#him in glasses KILLS MEEE

[atlabeth]

law school hotch 🫶

[luckymousey]

I'm commenting on Twst 5th Anniversary PV's poses because I can

First of all: HELLO??? WHY ARE THEY ALL SO BEAUTIFUL???

Ngl, he looks like he just felt someone broke a rule and he's like: "imma cut someone's head", while he rubs off the strawberry syrup he had from the pastries (even if he's more the type to take a napkin)

He looks dumb, not gonna lie, I love him, but I feel he tried to look sexy and this was the result 🤣

Awww, he's cute, CUTE, I'm sure he tried to imitate his seniors' serious faces, but his face wasn't made for that type of expression (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

TREY CLOVER MY MAN, AAAAAAAAH, I love him so much 🥹❤️, but I swear, that pose of: "let me fix my glasses" it's killing meee

He's definitely gonna post this on Magicam, I just know it, but the bombastic side eye??? ❤️❤️❤️

This is why Leona doesn't like photos, BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE SERVES TOO HARD

That's literally a mix between Ace and Deuce, he's doing almost the same pose as Ace, but he looks cute because we all know he's a cutie pookie in the inside

I swear my first thought when I saw him was: "aye, you sure I'm getting pay after this?" 😭 He's POUTING at the camera

I put these 3 together because they look like a rich family, MAN

Azul: take the money and leave my son

And the twins are the aunts who don't do anything but judge everyone near them

Kalim looks like he's serious, but almost smiling, like, HE TRIES, and Jamil is like: Kalim, you ruined the last 2748993 shoots, please, PLEASE, don't smile

Do we really need to talk about him? He knows what he's doing, he's slaying, he's eating and leaving no crumbs, he's devouring the table

I feel like this photo was accidental and then got accepted (let's say this is the Actor AU) he's like: "ugh, Vil is still shouting, when will he shut up?" While rubbing his eye and then he opens his eyes and what does he sees? A camera, BAM, new photo

With that bob cut and that bombastic side eye he looks like a Karen looking for a victim he can complain to about anything 🤣

He's tired asf, I get you, Idia, I get you, not only they made him leave his room, but also get changed, do a pose and take a photo

And then we have Ortho 🥰, I am sure he had the idea to take these type of photos, and he looks like your partner's little brother, planning a cruel prank on you

HE'S DEFINITELY SERVING

LOOK AT HIM

I bet he is happy and giggling in his head because he was invited 🥰

Idc what people say, the similarity is clear for me, they look so alike 🥹

Silver is looking hot, like a vampire in the middle of the night, looking for his next meal; and Lilia gives this vampire vibes too (he was already called an vampire before this) but I saw his little ribbon and I immediately thought: awwww, like a Victorian child when he has to take a photo

Sebek's nails are so pretty, but they aren't seen in this frame 🥹❤️, but I promise, he looks so fine

ngl, my favorite was this one, what a pretty family, I love them

Edit: I just noticed Riddle is not wearing a ribbon in alongside Epel and Lilia 💔 whyyy, they made the perfect short guys trio

[that-weird-kid-from-your-school]

Debating.......

Mur (they/them) is a Vulcan Medical Officer.

Shressa Zh'rothon (she/her) is an Andorian Medical Officer.

Mur, a younger cousin of Captain Satok, and was offered to work with him after graduation. They agreed, despite never wanting to see anyone from their family ever again. They don't know why they chose to work with Satok, or why they hate their family so. To be quite honest, Mur doesn't even know why they chose to be a doctor. They're good at it, but they feel no passion behind it. No want to save others.

Mur sometimes wishes they could kill as easily as they can help.

Shressa, on the other hand, adores saving people's lives.

She loves to feel wanted, needed. She loves to feel useful.

Raised by her vain and materialistic mother, Shressa was taught to be gorgeous, above all else.

Despite needing glasses from a young age, her mother never allowed her to wear them, and Shressa grew used to not needing them. She's only started wearing them recently, after her lack of proper eyewear nearly killed a patient and was forced to wear them by the rest of the crew.

Shressa's mother went missing after her only child's graduation. Her body was never found and Shressa spent a month after her death frantically refusing to accept her only relative was gone.

Mur is seen as gruff and cruel, vaguely creepy, by the rest of the crew.

Shressa is seen as too preoccupied with her looks and high-strung, slightly paranoid, by the rest of the crew.

AAAAAAAGRGH YEAH THAT'S ALL I HAVE?? IDK UGHH

PLEASEEE HELP MEEE

[dollivication]

I know it's not like full-on face but she looks like that. I canonically made Lily's witch wife 6'9 tall where Lily is like 5'6. Also wifey's name is Sydney. WARNING! LONG-ASS LORE!!! I made Sydney a visitor of Fortuna when she was 5 and Lily was 4. Sydney's parents weren't religious but her mother, who's also a witch, did admire Sparda for yk saving the world. Lily is really introverted and shy when meeting Sydney due to how terrible the orphanage treated her and Nero, but Sydney absolutely adores this tiny girl and hangs around her until the day her parents leave the island. I have too much Lily lore to talk about but basically, Lily gets saved one day after being experimented on for her demon blood cuz her tail (lookin' just like her daddy's) showed way earlier on than Nero's arm, laik at around 6 years old. Her soon-to-be new demon dads were on the island, and she gets saved by the two, of whom I named Inferno (Farin, human name) and Mandrake. Her new papa and dad stayed above surface inspired by Sparda (mostly cuz they were former slaves of Mundus and hated him). She's grateful to be saved but being taken away by the two means she splits from her brother, which she hates. Turns out though, her new dads live in the countryside far from Fortuna, like way away from the island, near Sydney's parents, so she gets to grow up with her best friend, they start dating at 13 and 14, marry at 18 and 19 (because I made Lily's dads disappear like Sparda oooops, she panics and is afraid of losing her gf so proposes) and then the events of dmc4 happen, Sydney gets kidnapped by The Order to lure Lily back to Fortuna as they want to continue experimenting on her, and poor Sydney gets killed. And then Lily goes batshit crazy, triggers for the first time, killing a bunch of the cultists that killed her wife. She's reunited with Nero but there's some tension because he felt abandoned. What a mess sorry omg. Oh Lily, i'm so sorry I keeled your wife o(╥﹏╥)o, she's fuckin' gorgeous to meee.

Thanks for listening, you're the first i've told all this lore to because my boyfriend doesn't care for ocs, just the games and Dante (◕︵◕) -Nell 🍓

IM GOGIGN CRAZY OVER THIS LORE… I STARTED OFF SMILING THEN ABAOKUTELY HEARTBROKEN (◞‸◟) NELL IMNTOO INVESTED IN LILY’S STORY I CANT HANDLE THIS TRAGEDY????

6’9 and 5’9 waifs!!! the height difference is so adorable ,, and the gay papas that’s so CUTE it’s just a little family :3 AND SYDNEY IS SO PRETTY!!!!! HER HAIR!!!! SHE WEARS GLASSES!!!!!!!

BUT…..HOLY SHIT EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE SO PERFECTLY ??? THE PROPOSAL OUT OF FEAR RHAT SHE WOULD LOSE SYDNEY ONLY TO STILL LOSE HER IN THE END… IM FUCKING PUNCHING THE AIR IM GOING TO JUMP

lily literally gained so much then lost just about everything, and ended back to square 1 ..that’s??? that’s actually fucking devastating ???? .. nell you are a fucking mastermind I DONT CARE IF IM GLAZING !!!! I AHVE TO RANT IDC IDC!!!!!!!! AND THE TENSION BETWEEN HER AND NERO OH MY GOSH

NERO IS ALREADY DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH,,, AND LILY AND HIM HAVE THEIR OWN TRAUMAS TO HANDLE SO HES PROBVALY GONNA BE A LITTLE DICKHEAD TO HER!!! constantly bringing up the fact that she left him because he’s just so focused on that aspect, ignoring + not even considering for a moment that it wasn’t really her choice to begin with… ALL THAT PAIN MY GODDD… i’m gonna kill mysel /j

THIS LORE IS LITERALLY TOO FUCKING GOOD… IDC IF YUO LORE DUMP IM EATING THIS SHIT UP ALWAYS!!!! PLEASE SHARE WHENEVER TOU WANT !!!! 🩷🩷 ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა

[yenqa]

10 QUESTIONS FOR U - enhablrinas edition get it bc tumblrina + enhablr

favorite color of themes?

moot with best theme?

you can send a love letter to anyone. fictional/idols/celebs. who?

which moot is most active? which moot do you barely ever run into but LOVE?

most rizzful mutual? do you flirt with ur moots?

favorite petnames/nicknames? giving or recieving?

have you ever had an online crush? (or on a moot GASP)

ever been involved in drama?

do u keep up with tumblr drama?

be honest. how many times have u swapped biases? no judgement here :D

were u here for the insaneness that was lockdown enhablr?

MIA moot u want to comeback?

ur fave fic or smau that gagged u when u read it? seungstarss BET was the end of the fucking world for me I WAS DISTRAUGHT oddeonu too grrrr the ptsd fuckkkk too there was someone m1ngh8o or smtg idk w this jungwon smau and it KILLLED MEEE he was yns roommate and always so fucking rude and his gf was legit cheating on him but he didn't leave her. gf made moves on his bff jake too who liked reader. slowburns where the main lead is an ass rlly annoy me but i also will them the shit up bc i luv angst and toxicity :DDD

are you close w ur moots? do u have any on socials?

what is ur biggest ick to see on tumblr?

words u find urself repeating too much? words u love using?

any enhablr inside jokes ur part of?

ever been featured in a moots fic?

have u ever dreamt of enhypen?

ur favorite enha pc u want rlly badly?

DRINK WATER + YOU ARE LOVED <3

thank you so much for sending an ask!! i love these weirdly specific questions! moots so sorry if youre tagged multiple times

1. i lovee pink or like neutral colored themes because i love when themes are super minimalistic !!

2. i love @okwonyo @byhees and @soov ‘s themes!! they always eat down and i use them for inspo sometimes ^_^

3. obviously, would send a love letter to my beautiful boyfriend park jongseong

4. okay idrk most active but i see @flwrstqr on my feed a bunch!! and i lovee talking to @boyfhee on the rare occasion we do talk T^T

5. guys this is all about mutuals but i literally have like two i talk to 😭 but most rizzful is @voikiraz my queen mari <3

6. my name “yen” is a nickname that just stuck with me for tumblr so probably that! but i love saying babe but i can only say that online

7. no 😭 i honestly dont think i could ever have an online crush

8. in real life no! on tumblr…

9. i want to but im so out of the loop 😭😭 @yeokii keeps me up to date though!

10. for enhypen,,, like three times… at first it was heeseung, then sunghoon, then jay!!

11. sadly no!! i joined in like summer of 2022 (happy two year anniversary!)

12. i actually am so bad at remembering my moots. like i have to interact with them to remember them so no so sorry 😭

13. OH MY GOD ODDEONUS SMAUS. but theres this one heeseung smau called “reality check!” i forgot the author, ALSO @amakumos go figure! OH MY GODD STUCK WITH ME FOREVER I DONT CARE ITS DISCONTINUED. also one more. “the language of flowers” by @soobnny GOD KILL ME NOW I LOVE THAT SMAU.

14. i am close with a couple of them!! i have @yeokii @wvnkoi and @jennaissantes on insta and a bunch of moots on discord!

15. people who dont reblog about gaza.. no matter the account size..

16. i use “LMFAO” a lot because its the only way i laugh ERMM and recently ive been calling people just “boy” or “girl” LMFAO

17. uh none! its okay though i am #antisocial girl

18. i have!! check out @yeokii ‘s upcoming smau “love glitch” guys (and upcoming maybe @soov smau *cough* tdwp *cough*🤫)

19. thank GOD i havent 🙏

20. JAY PEACH PC ONE DAY I WILL GET MY HANDS ON U. also sunghoon glasses pc in romance untold 😵‍💫😵‍💫

anyways… thank u so much for sending me these questions!!

[dabuerre]

sooo uuhhh... yesterday i finished Maelstrom and i kinda cant believe this shit. if this is how she goes im gonna be really fucking sad. but right now i still hope. like there is so much setup this season for her and they would just do this?? why?? is her destiny to die in a fucking storm? i doubt it, i mean, we are talking about kara fucking thrace lol

ive also seen episodes The Eye of Jupiter, Rapture, Taking a Break from You All, The Woman King, A Day in the Life and Dirty Hands. lemme just quickly scribble down some thoughts

The Eye of Jupiter/Rapture

oh yeah, gaius, hi. no responsiblity guy, im the victim here!! yes you are my little dude. never change. change is for pussies gaius is definitely not the chosen one. its prolly kara i find it funny that Caprica Six already killed two Cylons. she really hates herself huh the nova is fucking sickkk. although i have no idea how a fucking explosion is gonna help you locate something honestly if i was kara i would also hate the destiny bullshit.

Taking a Break from You All

i wonder what the fuck gaius told Gaeta. what is he hiding? do we have another Kat situation on our hands? i loved how Laura gives him the glasses, just how he did to her. the whole "What has happened will happen again". man like, gaius, bro.. i know.. i guess i know that its not in your soul or something bud buddy just say that you fucked up. its not that difficult. like even if you get shoved out the airlock some people might find the truth you speak finally respectful and alteast think of you in your final moments. guess thats not enough. that drug scene is insaneeee Sam please go home. i think its prolly obvious but i really dont like the guy. i mean this guy talks a guy into suicide and then talks the leader of the fucking resistance into killing his own wife. now i know he doesnt say it fully but honestly, doesnt matter to me i hope lee didnt stay with dee because guilt and regret. "i cant do this to her" but you can buddy. staying in this relationship.. idk maaan.

The Woman King

very simple though. Helo fucking rocks.

A Day in the Life

i really hope Adama isnt a Cylon. like maybe the insane mind scenes atleast different. but they play out almost the same as Gaius's. its confusing. the chief saving scene is fucking insane loool i honestly think, even though i would love to see it, there wont be any confirmation about LauraXAdama. very unfortunate. she likes him so muuuch

Dirty Hands

oh yeah this episode is absolutely fucking insane. if i was the chief i would tell the president "i dare you, go visit the fucking ship" cuz the conditions? and knowing that its very possible that for the rest of your life you will be doing only this? sounds like hell to meee gaius please just... go to sleeep or something. you are a coward. an opportunist. i still have hope for you but that hope is being diminished every episode. when i started watching it was at like a 100% for redemption and now its like 15%. cuz i guess its easier for him to think that he didnt do anything wrong than admitting the fact that yeah bro you keep making mistakes and intentionally sabotaging everything you do for fake pussy also, seems like chief took a page from rom. a true union man. Adama is insane though. threatening him with the life of his wife lol

allright now im gonna do The Son Also Rises, gonna write thoughts immediately cuz i hate going back to these episodes and basically rewatching them and remembering what i thought about them. sometimes i just wanna binge and go episode after episode but then these post suck and im not happy with them soo. gonna try something different.

[uncle-dusknoir]

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[Video: Basil is very clearly drunk; lounging on the couch in her pajamas, a glass of half-finish wine getting swished around in her hand. Sitting on the side table is the bottle of wine; seems to be something that at least LOOKS fancy. Based off the liquid's level, she's maybe on her second glass?

Sitting on her lap, appreciating getting pet like an evil villain's cat, is Deckard, who's focused on watching the TV.

Oddly enough, Skorna makes an appearance: lying tiredly on the back of the couch, looking like she has a headache. Some sort of warbley bird chatter leaves her 'mouth'; Basil responds: "I'm not theee- the one that fuckinnnn... Possessed me. Dipshit. I deal with youu, you deal with-" she hiccuped- "me."

Skorna grumbled, sinking deeper into the couch. In the moment of silence, the TV behind the camera can be heard- from the snippet of dialogue, it sounds like the Addams Family.

"Juuupe- Jupetty's the only onna yjou- ffrreeeaks that I don't- don't hate, yyouknow, bird." The bird seems to know, rolling her eye. "You're- you're. Fuckin. You. Obviously. No- no discussion further needed."

The bird warbles a bit more. Basil huffs in annoyance. She sips her wine.

"nooo, you know what I'm - you spooky fucks. Youuuknow. Y' Ghosties. Ghouls. I was s'posed to be a Dark specialist, youu- dicknips. I know you don't have nipples. Anyway."

Another sip. She seems to be talking to Deckard now, as if he's paying attention. "And Thyme- he just- he pisses me offfff." She slips into a baby voice, lifting Deckard into the air with her free hand and making a kissy face at him. "Doesn't he piss you off~? Yeaa?"

Deckard would 'reply' with a mirrored audible illusion of Basil's question: "Doesn't he piss you off~? Piss~? Piss~?"

Basil would cackle for a moment in laughter, almost dropping her drink and putting Deckard back on her lap/stomach. "He doooes! He-"

Skorna would warble something; Basil's face seemed to fall a little, and she would squint at the bird. "Yyyeeaah, and I'd- hic- I'd do it again, too. You know why?" She takes another sip of wine. "He needs to- to learn hoow to give a ssshIT other'n just... ooooh, I'm a ghoooooost, I'n do no wrong an' no consequences apply to meee. That's all he-" she took a long swig, finishing her wine and slamming the glass down on the table. "All he fuckin' cares about-- I don't even know what he get- gets UP to half the time, nor do I want to, 'cause I've ffffuckin- HATED him ever since his stupid ADVENTURING killed my fucking Liepard!"

She's properly pissed off now, rubbing at her temple as Deckard yips worridly, tilting his head. As if attracted by the sound of shouting, the Banette, Jupetta, appears on the edge of the couch in Teleport, tilting her head. "Uuugh. Fuckkk offff, Skorna. I'm s'posed to be having fun drunk, not angry drunk..."

The bird chirps. One can catch an almost smug look on her face. Basil's eyes widen a little, before she turns to see- the camera.

"Oh, you shhhiiiit," she hissed, carefully moving Deckard off of her and sliding off the couch. Jupetta looks worried, standing up and reaching a hand out as if to stop Basil, as she stumbles a little closer to the camera.

"I've fucking- I've told you to get off my ASS, you piece of shit!" She shouted at the Rotom, her fangs barely visible in her snarl. "Who the hell do you- do you tthhink you are??"

She stumbles a little, grabbing the phone somewhat violently and holding it above her, giving the viewers a top-down view. Toothy can be seen slumbering on the floor.

"Stop filming." A beat. Nothing happens. Basil's snarl somehow gets even angrier. "Stop fucking filming."

The video cuts out.]

