#i did this when i was bored in trig class

[bellysoupset]

Could you do another seizure one with Vince teaching his senior class? Maybe he goes to get up from his desk and drops something which alerts the students that something is wrong right before it happens and one of them rush to get Max. I was thinking it could hit Max in the feels a bit considering he's developing feelings for the guy. Vomit included please.

If you don't want to do a seizure, maybe a faint instead. I was just thinking seizure since he's already had two.

Please!

Hi darling! I know you requested a seizure before, but I tend to avoid those, because in my head they signify something more serious or an underlying condition!

But.... You said fainting is alright? So let's go!

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There were new episodes of Wendy's favorite sitcom, so Vince had slept late since they were watching it together at distance. It was well past midnight when his overenergized bunny of a girlfriend started yawning and Vince was out like a lamp not even thirty seconds after they hung up the call.

So it was to no surprise when he slept in. He knew for a fact he had woken up with his alarm, because it showed it had been disabled, but he didn't remember doing it. Whatever, he was so late he had only time to brush his teeth, put some deodorant on and change into the first set of clothing he found.

"Oh, cute, you guys are sharing clothes now?" Sophia said in that mean tone of hers, that caused Vince to reflexive frown. He hadn't had time to eat during morning and was forced to use his lunch to prepare for the other classes - something he should've done the night before - so now he was feeling more than a little queasy.

"What?" Vince glared at her, as the rest of her classmates started to get in and settle in their place.

"Your outfit, pookie," Sophia's smile was huge in her face and Vince glanced down, only then realizing he was wearing Luke's tshirt. It was definitely tighter than one of his would've been and it had a pinup girl on the black fabric, with goth makeup on and holding a cigarette where the smoke turned into a skull.

"Ah," Vince whined, "I didn't have time to check..." how did his sister even know this was Luke's was beyond him, "go sit down."

He had one more class after Soph's and then he could go home and lie in bed until the weird woozy feeling vanished.

They were talking about the World War II and normally Vince would spend half the class doing a presentation on the topic and then spend the rest of it debating, he was proud of having an engaging class, no matter how much the students thought History was boring.

Today, though, he was feeling increasingly dizzy and his mouth kept filling up with bitter, thick saliva that he didn't seem quick enough to swallow, so Vince let go of his pride and put on Jojo Rabbit, a movie he thought they'd enjoy, and asked them to write an essay on it.

"If we don't finish it during the class I'll make it available online and-" he swallowed against the weird pressure in his throat. It wasn't exactly nausea, but it sure as hell wasn't pleasant. There were a bunch of colorful little dots, like glitter, shining over the student's heads, "and you can finish it at home. I want a thousand words on nationalism and how it's displayed in the movie..." this was easy enough, right? Vince rubbed at his temples, trying to string together what else he needed to tell them, "it's due next week-"

"Next week!" A girl cried out, "Mr. Monacelli, there's no time to do it for next week-"

Oh please, Vince frowned, gulping down what now was definitely nausea. He breathed slowly through his mouth, "What do you guys have next week?"

"Trig exam," a boy that Vince actually thought was a great student, Chris, answered, "can't it be for next next week?"

Whatever you guys want, was what Vince thought, but in reality he just nodded stiffly, "alright, but then I don't want anyone not delivering and saying they-" he braced slightly against his desk, "they didn't have the time. We got a deal?"

There was a general murmur of agreement and he sat back down, "Maggie, hit the lights, please?" he requested the girl sitting right next to the light switch, then pressed play in his laptop.

Movie days were the kid's favorite, as they hurdled together in their little cliques and started chuckling along the picture. Vince glanced up, seeing Sophia squeezed between two girls, with her head leaning on the shoulder of one of them. He couldn't care less about them pushing their chairs together and the cuddling, that was not his business.

Vince stared at the little clock in the corner of his desktop, watching the minutes tick away. The A/C wasn't turned on, it was a chilly day, but the classroom was warm with so many people inside of it, yet Vince was easily freezing.

He rubbed his hands together, shoving them in his armpits and leaning back in his chair. Vince was nearly drifting off, when suddenly there was a knock in his door, startling most of his students.

He paused the movie, standing up and immediately regretted it. The whole room turned around him and Vince braced against his desk, taking shallow breaths through his mouth. The room was already dark to begin with, but there were bigger black spots in his vision... He squeezed his eyes shut and gulped down when his stomach flipped, vomit rushing up his throat.

He swallowed convulsively, there was no way he was going to puke in front of his students.

Someone was talking with him, a cacophony of noises and Mr. Monacelli spoken over each other...

Vin's knees gave up and he crumbled down.

He was out for just a minute, because when he opened his eyes again, the classroom was lit up, but his students were still there. Looking at him with huge, scared eyes.

Vin was flat on his back on the ground and he didn't dare moving, his head still felt stuffed with cotton and his mouth had that watery consistency of when he was about to throw up.

"Out, c'mon, everyone out. Go to the chem classroom and don't touch anything before I get there, I'm serious," Max's voice and Vince blinked, trying to find the blonde in the middle of the crowd. Freaking midget.

Slowly the room started to empty out as the teacher shepherd the kids away and Vince was left alone, with only Daniels and-

"What's wrong with you?" Sophia's voice had that whiny tone, as if she was about to cry, "Vin?"

"I'm- I'm okay..." Vince lied, but still didn't move. He wasn't feeling well at all and he knew if he tried to sit up, he was going to throw up on her lap, "go- go to class."

"No! I don't wanna-"

"You heard him, Soph," Max's voice was impossibly gentle, a tone Vince wasn't sure he had heard before, "go to class, I'm going to get him to the infirmary."

"He looks so pale..." Sophia whined, reaching without thinking to cup Vince's face.

He sighed, his sister wasn't the touchy type, so this brief touch meant she was worried as hell. Vince gulped down, "I'm okay, bambi. Go to class."

He only used this nickname with Livia nowadays, had stopped using it with Sophia years ago, but she melted immediately as he said it. She nodded, still pouting.

"I'm telling mamma."

"No, don't do-"

"I'm telling mamma!" Sophia hissed, not leaving any room for him to argue, "and you better really go to the infirmary," happy with her veredict, she got up and stomped out of the room.

No sooner she was out, Max let out a small amused huff, "she's worried."

"She's gonna cause our mother to be hysterical," Vince groaned, accepting Max's outstretched had and slowly sitting up against the wall. He didn't dare standing up, taking measured breaths as his head spun.

"What happened?" Max asked, eyeing him weirdly and Vince gulped down.

He couldn't answer, the nausea from before was catching up quickly and he didn't seem able to swallow quick enough.

"Vince," Max's voice gentle, but firm and a little exasperated, "you're a little green around the gills, are you gonna hurl?"

Vince wanted to say no, but he couldn't. He gave the other man a minimal nod and heard as Max cursed, lurching over Vince in order to grab the paper waste basket under his desk and shoving it in front of the man.

Vin grabbed it, white knuckling the edge and holding it up to his chin, but still fighting valiantly. He let out a little gag and leaned forward, grimacing as he felt Max grabbing his shoulder and holding him up.

He spat the thick saliva inside the bin, panting for air and feeling his head spin... Max pushed his curls back, tsking unhappily under his breath as he asked, "you got a hair tie? Your lion mane is in the way-" he clearly didn't expect an answer, removing his own hair tie in order to pull Vince's hair into a flimsy ponytail.

Vince coughed once more, this time managing to bring up a deep belch that felt like he had been pushed in the stomach, but nothing more. He sighed, lowering the bin slightly, "won't come up."

"Do you even have anything to come up?" Max frowned, moving so he was in front of Vince once more, "I didn't see you in the cafeteria today."

"You were-" Vince breathed in, forcing up another tiny burp, "you were looking?"

Max's concerned expression immediately turned into a frown, his whole face turning red, "No, I just paid attenti-"

"Relax," Vin interrupted him, closing his eyes and breathing in and out measuredly, "I'm just messing with you," he opened his eyes once more and forced a small smile, "can you help me to the infirmary?" he didn't like that he needed help, but Vince was being realistic. Even sitting down it still felt like the room was spinning.

"Yeah, of course-" Max wrapped an arm around his waist and Vince threw an arm around his shoulder, but the blonde let out a grunt as he pulled them both up, "fuuck you're heavy-"

"Muscle... Muscle is heavy," Vince stumbled, nearly falling and slumping against the blonde. They both wavered, but Max dug his heels, keeping him upright.

"It's like holding up a fridge," Max scoffed under his breath, causing Vin to smile.

Slowly they made their track down the hallway to the infirmary and the deja vú was not lost on Vince. He would've been more amused by it if the black spots weren't back and he wasn't struggling to put a foot in front of the other.

"Vince," Max patted his cheek lightly, "Monacelli, hey, look at me. Vince!"

Vin frowned, blinking a bunch of times to situate himself. He was now standing right in front of the infirmary's door, still held up by Daniels only.

"Why did we stop?"

"Your knees were buckling, you were going out on me," Daniels was glaring at him and Vince let out a chuckle as the expression reminded him of Jonah. The blonde's chocolate eyes squinted at him, "what's funny?"

"Nothing," Vince rubbed his face, trying to stand up straight, "you remind me of one of my friends, that's all."

"Uhm," Max didn't look convinced, but he shrugged after a minute, "a handsome friend?" he kept a hand on Vince's shoulder, while stretching out to knock on the infirmary door with the other one.