[filmnings]

you don’t know how excited i am to finally start reading this!! like i’ve been waiting for the spare time to sit down and devour all the words, let’s get right in to it hehe~╰(▔∀▔)╯

“Yet, for some strange, inexplicable reason, you find yourself absolutely obsessed with him.” the biggest smile just came to my face

“How can you be so obsessed with someone you loathe?” oh girl you’re about to find out

her finding the lessons in attraction book and immediately going like “yeah, that’s my professor FOR SURE” is killing me so bad😭😭 the way she slowly gets more and more obsessed with him is so me. like girl,,, hiding it in your stack of textbooks and not being able to look at the cashier?? LMAOOO that’s me when i go to the library and find some old ass book that’s looks interesting that i end up checking out

“Everything he does makes your belly swirl with need, even something as simple as running a hand through his hair or adjusting his glasses” i can literally picture soobin doing this and it’s driving MEEE crazy like omg girl i feel you i’d start tweaking in the middle of class

“Something about it excited you, reading about fucking your professor with your real professor standing there in front of you, none the wiser. Being able to admire him as you indulged in your secret desires. If he caught you, you would be humiliated, but you would be lying if you said that the thought didn’t excite you a little too…” oh she’s BOLD omg i cannot wait until they start fucking

“Miss L/N, what are you doing?” FUCK

““Give it to me.” he orders curtly, stretching out his hand.” i’d literally kms in front of the entire class and change the trajectory of their lives forever

GODDDD THIS IS SO EMBARRASSINGGGG

“He places it gingerly face-down on his desk like he was handling a dead fish, and you’re both grateful and horrified that he noticeably avoids making eye contact with you when he steps back up on his podium.” this is killing me

“And you’re absolutely sure it was, because the first thing you see once you step into his office is your professor lounging back in his chair reading your book.” HELLO?????

“Professor Choi glances up from your book, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes as he sends you a tight-lipped smile.” see id get naked right then and there and i’m so serious

is this a bad time to mention that i didn’t look over the warnings or anything?? i’m literally reading this completely blind hehe i hope he’s a secret hard dom

““I followed my professor to his office, watching with bated breath as he rounded his big wooden desk.”  Professor Choi reads aloud.” OH GOD HIM READING IT OUT LOUD ID LITERALLY DIE

“’Now bend over with your elbows on my desk, so that you are looking directly at the essay. Keep your face very close.’” i’m gonna need them to recreate this

soobin getting all flustered like YEAH YOU SHOULD’VE MINDED YOUR BUSINESS

“Professor Choi shut the book closed abruptly and looked up at you with a very red face and wide eyes.” what did we learn soobin what did we learn

“You shouldn’t be reading this. It’ll put... thoughts in your head that don’t need to be there.” extremely too late for that

“Karina and Giselle loved to go out and party.” omg my girls

“You stumble through the crowd in search of a bathroom sign, quickly getting lost in the sea of bodies.” can you imagine soobin being here id actually bust out laughing

“But all of that goes out the window when among the countless bobbing and weaving heads, you spot a frighteningly familiar pair of broad shoulders. “Professor Choi?!” you call out in shock, shoving your way towards him. “What are you doing here?!”” LMAOOOHDSHFHSIFBDJC

““Oh, this is Y/N?” One of the men slurs gleefully, a grin stretching across his handsome face. There was a certain hunger in the way he undresses you with his fox eyes, scanning you head to toe like a predator. You could tell from his flushed pink cheeks that he was very drunk. “I’ve heard all about you! It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”” hehe so you’ve heard about me??

““You’ve… heard about me?” you cringe, your heart sinking. Out of whatever Professor Choi had to say about you, none of it could be anything good.” our two different reactions LMAOOO

YEONJUN AND CHAN I JUST SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS (yeonjun call me)

““If you fuck him, please put in a good word for me.” Giselle slurs drunkenly in reply. “I need to pass that fucking class.”” HELPFHSXGHSBDHD so real tho

OMG THE WET DREAM???? and it’s about her apologizing too like oh girl you’re in DEEP…

“…And I was touching myself.” OH???????

“I could see your hand up your skirt all the way from the back of the class.” Professor Choi spits, his carefully controlled demeanor cracking and his wild, untamed anger boiling to the surface. “It’s like you’re trying to get the two of us caught. You’re lucky no one else was looking… or was that what you wanted? Did you want everyone to see what a slut you are?” giggling and kicking my feet

“I’m here to tell you, sir, that going through my book was an invasion of my privacy! And that it’s none of your business what I read! I’m an adult, not a child, and I can do whatever I damn well please!” PERIOD!!!! you tell him!!!

“Listen.” He growls, his voice octaves deeper than you’ve ever heard it before. “You’re acting way out of line right now. Don’t you dare ever talk to me like that, you understand me? I’m still your professor, even when we’re not in class. You’re to treat me with respect—” his voice getting deeper my god… (s)creaming… where’s that one lin manuel miranda meme when i need it

I FOUND IT!!!!

“I know you have some sort of feelings for me. You’re not very good at hiding it.” i wish gifs were easier to add in here cause right here i’d add in the gif of beyoncé winning the album of the year grammy like HELLO?????

“Your entire world comes crashing around you, though you suppose that you shouldn’t be too surprised. You had just let yourself hope beyond reason that he would never pay you any attention.” genuinely id try to disappear beneath the floorboards id be SO embarrassed

“and ten years your senior.” who cares about that,, NOT ME!!!!!

““But I do!” he interjects suddenly, his head shooting up to look at you with wild eyes. His entire face was bright crimson red.” evilly smirks,, i’ll literally bend over right now don’t test me

“and now I can’t go a single second without thinking about putting you over my knee! It’s driving me insane! I can’t even look at you!” DO IT DO IT DO IT RAHHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

“Then do it.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. Soobin looks just as shocked at your proclamation as you were. “If you want to do it that bad, do it.” YESSSSSSSS

““Do you really want this?” He breathes, voice low, his breathing hard” YES. “the outline of his cock presses hard against your stomach through his slacks, making it considerably hard to focus on the words that came out of his mouth.” AHHHHHHH OH MY GOD

i think i just died.

“Use your words like a good girl.” i’m literally that girl singing against the wall right now. every christina aguilera and demi lovato song combined.

“That’s for being a fucking tease,” Soobin states, soothing your reddening flesh with a soft caress of his palm. “Being so fucking hot all the time and driving me crazy because I thought I could never have you.” my nose is literally pressed to my phone right now and i have the biggest smile

“You’re on the verge of tears from the red-hot stinging in your ass, but you still giggle at his words. “You’re kinky.”” SHE SOOOODJDHFHSBCBD😭😭 me riling him up so he can slap my ass more and harder

“You relished pushing him as far as he would go; you relished losing.” she’s so me

“Soobin grabs a handful of your hair and yanks hard, making you gasp loudly and your empty pussy flutter. Leaning down close to your ear, he lets out a warning growl; “I said fucking count.”” literally dripping right now

“Oh bunny, if this is too much there’s no way you’ll be able to take my cock…” let’s test it😁😁

“Soobin’s other hand, the one that had been stroking your hair, then comfortingly up and down your back, rises up to smack your ass, the sudden burst of stinging pain making you scream, and for real this time.” can you imagine passing his office and hearing all of this

“Can I please suck you off, sir?” about to give him to bj of his LIFE

“nearly as thick as a can and twice the length of one, throbbing veins making your mouth water.” me measuring this out: DAMNNNNN #needthat

“The hardwood against your cheek does nothing to muffle your loud, unabashed shriek, so he improvises by shoving two of his thick fingers past your open lips” OH MY GOD

HELLOOOOO??? that was so good oh my god???? i love the build up to it and how she progressively got more and more obsessed with him lmao,, i also like the subtle glimpses that he felt the same way about her too, like her saying how he wasn’t going to notice her reading the book since she sat in the back and him immediately noticing her, karina and giselle talking about how he looks at her and stares at her ass, yeonjun and chan saying how he never shuts up about her… like it’s so perfect

ANDDDDD soobin doing a whole 180 once he found out that she wanted him in the same way he wanted her too!!!! like literally so good, so delicious, i need him SO bad

hehe you ate once again!!! i’m so happy that you reworked this and that i finally got the chance to read it!! the rework is so so so good!!~~

CAUGHT BETWEEN THE PAGES ⋆˚࿔ 최수빈

your professor catches you reading a not-so-safe-for-school book in the middle of his class. in an effort to make things better, you fear that you may have just made them worse.

⧼ 📖 ⧽ 一 pairing ⸝⸝⸝ professor!choi soobin ✗ student!fem!reader includes ⚬ ⚬ ⚬ beomgyu and yeonjun of tomorrow x together, dino of seventeen, giselle and karina of aespa

genre ⚬ ⚬ ⚬ smut, fluff, porn with plot, comedy

warnings ⸝⸝⸝ teacher/student, age gaps, power play, light dom/sub dynamics, switch! to soft dom!soobin, masterbation (f. rec), erotic literature, explicit language and sexual content, spanking, cumming in pants, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, name calling (slut), wet dreams, impact play, oral (m. rec), facefucking, deepthroat, big dick soobin, doggy style, sex on furniture, unprotected sex, creampies, talk of contraception (reader is on birth control), alcohol mentions, drinking and partying, hair pulling, size kink word count. 12. 2 k | ⧼ 📜⊹₊ ⧽ 一 to library.

[notes.] a rewrite of my first ever fic on tumblr, study night! this is a romanticization of student/teacher relationships where both parties are consenting adults, but it is important to note that these relationships can be problematic in real life due to one parties authority over another's and unstable power dynamics. thank you to @jellymochii, @biteyoubiteme and @beomiracles for proofreading! reblogs and feedback are very appreciated <3 i hope you enjoy!

YOUR LINGUISTICS PROFESSOR embodies everything you find detestable in a teacher. His classes are a monotonous drone of information, devoid of anything exciting or engaging, though that might not be entirely his fault with how boring the subject he teaches is. He rarely deviates from whatever script he had thrown together— no doubt just the night before, from the way he rambles and stutters— and he absolutely refuses to entertain any questions or foster any interesting discussion. He never accepted late assignments or gave any extensions, his tests are ridiculously hard, and he’ll dock points off your assignments for the tiniest, stupidest reasons. Sure, it’s a difficult course, and it’s important to your major, but you swear he seems to take some kind of pleasure in making his students miserable. Each class feels like an eternity, and often you find yourself counting down the minutes until you can escape the insufferable, suffocating atmosphere of his classroom.

Yet, for some strange, inexplicable reason, you find yourself absolutely obsessed with him.

Maybe it was because you spent your time in his class focusing more on him than any of the words that came out of his mouth. His irritatingly handsome, angular face and his pouty, kissable lips, how he turns red and gapes like a fish out of water when he’s talking himself into a corner or is asked a question he doesn’t know how to answer. His big veiny hands and how they look when he waves them around animatedly, filling your head with thoughts of how they would look caressing your body. His tall, fit body and how he towers over you whenever you come up to him, the way he has to lower his head to look you in the eye, a soldering heat bubbling in your belly from the way he makes you feel so small. The way he loves to pepper his lectures with painfully unfunny dad jokes, and the way he gets all blushy when no one laughs. It makes you cringe, but in some odd way you also find it incredibly endearing. Sometimes you even catch yourself giggling quietly, stupid and u lovesick puppy. You can’t stand to be his student, but you dream at night about being something else to him entirely— it’s a paradox that drives you to detrimental distraction. How can you be so obsessed with someone you loathe? His perplexing combination of qualities was like some kind of mystery you felt compelled to unravel, at the very least to put your own mind at ease.

That was when you found the novel. It was hidden in the romance section of your favorite used bookstore, squished between two old technicolor cover harlequin novels, it’s dark and simple spine juxtaposing against all the bright colors and ornate fonts. It intrigued you enough to pull it from the shelf and look it over, your cheeks heating up as you take in its cover. A headless, well-dressed man sat in a chair with his legs spread invitingly, the smart suit he was wearing disheveled and his undone belt held tightly in his hand, the leather strap resting against his inner thigh. The title Lessons in Attraction was printed where his head would be, vague but provocative enough to make your stomach flip. The man immediately reminded you of Professor Choi, from the way he was dressed to the prominent veins in his hands, and when you flip the book over to read the synopsis you understand the connection. It outlines the story of a steamy romance between a strict economics professor and his teaching assistant, an innocent, young virgin who wants nothing more than to please. It was as if the author had plucked your deepest fantasies straight from your head and printed them out on paper, then planted the book in the perfect spot for you specifically to discover. You knew just from skimming through the pages that reading it would only do you more harm than good, but you just couldn’t put it down, drawn to the story like an addict needing a fix. You hid it in your stack of textbooks, and you refused to look the cashier in the eye as they checked you out.

At first, you had intended to keep it hidden in your bedroom, only to be read late at night when your roommates were either out or asleep. But as your obsession with your professor continued to deepen, so did your obsession with the novel; soon you found yourself taking it with you everywhere you went, reading snippets whenever you had the chance and quickly shoving back into your bag anytime someone would walk by or glance over at you. Your dreams devolved into graphic, vivid replays of your favorite dirty scenes, with Professor Choi in the place of the professor from the story. You wake up hot and bothered every morning, and his class becomes even more difficult with your head now full of illicit, naughty fantasies. Everything he does makes your belly swirl with need, even something as simple as running a hand through his hair or adjusting his glasses— you can’t even bare to look at him, and instead try your hardest to focus on whatever boring tangent he was rambling on about… until you caught yourself fantasizing about how his deep voice would sound whispering dirty words in your ear.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Professor Choi’s lectures were beginning to feel more like sick torture— you needed something to keep you distracted before you went insane.

So, against your better judgement, you started to bring the novel to read in class. You sat far enough in the back that you were certain he wouldn’t notice, and your poor classmates were too bored out of their minds to look your way. It was easy to keep it hidden away tucked in your lap, so you could pretend to be writing in your notebook while you read. Something about it excited you, reading about fucking your professor with your real professor standing there in front of you, none the wiser. Being able to admire him as you indulged in your secret desires. If he caught you, you would be humiliated, but you would be lying if you said that the thought didn’t excite you a little too…

“Miss L/N, what are you doing?”

You nearly shoot straight out of your chair, your professor’s sudden call of your name shocking you out of your reverie. You had gotten so absorbed into your novel that you had forgotten to check to see if he was looking your way. “H-huh?”

“You keep looking at your lap.” Professor Choi remarks, peering up at you from his spot at the podium with an unamused frown. His thick-rimmed glasses made his pretty brown eyes appear even larger than they already were, blinking up at you like he was studying you through a magnifying glass. “You’re not on your phone, are you? You know I have a no-tolerance policy when it comes to electronics.” [GU1] 

“Oh! No, sir, I’m just…” your startled gaze bounces back to the book in your lap, and you swallow nervously. “Reading.”

“Reading?” Professor Choi echoes, raising his brow. “What are you reading? I assume it’s not the textbook, from the look on your face.”

You blanche, trying your hardest to appear nonchalant as you snap the book shut and shove it down into the recesses of your school bag. “It’s nothing!” You reply far too quickly, sounding guiltier than sin.

Professor Choi blinks, his magnified eyes raking over your sweating face before trailing down to your bag, clasped protectively in your lap.

“Give it to me.” he orders curtly, stretching out his hand.

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. “What?! W-why?!”

“Reading anything that isn’t the course material is against my class rules— I have it printed clearly on the syllabus, though with how you can never seem to pay attention I wouldn’t be surprised if you missed it when I went over it at the beginning of the semester. I would recommend looking over it again to see if there’s anything else you’ve forgotten. Now, get up and hand me that book.”

The entire class has turned to look at you now too, dozens of pairs of eyes fixated on your every move. The silence is absolutely deafening. Your heart races and your hands tremble as you squirm in your seat, trying desperately to come up with some sort of escape as if you were in a horror movie; you might as well be, because out of all the ghouls and monsters you can think of, this has to be your worst nightmare.

You consider refusing. Technically, Professor Choi couldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to— hell, you could walk right out of the classroom right then and there if you really wanted to, with both your book and your dignity intact. After all, you were a grown adult paying to further your education out of your own pocket. Trying to confiscate your belongings as if you were a child was borderline insulting.

But you can’t risk your grade over something like this, as embarrassing as it was, and you wouldn’t put it past him to penalize you in some way for defying your orders. You were already struggling as it was, partly because of how difficult the coursework was and mostly because of how you could never concentrate whenever Professor Choi was around. To make matters even worse, passing was a requirement for your degree. Getting even more on his bad side than you already were simply not an option.

It takes every ounce of energy you have to force yourself to stand up out of your seat and trudge down to Professor Choi’s podium, clutching your novel against your chest like you were clutching pearls. He has to pry it out of your hand with a considerable amount of force, because you can’t seem to loosen your fingers around the cover.

You scamper back to your seat, but not before turning back to see Professor Choi eye the cover with a startled expression. It would have been comical if you didn’t feel like you were seconds away from throwing up all over your desk.

He places it gingerly face-down on his desk like he was handling a dead fish, and you’re both grateful and horrified that he noticeably avoids making eye contact with you when he steps back up on his podium. “You can come by my office later to get it back, Miss L/N. I have a free period at six.”

“Yes, sir.” You answer glumly, staring at your shoes.

Luckily for you, he dismisses the class only a few minutes later, muttering about something to do with grading papers. You’ve never ran out of that lecture hall so fast in your life.

“Whoa, what’s up with you?” your friend Beomgyu asks when you walk by him in the hall, backpack and skateboard in hand without a care in the world. “You look live you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

You stop just long enough to realize that you were still running, even though you had made it nearly halfway across the building. “I’m so fucked.” You state simply.

“What? What happened? Did you do something to piss off Professor Choi again?”

“Yes. No. Kind of?” you cringe inwardly. There’s absolutely no way you’re telling Beomgyu about any of what happened; he’d laugh at you to the point you fear you might actually start crying. “I don’t want to talk about it. I gotta go.”

You shuffle away before he can respond, and while you feel bad ignoring him as he calls out to you in confusion, you’re focused solely on finding somewhere quiet and empty to hide out until your next class. And maybe grabbing an iced coffee or something. Just to drown out the tears as you wallow in your own misery.

Against all odds, you manage to make it through the rest of your classes. The wait was almost worse than getting caught, barely able to sit still in your seat as you panic inwardly for hours on end. If it was Professor Choi’s intention to psychologically torture you, he wildly succeeded.

And you’re absolutely sure it was, because the first thing you see once you step into his office is your professor lounging back in his chair reading your book.

“Professor!” you yelp.

Professor Choi glances up from your book, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes as he sends you a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, Miss Y/N! You’re just in time. I was just flipping through your book here, it seems awfully… interesting.”

You gulp, your trembling hands clutching the strap of your bag in a vain attempt to ground yourself. “Um, sir!” you squeak, rushing to his side to glance over his shoulder at what page he was on, praying to whatever god that will listen that he hasn’t read anything raunchy. “I think it would be best if you, um, didn’t read that…”

“Oh?” Soobin flips the page and quirks his brow, not even sparing you a second glance as he adjusts his glasses, “What do you mean?”

You rack your brain desperately for a good enough excuse, but you can’t think of anything other than just how mortified you were, watching helplessly as your professor’s keen eyes scan over the pages. “Can I have it back now?” you say instead, your voice small and shaking.

“Surely you can wait just a little longer— now I’m dying to know why you don’t want me to read this.” Professor Choi’s crooked, dimpled smirk infuriates you.

Was there any possible way that you could talk your way out of this without telling him upfront that what he was holding in his hands was an erotica, one about a teacher and a student no less? You shuffle nervously, stumbling over your words as you try to stutter out something, anything, “You, um… you wouldn’t like it.”