"Oh yeah, total pretty boy," Vince answered, leaning back against the lockers and breathing slowly as his head swam.

The next thing he knew, the school nurse was fussing over him and Max was complaining about his size once more, as they stumbled inside the small room and Vince was forced to crawl on the stretcher that was frankly ridiculously small for him.

"You look like a moose lying in a doll crib," Max voiced exactly what Vince was thinking, since his feet were dangling out of the stretcher and Vince had heard very clearly the thing creak under his weight, "you're sure this thing is not gonna crumble under him, Doyle?"

Mrs. Doyle looked horribly offended at Max's nonchalant address of her. She wrinkled her nose, in distaste and Vince buried his face in the flimsy, barely there, pillow, as he heard the woman say, "it can handle big people, Mr. Daniels. Don't you have anywhere to be? Vincenzo, who should I call?"

No one, Vince thought, letting out a groan. His mother would freak out and he wasn't sure he could deal with her energy at the moment. His dad was probably at work right now.

"I'll drive him, I just need to wrap up my class," Max's tone was gleeful and Vince opened an eye to look at him. The blonde was smiling smugly as he walked to the stretcher, "just how fast the tables turn, uh?" he crouched down to be at Vince's eye level, "I think Doyle just called you fat."

"I'm not fat, I'm big," Vince glared at him, "and fluffy."

Max's nostrils flared as he breathed in, amused, and patted Vin's arm, "yeah yeah, big and fluffy. Don't go anywhere, I'll come collect you in half an hour."

"Okay..." Vince closed his eyes once more and let out a small moan as it felt like the stretcher was going from one side to the other, like a hammock. The movement was starting to make him motion sick, but before the nausea could make itself known, he drifted off once more.

[hylianengineer]

I saw another post debating whether kids should have access to the adult secrion of the library (the answer is yes), and in response I present this list of 'adult' books I took a random interest in at the age of twelve or thirteen

Physics for dummies

String theory for dummies

Quantum physics for dummies

Calculus for dummies (because there was calc in the quantum physics book)

Trigonometry for dummies (because I needed it as background info for the calculus)

Parents beware: given unrestricted library access, your child may attempt to learn calculus as a result of a special interest in theoretical physics - or chase some other special interest into the depths of the grown-up nonfiction section. I did not actually understand the calculus, or the trig either, and eventually got bored and gave up, but I did have fun with it for a while. And when I got to the point of being able to take classes in physics, trig, and calc, I wasn't scared of them.

[aorish]

I do think english classes have some merit as a waste basket taxon (grammar, essay writing, media literacy, etc) that serve some actual function underneath the “high lit” bs, but it is funny how seriously people defend it. Shakespeare was mandatory in my curriculum, which I loved because I like Shakespeare. But objectively it was silly. Like a big game. You might as well make Spielberg or Tarantino mandatory. Honestly most of pre-uni school looking back felt like a game. Even most math classes consisted of “spend this class solving a sheet of differentials”. like the sunday paper puzzles. Undergrad is still bs mostly, but more boring bureaucratic bs, at least in my opinion. Seems like grad programs are where real education happens, but i could be wrong.

Yeah, I think we just as easily could have been watching classic movies and writing essays about them rather than reading books. Which I guess we also did do occasionally (watched the 1995 remake of Richard III set in the 20th century in English class, would highly recommend!) but it wasn't the focal point of the curriculum. And yeah that tracks my experience on math and science too; i didn't really learn anything beyond arithmetic and basic algebra/trig that was worth knowing until college outside of maybe a few times in AP classes. probably if i hadn't learned any of it at all in college I wouldn't have been much worse off though?

But it's probably necessary that I was doing something to train my brain how to learn things during the first 13 years of school. I kinda think education through high school is kinda like this xkcd on a broader scale:

I would believe that none of the base facts that you learn in school are retained very well, and it's concerning when people talk like it's a load-bearing element of society that people remember how their government works or what happened in history, because I think the vast majority of people don't remember any of that well enough for it to matter. We need to figure out another way to solve that problem.

And so the focus should be on teaching you those "wastebasket" skills through some method or other, in a sense that goal of the curriculum is functioning as designed I guess in the same way that texting helps you become a better writer and playing with baseballs would make you a better baseball player even if you're not playing baseball.

But being exposed to books that are enjoyable and worth reading and going through the motions of analyzing them would ideally make you read more books and also apply those same skills to visual art and movies. If you come away from that experience absolutely loathing the very idea of analyzing a piece of media then it's hard to argue that it was worth it even if it does teach you other base skills. I guess it's a bit like A Mathematician's Apology but for litcrit; if we're making you hate the thing itself in the process of giving you those other skills, we ought to figure out how to do it better.

[schrodingerkilledmycat]

okay okay okay it's time for the work in progress comprehensive autism special interest list and the ages at which they happened. very much for my own records but like, feel free to read and be like "wtf" if you want. tldr how did nobody pick up the autism

memorised all metric prefixes for every scale of measurement up to / down to yocto and yotta when I was 9 (new prefixes were defined in 2022 yay they are ronna, quetta, ronto, quecto for 10e27, 10e30, 10e-27, 10e-30)

related to above: spent all my free time in year 4 looking at scale of the universe 2

spent all of high school telling everybody about how the time derivatives of position could be extended indefinitely and some of them have cool / stupid names like snap crackle and pop (which I also had memorised in order)

watched every vsauce video before bed every night for like 4 years straight, I must have seen each video at least 150 times by now

related to above: could recite vsauce video scripts and knew exactly what music was playing in the background at any given time in one of his videos

related to above above: made myself cry thinking about Big Theta ™️ in his video on infinity because I was like holy shit inaccessible cardinals are so cool (I still cry every time)

decided I wanted to try an astrophysics project in year 6 because the class projects were too boring, and dedicated a weekend to learning all the required trigonometry (that is, the entire high school trig curriculum)

tried (and failed) to solve navier stokes in year 5, turns out you probably need calculus for that

parents took me (toddler) to an observatory and insisted on paying full price for my ticket because they knew I would ask an absurd amount of questions

decided (as a toddler) I needed to become an astronaut so I could kick pluto back into the solar system

[noblehcart]

"Oh, so you just entirely skipped high school." That did not bode well considering that she could only imagine the school curriculum only getting more advanced in the future and the fact that he just...skipped ahead forewarned that he'd completely and utterly bored out of his mind here. She knew what the tweebs did when they got bored, but there was some consolation in that at least Pavel was mature enough to be an officer in what she was fairly certain was a military-esque service.

So hopefully he wouldn't get into trouble then. Hopefully if trouble didn't go looking for him.

"I'm sure you know, but...um, we're not quite as advanced as you guys." Was the careful hint. "You're probably going to be kinda bored with what we study. Trig, Calculus, Biology, Chemistry, History and English. There are advanced classes, called AP classes, if you want to try testing for those, but I don't know if it'd be anywhere close to challenging you."

By her guess it wouldn't be, but at least it wouldn't be quite so mind-numbing as the rest of the classes. "I have some regular classes mixed with some AP classes since I'm trying to get into an Ivy university so I can introduce you to some of the teachers. We also have some fun elective classes as well like woodworking, metal working, home ec and band."

Even still she bit back the obvious remark that it might not be good for him to settle in too much, considering they weren't sure how long he was going to even be there in her time period. Half of their hopes lied in that the Enterprise would be mounting some sort of rescue mission to get him back to the right timeline. "Is there anything you want to go over before starting your first day of high school? Are you good with your cover story?"

By now, Pavel would have assumed he was ready for just about anything the universe could have thrown at him. He's an officer on Starfleet's prized flagship, he has been through trial after trial to get him to where he was now—then—later?—and so something as simple as high school in America in the twenty-first century should not have been able to throw him for the loop it does.

—And yet, he was wholly unprepared for the shock to his system he would experience the moment the school's double doors swung open.

This high school feels more alien than some of the actual alien worlds the Enterprise has visited. For a moment, he is fourteen again, stepping off the shuttle as it docked in San Francisco, clumsily ordering the transporter to take him to Starfleet Academy. The people walk and talk and carry themselves differently and it's all foreign and new and this building is so small compared to the Academy grounds—the combined sensations make Pavel feel small as he steps into this strangely coloured hallway, displaced this time not only culturally, but temporally.

It almost doesn't look like it should be real.

This feels like one of those formative experiences most kids would have growing up that I skipped on my path to Starfleet.

"Right, that's what I said." He adjusts the strap of his backpack and attempts to give off the air that he absolutely belongs here and there's not something else going on beyond his cover story of Russian exchange student.

"There's still high school in the future. With my grades, I passed through it so quickly that I never went. I was assigned an"—Pavel makes a circular motion with his wrist, searching for the best word to describe her—"overseer? Whatever; I would check in with her and she would give me exams and then I was finished and going to university."

The system never had learned how to deal with rare cases like him.

He makes a motion with his hands to point out the entire building. "So this, no, I never did this. What do you study in high school here?"

[atsullia]

Congrats on 100 followers!!! I would like to request ftm reader x bokuto (romantic) that's some angst to fluff with an opposites attract scenario where the reader is pretty short, quiet, and academically successful where bokuto all popular and kinda just falls in love when reader helps him in class with work, but they get pushed a part with how fan girls crowd around bokuto, but the team help them get together.