He turns his head to look up at you again, the look in his eye sharply changing when he takes in your frightened state, into something you don’t recognize and aren’t sure you like. “How can you be sure I wouldn’t enjoy it? I’m a fan of many different genres of literature, though I’ve never read anything quite like this before. Is it some sort of romance novel? If it is, you don’t have to be ashamed, Miss Y/N. I’m sure many young women such as yourself read these sorts of novels, though I strongly discourage reading them while I’m in the middle of a lecture. It’s simply disrespectful. Now, where was I?”

He trails his finger down the page as if he was looking for his place, and you bristle. “Sir, seriously, don’t—!”

“I followed my professor to his office, watching with bated breath as he rounded his big wooden desk.”  Professor Choi reads aloud. You barely stop yourself from screaming, instead letting out a sort of pained choking sound. “He stopped to stand behind me, looking down my shoulder as if he were looking over my essay just as I was. I had made three errors in my writing, each one circled in bright red ink. He seemed more upset about it than usual.”

“Professor, please.”

“’Put that essay on my desk.’ he said, so I did.” Professor Choi continues, ignoring you. He had gave the professor character a stupid, high pitched voice when he spoke, which would have been funny if you weren’t so humiliated. “’Now bend over with your elbows on my desk, so that you are looking directly at the essay. Keep your face very close.’”

“Stop it! Just let me have it!” You hated to talk to him this way, but if he continued reading any further… it took everything you had to keep yourself from running out of his office and crawling into the nearest ditch to die in.

“That’s not how you should speak to me, Miss Y/N. Now you certainly aren’t getting it back.” Professor Choi retorted, his evil little smirk growing even wider. You wanted to hit him, or kick or scream, but you couldn’t do anything except stand there and try your hardest not to cry. “I was puzzled, but I followed his instructions, bending over the top of his desk so that my chest, belly and arms were pressed against the hardwood. My nose was merely a centimeter or two away from the letter, which made it difficult to read. My skirt was starting to… to slide up the backs of my thighs, but I was sure that if I moved to tug it back down, I would just get into even more trouble.”

You grimace when Professor Choi’s voice broke, his smile slowly starting to slide off his face. But he did not stop reading. “’Now read the letter to yourself. Read it over and over again.’ My professor said. I read: “In today’s rapidly evolving global landscape, the integration of technology in…” and at the word “integration”, which I had misspelled, he— he… um… Oh.”

You began to feel less like wanting to die and more like you were actually dying. Professor Choi stared hard at the pages for a painfully long moment, his ears turning bright cherry red, but to your surprise and absolute mortification, he began to read aloud again. His voice had dropped that cheerful quality, however, sounding winded as if he had been hit upside the head. “At the word “integration”, which I had misspelled, he reeled his arm back and spanked me hard. I stopped reading with a loud gasp, shocked— the sting reverberated through my core, fiery hot, and despite my embarrassment I began to soak through my panties. At my silence, I was spanked again, even harder. ‘I said read it.’ My professor reminded me. ‘Be a good girl and follow instructions.’”

Professor Choi shut the book closed abruptly and looked up at you with a very red face and wide eyes. The tears that had been pooling in your lashes threatened to spill down your cheeks, so overcome with fear and embarrassment that your stomach turned like you were going to be sick. That was just what you needed to top off this already life-ruining experience, wasn’t it; vomiting all over your professor after he uncovers your darkest, dirtiest secret.

“This is extremely inappropriate material to bring on campus.” Professor Choi finally says, his voice wavering.

“Yes, sir.”

“And that relationship, it’s… wrong. It’s against the university’s code of conduct. I— he could get fired for that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You shouldn’t be reading this. It’ll put... thoughts in your head that don’t need to be there.”

“…Yes, sir.” Part of you wants to argue with him, remind him that you’re an adult and can read whatever it is that you would like, but you don’t have the strength to.

He sighs heavily, like something important is weighing on his mind, and he hands you back your book before turning back to pour over the scattered, forgotten papers on his desk. “Go home, Miss L/N. And get rid of that book.”

You turn tail and scamper out into the hall, but you can’t help but glance back into Professor Choi’s office as you leave. He’s hunched over his desk with his elbows resting on the wood, his fingers tangled in his dark hair as he rests his head in his hands. It seems like something is bothering him, something bigger than grading papers or your stupid, silly book.

You don’t stick around to find out what it is.

The next morning, you receive a rather hastily written email from Professor Choi telling you that he’s cancelling classes for the rest of the week. He’s come down with a cold, he claims— you and the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach know better than to believe that.

You don’t see him until next Monday, but even then he might as well not have shown up at all. He struggles to get through his lesson plan even more than usual, and he wouldn’t look away from his papers or the projector, even when one of your classmates raised their hand to ask a question. You spent the entire period gathering up the courage to go up to him after his lecture, but when you do he brushes you off with a lame, half-baked excuse about having papers to grade and no time to talk, grabbing his things in a rush and scampering out of the lecture hall before you can call out for him to come back.

The pit in your stomach opens up into a black hole, swallowing up everything except for overwhelming, gnawing anxiety. It’s eating you up inside, manifesting itself in how you’ve chewed your lips until they bled, and then bit your nails down to the quicks— anyone with eyes could see that something was weighing on you, and you became increasingly tired of all your friends asking if anything was wrong, so once you were finished with your classes you took to hiding out in your dorm room curled up on the couch, your favorite fluffy blanket wrapped around you as you sullenly binge-watched a k-drama you’ve seen a thousand times.

While you were more of a homebody, your two roommates were much the opposite. Karina and Giselle loved to go out and party. Tonight was no different, the two of them flittering around the dorm as they got ready to go out to some club, and while they had given up on trying to get you to join them a while ago, something about the way you moped about seemed to reinvigorate Karina’s desire to get you off of your ass and out on the town. She knew you better than anybody, and immediately she could sniff out that something was off.

“Why don’t you come with us? You can borrow one of my dresses.” She offers, rummaging through her collection of high heels. “It’s a Friday night, everyone’s out! We can dance, we can find some boys to take home; it’ll be fun. You look like you need some.”

“I don’t need to have fun. I need to study.” You reply solemnly, scowling, but you make no moves to get up off the couch. It was a shitty excuse even to your own ears; it was obvious you didn’t have any plans to do anything tonight except feel sorry for yourself.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” She huffs. You don’t even have to look at her to know that she’s rolling her eyes. “Something’s bothering you and you won’t even tell me or Gigi what’s wrong. Don’t you think a drink or two would be good for you? You can vent to us all night, too. I promise we’ll listen.”

“I don’t know if I even want to tell you about it.”

“Why not? We’re your best friends, Y/Nie. You can tell us anything, even if it’s stupid or embarrassing. If it’s bothering you this badly, it’s clearly something serious.”

You peer out from under the blanket to look over at Karina— the worry in her eyes makes your heart sink. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t even consider taking her or Giselle up on their offers, but the way you were stuck running circles inside your head was far from normal. “You promise not to laugh at me?” She smiles warmly. “Nope. But I promise I’ll hear you out regardless.”

The loud, thumping bass reverberating throughout the club did very little to help ease your pounding headache. Your temples throbbed with every beat, the pressure so severe it felt as if your skull was just moments away from splitting in two. You don’t think you’ve ever been this uncomfortable in your life; the dress that Karina gave to you was a size or two too small, the shiny fabric so tight around your chest that you gasp for air. It would be difficult for you to breathe even in properly fitting clothes, the air hot and heavy from the throngs of sweaty bodies that surrounded you. You felt claustrophobic, the crowd closing in on you and threatening to swallow you whole— the only place to escape was to the bar, but even there you’re bombarded with flashing lights, deafening music, and the overlapping voices of everyone around you. You have to strain your ears to make out what Giselle was saying, and she was just on the barstool right next to yours.

“Aren’t you glad you came?” She giggles, sipping on a brightly colored cocktail. She had ordered a round of them for all three of you, and the amount of alcohol mixed in them felt like a sucker punch to the face, even with all the sickeningly sweet grenadine the bartender had used to try and mask the flavor. You watch in abject horror as both she and Karina downed them one by one like they were water.

“No.”  you reply honestly.

“You will once you tell us what’s going on with you!” Karina interjects from your other side. “I meant it when I said I wanted you to vent to us, let it all out and give us the tea! Aeri’s dying to know.”

“It’s really embarrassing…” you admit, staring forlornly down at your own drink. “I’d rather just forget all about it.”

“It can’t be that bad. You didn’t drop your pants in front of everyone or anything, did you?”

You cringe. “God, no. It’s not like that.”

“Then it’s nothing you can’t tell us about.” Giselle shoots you a smile over the rim of her glass.

“It’s… it’s about Professor Choi.”

“Our linguistics professor?” Karina cocks her head. “Isn’t he the one you have a massive crush on?”

Your cheeks flush, your drink becoming even more interesting as you avoid looking at either of them in the eye. “Maybe.”

“Ugh, your taste in men is the worst.” Giselle snickers. “I don’t understand why you like him so much. He’s such a dick.”

You fight down the urge to defend him— for some odd reason, you feel a surge of protectiveness over Professor Choi, even when you completely agree with what Giselle is saying about him. “Yes, I like him, but that’s not the point. The point is that I totally fucked up and now I think he hates me.”

“What did you do?! Please tell me you cursed him out, he fucking deserves it.”

“No, Gigi, oh my God.” Even the mere thought of doing something like that sends shivers down your spine. “He caught me reading during class.”

“…That’s it? You’re freaking out over that?” Giselle blinks.

“It’s what I was reading that’s the problem.” you lament miserably, gathering your courage with a sip of your disgusting cocktail. “I have this book; it’s about a teacher and a student… getting together, if you know what I mean. It’s really dirty… and he caught me reading it in class. He took it, and then he read it himself right in front of me! He thinks I’m a freak. It’s been two days and he won’t even look at me.”

Karina and Giselle stare at you.

“Why the hell were you reading a smut book in class?!” Karina gasps, her dark glittery makeup making her wide eyes look even wider. “And one about a professor, too— were you trying to get caught? There’s better ways to go about telling him that you want to fuck him.”

“I don’t know— I was bored and stupid, okay?!” You had been asking yourself the same question for days, mentally beating yourself to a pulp every time it crossed your mind. “I thought he wouldn’t notice me since I sat in the back… now he’s going to tell the dean, and I’m going to get expelled, and—”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Giselle stops you in your downwards spiral, grabbing your shoulder to ground you. “You’re thinking too hard about this. He’s probably just a prude. If he was going to do something like that, he would have probably done it by now. Plus, I don’t think that’s really something you can be expelled over.”

You lean into her touch, resting your head on her shoulder as she pats your back comfortingly. “He’s mad at me…” you whine petulantly. “I was trying to get that TA position, too… fuck, I’m so screwed.”

“What would he be mad at you for? Being horny?” Karina laughs, “It’s really his own fault for snooping in your stuff.”

“I think you’ll still get it.” Giselle supplies helpfully. “You’ve really got nothing to worry about. Sure, your grade sucks, but I’ve seen the two of you talking in the hallway before— the way he looks at you is insane. And the way he looks at your ass when you leave is even crazier. You just showed him that you feel the same way about him that he does about you.”

“Don’t say that.” You groan. “You think that about every guy I talk to. There’s no way in hell that Professor Choi feels anything for me except hatred.”

“If you’re really that worried about it, you can always just apologize.” Karina says, drumming her long nails against her glass. “It might not do anything, but it’ll make you feel better.”

That was the first bit of real advice either her or Giselle had given you in a while, even if it left a bad taste in your mouth. “I don’t know. I feel like that would just make things worse. I need to go to the bathroom.”

You scramble off the barstool in a rush, teetering on your heels— you weren’t even that tipsy, but every step made you feel like a newborn deer. Karina and Giselle watch you hobble away in pity.

You stumble through the crowd in search of a bathroom sign, quickly getting lost in the sea of bodies. There’s little room to move around, everyone pressed up against each other dancing, too intoxicated to notice you trying to politely squeeze by. They jostle and knock you around, and you nearly trip over your own wobbly feet multiple times. Your headache grows nearly unbearable, your desperation to find an escape leading you to start pushing people out of the way so you can continue to move forward. One particularly drunk woman nearly knocks you to the ground, and she shoots you a dirty look over her shoulder when you shoulder past her roughly. You hate to be rude, but you’re teetering dangerously close to your breaking point. You need to find some peace and quiet, and fast.

But all of that goes out the window when among the countless bobbing and weaving heads, you spot a frighteningly familiar pair of broad shoulders.

“Professor Choi?!” you call out in shock, shoving your way towards him. “What are you doing here?!”

Without his suits and big clunky glasses on, you almost don’t recognize him. He was leaning back against the wall with two men who you vaguely recognize as other professors at the university, talking and laughing amongst themselves with beers in their hands. You admire the curve of his tall nose, the way his pronounced collarbones peeked out from the loose linen shirt he wore, the first few buttons undone to show a delicious strip of tan skin. His dark hair, usually gelled back to show his forehead, was left fluffy and untamed, framing his pretty brown eyes. He jumps a little at your voice, turning away from the men to look at you.

His eyes widen sharply, moving slowly from your face down to your chest. They linger there for a moment, blinking owlishly, before he tears them away from you completely, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

“Oh, um. Hello, Miss L/N.” he stutters, suddenly very interested in the state of his shoes. You make a quick mental note to thank Karina later for convincing you to squeeze yourself into this stupid dress.

“Oh, this is Y/N?” One of the men slurs gleefully, a grin stretching across his handsome face. There was a certain hunger in the way he undresses you with his fox eyes, scanning you head to toe like a predator. You could tell from his flushed pink cheeks that he was very drunk. “I’ve heard all about you! It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

Something odd flashes in Professor Choi’s eyes and he jerks his head to shoot his friend a deathly glare. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“You’ve… heard about me?” you cringe, your heart sinking. Out of whatever Professor Choi had to say about you, none of it could be anything good.

“Oh, not much, just that you’re one of the brightest students that he’s ever taught.” The other man cuts in, chuckling. He tips his head back and takes a swig of his beer, flashing you his sharp jawline. “One of his favorites to have in class, he says.”

“Such a smart head on those little shoulders! You should consider taking my econ course next year, it’d be a gift to see your pretty face in my class.” The first man adds, his crooked smirk widening.

“Yeonjun, Chan, please.” Professor Choi grits out through his teeth, anxiously running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, what did you say, Miss L/N?”

You splutter as your lips refuse to form words. You?! The brightest student he’s ever had?! That was just a complete and utter lie; if it wasn’t for Giselle helping you with an extra credit assignment you had practically begged him on your knees for, you would be failing his class spectacularly. You couldn’t fathom why Professor Choi would say something like that to these two men, when nearly every class he was scolding you for being late, distracted, forgetting your deadlines, a combination of all three and more. Not only that, but with what had transpired the other day still fresh and stinging… they had to be saving face or making some kind of sick joke. As you collect your thoughts, you half expect them to start pointing and laughing.

“What are you doing here?” you repeat, peering up at Professor Choi’s blushing face. He avoids meeting your eyes, just like how he was in class.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the start of my weekend?” he retorts, fiddling with the pull tab on his beer. “Clearly, you’re doing the same.”

He spits out the words like they left a bad taste in his mouth. It stung like an insult. “I thought you said you were busy.” you assert, biting your lip to keep from scoffing. The liquor giving you a little too much courage; he was still Professor Choi, even if now standing in front of you he looked like just any other guy.

“I… was.” He mumbles, “And now I’m not anymore. It’s really not any of your business.”

It takes everything you have to keep from blurting out that your book really wasn’t any of his business either, but you manage to hold your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I just— Sir, I need to talk to you.”

 “There’s nothing to talk about.” He says matter-of-factly. It’s far from what you were expecting him to say.

“What do you mean?” you challenge, your annoyance starting to turn sour. “It’s about the other day.”

Professor Choi continues to play dumb, though he keeps throwing sidelong glances to his coworkers. “What about it?”

“I want to apologize.” You bite hard on your lower lip. For doing nothing wrong.

Professor Choi’s eyes snap up to meet yours, inky dark irises wide in shock. “Y/N—”

“Apologize?” Professor Choi’s friend— Yeonjun— butts in, raising an eyebrow. “What happened?”

All the color leaves Professor Choi’s face, even the blush that was slowly trailing from his cheeks down his neck. He awkwardly clears his throat and averts his gaze, putting on a show of cupping his ear and pretending to be confused. “Sorry, I can’t hear you over all of this noise! If you have a question, I’ll be in my office tomorrow afternoon. Go on and have a good night.”

“Wait, Professor—!”

“Have a good night!”

It takes you a long time to find your way back to the bar, drunk, defeated, and stewing in your own thoughts. You’re pleasantly surprised to see that Giselle and Karina have been sat waiting for you all this time, but you don’t have it in you to feel happy or grateful as you plop yourself back onto your empty barstool. Their irritation quickly shifts to confusion and worry, both shooting you odd glances as Karina tentatively hands you another cocktail.

“Are you okay?”

“Did you get lost or something?”

You take a long sip, the disgusting sweetness and the bitter liquor overpowering your senses enough to calm your racing thoughts. “I think I’m going to go and talk to Professor Choi tomorrow.” is all you say.

“If you fuck him, please put in a good word for me.” Giselle slurs drunkenly in reply. “I need to pass that fucking class.”

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Miss L/N?” Professor Choi whispers in your ear, his deep voice dripping with honeyed venom. The fabric of his dress shirt ghosts over your back, his body so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. He has you trapped against his big wooden desk, bent over it obscenely with your ass in the air as you whimper and squirm. Your skirt and panties pool at your ankles, leaving your most intimate areas exposed for him to view. Your leaking pussy quivered from the icy cold air, your hole clenching desperately around nothing and aching to be filled.

“I’m sorry!” You mewl, voice wavering.

“You didn’t answer my question. What are you sorry for?” he presses, so deliciously condescending in the way he feigns ignorance, “Apologize to me properly and tell me what it was that you did.”

“I’ve been bad, sir. I was reading during your lecture, and I’m sorry—”

“Oh, you weren’t just reading.” Professor Choi scoffs, straightening himself up and off your back. He rounds the desk to circle you like prey, his slow methodical steps echoing throughout the quiet of his office. They echo in your ears and strike a dizzying mix of fear and anticipation in your heart.

“I-I was reading smut and…” your face burns hotter than the sun, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath to will yourself to have the courage to admit what it was you were caught doing. “…And I was touching myself.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” He stops to stand at your side, his mere presence hovering above you enough to make you shudder. “Tell me exactly how you were touching that slutty little pussy.”

His words go straight to your core, making you squeeze your thighs together in need. Just a little friction was all you needed, and the edge of his desk granted a great opportunity… but as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t let yourself give in to desperation and grind yourself against Professor Choi’s desk like a dog in heat. He would notice immediately, and it would only worsen your punishment.

“I was… I was rubbing my clit through my panties.” you admit ashamedly, “Grinding against my fingers. I was going to put one inside but you… you stopped me.”

“I could see your hand up your skirt all the way from the back of the class.” Professor Choi spits, his carefully controlled demeanor cracking and his wild, untamed anger boiling to the surface. “It’s like you’re trying to get the two of us caught. You’re lucky no one else was looking… or was that what you wanted? Did you want everyone to see what a slut you are?”

“N-no!” you gasp, but the idea gets you even wetter; you wanted nothing more than for everyone to know that he was much more than just your professor, that he was yours and in turn you were his. “I’m a slut j-just for you, no one else!”

“Fuck, that’s right.” he groans lowly, his voice dripping sex. He picks up a long wooden ruler off his desk, right by your head, and points the tip at the nape of your neck. It ran slowly down the curve of your spine, a ghostly barely-there touch that left a trail of fire erupt across your skin. He stops at the plush swell of your ass, gently caressing your flesh with the cold wood. “You’re all mine. My favorite little student. You just need some discipline to put you back in your place, hm? Show me what a good girl you can be and count for me.”

He rears his arm back, poised and ready to strike. You can hear the ruler whooshing through the air, sharp and fast as he swings his arm forwards—

Your eyes snap open with a gasp. Suddenly, you���re back in your bedroom, curled up safe and sound in your bed, groggy and disoriented as you slowly come back down to reality. While you dreamt about Professor Choi often, never had one felt this vivid, this real. You can still feel the echoes of his touch, the phantom pain of his ruler against your asscheek haunting you like a ghost. Your panties are soaked through completely, sticky arousal pooling in the fabric and dripping down your thighs, creating a wet spot on your sheets. You toss and turn to try and go back to sleep, but it’s no use; you’re so horny you can’t think straight, can’t ignore the dull throbbing in your core.

As your hand slides under the waistband of your panties, you decide that enough is enough.

You were at your breaking point. Your life had spiraled completely out of control in the span of just two days, all because your stupid puppy-love crush of a professor had to be nosy about your reading material. He just had to find a way to humiliate you even more than he already did, didn’t he? He could’ve just given you your book back and the two of you could have gone on with your lives. He shouldn’t have even taken your book in the first place! You could have continued fantasizing about him from the back of the class, not a worry in the world, instead of losing precious hours of sleep and mentally beating yourself up.

And after your interaction at the bar, you feel even more ridiculous. If Professor Choi truly had the intention of telling someone about what he had caught you reading, wouldn’t he have told the other professors that he was with? And lying to them about you being his smartest student…  you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

It was clear that Professor Choi didn’t want to talk about it. But even if he wants to pretend like none of this ever happened, you just couldn’t.

There was simply no other way for you to get over all of this other than finally confronting him. You needed to make the endless spiral stop, tell him exactly what was on your mind and finally put this to bed. The longer you stew over everything that has transpired, the more your fear and anxiety boils over into anger. This was all Professor Choi’s fault! You needed to give him a piece of your mind, or you don’t think you’ll ever be able to move on.

Professor Choi doesn’t answer until after the fifth knock, his face immediately dropping once he swings open his office door to see you standing there in front of him. His hair is a mess and his clothes are disheveled, his tie half undone and his shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Anxiously he adjusts his glasses, the wide brown eyes behind them looking like a cornered deer’s. “You actually came over to apologize?” He blurts out before you can even open your mouth, genuine surprise taking over his features. “I didn’t think you—"

“Actually, no, I’m not here to apologize!” you declare, the words spilling out before you gave yourself the time to second guess yourself. You had lied awake until the sun came up thinking about what to say, and you weren’t going to let those wasted hours go to waste. “I’m here to tell you, sir, that going through my book was an invasion of my privacy! And that it’s none of your business what I read! I’m an adult, not a child, and I can do whatever I damn well please!”

Professor Choi blinks owlishly, staring at you in stunned silence for so long that your newfound confidence falters and you begin to shuffle nervously.

“Oh. Um… alright.” He finally says.

“Alright?!” you echo incredulously, your irritation coming back in full swing. “You’ve been avoiding me for days and all you have to say for yourself is alright?!”

Professor Choi’s eyes flicker around anxiously, and it suddenly hits you that you were yelling at him in a public hallway. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Yes you do!” you shriek. This really wasn’t how you were planning on any of this going, but it was far too late to turn back. You open your mouth to continue your rant, face burning hot with unbridled rage, but Professor Choi quickly grabs your wrist and roughly pulls you into his office. The sudden act shocked you into silence, your eyes wide and mouth agape as he drags you all the way back to his desk. 

“Listen.” He growls, his voice octaves deeper than you’ve ever heard it before. “You’re acting way out of line right now. Don’t you dare ever talk to me like that, you understand me? I’m still your professor, even when we’re not in class. You’re to treat me with respect—”

“Then you treat me with respect first!” you retort, though you do manage to calm yourself down enough to lower your voice. “Playing dumb and refusing to talk to me after humiliating me in front of everyone! What was even the point of doing that? Was it just for your own sick pleasure?!”

“Y/N.” Professor Choi sighs, the second time you’ve ever heard him call you by your first name— the first was at the club, but you were far too distracted to dwell on it. “I know you have some sort of feelings for me. You’re not very good at hiding it.”

Your entire world comes crashing around you, though you suppose that you shouldn’t be too surprised. You had just let yourself hope beyond reason that he would never pay you any attention.

“What I’m trying to say is… Y/N, you need to stop it. Get rid of the book. I can’t be with you, it’ll never work, okay? I’m your teacher, and ten years your senior. There’s plenty of college boys around campus for you to ogle over instead.”

“You say you can’t but… do you want to?” you ask quietly, barely above a whisper.

Professor Choi doesn’t meet your eyes. “I could get in a lot of trouble, Y/N. You could too.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You challenge, a hopeful spark igniting in your chest. He didn’t say no… and you may be looking too into things, or just clinging onto hope, but that was more than enough proof to you that your professor was hiding some feelings of his own.

“We can’t do this.” He mumbles, his voice growing wilder, more defiant.

“Sure we can! I’m an adult, you’re an adult… did I scare you away with my book or something? Look, it’s okay if it wasn’t up your alley. There’s nothing wrong with being vanilla, Professor. You don’t have to, like, spank me or anything—”

“But I do!” he interjects suddenly, his head shooting up to look at you with wild eyes. His entire face was bright crimson red.

“You… wait, what?” you must have misheard him. That was the only explanation, surely; There was no way he actually—

“I can’t stop thinking about it! I thought there was no way you’d be into anything like that, that I needed to stop thinking about you and move on like a professional, but then you go and pull this, and now I can’t go a single second without thinking about putting you over my knee! It’s driving me insane! I can’t even look at you!” 

“Professor—”

“Soobin. God, just call me Soobin. I can’t handle you calling me that right now.”

You open and close your mouth a couple of times, surely looking like a fish out of water— This was the absolute last thing you expected to come out of your professor’s— Soobin’s—mouth. Your eyes bulge out of your head, your face burns hotter than the sun… your pussy clenches pathetically. It felt like you were in a dream, almost, which might have been why you suddenly felt so brazen— if you wanted him, and he wanted you, who were you to deny him?

“Then do it.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. Soobin looks just as shocked at your proclamation as you were. “If you want to do it that bad, do it.”

He moves in a flash, giving you no time to prepare— within seconds has you thrown over his lap on his office swivel chair, your hair hanging in your face as you blink wildly at the floor. Soobin brushes one of his big hands against you skirt-clad ass, barely a brush of his fingers, but you still gasp all the same.

“Do you really want this?” He breathes, voice low, his breathing hard—the outline of his cock presses hard against your stomach through his slacks, making it considerably hard to focus on the words that came out of his mouth.

It takes you a moment, but you manage to choke out a whiny “Yes, sir, please.”

Soobin stutters out an uneven breath, his fingers inching down to the hem of your skirt, teasing the tops of your thighs for just a moment before pulling the fabric up to expose your ass, a noticeable wet spot present on your panties.

“So pretty…” He coos. You can feel his cock twitch against your stomach, those long knobby fingers trailing along the edge of your lacy thong. “Is it okay if I take your panties off, bunny?”

You whimper and nod your head— Soobin lands a gentle love-tap to the junction of your thighs with an airy chuckle. “Use your words like a good girl.”

This couldn’t be happening. You had to be dreaming, or hallucinating, or something, anything except truly living through this fantasy come to life— Boring, bland Professor Choi, the biggest prude you thought you knew, was just way too good at this, at making your legs shake and your pussy throb all the while barely touching you. In just an afternoon your reality had shifted from thinking that he had to be the world’s biggest loser virgin to thinking that he was even sexier than the professor in your book.

You weren’t sure how to feel about it, but your cunt did. 

You must have stayed silent for too long, because without much warning Soobin lands a much harsher spank to the top of your asscheek. “Bad girl!” he admonishes, and you can hear the teasing, dimpled grin in his voice “C’mon baby, use your big girl words. Tell me how much you want it.” His hot breath fans over your ear— you couldn’t hold in your moan even if you tried, the broken whine sounding weak and pathetic even to your own ears. 

“P-Please, sir… please take my panties off. Please spank me.” you whimper, your face beet red and your pussy drooling— Soobin’s deft fingers stroke slowly up and down your folds, feeling the wetness seep through the cotton fabric of your panties. You bite your lip to keep from screaming.

“That’s my good bunny.” You could hear your panties rip as he tears them off of you in one solid motion, the biting cold air meeting your hot soaking cunt and making both you and Soobin hiss. He admires the slick leaking down your thighs for a brief silent moment, deep breathy voice cooing at the way you arch into him and his touch, before he straightens back up and lands a stinging, eye watering spank deliciously close to your core. You yelp at the sting.

“That’s for being a fucking tease,” Soobin states, soothing your reddening flesh with a soft caress of his palm. “Being so fucking hot all the time and driving me crazy because I thought I could never have you.”

You hadn’t realized that this was confessional. Shooting him an evil smile over your shoulder, you giggle, “You could’ve just asked.”

Another spank, this time with even more force. Your hips buck with a shrill cry spilling from your open, panting mouth, your eyes watering— you had no idea Professor Choi was this strong. He refuses to give you any time to prepare, never warning you when the next hit to your ass will come. “I didn’t say you could talk back.” He growls.

You’re on the verge of tears from the red-hot stinging in your ass, but you still giggle at his words. “You’re kinky.”

Soobin just rolls his eyes, spanking you again, albeit a little softer. “And this one’s for being a brat. How about you start counting for me, bunny? That’s one.”

“One?! You’ve hit me four times!” Maybe you were pushing it too far, but it just came naturally to you to fight back, make him work for your submission and obedience. You relished pushing him as far as he would go; you relished losing.

Soobin grabs a handful of your hair and yanks hard, making you gasp loudly and your empty pussy flutter. Leaning down close to your ear, he lets out a warning growl; “I said fucking count.”

You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life. Torn between bucking your hips into Professor Choi’s bulge and pushing back into the touch of his hand, you give a quiet, watery whimper of “One…”

The hand holding your hair lets go, your head falling limply over his knee. “That’s my girl.” He coos lowly, stroking your head.

It distracts you enough that the next harsh slap to your ass feels even more intense than any of the others before it. “T-two…”

“That’s for being so fucking disrespectful. And in front of my colleagues too, no less. It’s like you were asking for me to ruin you.” Soobin tsks. “You need to learn to watch your mouth.”

The urge to say something smart tugs at you again, even if just to prove his point, but another spank rains down on your sore, bruising asscheeks before you can seize the opportunity.

“T-three!”

“And that’s… that’s for pushing me to put you over my lap in the first place. You couldn’t just leave it alone, could you? And now look at you, making me risk my job to teach you a lesson.” Soobin’s voice wavers, filling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place— it was extremely difficult to focus on his words when his fingers began to trail down the curve of your ass to your sticky, quivering folds, rubbings the tip of his thumb right over your clothed core. You moan unabashedly, shifting your hips and opening your legs to give him better access to what was peeking out between your thighs.

The fifth spank never comes. Soobin tugs your panties to the side and pushes two long, thick fingers between your folds, stuttering out a low moan like he was the one being touched. He starts a rough, dizzying pace almost immediately, his fingertips searching for that spongy spot inside of you. You grind your hips back against Soobin’s fingers, a drooling mess against his slacks.

“Pr-Professor…” you whine high in your throat — you want more, want him to speed up, slow down… his touches were driving you wild. You hadn’t been touched like this ever before.

“I told you not to call me that.” He hisses, curling his fingers against your sweet spot and making you keen. “Please, call me by my name.”

“Soobin!” you cry out, writhing against him. You felt a passion rising within you like the hottest fire, clouding your brain. You couldn’t think of anything except of the pleasure that he gave you, couldn’t utter out anything other than his name.

“Such a slut, falling apart just on my fingers…” he chucks huskily, enamored with the filthy wet sounds your cunt made and how they echoed through the quiet office. “I’ve thought about doing this for forever, God… you’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be.”

His thumb, wet from your arousal, comes down to rub tight, delicious circles against your sensitive, engorged clit, your strangled wail no doubt loud enough to be heard from the hallway. The building ecstasy distracts you enough for him to push in a third finger into your tight hole. The stretch burns but you love it, your hips kicking and moans growing louder and louder as he effortlessly takes you apart. 

“...Too much…!” you manage to choke out, digging your teeth into the fabric of Soobin’s slacks to keep yourself from screaming out in bliss. You felt full to the brim, pushed closer and closer to the edge with every rough flick of your clit and thrust of his perfect talented fingers. He teases a fourth finger around your leaking, stretched out rim, the threat of it alone enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

“Oh bunny, if this is too much there’s no way you’ll be able to take my cock…” 

The tears that had been brimming in your eyes start to stream freely down your burning cheeks, choked hiccups and sobs wracking your body, but it was the most pleasurable agony you had ever been in. Your hips move with a mind of their own, bucking against Soobin’s cock, thick and hard as a rock, only seeming to grow bigger and bigger every time you rub against it. You relish the sharp intakes of breath he takes every time you move against him. He was starting to fall apart too, you could tell, his voice sounding a lot less dominating and a lot more whiny and pathetic with each roll of his hips up into your tummy.

“I’m gonna… gonna make you cum on my fingers,” he whines low in his throat, his hand completely soaked in your arousal up to the wrist. “You gonna make a mess for me?”

His fingers dig impossibly and wonderfully hard into your sweet spot, that white-hot band of desire in your stomach winding tighter and tighter with each perfectly aimed thrust. You wail and sob, your hand reaching back to grab a tight fistful of his shirt sleeve. “I-I-m— ‘m gonna cum!”

Soobin’s other hand, the one that had been stroking your hair, then comfortingly up and down your back, rises up to smack your ass, the sudden burst of stinging pain making you scream, and for real this time.

 “You gotta ask first, bad girl! Gotta ask for permission b-before you cum…” His voice starts to break, his hips stuttering helplessly— the feeling of his big fat cock grinding hard against you only added to the fire in your belly. 

“Can I cum? Please, sir, can I cum? I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just let me cum!” you had no control over your mouth, hardly any conscious at all— all you could focus on was the tightening in your belly, the way Soobin’s fingers thrusted in and out of your pussy so good… you were his brainless whore, fucked dumb on his fingers. 

“Shit, go on honey, my good girl, my bunny… cum all over me, make a mess!” with his permission you let yourself topple over the edge, moaning and whimpering like a whore as you soak your thighs, Soobin’s hand, his shirt and slacks with your juices. You lay across his lap twitching for quite some time afterwards, your chest heaving like you had just run a marathon… you’d never come before like that in your life, not as hard or for as long. Soobin was with you the whole way as you come down from your high, sweet as can be as he coos praises into your hair and pats your back, kissing your head when you raised it to look over your shoulder at him.

Slowly, you realize that you no longer feel his bulge poking at your belly. You release your iron grip on his shirt to slide your hand down his chest and abdomen, all the way down to gently cup his very wet crotch. “Sir…?”

“S-sorry, bunny… couldn’t help it…” he turns his head away from you to hide his glowing red face, but you can see how his blush spreads down his neck and up to the tips of his ears.

“Did you just… cum?” you ask in awe and disbelief, looking down to see a dark stain spreading across the fabric of his slacks. Soobin only mumbles in response, refusing to answer or turn back to look at you, his blush growing an even deeper shade of red. It was all the confirmation you needed.

Professor Choi came in his pants like a virgin without you even needing to touch him. Something about that alights a blazing inferno in your core, your senses overtaken with need even though you had just had an orgasm yourself.

“I want to taste it.” You breathe out, your overwhelming desire eclipsing any rational thought and taking control of your words.

“Y-you… what?” his head snaps back to you in surprise, his eyes wide and clouded with lust as they gaze headily into yours.

“Your cum, wanna taste it, want it on my tongue…” you’ve never spoken like this to anyone, your voice not feeling like your own— the words spill out from between your lips mindlessly, desperate for more of Soobin’s brain numbing pleasure as you rub him through his slacks. His cock twitches underneath your fingertips, beginning to harden again from the ministrations. “Can I please suck you off, sir?”

“Fuck.” Soobin moans, rough and deep in his chest, the sound shooting straight to your sensitive pussy. “Yeah you can, naughty girl, come on, get on your knees and suck my cock. Clean up my mess.”

Your entire body feels limp and weak, not wanting to cooperate with you as you slide off of Soobin’s lap to the floor. It takes great effort to get yourself situated, kneeling on the floor with your unsteady hands grasping at his thick thighs. He widens his legs to give you more room to get comfortable, one of his big hands instinctively coming down to tangle in your hair as your own begin to slide up the insides of his thighs towards his straining belt buckle.

Ever so slowly and meticulously you unbuckle Soobin’s belt, the jingling of the metal buckle as it’s casted aside like music to your ears. You pull his pants and boxers down together in one rough tug, Soobin canting his hips to help you guide them down his thighs. His cock springs free and slaps obscenely against his belly, smearing the light fabric of his dress shirt in his thick, viscous cum. You can’t help but stop and stare, enamored by the sheer size of it— nearly as thick as a can and twice the length of one, throbbing veins making your mouth water. Cum still leaks from his angry red tip, fat and bulbous, the entirety of his length wet and shiny down to his heavy, twitching balls and neatly trimmed pubes.

You kiss the tip with a delighted grin, the contact barely-there but enough to make Soobin throw his head back and whimper in delight. Your tongue peeks out from between your lips to slide across his slit, earning a high-pitched needy hiss from the man above you, his long fingers tightening their grip on your hair as you lick down his dripping shaft. His thick, salty cum tastes like ambrosia on your tongue, the delicious bitterness quickly getting you drunk. You can’t stop until you lick him completely clean, and even then it’s impossible for you to pull away, the feeling of his weeping cockhead heavy on your tongue far too addicting. Greedily you suck him into your mouth, relishing in the way his girth stretches your lips before swallowing him deeper and deeper until his tip knocks against the back of your throat. You can hardly fit your hands around him, let alone your mouth, fisting what couldn’t fit down your throat as you start bobbing your head. More broken tears collect on your lashes and drip down your wet cheeks, looking utterly ruined and wanton as you gaze up from between Soobin’s legs into his hazy, unfocused eyes.