「Letters」

Pairing : Bokuto Koutarou x Male reader

Warnings : Angst

The school bell rang and you were about to pack up your belongings into your school bag. The teacher asked you to not go home because she needed to talk to you about something. You were kind of nervous. Did you get in trouble?

After all the students left the class you went to the teacher's desk to ask what she wanted to talk about.

"I want to talk about a student who has been failing in my class," she said, "and I wanted to ask you to tutor him if you are not busy." You thought about it and asked her who the student you will be tutoring. "It's Bokuto Koutarou," she replied, "he really needs help from his grade. I doubt he could pass his third year."

You agreed to tutor him. It couldn't be that bad right?

Of course you knew who Bokuto Koutarou was, he is popular in your school because he is the captain of the boy's volleyball club. And the fact you could hear his fangirls talking about him when you walked through the halls. You never actually talked to him.

You weren’t really good at approaching people. You didn’t know when you should tutor him since your teacher never actually told you. You furrowed your brows and looked at the vending machine in front of you. You pick a drink and before you could leave you heard someone call your name.

"Hey! Are you L/N Y/N?"

You looked at the direction of the voice. You saw Bokuto waving and running towards you. You nodded. “I’m Bokuto Koutarou,” he introduced himself, “but I think (Teacher name) already told you.”

“Yeah..” you replied you didn’t know what to say next. “Oh and when are you not busy?” Bokuto asked, “like when are you going to help me study.”

“Maybe during the second break and afterschool,” you replied, “if you are not in practice.” Bokuto nodded at your answer and then asked you for your number if he needed help for school.

Then you waved goodbye to him.

of the classroom. “Hey..” you said. “Hey!” Bokuto said, “I don’t have volleyball practice today. So where do you want to study?”

“We can go to a public library,” you respond.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚.

You help him with the pronunciation of some English words and translate some words he didn’t know. The subject , Bokuto didn’t really understand Trigonometry, geometry, and just math.

At first it was hard to explain to him but you suffice. After a few more tutoring you saw changes in Bokuto grades. When you heard he got a 85 on his trig test you couldn’t stop grinning.

You were happy that all the tutoring sessions actually paid off. The next day when you were about to ask him if he finished homework you assigned him but a bunch of fangirls crowded around him for autograph or just to talk to him. What did you do? Walked away

You didn’t really want to approach him since his fangirls are kind of scary and you didn’t have the courage to talk to him with a crowd.

In the end of the day you were tired from the boring lectures and you just wanted to go home. While you were walking down the halls to hear someone talking about you.

“Do you think L/N san and Bokuto san are dating?”

“No, if I remember L/N san is just his tutor.”

“Ooh no wonder why he hung around with him,” the voice replied, “and that probably makes sense.”

“Yeah like who would like to hang out with a loner like L/N san.”

You could hear them giggle as they gossip about other things. You decided to take a different exit, wanting to avoid those girls. You went home dejected. You didn’t really have any friends. You never actually talk or befriend any of your classmates. Yeah they were right, why would anybody hang out around you?

After that incident you kind of avoided Bokuto. Well it's not like he will actually notice you walking around the halls. You were kind of like a ghost. Some people remember you and others just say “who?”

You would not be surprised if Bokuto stopped talking or texting to you. You stopped going to see Bokuto practice. Since your presence isn’t really necessary there.

+:‧₊ˑ 🎐

"Akaashi," Konoha whispered, "why is Bokuto sad?" Akaashi looked at Konoha and just shrugged. Akaashi was also confused. He gave Bokuto good sets but Bokuto was still sad. Even the managers tried to cheer him up but it didn’t work.

Now the only choice is to talk to him to find out what's wrong.

"Hey Bokuto!" Komu exclaimed.He took a deep breath before asking him a question. "So why are you sad?" He asked. Bokuto didn't answer Komi's question, he just let out a dejected sigh.

Now Komi looked at Konoha and Akaashi to help him. "Bokuto san," Akaashi approached Bokuto, " what's wrong?" But with no avail because Bokuto kept answering with a dejected sigh.

When the coach gave the team a break, they decided to pester Bokuto more about why he was sad. And the Bokuto finally decide to tell them why.

"Well.." Bokuto mumbled. The team was now paying attention for what he have to say. Konoha is preparing to facepalm already.

"Y/N san is avoiding me.." Bokuto continued. Konoha's facepalm hurt his nose. "Wait who is Y/N?" Komi asked.

"Bokuto san tutor," Akaashi replied.

“So you're sad that someone is ignoring you?” Konoha asked with a slight disappointment in his tone. Bokuto nodded.

“So what do we do in this situation?” Komi asked Konoha. Konoha just shrugged not knowing what to do. He looked at Akaashi for an answer. Akaashi also didn’t know what to do but if he knows that if you keep ignoring him Bokuto's mood would be more sad.