The eye contact is too much for him— his eyes roll back in his head with a whimper and his cock twitches violently inside of your mouth, the grip he has on your hair shifting from guiding your head along his shaft to tugging you off him with a sudden and disorienting strength. He pulls you off him with a wet pop, a foamy string of saliva connecting from his shiny cockhead to your needy whimpering lips.

“I’m gonna cum again if you don’t stop,” he pants, gasping for breath, “I gotta fuck that pussy first, bunny, please. Need to feel that tight cunt squeezing around me.”

“D’you wanna cum inside?” you goad, a lustful, mischievous grin overtaking your features, “Don’t worry, Soobin, I’m on the pill. You can fill me up if you want to.”

Your words make him visibly shake, what was left of his flimsy resolve crumbling right before your eyes, leaving nothing but primal hunger. “Get on the fucking desk.”

You obey immediately, hardly able to contain your excitement as you stumble to your feet and bend over Soobin’s big oak desk, wiggling your ass in the air invitingly. Your skirt and panties were still pulled up and pushed aside, exposing your dripping puffy hole for his eyes to feast upon.

“So pretty…” he croons behind you, his hands caressing your hips and waist. They smooth over the exposed globes of your ass, his fingers fiddling with the gusset of your drenched panties. Sheer pink lace that compliments your flushed skin, looks so delectable running through Soobin’s fingers as he grabs your asscheeks and spreads them wide. “You look so cute in pink.”

he hisses in appreciation at the sight of your dripping hole quivering, sliding a finger down between your pussy lips to circle at your engorged clit. “Holy fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, accentuating his claim with a flick of his hand— your pussy squelches obscenely, the lewd, pornographic sound making your cheeks flush. “I can’t take it anymore, I have to be inside of you— you can take it, right bunny?”

“Please!” you beg, hardly able to string together a sentence, “Please, sir, put it in, I need it so bad, need your cock—”

You’re interrupted by the feeling of his cockhead slapping against your entrance, Soobin running the leaky tip up and down your slit a few times just to hear your little whimper before burying himself inside to the hilt in one smooth thrust. He rams into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs, his long fat shaft stretching out your hole much more than you could have ever been prepared for. The burn is indescribable, overwhelming every single one of your senses in the best way, your tight gummy walls gripping his cock like a vice as the both of you struggle to adjust.

He's so deep inside of you it feels as if he’s poked through your cervix and into your womb, his big fat mushroom head snug right beneath your belly button. You’re so deliciously full that it makes your head spin, already fucked completely brainless before Soobin had even begun to properly move.

“Does it hurt?” he asks you softly, so gentle compared to how he carved out your insides. In any other circumstance you would find it sweet that he was this concerned, but you were certain that if he didn’t start moving inside of you right then and there, you were going to die.

“More.” you croak back in response. “Give it to me.”

With a winded groan, Soobin relents. He pulls his cock out until just the head was inside of you, giving you not a single moment to prepare before slamming back in with a force that knocks you further up on the desk. The hardwood against your cheek does nothing to muffle your loud, unabashed shriek, so he improvises by shoving two of his thick fingers past your open lips, the musky tang of your own juices filling your mouth when you suck hungrily at the digits. He set up a punishing rhythm within seconds, his hips clapping loudly and wetly against your ass while he muffles your whines and wails. His heavy balls smack against your oversensitive clit with every rough thrust, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure straight to your core. The desk cuts into the skin of your hips painfully, but if anything, it only adds to the burning sweetness building steadily in the pit of your belly.

“F-fuck, I’m close already!” Soobin puffs against the shell of your ear, pressing himself up against your back— you’re suddenly thrown back into your dream from the night before, the way the sensations were eerily similar yet nowhere near as good as the real thing. “Gonna cum inside you, is that okay? Wanna see how pretty your pussy looks dripping my cum.”

You can only drool in response, your thoughts fragmented and scattered, babbling desperate nonsense and rolling your hips back to meet Soobin’s thrusts with a dizzying force. Your body vibrates with liquid fire, heating your puffy cunt and quivering thighs— faster than ever before were you hurtling towards your climax, that familiar tightening in your core growing harder and harder to bear. You wanted nothing more than to yield to the tide, let it overtake you completely, and in turn pull Soobin down with you.

Your professor was going to cum inside of you. The fantasies that had haunted you for months truly became a tangible reality. What did you do to make you so lucky?

“This slutty pussy’s sucking me in so fucking tight,” Soobin groans, his thrusts growing sloppier, “Tell me you want my cum, baby, come on. Who’s cum do you want inside of you? Tell me and I’ll give it to you!”

“Yours!” you shriek with the last remaining bits of your energy, your words nearly incomprehensible to how you sniffled and sobbed around Soobin’s fingers. “Want your cum— my professor’s cum inside of me!”

You took a gamble, but it was just what he wanted to hear. With one last aggressive thrust, Soobin bottoms out inside of your pulsating cunt, his bulbous cockhead kissing your battered cervix as he cums with a broken cry. The sensation of his sticky, hot seed splashing against your insides is just what you need to tip over the edge yourself, your walls clamping down on him and milking him for all he’s worth as you ride out your own climax with long, surrendering moans. He hisses from the overstimulation, but he makes no movements to pull out, letting himself soften inside of you as you both struggle to catch your breaths. Thick viscous globs of your mixed cum leak out from where you’re connected, dripping down your thighs and Soobin’s balls to collect in a puddle on the floor.

You gaze over your shoulder to watch as Soobin slowly and carefully pulls out, a creamy, foamy white ring formed around the base of his cock. His glasses were fogged up from his heavy breathing, his hair and clothes even more a mess than it was when he had first opened the door, his pink face so irritatingly kissable when he shoots you a nervous dimpled smile.

You cant help but giggle at him.

“You’re not going to… tell anyone about this, are you?” he asks you anxiously, opening one of the desk’s drawers to retrieve a packet of tissues.

“As long as you explain to me why you told those other professors that I was your best student.” You reply smartly, your grin widening when he scowls.

“It was the only way I could think of how to explain why I talk about you so much.” He admits shyly, wiping down the mess between your thighs. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d rather if we continued that charade so it doesn’t look suspicious when I ask you to come to my office every once in a while.”

“Will you give me that TA position then?”

“You technically don’t qualify,” He laughs, “but I thought that was a given.”

“You won’t regret bending the rules a little, I promise.” You tell him with a wink and a smile. The love-stricken, goofy dimpled grin he shoots back at you makes your heart soar.

“I know I won’t.”

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[haru-natsuka]

Not funny (Floyd Leech x Female Reader)

Genre: Romance

Usually, Floyd would enjoy squeezing others but what if it was his girlfriend who did so?...

I got the idea when I kept on pondering over Floyd's habit of squeezing other students. So, how would you actually feel if your boyfriend hugged others? Did that mean you, his girlfriend was equal to others? It was a relief NRC is a boy school. This fanfic is kind of revenge from you to Floyd. Enjoy~~~

Azul was getting furious and more furious as Floyd kept on throwing tantrums during his work on very peak hours. We were talking about business now and it would be a loss for Floyd bad service! Every now and then, Floyd would say he was not in the mood to do the work as he was busy glaring and shooing at his schoolmates who had been given a hug by his girlfriend. That was not how it works in Mostro Lounge should be done! Even his beloved goldfish aka Riddle had make its way to his hated list when you literally beat Floyd first in hugging Riddle.

Floyd's heart kind of clenched in pain upon witnessing your arms circled tightly around Riddle's waist, head laid gently on his chest and what with the voice you used seductively saying you caught the Heartslabyul dorm head. Your voice should be his! Your body should be his! Were you playing around by having affairs while claiming his to be yours too? Floyd would never accept this kind of harem! He should be the one to squeeze you which was different from the scene he was watching certainly!

"Riddle~ hugging you is the best. Your height is just so perfect for meee"

A tray full of glasses shuttered on the ground as Floyd threw it angrily when he saw you rubbing your head on Riddle's chest. As Riddle being himself who had zero control over the situation, of course, his face had turned as red as tomato upon you being so clingy with him. He would not be someone who used such affection and he could really do nothing as his unique magic would be futile to you and the fault behind your sudden change in behaviour was not laying with yours made things harder for him. Therefore, he could do nothing except weakly ask you to stop before an eel came for his life.

Unfortunately, Floyd already stomped towards the direction of you and Riddle. His eyes flashed with enormous enragement while his mouth was curved into a maniac smile. His left arm was brought towards his right shoulder out of habit whenever he felt like he could strangle someone. One goldfish might die tonight.

"Do you want to be squeezed so much goldfish? I can do the honour instead of someone else girlfriend"

With the help from the other students, Riddle was much alive luckily. However, someone still needed to be the sacrificing lamb as you would never be affectionate towards another than your boyfriend. You must be under a spell. By midnight, when you returned to the normal you, you hugged Floyd all the time and asked for forgiveness from him as you felt rather guilty although you did squeeze others with being under a spell.

"I'll only forgive you if you tell me who is behind the incident"

"Promise me you would not kill them" You reluctantly told everything you could remember before you were cast with the spell. Let's just say the next day, Ace, Deuce and Grim got a lot of loving hugs from Floyd as he basically chase after them whenever they came into contact.

"It is not funny for getting Y/N getting involve with the three of your stupidity..."

Although the incident gave a bitter experience to some students, we could say you took advantage of it as you knew now how possessive Floyd was over you. At least you did not feel jealous anymore whenever Floyd shared his loving hug with other students as you knew how to counter his action back.

"If you squeeze Riddle again, I greatly have the right to do the same!" You claimed as you saw Floyd about to hug his goldfish again.

"Are you kidding me now, Y/N" You are much braver to threaten Floyd now. The situation ended up with both of you hugging each other whenever another person was about to squeeze another student. It was a happy ending we could say or not for Azul who needed to bear the weirdos couple as part of his life.

[izukusspirit]

IN RESPONSE OF WAKING UP IM INSTANTLY LIKE----DIBS FATHER ON FUCKING SHOOK CRACK LIKE ???? SON WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN LESS THEN 30 SECONDS TODAY??-

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM DID I ACCIDENTLY MAKE HIM A HUMAN ALIEN TO MESS WITH HIM MENTALY ABOUT EGG TOAST

NOOOOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT I GAVE HIM BLACK ADO CHAN MLG GLASSES BECAUSE I WENT TO 2014 BECAUSE OF A FUCKING OLIVE IN A JAR BEING SENT TO BE AS A GRAPE THINKING I GOT RAPED FUCK DEAD SERIIOUS ABOUT O.B.S BEING THE TWINSISTER GHOSTS HERE

AM I BACK IN 8TH GRADE AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK?? WHERES THE SHCOOL THEN IM LIKE AT HOME LIKE AREN’T I SUPPOSED TO CATCH THE BUSS FOR SCHOOL WHERE IS MY FUCKING MOTHER’S JEEP FUCK MY ANTI-VILLAN SUPERVILLAN ASS TRIED TO BOOK A HOTEL TRIVAGO WIGOUT TICKET TO TEHRAN BECAUSE OF MY AMERICAN DOUBLESPERM COUNTERPART HOO MY GOD HE’S TALKING ABOUT OBS BECAUSE HE THOUGHT GHOSTMONUMENT TOLD HIM TO FUCK OFF BECAUSE OF HIM CHANGING HIS BACKGROUND TO A MELTING CANDEL BUT JUST IN GENNERAL CHANGING HIS LAPTOP BACKGROUND ON THE FUCKING PHONE.LENOVO.AND HP EVNY :(. LINGO-JAM SMALL TEXT CRYING HHH GHOSTMONUMENT IS A SWEETHEART I PAINTED THEM SO BAD RECENTLY ;;;;;

https://obsproject.com/ https://www.deviantart.com/ghostmonument ngl they have core and honestly i’ve always loved the way they draw!!! i love their cat dragon character with those long evildregon horns but she/he fucking hates me i stalk because i find intrest in telling you i fucking looove you but you HAATE ME SO YOU’RE LIKE KIMIKO RAIUMONDO TO MEEE LIKE THE MONKEY EYE GLAREE FUCKK :(-

LIGHT IN DARKNESS FAIRY ANIMALJAM GROUND PENSIVE EMOJI IN RESPONSE TO ME SENDING THE LETTER H OR A KAT TELLING ME TO BASICALLY FUCK OFF WITH A SHEMJI KAT OF ERIC BUT ZIM IN THE SUMMER SERVER THAT I COULD ACCIDENTALLY SEE BECAUSE I SIMPLY GHOST LOOKED AT THE LINK IN DEATH LIKE HOOO MY GOD I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE A FUCKING SERVER DM LINK NOO THE FUCKING DSI ITSELF COULD SHADOWBOX ME INTO INFORMATION AND I CANT EVEN GO HOOOME ORIGINAL SOURCE OF GHOSTMONUMENT AND KATS UPSET :(

AND THE FINAL DEATH BLOW WAS THAT I KILLED LOKI ON PONY.TOWN IN A TRUTH OR DARE WITH FAYE THAT I COULDN’T GET OUT OF BECAUSE I HAD SO MUCH FUN THAT I FELT BAD AFTER!!! MERRY BAD END HAHAHAHA!

ORI AND THE BLIND FOREST CROSSWORD PUZZLE WOLF NUZZLE BOTTLE FROM TARGET PINKBLUE

THE PEPPERMENT CATTOFRICC WITH LOKIS ENDGAME DEATH WRITTEN ALL OVER IT LIKE FUCK GO BACK GIVE HIM MY LITTLE PONY VIBES IN HIS NEW SHOW SO HIS DANIKA CROWLEY ACTOR DOESN’T FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT THE FACT THAT I GAVE HIM LONG SPIDERMAN HAIR TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE A SEX SYMBOL BUT A WORLD DESTROYER AT THE SAME TIME-AND I’M LIKE CRYING IN MY FUCKING HEAD LIKE I FUCKING HEAR LOKI SAY “FATHER WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME” IN RESPONSE TO THE LONELY OK? KEEP PLAYING FROM ANIMALJAM BECAUSE I NAMED AN ACCOUNT FOR MY MOTHER BISQUITLOBSTER AND HE THOUGHT THAT THE QUIT WAS KILL YOURSELF SO HE DID THE USEEWA AS THE ACTUAL ACTOR IRL AND THATS WHY IDRIS ELBA HAD TO KILL HIM ON-SET BECAUSE HE ALREADY DIED HE SCREAMED HE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO ACTUALLY CHOKE HIM OUT LIKE MY NEW MOVIE JEWLS HOO MY GOODD

LOOK AT HOW MUCH FUN HE’S HAVING WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HIM?? HE TRIED TO TYPE THROUGH ME LIKE “DON’T DO THAT TO ME??” AND I’M LIKE WYDM “DUDE WE’RE THE SAME PERSON THIS IS PHILLIP LESSEN MADE TO LOOK LIKE MYSTERIO STOOPP” AND I’M LIKE DOES LOKI CANNONLY HAVE A FACE OR IS IT THE FUCKING DISNEY CHANNEL DISNEY XP ULTIMATE SPIDERMAN ONE I CONSTANTLY SEE AS LINEART INSTEAD OF ANYTHING ELSE” YES IT FUCKING IS LAMENTS PHILLIP BUT NOT UPSET “AND IM LIKE FUCK I SWITCHED TO THE FUCKING QUOTE INSTEAD NOOOOOOO LOKI PRINCE OF DARKNESS PHILLIPP JACKSPICER PRINCE OF DARKNESS SHAOLIN SHOWDOWN”

[teddybeartoji]

HIHIHIHIHHIHIIIIII HELLO SPRING MORNING TREAT!!!!!!!

ARI MY MOST BELOVED LITTLE IRIS MY ANGEL MY SWEETHEART HIIIIIII!!! I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME A MINUTE BUT HERE I AM NOW AND I AM SO FUCKING READY!!! it's relatively early.. by relatively early i mean it's 2pm but yk.. i have my coffee and i'm in bed and i'm ready to melt away<33333333 there's no sun here today so this'll just have to be the new sun i guess!! i know it will.

ok i'm one line in and i just already need to say that you're so right about suguru belonging in the kitchen it's the mother instinct in him yk i can just see him there soooooo clearly wahhhhh AND I CAN HEAR HIM HUM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HE WOULD ALWAYS HUM WOULDN'T HEEE very long dreamy sigh i love him so much

a tenderness uprooted, a fondness watered and trimmed, a hungry plant only satiated at the sight of this; the back of his head, raven locks cascading down his broad shoulders in obsidian waves, hair put up into a lazy half-down bun. a little messy, a little too breathtaking for words. wearing a black turtleneck that hugs his waist just right.

mickey found dead in a ditch i need an emoji that has it's tongue out with x's for the eyes silly ahh emoji but that's just how i feel okay "a little too breathtaking for words" yeah thank you for saying that this is what i feel every time i read your art thanks for understanding me

WAITTT SUGU WITH GLASSES???????????? SUGURU??? WITH GLASSES????????????????? ARI???????????? SUGURU GETO WITH GLASSES???????????? YOU PUT GLASSES ON HIM??????????????? MICKEY FOUND DEAD IN A DITCH PART TWO THIS IS A DIFFERENT DITCH BTW THIS ONE IS ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE OTHER ONE

he enjoys taking care of you, all three of you. always has.

😭😭😭😭.....................don't tell me i have to do another counttt😭

GRUMPY LITTLE SHOKO😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭FUCKKK THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE SHE'S A LITTLE ANGRY LOOKING KITTEN OK

you got to see them, be with them. that alone would’ve been enough.

love is stored in Just Being you know................ time spent together is never wasted time IT'S ALWAYS ENOUGHHHH THESE FOUR LOSERS ARE ALREADY KILLING MEEE OH TO JUST SPEND A MORNING WITH THEMMM😭😭😭😭😭

SUGURU LOOKS WELL-RESTED WHAT IS THIS ALTERNATE UNIVERSE :00000000000000000 no i'm so happy for him he deserves the sun and the moon and the stars and the planets and the sky and the milky way and a maybe a snickers bar too........

i think a forehead kiss from him would fix me i would never complain about anything ever again. please suguru.... just one smooch....

the kiss is chaste, familiar. warm, warm, a faint heat that simmers in your chest, a tiny firework of a feeling. + his thumb rubbing tender circles over your forearm. practiced, memorized, that familiar waltz of motions.

noboy writes about love the way you do. NOBODY!!!!!!!!! it's just so fucking warm and tender and soft and it always makes me wanna melt into a puddle of Something. you're insane and i love you

okay what the fuck my heart just stopped....... sugu calling you "love" 🥴🥴🥴🥴no i am not okay by the way LOVE IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL THING TO CALL YOUR BELOVED BC THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK STOP AND NOW HE'S MAKING YOU DRINK THE COFFEE??????????? 🥴🥴🥴🥴 when i said that he can fix me i meant that he's gonna fix me and then take me apart again

now you really are pouting. he shifts, until you're standing chest to chest, and kisses it away. twice, for good measure.

HE'S KILLING ME ACTUALLLYYYYYYYYYYYY ARIII WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUUU (VERY FUCKING AFFECTIONATE) HE KISSES THE POUT AWAY😭😭😭😭😭TWICEEE😭😭😭😭😭

it gives him an excuse to run his fingers through it. even when shoko whines for him to cut it out, and satoru purposefully shakes the branches to make the tiny white petals even harder to find. he must like having his hair ruffled like a misbehaving dog. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STUPIDS TOGETHERR!!! you write them all so beautifully yes i think satoru liking having his hair ruffled like a misbehaving dog is incredibly fucking beautiful

SUGURU WILL MAKE MARMALADE??????????????😭😭😭😭 HE'S THE BEST WIFE IN THE WORLDDDD you always add the sweetest little details into everything and wahh you're just so amazing

WORLD'S OKAYEST BOYFRIEND??????? ASJHASHAGSSJAGSDJASDGJAGSDSA

PLEASE I'VE NEVER NEEDED SOMETHING AS BADLY AS I NEED THIS FUCKING MUG YOU'RE SUCH A LITTLE GENIUS ARI

suguru making sure that shoko's coffee won't be lukewarm:(((((((( bc she hates it sm:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( i love them i really love them HER CUTE LITTLE FROWNNNN:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

satoru can’t sleep without hugging someone, and suguru can’t fall asleep unless he knows you’re all sleeping well. shoko isn’t picky, but you know she feels safest when she’s linking elbows with you, or touching pinkies with suguru, or snoozing on top of satoru’s chest like a weighted blanket.

ari i think your brain is getting too big i just might need to kiss you stupid a little YOU UNDERSTAND THEM ALL SO WELL IT KINDA MAKES ME MADDD LIKE WDYMMMMM HOW ARE YOU LIKE THIS HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD i just know you spent ATLEAST one of your lives with them

obviously i love all of them but satoshoko dynamic is just... something special..... they mean so much too me satoru sneaking into her room to make sure she'll sleep???????? i'm gonna cry again i think their dynamic is just soo good too wahh i wish we could see more of them overall:(( but yk thank fuck we all have you!!!!! idk what the fuck we'd do without you smhhh. die probably.

SHOKO CLINGING TO SATORU YESSSSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT I MEANNNN THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEEEEE<3333

and shoko is silent, blinking drowsily, twitching when his loud voice buzzes in her ear. she makes no move to push him away. 

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭THEY'RE IN LOVE AND I'M GONNA CRYYY YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO MEEEEEE

SHOKO. I. SHOKO- I. I CAN'T THINK. WHY'D YOU HAVE TO MENTION HER THIGHS WHAT THE FUCK ARI WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CONTINUE ON LIKE THIS??????????????? AND THEN OH????? SHE KISSES YOUR CHEEK???????????????????? BROOOOOOOOOOOO????????????

satoru giving out a loud ass mwah! he's just like me

their heartbeats mingling together.

ari the poet you mean so much to me this is such a beautiful line i wanna eat it

MEOWWWW CATORU IS HUFFING AND PUFFING HE'S SO CUTEE

”unbelievable. and during women’s history month, too!” ”you aren’t a woman, satoru.” ”i could be.” 

ASAJGSUAIWDWJADUWAKHDADWAGHJ STOPPP THIS MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUDDDDD HE'S SO FUCKING STUPIDDD WHY DO WE LIKE HIMM it's unbelievable how much i like him i would not have a chance if i ever actually met him the ego boost he'd get from me????????????? oh dear god i think i'd have to be locked away just for doing that i love him so fucking much

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AND WE HAVE ANOTHER FOREHEAD KISS I'VE YET TO RECOVER FROM THAT LAST KISS MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT. OH AND HIS DIMPLES AND HIS FRECKLES AAAAAAAAAAA HE'S MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYY HE'S PERFECT HE NEEDS TO BE HELD AND KISSED AND LOVED AND I AM READY TO BE DOING ALL OF THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SATORU THE SUNSHINE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU'RE KILLING ME ARI HE'S SO SWEET AND SO BRIGHT AND HIS SMILE CAN CURE JUST ABOUT ANYTHING I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

yep yep yep yep reader is very real for folding. i'd fold too if he'd look at me like that. my love for bullying is fading away as i type..........

see and there you go again with the little details that make me go even more insane bro i can hear the institution calling my name they're gonna take me away if you continue on like this WDYMM HE'S PULLING YOUR CHAIR CLOSER TO HIM AND CURLING HIS LEG AROUND YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

shoko being a bit shy about getting called a "doctor" :((((((((((i love her so much and pls satoru having to kiss the both of you after taking a SIP of your coffee he's so unserious (and i love him)

ANOTHER SUGURU WITH GLASSES MENTION THE CROWD CHEERSSS YAYY YIPPEEPEEE YAYYY (hehe peepee)

...the.... silver.... in... his....... lip piercing....................... they're having a moment buT I'M HAVING AN EVEN BIGGER MOMENT WAWAWEEWA SUGURU WITH A LIP PIERCING OH HOW I LOVE YOU SOOOO ARIII KISS KISS KISS C'MERE YOU DESERVE SO MANY KISSES FOR THIS

he’s smiling, and he’s looking at you like you’re spring personified.

sigh you already know i lost my mind at this too............ i cannot catch a fucking break the love is overwhelming

but they’ll be waiting once you get back — and tomorrow, you’ll have breakfast again, just like this. forever and ever. you never want the coffee to run out, never want the apricot trees to wither. you want to stay greedy for a long time to come. 

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭WHY ARE YOU SO GOOODD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭WHY DO YOU WRITE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFULLY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭WHY ARE YOU THE SUN IN MY SKY😭😭😭😭😭

the sun lets her golden hair flow throughout the city, melting rivers and warming benches. she falls across shoko’s lecture hall, sneaks into satoru’s classroom, kisses her way up suguru’s neck. you let a sigh slip past your lips, and the sun breathes it in again. a vein of joy awoken, slumbering inside your veins; and you smile.

WHAT DID I JUST SAYYYYYYYYY I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL ABOUT YOU EVER. NEVER EVER. I JUST CAN'T. I DON'T HAVE IT IN ME I SIMPLY CANNOT. "THE SUN LETS HER GOLDEN HAIR FLOW"???????????????????????????????? THE SUN CONNECTS THEM ALL EVEN WHEN THEY'RE NOT TOGETHER FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I PROMISE I'LL BE A GOOD HUSBAND OKAY I'LL BE SO GOOD TO YOU YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO WORK EVER AGAIN YOU CAN JUST READ BOOKS AND WRITE AND SUNBATHE AND EVERYTHING WILL BE GOOD BECAUSE YOU JUST DESERVE IT YOU DESERVE IT AND YOU WILL GET IT

diabolical. every post you make just changes me. i am not the person i was before reading this. i've been altered. for good. i'm gonna be on my death bed and i'm gonna be fucking quoting your art. trust. granpa mickey grandma mickey what the hell are you saying?? be quiet child this is a love story and you will fucking listen actually this is a story about love those are two different things and this author will teach you tell you all about it

this was just so sweet and so real. i know i've said it before but your writing always ALWAYS feels so fucking real sigh it's perfect. they're all in love and i wanna be there with them i hope we can all feel this kind of love one day actually i know we will let's not be stupid here

i love you so bad. my heart feels so warm. i am making tiny sentences. because i feel like i'm floating rn. and it's kind of hard to make sense of what i'm typing. thank you. for writing. and thank you. for being. idk what the world did to deserve you but i'm so glad you're here. here's a good old sloppy loud mwah! i hope your day has been good to you i hope you slept well i hope uni isn't bullying you too hard. eat well, drink well!! i love u<333333333333333333

dear spring, stay forever ; satoru gojo, suguru geto, shoko ieiri

synopsis; just another mellow breakfast shared between you and your partners. (you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it.)

word count; 3.8k

contents; sashisu/reader (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, all of u are whipped, lots of petnames, literally just breakfast fluff, it ended up kinda sugucentric on accident (not my fault btw he just really loves making breakfast for u that’s on him), also ended up kinda sappy at the end (that’s on me), implied no curses au, they’re in their twenties but it isn’t specified, everyone is eepy and in love <33

a/n; a little breakfast fic bc i love mornings and i love them :33 (tagging my beloved sashisu soldiers @catchuuu @staryukis i am making breakfast for both of u btw ☕️🥞) pls listen to spring thief by yorushika it’s the most sashisu song ever

as always, suguru is the first of you to make it into the kitchen.

he’s humming. it’s soft, a low lull of his voice, beckoning you closer like the call of a siren. sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, fiddling with a pan, sizzling and simmering and breathing in the scent of pancakes; it pairs well with the espresso steam from the coffee pot to his right, the vase of hydrangeas by the windowsill.

it’s a sunny morning. the perfect setting for the start of your day, an atmosphere you can savour, like the gradual sipping of your soon-to-be morning cup of coffee. somewhere outside your vision comes a morning symphony, chirps and songs by cicadas and robins. splotches of sunlight splatter against the windows, the kitchen table, the floorboards — illuminating the man in front of the stove.

something in your chest constricts, when you look at him. a tenderness uprooted, a fondness watered and trimmed, a hungry plant only satiated at the sight of this; the back of his head, raven locks cascading down his broad shoulders in obsidian waves, hair put up into a lazy half-down bun. a little messy, a little too breathtaking for words. wearing a black turtleneck that hugs his waist just right.

you should be used to it, by now. suguru has always been an early bird, always the first to rouse from his slumber, only ever contended by shoko and her occasional bouts of sleep-deprivation. he’s always waiting for the three of you, just like this — in front of a sizzling pan, adjusting his glasses by the kitchen table, cooking or reading or simply reminiscing. content to stir in the peace and quiet of the morning hours, before the world wakes up. 

and he’s always taken to preparing breakfast for the four of you, always ready to greet you with a smile and a cup of freshly made cappuccino. he enjoys taking care of you, all three of you. always has.

(it wasn’t any different back when you were kids. suguru was always the first one in the dormitory’s kitchen, messing with the rusty french press or making a grossly bitter smoothie for himself. he was snarkier, more roundabout — but no less thoughtful. grumpy little shoko would always get the last bitter pumps of espresso, and sleepy little satoru would get a french toast if he asked nicely enough. and you? 

you got to see them, be with them. that alone would’ve been enough. the steaming cup of cappuccino left on the kitchen counter — a little too tailored to your taste to be a mere coincidence — was always nothing more than an added bonus.)

the soft humming falters, for no more than a beat or two. suguru shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and suddenly you can’t resist the temptation.

with clumsy steps, heavy feet weighed down by a sleepy sense of numbness, you stumble towards your target. it’s a familiar waltz, five steps to reach him, a warmth that spreads throughout your body in tandem with the curl of your arms around his waist. slumped against him, cheek squished against his upper back, you hold your breath.

silently, you wait. one, two, until you hear the familiar roll of his breath; a delighted little sigh that slips from his parted lips.

when suguru cranes his head to get a glimpse of you, his amber eyes are leaking adoration. a sense of liveliness, a joyous spark — like a firefly, the flicker of a rusty lighter. he looks well-rested, dark circles long faded, only the dimmest remnant of them still visible beneath his eyes. 

he holds your gaze, steady and kind, and then he’s leaning forward; eager to press his lips against your waiting forehead. glasses slipping ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. the kiss is chaste, familiar. warm, warm, a faint heat that simmers in your chest, a tiny firework of a feeling. even the metal of his piercing feels warm on your skin. 

you melt into his spine, fingers searching for a pair of hands that find yours first — his thumb rubbing tender circles over your forearm. practiced, memorized, that familiar waltz of motions. he lingers against your skin, breathing in satoru’s favorite strawberry shampoo. you’ve been stealing it for weeks now. 

suguru’s lips curl up into something amused, still not quite willing to part from you. 

but then he does. turning towards the stove, reaching for the coffee pot with one hand, the other securing your own and lacing your fingers together. he gives them an affectionate squeeze, still resting on his lower stomach. a silent greeting that he always ends up voicing anyway.

”g’morning, love,” he croons, a little raspy, but sweet and nice. honeyed and deep, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. you hear him pour something into a cup. ”how did you sleep?”

all you can give him is a tired grunt, stretching your limbs out, blinking sluggishly to shoo away the drowsiness. suguru knows what to expect; he simply smiles, endeared, pouring steamed milk into your favorite cup. with a clink of his spoon against the ceramic, he adds the foam, stirring it carefully.

then he’s shifting his weight, angling his face towards yours, and pressing the rim of the cup against your lips — not before blowing on it gently. he watches as your eyelids flutter, waiting for the hum of contentment he’ll hear once you have your first sip. and he gets it. the rich aroma stirs you into a more awakened state, and a single taste of the creamy foam has you standing up a little straighter, humming in sleepy delight. suguru smiles, crow’s feet hidden behind his glasses. 

you accept the cup with a grateful squeeze of his palm, and he makes sure it’s steady in your hold before he faces forward again. another sip, and your throat feels a little less dry, your mind a lot less sluggish. so you answer his previous question. 

”… slept well,” another tiny sip. it’s hot, warming you up from the inside. ”i would’ve preferred waking up to you, though...”

a low chuckle bubbles up in your boyfriend’s throat. it makes you want to pout, but you smile instead. traitorous lips. 

he’s looking at you again, unable to help himself, reaching over to brush some loose strands of hair away from your face. ”aw, ’m sorry,” he coos, teasingly, sickeningly sweet. ”but then you wouldn’t have woken up to a fresh cup of coffee, hm?” 

now you really are pouting. he shifts, until you're standing chest to chest, and kisses it away. twice, for good measure. he must be in a good mood.

he usually is, at this time of year. when the air starts smelling of honeydew and snowdrops, and he’s awoken by barking dogs, luscious sunbeams splattered on soft bedsheets, the pitter patter of sudden spring rain. when the apricot trees outside your apartment complex begin to bloom; a flurry of sickly-white kisses pressed against your windows, sticking to the locks of your hair. it gives him an excuse to run his fingers through it. even when shoko whines for him to cut it out, and satoru purposefully shakes the branches to make the tiny white petals even harder to find. he must like having his hair ruffled like a misbehaving dog. 

they make suguru sigh and sigh, exasperated, but there’s always a smile waiting somewhere out of view. he’s not very good at hiding it.

(he likes the apricot trees. likes watching them change shape, colour, likes waiting for them to wither and blossom and turn into fruit.

once they’re ripe enough to pick, i’ll make marmalade for us.)

the morning waltz continues. while suguru continues to flip his pancakes, you sleepily decide to set the table. fondness erupts behind his eyelids at the gesture, small as it is. you stand on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelf, just to grab satoru’s favorite mug; one you all got him for his 19th birthday, a heartfelt message of world’s okayest boyfriend etched into the front. it was meant to make him pout and whine, but you’ve never seen him drink out of anything else at home.

you place the cup on the table with a soft thunk, along with plates and cutlery. suguru has already brought down a cup for shoko, seated on the kitchen counter next to him, soon to be filled with the same rich espresso he always drinks. he’s waiting until she joins you both, so it doesn’t end up going lukewarm. there’s nothing shoko hates more. you can practically hear that grumpy scoff, see her cute little frown.

your sleep schedules differ from day to day. suguru is always up early, satoru always sleeps in. shoko fluctuates between the two. you usually end up rousing from your slumber whenever the bed starts to feel a little too empty — a fact you doubt they’ll ever quit teasing you about.

that differs from day to day, too. sometimes you sleep with suguru, sometimes the other two, sometimes all three. you have your separate rooms, but always end up with your limbs intertwined one way or another; even if one of you comes home late or falls asleep on the couch watching tv. satoru can’t sleep without hugging someone, and suguru can’t fall asleep unless he knows you’re all sleeping well. shoko isn’t picky, but you know she feels safest when she’s linking elbows with you, or touching pinkies with suguru, or snoozing on top of satoru’s chest like a weighted blanket. as for you… 

you’ve gotten way too used to their touch to ever go without it. last night, you ended up in suguru’s room, tucked underneath his chin, while satoru snuck into shoko’s bed to convince her not to pull another all-nighter. you’re assuming it worked.

”mm, smells good. you makin’ pancakes?”

a bubbly, groggy voice spills into the air, just as a light breeze flits in through the window. soothing, refreshing. you turn your gaze towards its source.

and there they are. sleepy satoru, and grumpy shoko, the former clinging to the latter like an overgrown koala. satoru seems to be in high spirits, calling out to you with a smile, blue eyes glimmering like a sunny sky; but you can tell he’s tired by the way he’s stretching out his limbs, only wearing a pair of pyjama pants. and shoko is silent, blinking drowsily, twitching when his loud voice buzzes in her ear. she makes no move to push him away. 

suguru gazes at them with a smile, in tandem with you, nothing but fond. loving, in the way the amber of his eyes gleams and swirls with promises of something everlasting. he’s a little intense, honestly. but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

and, admittedly, your sleepy little partners are a sight for sore eyes. 

shoko meets your gaze, and finally decides to shake off the man with an arm over her shoulder. said man huffs, but makes no move to follow her when she stumbles into your arms. 

her limbs find their way around your midriff, her chin to the curve of your shoulder. her hair is loose, almost as long as suguru’s, messy and brushing against your cheek. your hand goes to smooth down her back, the fabric of her oversized shirt, soft and laced with the scent of laundry detergent. she yawns, right by your ear, lips jutted out into a small pout, and something in your chest returns. a hungry plant, drinking up her raspy voice, the glimpse you get of that mole beneath her eye. her stretch marks, when she pulls away and her shirt rides up enough to expose her thighs. little lightning bolts.

”morning,” you chirp. she presses a tiny kiss against your cheek, dangerously close to your lips; sometimes you think she does it just to tease you.

”hey, how come i didn’t get a morning kiss?”

shoko turns her head, finding satoru’s accusing stare. he’s pouting, tilting his head, already making his way over to suguru. but she only rolls her eyes.

”you’re such a baby.”

”you know you love me!”

suguru stifles a puff of laughter, leaning back against the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the marble. watching his partners with barely contained delight. satoru notices, grinning softly, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.

satoru’s kisses are always sloppy. you hear that drawn out mwah! even without looking at the pair, even without seeing his lips against suguru’s jaw. a phantom warmth sprouts on your skin. 

”good morning, handsome,” he purrs, low and rumbling through his chest, pressed flush against suguru’s — their heartbeats mingling together. soft skin against smooth fabric. there’s mischief in those aquamarine eyes, something teasing, and it makes suguru want to return the favour. 

”good morning, baby,” he presses his lips against satoru’s cheek. voice muffled against his soft skin, silky and deep. ”you kinda smell.”

a moment passes. the calm before the storm.

satoru blinks, barely registering shoko’s dry chuckle from behind him — and then furrows his eyebrows together like an irritated cat. a scandalized noise builds up at the base of his throat, and he glares at the man in front of him, frustration only growing when he notices that suguru isn’t returning the favour. his gaze is still fond, like an artist admiring a marble statue, drinking in his pouty boyfriend’s fluffy hair and droopy eyes and rosy lips. flattering, but the damage has been done.