So they decided to meet you and find out the reason for you to ignore Bokuto. Yes you might be his tutor but your teacher said if you weren’t busy you can tutor him. You were busy with studying for your own test. That is most likely an excuse but you also need to prioritize your grades too.

The team was struggling to find you since you would disappear somewhere when break started.

*:･ﾟ✧

You were listening to Boy bi by Mad Tsai in the library. You stare at your sketchbook erasing the mistake you made. You were listening to music so you didn’t hear three students trying to talk to you.

“Uh guys,” Akaashi cleared his throat, “he couldn’t hear us because it looks like he is wearing earphones.” The two looked at you and realized the obvious earphone in your ear. Both of them let out a ‘Oooh.’

Konoha waved at your face. You looked at the three students who were staring at you. Were they staring at you the whole time? You stop your music and take off your earphones. “Hello,” you were overwhelmed by the three students glaring at you.

“Uh are you L/N Y/N?” Konoha asked. You nodded a yes to his question. “Uh we have a question,” Komi said. You signaled them to continue. “So Bokuto mentioned about you ignoring him,” Konoha stretched his head, “uh why are you ignoring him?”

You chuckled nervously not wanting to say something wrong, “Well I’m just busy..” you replied. “Oh okay,” Konoha said. Now the atmosphere was just awkward. None of them know what to say.

You just take your stuff and put it inside your bag then left.

“Uh, he left.”

“I know Komi,” Konoha replied, “we can see that.”

“Uh so what do we do now?” Komi asked. “Maybe we get them to talk to each other,” Akaashi suggested.

You got a letter about meeting someone back in the school afterschool. First you thought it was a prank but then if the letter is actually real you might hurt someone's feelings.

You went to the back of the school to see Bokuto. Was he the one who sent the letter. You flinched in Bokuto voice.

"Hey L/N!"

"Uh hi.." you responded back. He looked at you then at the letter in his hand. "Are you the person who wanted to meet me?" Bokuto asked. Now you were confused. Was this a prank? "Well uh someone also gave me a letter too," you replied.

"Really!" Bokuto exclaimed, "what a coincidence."

"Well since the person who gave us the note is late. What if we ditch the person and go to a café or something," Bokuto suggested.

"Okay," you responded. You felt his hand holding your hand as he dragged you. You felt your face started to head up when he held your hand.

.

.

When you both were walking to a café. Bokuto saw a cat cafe that was nearby so he suggested we go there. You agreed and had fun with him.

"Hey Y/N look!" Bokuto yelled. You looked at Bokuto who was holding a cat. "This cat reminds me of you," he said, "it has the same eye colour as you!"

You cover your mouth and giggle at Bokuto. Bokuto stopped and looked at you. "You know," he put the cat down, "your laugh is cute!"

You avoid eye contact with Bokuto. You were too flustered to respond to him. You two make a good pair no matter how different you two are.

You two decided to go home after finishing paying. You guys walked together home.

"I think we should hang out more," Bokuto said.

You smiled, "I think so too," you replied, "I really enjoyed today. My house is this way so goodbye!"

Bonus

"Looks like Bokuto got himself a boyfriend."

"I'm kind of glad," Komi replied, "L/N san can really get Bokuto out of his emo mode."

"They are quite different don't you think?" Konoha asked.

"Yeah," Akaashi replied, ""Well, opposites attract, I guess.”

[writingpuddle]

I feel like if someone was tutoring Neil in something he was interested in he’d be a chill person to tutor- engaged, or at least interested in appearing engaged so that the tutor will basically do his assignments for him. Work smarter, not harder kids

i think tutoring neil would depend on the subject and how interested he actually is. like we all know he's only in school for the exy and especially first year when he thinks he's going to die well before graduation his investment in schooling basically begins and ends with "get good enough grades to not be booted off the team."

so like. tutoring him in math would probably be fine. here's your homework problem, do you know how to start it? sure, okay, so this is a trig derivative, so next we're going to....? and you can kinda tell he's indifferent but he usually answers and it's boring but mostly painless and you probably do more of his homework than you should but listen you're like. an undergrad or grad student tutor youre not paid THAT much it's fine it's whatever.

but tutoring him in something he really doesn't care about? it's hell. hey neil, did you read the book for english? no, okay, did you read the summary? and he says yes and listen the kid has a poker face that could pass a polygraph test but youre ninety percent sure he is lying and uhhhh have you looked at the essay prompt? great okay, what are your thoughts. and neil's like. remind me what the prompt is. and you're five minutes into this hour long session and its already like pulling teeth trying to make this guy have a single opinion about this book he absolutely doesnt even know the basic plot of, and at what point do you just whip up sparknotes and just read him the summary for forty five minutes and the worst part is he doesnt even have the decency to PRETEND to be apologetic that he hasnt done the readings he just hasnt and you can already tell youre gonna be basically writing yet another useless jock's essay for him and god why do you even do this job anyway

tutoring andrew on the other hand, is just a nightmare. medicated he's full of mockery and flippancy and he refuses to meet in your usual booth at the library for unknown reasons but fine whatever you have class in the engineering building after anyway and it's closer to the spot he picked. and youve heard rumours that maybe this guy killed someone and you dont generally put much stock in them but he's grinning at you and it doesnt seem remotely friendly and you just desperately hope youre right about the murder rumours being an exaggeration but its getting harder and harder to believe yourself.