”oh, i see how it is,” he withdraws his arms and takes a step back, crossing them with a hmph. ”bullying your sweet boyfriend first thing in the morning, huh? have you no shame?”

”sorry. you just look really bulliable today.”

another offended little noise. he turns on his heel, messy strands of hair swaying with the movement, glaring at shoko instead. ”unbelievable. and during women’s history month, too!”

”you aren’t a woman, satoru.”

”i could be.” 

you huff out a breathy laugh, taking a seat by the kitchen table while your lovers bicker. sipping from your cappuccino in silence, soaking up the mellow morning mood. until you feel satoru staring at you; eyes like marbles, big and bright, rich with mirth. his pout fades away, and he closes in on you with a smile. troubles forgotten. 

before you can greet him, he’s leaning down to leave a fat kiss on your forehead — messy, uncoordinated, but loving. a coo on the tip of his tongue. when he’s this close you can see his dimples, those tiny freckles that only come out in the light of the sun. 

you feel him smile against your skin, pulling back to speak. parting his pretty, glossy lips. ”and good morning to you, my dearest.”

he’s silly.

your lips bloom into a sweet grin, honeyed nectar on your teeth. he’s illuminated by the light streaming in through the window, a little disheveled, with his cute bedhead and bare chest exposed. a giggle slips from your lips, and your voice carries a melodic lilt, coming out as a soft croon. ”good morning, sunshine.”

satoru blinks. just once, before the telltale signs of his excitement start to show; his face brightening, breaking out into a cheshire grin, something sweet in the way his eyes crinkle. like folded origami, like messily cut fruit. citrusy and smooth.

before you can protest, those strong arms are reaching around your waist — hoisting you up into his arms with a coo of c’mere. he spins you around, just once or twice, and chuckles at the way you let out a sleepy yelp. even after stilling, he doesn’t put you down, only guiding your legs to wrap around his middle; his naked chest and muscles pressed flush against you. he’s warm, one large palm on your back and the other on your thigh. he touches you like it’s muscle memory, every ridge and dip, every part of you he’s already long mapped out.

honestly, you don’t understand how he can get so overcome with joy so early in the morning. but who are you to complain when it means getting smothered like this? 

”oh, and i smell great, by the way,” he suddenly huffs, directed at the partners behind him. he’s quick to smile down at you, tilting his head and searching for approval. ”don’t i, baby?”

for a second, you’re tempted to join in on the teasing. some part of you wants to. unfortunately, it loses against the parts of you still mesmerized by the splotches of white inside his pretty eyes, those cute little freckles. so you nod.

”yeah,” you breathe. inhaling, taking him in, sunlight and strawberries and laundry detergent. ”you smell like spring.”

his smile continues to blossom, turning sweeter by the minute. brighter than the sun. he throws a victorious glance behind him, delighting in the simultaneous roll of their eyes — before finally putting you back down. he wastes no time in plopping down on the seat to your right, dragging your chair closer to his, until they’re pressed against each other. curling a leg around yours. so clingy in the morning. 

suguru and shoko are quick to join you. they blink slowly, sipping on their cups of espresso, a rich aroma spreading throughout the kitchen. it blends well with the plates of pancakes suguru scoots towards you, drizzled with the syrup satoru likes. he’s attentive, making sure you’re all comfortable, rising to his feet when shoko asks for a single cube of sugar. she’s started to mellow out a bit, no longer as grumpy, soothed by the bitter taste on her tongue. and satoru keeps your leg locked in place beneath the table.

it’s hard not to feel nostalgic, like this. when spring is blooming just outside your window, when all three of them are just the same as you remember. some things have changed, sure, but they’re still so unapologetically them. loud voices, rude eye-rolls, teasing comments and all.

they munch on their pancakes, sip on their coffee, and you chat about what to do when you all get home. what movie to watch, what food to order, what food to make because suguru doesn’t think you’ve been eating enough homemade meals lately. bickering and bantering. smiling.

(it feels like high school every day.)

shoko is the first to leave. she glances at the clock on the wall and stutters out a string of curse words, a mutter about being late. suguru plays dumb when she accuses him of not reminding her on purpose. she kisses you again, right under your jaw, and lets her clingy boyfriends give her one kiss each on the lips — despite her protests that they’ll mess up her lipstick. then she’s heading out.

”goodbye, doctor!” satoru calls, cheery even as your girlfriend rolls her pretty eyes.

”don’t call me that yet,” she snorts, adjusting her scarf. ”there’s still a good chance i’ll drop out. or cheat my way to a doctorate.”

so she says, but you all know her. you catch that glimmer of amusement in her eyes, something smug in the way she straightens her back. a little embarrassed, maybe. but the faith you have in her makes her glow.

then it’s satoru’s turn. he’s whinier, about it, ignoring the alarms on his phone on purpose. suguru has to bribe him, promising him kikufuku and take-out and an extra tight hug when he gets home. only then does he get up from his seat, untangling his leg with yours.

”do i have to?”

”yes, you do,” suguru tuts. ”the kids have an exam today. be responsible.”

another pout. but he listens, slipping on his sunglasses, putting on a coat and stealing a sip of your coffee that only makes him grimace. he has you both kiss the taste away, and you indulge him, because he’s silly and stupid and yours. 

and then it’s just you and suguru. he has a day off, and you don’t have to leave until later. the kitchen falls silent, back to a mellow morning rhythm, that quiet waltz of motions and sunshine. suguru pours you more coffee, gazing at you from across the table, and you thank him with a smile. he adjusts his glasses and flips through the morning newspaper; absently, you wonder if shoko and satoru would’ve teased him for it if they were here.

what the four of you have is an odd arrangement. but that’s what all of you are, anyway; a little odd. 

and as you sit there, serenaded by cicadas and morning birds, senses caressed by cappuccino foam and apricot blossoms and a hand holding yours over the table… you think to yourself that even if everything shattered around you — if the earth stopped spinning or the stars crashed through the roof of your apartment — you’d probably still keep on living. you’d do it, if only to continue chewing on these memories, these mornings, like savouring the faded flavour of an old piece of gum. over and over again, until you can’t tell where your teeth end and where the gum begins, so that you’ll always be able to taste it on your tongue. for the rest of your life.

it’s melodramatic, yes, but they are too. you’re sure suguru is pondering a sentiment even more dramatic, right now, even heavier with devotion. something so sappy you’d have to hide your face in your hands and beg him to stop talking. 

and, lo and behold, he suddenly speaks up. 

“are you happy?”

the question breaks you out of your silent stupor. you look up from your plate, his amber eyes already taking you in, drowning you in fondness. he’s smiling, and he’s looking at you like you’re spring personified. the silver of his lip piercing catches the light of the sun. a couple apricot petals are stuck in his hair, woven between his raven locks. 

you blink. inside your chest, something unfurls, twists and turns, grows and withers all at once. a whole garden of love, just for them.

you lean forward, elbows on the table, and brush through his bangs. petal caught between your fingertips. when you lean back, you’re smiling.

“yeah,” you answer, truthfully. inhaling the scent of spring. “i’m always happy when i’m with you.”

a breeze caresses your cheek, your hands, and the whole apartment smells of apricots. suguru seems pleased, returning to his cup of lukewarm coffee, a little clink of ceramic against porcelain that strikes you as distinctly heavenly.

soon, you’ll have to leave. you’ll have to manage without their jokes and banter and touches, without them, for a grueling number of hours, one tortuous lecture after another. but they’ll be waiting once you get back — and tomorrow, you’ll have breakfast again, just like this. forever and ever. you never want the coffee to run out, never want the apricot trees to wither. you want to stay greedy for a long time to come. 

and you’re sure they feel the same.

the sun lets her golden hair flow throughout the city, melting rivers and warming benches. she falls across shoko’s lecture hall, sneaks into satoru’s classroom, kisses her way up suguru’s neck. you let a sigh slip past your lips, and the sun breathes it in again. a vein of joy awoken, slumbering inside your veins; and you smile.

it’s springtime, now, a little warmer. 

(here’s to another year together.)

[obsessivelyloved]

Okay Idea- Yandere future edd. He came back to kill his past self then he saw the reader again. They dated for years until S/O ran away with one of the other guys bc Edd became to crazy. His goal changes to killing the friend S/O ran off with and take S/O to the future with him.

Ok ngl I ran with this idea. Have I ever mentioned how much I love Future Edd

Under a Read More since it's long, thank you for the request! <3

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Something was incredibly wrong with Edd’s Future Self and you meant that lightly. The man took one look at Tom a minute into his speech about killing Edd at the dinner then at you and just. His face would haunt you for a good while. You’ve never seen that kind of rage on your boyfriend and seeing it come from his older self was terrifying.

He screamed and launched himself towards the table you four were sitting at. Future Edd had yanked Tom up by his hoodie, practically choking him, and screamed death threat upon death threat until Edd basically waterboarded him with Cola to get him to release Tom. From there, all four of you booked it to your cars.

Once you four got far away enough from the diner, you parked your cars to figure out a plan.

“I think my soul left my body. What the hell was that all about? Why is he so hellbent on killing me now instead of Edd?”

“Who knows. Guy seems not all there, no offense Edd.”

“None taken, he looks um. Something surely happened to make him that way, right?” Edd responded to Matt.

He looked a little sick. You really didn’t blame him since all of you just witnessed who he might become.

“Don’t think about it too much,” Tom told him. He patted him on the back, still a little out of breath. “Now that you’ve seen that, things might change. The future isn’t always set in stone and we could be in an alternate reality already compared to him.”

“I suppose.”

You wrapped an arm around your boyfriend. “Well I certainly won’t let you become a murder. If Cola gets banned here too, we could stick through it together.”

Edd blanched at the reminder but tried his best to return your smile. He glanced at something behind you. Whatever it was, his face brightened as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to… a glass display of tvs?

“Attention! Now selling Cola with…. Bacon!!!”

Oh. Yeah that made sense.

Matt nudged Tom with his elbow. “Who even buys this crap?” He took one look at Edd’s excited expression and quietly said, “Oh.”

“Yeah, we should probably get back to the cars now. I’ve had enough attempts on my life this week and I don’t want to have another one.”

You helped Tom pull Edd away from the glass display back to the cars. Only to quickly stumble backward as Edd’s Future Self appeared in front of you four in a flash of light.

“You may have gotten away from me last time, but you won’t be able to escape from my army of meees! Attack my brethren!”

If Future Edd wasn’t so terrifying, watching his plan fall apart as his family members scattered screaming would have been really funny. But he still loomed over each of you looking as if he wanted to tear Tom apart with his hands so none of you had it in you to really look at the situation and laugh.

“How could this plan get any worse? Ugh, I’ll just have to kill you myself.”

His eyes glowed green and the four of you could only stand there, frozen in horror as he stepped towards you. This is it, you frantically thought. My friends are going to die, c’mon move move do something move-

“Stop right there!”

Oh holy shit thank god. Someone was finally here to help. You weren’t going to have to watch as one or more of your friends became splatters of gore on the pavement. Not today at least.

“This has gone on long enough, Edd,” Future Tom snapped at him, pointing a gun. “What happened has happened and you need to get over it. Killing my or your past selves isn’t going to fix a thing.”

Future Matt looked super angry but the poor man didn’t get to even say anything because Matt screamed “Oh god I’m old!” and that broke the spell. Edd grabbed the back of both your and Tom’s hoodies as Tom managed to snag onto Matt’s jacket. The four of you booked it away from the shit show that was about to go down. Matt wailed something about his beauty being a fleeing concept but you didn’t pay much attention to him.

The sound of guns going off and screaming far behind you was so much more important. You didn’t hear much, but you most definitely heard Future Edd scream “YOU TOOK THEM FROM ME YOU BASTARD! GIVE THEM BACK!”

And even more chillingly, Future Tom screamed back, “THEY’RE NOT YOUR FUCKING PROPERTY, THEY’RE A PERSON AND IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU DROVE THEM AWAY!”

Again, you guys put a good distance away from the fight before you stopped again.

“I hope we never learn the context of that,” you panted. You bent over, hands on your knees as you wheezed. It’d been too long since you had to sprint as fast as you can for such a long distance. Maybe you should start taking runs around the neighborhood or something?

“They sounded so angry,” Edd said quietly. “I don’t think this is about Cola being banned.”

“Yeah, this feels. So much worse,” Tom agreed.

“Guys, the screaming stopped.”

You turned to look at Matt and your stomach sunk as you realized he was right. It was quiet. Too quiet.

“Maybe your guy’s future selves got-”

Something green slammed into Edd’s stomach, shoving him away from you onto the ground. He cried out and clutched his stomach.

Tom was next but that one slammed into his face and he screamed as he clutched his eyes. Matt was scrambling back but he was spared.

Arms wrap around you and you're yanked into Future Edd’s arms. A choked sound leaves your throat as you're pretty much crushed against his chest.

His hand slams over the watch on his arms and your friends disappear within a blink of your eyes. Future Edd lets go of you and you hear a crunch.

“NO!” You scream at him. “TAKE ME BACK!”

“I just destroyed the watch,” he said dryly. His gaze softens and he pulls you into his arms again, into a more gentle hold. He flops down onto a bed behind him and thoroughly traps you against him. He ignores your screams and pathetic attempts to push him away as he cooes at you, “Oh honey I am never letting go of you again. I love you so much, I’ll take such good care of you. He’ll never touch you again.”

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Future Tom takes one look at Edd’s past self curled up in a ball and his heart pounds in his veins.

“He took them!” Past Edd cried out. He sounded as if he was on the verge of tears.

“Motherfucker, when I get my hands on him!”

Future Tom’s neon green eyes dart to his own past self, the skin around his void eyes a furious red.

“He hit us with green shit and took off with them,” he angrily informed both Future Tom and Future Matt.

Future Matt held his head in his hands. “Oh my god, what are we going to do?”

“You have to find them!” Past Edd shakily gets to his feet. He has a manic look in his eyes as he still holds his stomach. “Please, find them! He’s going to hurt them!”

Countless thoughts rush through Future Tom’s mind as he stares at Edd’s past self. It’s a look he knows all too well, the one Edd had when he confronted him about you leaving him.

“We'll do our best,” Future Tom tells him. He reaches behind him to grab ahold of Future Matt and takes off into the time portal.

“Red Leader is really not going to be happy about this,” Future Matt says quietly.

“I know but there’s not much we can do now. We just have to find their past self before Edd does something stupid. Both Edds.”

Future Tom really, really hoped neither Edd fucked up the timeline more than it’s already been.

[abstract-crossverse]

Welp, here it is, idk if it'll help, but I listened to "favorite crime" while imagining this and cried, so that may help if you want to really get in the mood, just any sad song of your preference should do

Also, if you guys have any triggers in my writing then do tell me and I'll put a tw at the start

Small text = whispering/muttering

2022 edit: format change and more colored text

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"Clown promise..." [Tricky and sibling!reader, angst]

You and your brother, Tricky, have always been close, playing around, helping out in his performances, going out for hot dogs... You were the only friends you needed...

Until that day ....

"Tricky?!"

That Goddamned day....

"Tricky? Oh! There you are bro, I was wondering where you were" you said, stepping closer to your brother, who had his back turned to you

"... Tricky..?" You stood a few feet away from him, he finally noticed you behind him and turned to you quickly, the sight stunned you

His skin had turned green, his blue smile fading away, being replaced by rotting skin melting off his jaw

He looked at you with wide eyes full of shame and nervousness, your eyes widen once you saw the pipe sized hole on the middle of his chest

Tears pricked at your eyes, you covered your mouth "no..." You mumbled, he lowered his head with sadness in his eyes

You ran to your brother, gripping his arms "h-how did this happen?!" You yelled, tears running down you cheeks, Tricky was about to say something, but the sound of a gun shot and the pain on your back interrupted him

Grunting, you fell to your knees "Y/N!!!" you brother yelled in shock before running passed you, looking back you saw your brother brutally killing the grunt that shot you, you blacked out right after

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You woke up in your in your bed, looking around you spotted Tricky sitting on a chair next to your bed, noticing you were awake he helped you sit up, handing you a glass of water and telling you what happened after you passed out

And awkward silence was placed after he was done talking, until he spoke up again

...

"Y/n you need to move"

"Tricky, we already talked about this, I'm not leaving without you-"

"what?"

"You need to move out, it's not safe for you here anymore"

"yes you are, I already packed your stuff" his voice was starting to change pitches..

Your eyes widened "Tricky, WHAT?! NO!-"

"I'm NOT letting my sibling die, this hellhole is becoming worse and worse by the second!"

"Then come with me!"

"I can't, I have to finish the job-"

"FUCK THAT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!"

"AND YOU THINK THIS IS EASY FOR ME?! To force my sibling... My best friend away?..."

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You both fell silent for a moment "you have to go... I just want you safe..." You stayed silent, then nodded

You closed the car's trunk, having loaded the last box in, you walked over to your brother "welp, that's... That's the last box..." His shaking increase a bit more "I'll miss you..." His voice glitched "me too"

Suddenly he hugged you tightly, you immediately hugged back "Don't die, okay?" You joked with a slight laugh "Promise- Clown Promise!" he put a hand on his heart and made bunny ears with his fingers behind his head

"Sibling stay safe, promise?" You chuckled, putting a hand to your heart and bunny ears behind your head, tears pricking at you eyes once again ".. Clown Promise...!"

Tears rolled down Tricky's mask as he pulled you into a hug once again, it was brief but lovely

He let you go, you got in the car, starting the engine and driving out of the garage and into the street, soon after Tricky screamed from your previous spot

"Y/NNNN!!! CLOWN LOVES YOUUU!!! DON'T FORGET MEEE!! CLOWN WILL MISS YOUUU!!!" He screamed between sobs and hiccups

You couldn't keep in you sobs as you drove, yelling back the same...

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Months had passed, you drove happily back to your old house, excited to see your brother after such a long time

Parking in the front of the house, you got out and unlocked the front door with your spare key, coming in with a big smile... But after calling out to Tricky and searching around the entire house you realized he wasn't home

Deciding to go in a search for your brother, you left and began you mission, driving around all of the places you could think he'd be

You noticed Nevada looked more hellish than before as you walked to the back of a broken looking building, desperate to find the clown you missed so much

But you met with your worst fear....

Your brother, Tricky, laid bloodied on the ground, motionless......

No shaking....

No twitching...

N̵͉̍̀̄̍̄̄͌͝ ̸͎͗̽̓̑͋́̋͠͝͝Õ̶̦̰̫̖͋̀̈́̈́͝ͅ ̵͍͕̗̯̯̮͍̈́͂̉̀̀̿͘̚T̸̡̼̘͕̿͜ ̵̝̩͕̓̾͂̅̚H̵͕͓̞̋̀ͅ ̴̨̥̙̗̯͓̈́̆͗̚͜͝I̵̠̼̮͇̪͕̟̓ ̴̢̤̰̱̦̪͙̦̤̾̉̀͗̒̇̆̓͜N̵̨̨̙̣͈̟̠̣̭̓̓̿͌̍͗ ̷̧̲͚̫̫͚͍̣̩̼̎͛̏͆̑̊̂͘͝G̴̲̝̋̌͋̌̀͝

You ran over to his body, kneeling down, you hoisted him up in your arms

"Tricky?! Tricky, bro, please wake up!"

No response, dread grew at your heart, realizing he'd even gotten worse since last you saw him "T-Tricky please! You know I hate these types of pranks!!" You shook him lightly, still no response

"BRO! HOFNARR!!" You yelled, a waterfall falling from your eyes as you sobbed, hugging your brother close to your chest

"... Tricky.... Don't leave me... P-please.... You promised- you CLOWN promise me you would survive.. you should know better than anyone that you can't break a clown promise, ever..." You weep

"... how is this even possible..?" Suddenly you heard gun shots in the distance, making you jump

Looking over where the sounds came from, you saw a giant black shadow with red eyes in the distance....

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[ibiitsu]

Reki [sk8] x short goth m! reader

Ice skating [06/06/2021]

Requested by @pigeonwithbigdreams :)

Warning(s): not proofread

hcs and scenarios of reki catching short tiny goth reader boyfriend rollerblading or ice skating. Y/n absolutely refuses to skateboard, but is lowkey really good at blading/skating.

A/n: it’s kinda confusing buts it’s basically a mix between head cannons and scenarios. I was just too lazy to write whole paragraphs for some parts so yea :/ I didn’t really like it so I’ll probably rewrite it sometimes but I hope ya enjoy

- y/n has never touched a skateboard in his life and probably won’t ever

- He absolutely loves watching Reki skate although always gets worried when he would fall :((

- At this point, Reki loves falling down in front of you. He may sacrifice trying to look cool but it’s worth it for all the kisses and hugs that you give him afterwards

- After accidentally falling down on top of y/n (and squashing him in the process) Reki showered y/n with hugs before asking him to try skateboarding the ruining the moment

“WOAH- y/n y/n ARE YOU OKAY?!? I’M SORRY, HERE LET ME GIVE YOU HUGS” Reki quickly leapt off Y/n and panicky started shaking him before pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“... you just killed me twice myribsaredyinghelp” The shorter male panicked and flapped his arms in a futile attempt to save his life before slowly accepting it.

“Y/N NOOO DON’T LEAVE MEE” Reki sobbed and carefully laid y/n’s body down. “...btw you should try skateboarding”

Y/n turned his head towards Reki before questioning him, “...why is that the one thing you say when I’m on the brink of death. And no.”

“Pleaseeee”

“No.”

“Just once?”

“No.”

“Just do it for meee... please?”

“No. <3”

“H-huh?!? I- How- Howjshwudb How did you say that?!?” Reki stuttered in shock and looked at y/n in amazement. Y/n shook his head and laughed mysteriously as he reattached some chains that had slipped off.

“A magician never tells his secrets. And also, for ruining my hair, you have to take me to the skating rink next week for a date.”

“Skating rink?”

“You’ll se- Hey! Stop patting my hair!”

————

- Reki was pretty nervous when he came to the skating rink as it was quite empty (and kinda confused since you didn’t like to skateboard)

- He was definitely surprised when y/n dragged him onto the ice with ease while he struggled to maintain his balance

After Reki fell for the 5th time in the last minute, y/n decided to give up on him and ushered Reki to the sidelines.

“I can’t believe that you’re better than me at this, you can’t even skate!” Reki pouted, rubbing his sore back.

“Woww, is that jealousy I hear? Hmm? Also, I never said that I couldn’t ice skate.” Y/n chuckled at Reki as he gracefully glided across the ice, reaching the other side in a matter of seconds before returning to Reki.

“Course not! I’m just surprised that you could ice skate but wouldn’t even touch a skateboard!” Reki huffed as he added, “it’s really amazing how you can move so easily though.”

“Hah. The real show hasn’t even begun yet. Just sit back and enjoy.” Y/n said dramatically as his chains clinked together at the rhythm of his skates. His bold eyeshadow stood out against the white ice and his chains sparkled. Y/n picked up speed, his necklace moving to the side as he bent his knees, getting ready for a spin. Pulling his arms closer to his body, t/n gained speed, twirling quickly. His rings clicked together as he rose his arms up towards the glass roof.

Reki watched in amazement as y/n jumped up, landing down gracefully before dragging out a leg into another spin. Again and again, tricks came after one another transiting smoothly and effortlessly. It was like dancing. Y/n flowed through the spins and jumps, occasionally nearing Reki to smile at him softly. He looked so free and happy, as if all the care in the world was gone. Reki’s eyes sparkled and his heart thumped quickly in his chest

It was like the thrill of skateboarding, except it was graceful and gentle. Unlike skateboarding when he had to worry about people’s safety, watching y/n skating was delightful. Reki followed y/n’s every move and was captivated by everything. From the clinks of the skates, the shine of y/n accessories spinning around to how elegant y/n looked.

At last, y/n stopped, breathing heavily and he glided towards his charmed boyfriend. He sat down on a bench, catching his breath as he stared at Reki, whose eyes were still filled with sparkles.

“...so, what do you think?” Y/n glanced at Reki before grabbing his bottle and chugging all the water.

“...that. was. so. COOL!” Reki yelled in happiness and he picked up the smaller male, twirling him around as they spun in circles.

“Please- no- Idontwanttodieagai-“ y/n gasped for air, flopping like a dying fish. Reki slowed his actions before resorting to shaking his boyfriend’s shoulder energetically. “YOU’RE AMAZING. YOU HAVE TO SHOW THE OTHERS WOWOWOW! How are you so good?!?”

“I used to do figure skating when I was really young but I stopped when I moved here. Only because there weren’t any ice rinks. This is probably the first time I’ve skated in ages.” Y/n smiled softly at Reki as he continued rambling on about how good he was. As Reki talked, y/n lay on his shoulder, enjoying his voice in the empty ice rink, twisting his rings. He was exhausted from all the movements and leaning on Reki only made him more relaxed.

A little rest won’t hurt...

Matter a few minutes, Reki quietened down and glanced at his sleeping boyfriend. He gently lay him on the bench and cleaned up the mess around them. Picking the smaller male up with ease, they headed home, Reki still thinking about y/n’s ice skating.

Anddd done. I prob have some mistakes so lmk but I hope ya enjoyed it :)

Have a good day/night *\(^o^)/*

[johnnyvalance]

GUYS YOU DONT FUCKINGG UNDERSTANDDDDDD IT WAS SO GOOOD 😭😭😭😭😭

like right off the bat the staging is so so so clever??? its in the round which obviously is so hard and it was pulled off PERFECTLY i understood everything and im sure the other side did too

its like so crazy immersive lolll… like the performers kinda walk around and interact with the audience sometimes

one of the cabaret girls gave her hat to the table next to me!

wilkommen irl was SURREAL seeing the lights up and the beginning singing uhhhshhshsnsndnndnfndns

i had a huge number of understudies ! (like the understudy slip was as long as the playbill basically) including emcee and sally!! marty as emcee KILLED IN ANDNSNDJSJJDJDKSJDJ

wilkommen had a lot of fun ad libs (on “life is disappointing?” he pointed at a guy in the audience and said “THIS GUY KNOWS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!” and started cackling and on “oh, you don’t believe me?” he pointed at another guy and said “yes, you! you specifically!”

emcee sat in a chair and was vibing in dont tell mama heehee

ough fraulein schneider….. i loved her sm. she had such good chemistry with herr schultz and i can’t get over them.

MEIN HERR WAS SO CREEPY AND IDK WHYYY IT SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF MEEE

i loved emcee’s different outfits!! the money and TBTM costume WAS SO DCSRY AND I LOVED IT

speaking of TBTM… terrifying. Wow. holy shit

the nazi reveal was so. Omg. like ik it was coming but it still shocked me..

started crying during if you could see her

HIS I DONT CARE MUCH OUGH 😭😭😭😭 HE WAS SO SOS SOSOSOODJFBSHFNSJNDNAJSJDNSN

ayla’s cabaret was so creepy and so good holy shit. i don’t know even how to describe it but she moved a lot and used her hands and she killed it. im so happy i saw her and marty

near the end, all the glamorous outfits and makeup and wigs and replaced with bare faces, natural hair, and plain brown suits and i thought that was such a good touch. emcee’s especially stood out to me because he had a clean blonde short haircut (which at least to me represented him being “aryan” which was so so so smart)

THE CUP DMASHING SCENE HOLY FUCK. basically emcee placed a cup in the middle of the stage and stepped on it, and there was a large crash and blackout. when the lights came up a lot of tiny slices of paper were raining down. this was herr shultz’s shop having a stone thrown through the window (rising antisemitism+nazi progroms) BUT ALSO breaking a glass is done at jewish weddings. Such a smart scene. esp because it was when they were talking about their reservations getting married

overall i loved it im a whole new person changed my life. probably one of my favorite shows ive seen ever. i need to see it again and if any of u are gonna be in ny please see cabaret i beg 🙏

cabaret infodump gone to the void fml

[depressedacadamia]

Lightweight

Summary: Will Solace can’t realy hold his alcohol but Nico doesn’t really mind.

A/N: 2 fics in one week? Oh my gods, who is this writer and what have they done with Persephone? Enjoyy yall- I really enjoyed writing this one!  

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“Hands off sunshine!” Nico warned as he held the bottle of vodka above his head, his arms outstretched.

“Give meee!” Will cried, his hand sloppily hitting Nico’s arm. The summer air was warm and Nico could feel the thin layer of sweat on his forehead- considering he had to stay in his tiptoes to hold the bottle above Will.

“Will, you didn’t even drink that much! How are you so drunk?”

“You don’t love me! Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you, ya little drunk shithead. You are totally wasted, no matter how many times you will doubt it,” Nico sighed, throwing Will’s arms over his shoulders in a vain attempt to carry him back to Cabin 7.

Will gave one long blink. Then another. “ Where are we going?”

“To your cabin. I’d shadow travel but I've seen a regular person’s reaction to that, I don’t want to see what chaos would come out of shadow travelling a hot drunken mess.”

“Did you just call me a mess?” Will pouted.

“Yes but I called you a hot mess. Focus on that part. It was mostly a compliment.”

“You’re sooo mean to meee. Do you even love me?”

“Yes I love you, stop being so heavy and carry your own legs please.” Nico shifted his back under the weight of his boyfriend's entire body and tried to manage a few steps- they would have been easy if his boyfriend wasn’t so damn fit and if he himself wasn’t slightly inebriated.

“Ni-” Will hiccuped. “-Co!”

“Yes?”

“Do you love me?”

Nico sighed again, slightly frustrated by the constant question. “Yes I love you, ask again and the answer may vary.”

“Phi Phi is so much nicer than you,” Will grumbled, his head leaning into the crook of Nico’s neck. Nico could smell the twinge of alcohol in Will’s breath along with the regular smell of the spearmint gum he would always be chewing.

“Phi Phi?” Nico snorted. “ Who in the name of God is that?”

“Your stepma! Phi Phi! She gave me so many nice flowers last time we visited!” Will paused before giving Nico an innocent look of disapproval. “ Do you not remember Phi Phii?”

Will accidentally dragged out the last ‘ee’ syllable in the word ‘phi phi’ making it sound like he was a 3 year old trying to read for the first time. Nico almost shivered at the mention of his stepmother; the last time he checked, she still had at least 157 variations of dandelions that she could turn him into the second he did anything going against her liking- afterall, she may have been the Goddess of the Spring but she was still the Queen of the Underworld.

“Yes, of course I remember Phi Phi.” He lowered his voice as he muttered the next few words under his breath to prevent them from being heard. “ How could I forget her and her stupid dandelions?”

“Phee Pheeee!”

“What about Phi Phi?”

Will paused for a few seconds. He tilted his head looking at Nico. “ Do you love me?”

Nico, awfully frustrated, decided to not answer the question honestly. “ No, I do not love you right now. Drunk you is a mess whom not only subject hops but also cannot walk coordinately.”

Nico did not think Will would take anything he said seriously but to his horror he was greatly mistaken. Will’s slow and steady breathing quickly became a rapid torrent of quick and unsteady breathing. Nico had thought that he was just mucking about but then he felt warm tears stain his shirt.

Tears streamed down Will’s flushed face, his freckles were almost invisible as the tears continued running down his face like a current. His chest racked with sobs and he pulled away from Nico and collapsed on the ground. He buried his head in his hands and let his heart beat harder with every cry that left his lips.

Nico watched, his mouth dropped. He had no idea what he had done or how to make it better. He reached out, trying to console the drunk and overly emotional Will but instead found himself feeling guilt beyond any he had ever felt before.

“Will?” He whispered. “ Will? You’re drunk. I was just joking, I didn’t mean anything I just said.”

Will's loud sobs started to slowly quieten down but the tears still freely ran across his face. He glanced upwards at Nico, his eyes rimmed red. His bottom lip wobbled and his eyes were wet.

“But.. but you said that you don’t love me…”

“I was joking. I was lying. I do love you. Only you.”

Nico plopped himself beside Will and shuffled himself closer, awkwardly. He tried to wrap one of his arms around Will but he found it to be too short and only barely touched Will’s other shoulder. So instead, he settled for rubbing soothing circles on Will’s back, calming him and forcing him to breathe slower.

“How do I know you are not lying to me now?” Will’s eyes were innocent and once again brimming with tears. “I always worry that you're just lying to me and then one day you’re going to just go poof and stupid me will be all sad.”

Nico thought he could feel his own eyes stinging- was this how Will really felt? Was Nico that bad a boyfriend that Will felt that every word, every kiss, every moment was a lie? Or did Will just consider himself so unloveable that every good thing that ever happened to him was just temporary or fake?

Nico glanced at the blonde eyelashes that were clad together with tears.

What happens inside that gorgeous head of yours, Solace?

“I love you William Andrew Solace. I choose you. You’re my significant other, significant annoyance- whatever you want to call it. And if I ever disappear, you’re sure as hell coming with me.”

Will wrapped his arms tightly and unexpectedly around Nico’s waist- causing Nico to be pushed onto his back while Will snuggled into his abdomen. Nico could feel his t-shirt stick to him due to the tears from Will’s face.

“I love you soooo much,” Will murmured into Nico’s stomach. Nico could feel his breathing hitch at the words. Nico kissed Will- light and innocent. That's what the kiss meant. He could taste the salty tears on Will’s lips and the bitter aftertaste of the vodka on his tongue. The kiss was quick, chaste and it may have not satisfied Will’s desire but it made him feel safe.

And to both of them, that’s all that mattered.

Will awoke the next morning with several life regrets but none as strong as the stupid amount of alcohol he had decided to consume the previous day or night. He could barely remember anything- let alone figure out where in the name of Zeus he was. The cabin seemed dreary but at the same time it was beautiful. It was dark and light and terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.

Wait. What Cabin was this? Whose Cabin was this? He didn’t think there was any Cabin that was so roomy with such a lack of accommodation. He almost felt like he was in a Cabin for a child of the Big Three- He remembered the one time he had taken a glimpse of the Poseidon Cabin and he remembered it to be huge- something he deeply envied Percy for.

It was only until Will noticed the black clad figure kneeling beside him that he realised where exactly he was. Beautifully tousled hair, gorgeous lips and eyes that one could get lost in forever- he only knew one person with features so defining. The question was, what on earth was he doing in Cabin 13?

Cabin 13- His boyfriend's cabin. Immediately, Will scrambled upwards. He looked Nico straight in the eye and tried to recall to what extent he embarrassed himself as a drunken idiot last night.

“How bad was it?”

“Shall I sugar coat it or give it to you straight?”

Will managed to squeak out, “Give it to me straight.”

“You tried to get into my pants and talked about how hot you thought I was.” Nico shrugged nonchalantly.

Will blanched and he immediately wished that had asked for the sugar coated version. He heard Nico laughing and he could feel his nerves both calm down and panic at the same time. Nico’s laugh was calming and beautiful and warm and made him feel all fuzzy like he was under a fluffy blanket. But he worried for what reason Nico was laughing.

“Calm down sunshine. I was joking- you should have known that I wouldn’t have been able to give it to you straight. You just asked dumb questions and cried a bit.”

“I cried?”

“It’s not a big deal.” Nico batted his hand. Will collapsed back onto the bed with an ‘ow’ and groaned something unintelligible about it being ‘too early in the morning for this’.

“It’s actually 1 in the afternoon but to each their own I guess.”

Will wanted to shout WHAT but he did not want to rack his head with an already painful headache so he instead settled for dropping his jaw.

“Close your mouth sunshine unless you plan on using it,” Nico mumbled. Will felt his jaw drop further before he snapped it back and swore internally. He made a mental note to never have a hangover near Nico because he would use it to his advantage.

“So why exactly did I cry yesterday?” Will asked as he sipped from the glass of water that had been placed at the bedside by, he could only assume, Nico. Will noticed that when asked that question, Nico tensed, his hands digging slightly into his jeans.

The corner of Will’s lips tilted upwards. “ What did you say?”

“What makes you think I said anything? Drunk you is a crybaby and you know it,” Nico huffed defensively, refusing to meet Will's eye.

“Yeah but you’re acting guilty.”

“What if I killed some boring skeleton zombie this morning and I’m only now mourning their already dead body?”

“Spare me the dark and frankly dry humour,” Will deadpanned, excited to hear the cause of his outburst yesterday.

Nico mumbled something under his breath, all while looking away from Will.

“What?”

“I said,'' Nico took a deep breath. “That I didn't love you-”

“-What?”

“But it was a joke!”

Will could feel his stomach churning and he couldn't tell if it was from the hangover or the current situation. He managed to resist a gag. “How is that a joke?”

Will’s voice was so hoarse and weak, Nico thought that he was going to break into tears all over again and he knew that if that happened, he would end up with tears flooding his own face.

“It’s because, well, drunk you kept on asking Do you love me and of course I do but drunk you is just so heavy and you kept on asking and so I of course gave a sarcastic quip and you just burst into tears and..”

Will stared at Nico and for a second, Nico was terrified that he had really blown it.He watched as his boyfriend buried his face into his hands and began shaking. His back was shivering and Nico could hear little whimpers.

“Fuck.” Nico had subconsciously let the profanity pass through his lips.

Will, suddenly, threw his head back and his laugh echoed around the empty Cabin 13. Nico felt stuned. Was he laughing in rage? Should he run?

“Will. I am so so sorry. I swear, it was a joke. I love you, I chose you William Andrew Solace. I’ll do it again and again.”

“You,” Will wheezed. “ Idiot! Did you really get so worked up over drunk me being dramatic? I was being hyperbolic!”

Nico tilted his head ever so slightly but his ravenous locks still fell over his eyes however he didn’t seem to mind as he made no effort to move it from his sight.

“So… you aren’t mad?”

“I mean I won’t reject any special treatment if you were thinking of offering as a way of showing your sorrow,” Will teased.

“Shut it.” Nico pouted. “ Do I not get a dramatic love confession? I gave you two.”

Will raised his eyebrow and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. “ If I can count correctly, and I can, I only recall one dramatic love confession.”

“You were too drunk to remember the first one.”

Will let out a groan before softly smiling.”I love you. I choose you, Nicolo Di Angelo.”

“Don’t call me Nicolo!”