sober, you can barely even get the bastard to respond for half an hour then you get irritated and snap a question a little harder than usual and he gives you this flat murder glare that makes your stomach drop and then he starts reciting the textbook back at you and he will not stop for a solid fifteen minutes no matter how many times you try to interupt him. you contemplate dropping out of academia to go become a crab fisherman in northern alaska. it would seem almost peaceful by comparison. anything would be better than this.

[1-800-marvelswhore]

Smooth Like Butter

Genre>> smutty and kinda angsty(?)

Synopsis>> fucking with the college fuckboy never ends well.

Warnings>> fuckboy!jungkook, lowkey fuckgirl!reader, pwp, a match made from hell, jungkook is an asshole, reader is a bigger asshole tho, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m&f receiving), spit kink(mild), face fucking (f. receiving), face sitting (m. receiving), choking, Dom!Jk, Sub!Reader, college!au, unprotected sex(don't do it), marking, slapping, hair pulling, breast play, cum eating, slight! cum play. VERY SLIGHT! Breeding kink (blink & you'll miss it type), orgasm denial, strong language, degradation, alcohol implied (both parties are able to consent) Not a happy ending (yet)

Word Count>> 3.8k

MINORS DNI!!!!

Masterlist.

You never were into the whole, "enemies to lovers" trope. You found it cliche and not to mention overrated. You always thought that if 2 people hated each other- genuinely there'd be no sexual tension and claiming you hate someone just because you wanted to fuck them was childish to you. That's why you always found declaring enemies useless. Oh.. but there was one guy that came awfully close to sheathing that word on your behalf; Jeon Jungkook. The biggest fuckboy on campus. Granted, you were kind of a fuckgirl yourself, but unlike that guy you had standards.

You were in mathematics class doodling on the sides of your worksheet when you heard your name called by your teacher, "Y/n," you looked up at Professor Kim. "Please answer question #4." Now you were "relatively" smart when it came to math, so you didn't mind the pressure on you. You looked at your worksheet and saw it was a simple trig question.

"If AB = 113 and ACB = 45 degrees then , AC would just be 113, no? Especially given the fact that tangent is the length of the leg opposite to the angle length of the leg adjacent to the angle..." The whole class went silent, but of course that guy had to be the one to break the silence.

"Nerd!" He "coughed." Which caused scattered laughter in the classroom. You looked behind you and saw Jungkook with a shit-eating grin on his face to which you narrowed your eyes at him. You noticed he was manspreading and smirked.

"Hey baby dick, why're your legs open? You've got more than enough space for that 3-inch even with those tight ass pants." His grin fell off his face to which you felt a sense of victory. Did he really think because you were smart you were a nerd?? How foolish.

"Y/n! Great answer, but I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave the class." You shrugged, gave Jungkook the finger, and left the classroom. The bell was supposed to ring in 2 mins anyway so you didn't care.

"Hey tight shorts!" You heard behind you. You looked down at your attire and to be fair your shorts were kinda tight, but you continued walking to your next lecture. You were almost there when a hand wrapped around your forearm and shoved you against the nearest wall. You were about to talk when your lips were covered by a hand.

"Did you think you could speak to me that way and get away with it? Hm little one. Just who do you think you are?" You looked up and noticed it was Jungkook who cornered you like this. He was glaring at you and his nose was flared; seething not even 3 ft away from you.

"I think I'm Y/F/N Y/L/n thanks for asking. Could you move now?" You kept an emotionless face on, but inside your heart was beating so fast you were sure that he could hear it. In hindsight you never did realize just how good-looking Jungkook was. You never really cared, but having him in front of you so close that an inch could have your lips caressing made you start thinking.

He just smirked at your answer. "Y/n..." He tasted the name on his tongue before tonguing his cheek. "Look princess, I have a reputation to uphold," He leveled his lips with your ear, "And I can't have you or anyone for that matter disrespecting me any which way."

"I'm bored. Can I go now?" You faked a yawn. As far as acting goes you could definitely get an award for how good you were at putting on an unbothered facade. Truthfully? You were freaking the fuck out.

He smirked for the nth time and threw his hands up in mock surrender. Why you oughta punch him in his perfect face and give him something to smile about. "Feel free, little one. I'm not stopping you anymore." You rolled your eyes and shoved past him. Such a tool he was.

It was too late to go to your next lecture so you just decided to skip behind the bleachers to pass time. You enjoyed reading the classics; The Great Gatsby, Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, To Kill a Mockingbird, even Lord of the Rings. Some people thought you were a nerd because you had a love for books. Others thought you were a slut, but neither one of those things you considered an insult- why would you? Nobody knows who you are outside of school anyway.

"Now what do we have here?" You heard a voice say. You looked up and saw your brother Jimin smiling at you. Dude is always happy, but you loved him.

"Jimin what're you doing here?" You gave him a slight smile. You hadn't closed your book, still reading as you gave him your attention as well as your book. He knew when you read you gave the book in your hand your undivided attention so he didn't care too much for your half-assed attention. Jimin sat next to you and began playing with the tassels on his bag. A habit he picked up, you noticed.

"Well, you weren't in Eco so I figured you must be in your "skipping spot" which I see you are. Now that I've found you I'm here to tell you that mom and dad will be out of town so you know that means I'm throwing a party." He nudged you which made you look up- much to his surprise.

"Okay? What you need my permission?" You teased to which he threw his head back and laughed. He kissed your forehead and stood up.

"Of course not baby sis. Just informing you so you don't throw a tantrum when you see all the people in our house." He walked off and you finally closed your book.

You just hoped Jungkook wouldn't be there, but you knew life never went your way. At least you'd have your best friend, Isabela, if anything. She wasn't the "ideal" best friend, but you didn't have anyone else though so you dealt with it. You didn't care for her and she didn't care for you so you weren't sure you could define your relationship with her as friendship.

[Unknown]: Y/n??

[You]: Unknown person??

[Unknown]: aw, little one you wound me :(

At that nickname you knew who it was, but you decided to play clueless.

[You]: I'm still confused.

[Unknown]: so we're going to play this game? you know it's jungkook.

[You]: That name doesn't ring a bell.

[You]: How'd you even get my number?

[Unknown]: you should really treat me better... especially since I will be in your house in less than 5 hours ;)

[You]: How rather creepy of you. Can't recall when I asked though.

[Unknown]: ok little one. you'll see.

You scoffed at the last message and just shut your phone off. You had no more classes so you figured you'd just get ready for the party so you could get some reading in before it started. You figured you could get a ride home with Jimin so you called him.

"Hey baby sis what's up?" He answered cheerful as always.

"I was wondering if you can give me a ride home. I don't feel like taking transit." You whined.

"Um. I have to buy the drinks for the party with Tae but, I can ask Kookie to drive you?" He suggested.

"Who?" You blanked.

"You know Jungkook? Yeah him. He's gonna help set up for the party anyway so." You just groaned and hung up. A car ride with that guy? Yeah no way. You'd rather walk.

You walked into the campus parking lot and sighed. Contrary to what you had previously stated you'd really rather not walk or take transit. Besides what's the worst that could happen? He kills you? Yeah no this isn't a Lifetime movie.

[You]: Could you please give me a ride home Jungkook?

[JJK]: and here I was thinking you'd never ask me for anything. coming sweetheart. send your location.

[You]: *location sharing on with JJK*

[JJK]: lol i'm right behind you love.

You turned around slowly already dreading this car ride with Jungkook, but you weren't a pussy. You walked to his Mercedes with a little more sass than usual because, why not?

"Hey sweetheart." He said with that same shit-eating grin on his face. Fuck him you thought.

"Fuck you. Take me home." You sneered. Should've called one of your old boy toys.

"You would want that, wouldn't you?" He tilted his head.

"Drive and shut up." You spat and opened your book.

"Respect is a two way street little one. I didn't have to drive you." He grimaced all sense of playfulness gone, but started his car nonetheless. "Be lucky you're Jimin's sister."

The car ride was silent. Way too silent. You know the saying, "Silence is the greatest noise?" Yeah you were hyper-aware of that saying now. The silence was almost suffocating to you. You stole glances at Jungkook every so often and noticed his jaw remained clenched and eyes set straight.

"It's rude to stare." He said calmly. Too calm for your comfort. It sent a shiver down your spine. You were sure he noticed and if he did he sure didn't mention it.

"It's rude to keep a grimace on your face." You rebutted.

He just shrugged and kept his eyes on the road in front of him. You were still about 30 minutes away from your house and there was a suffocating amount of tension in the air. You chose to ignore it though because what else could you do? But you decided this silence just won't do.

"Jungkook. Tell me something, why're you so...ugly?" You snorted when he inhaled deeply. Bothering Jungkook would definitely be a new hobby of yours.

"Y/n tell me something. Why don't you ever shut the fuck up?" He sneered. There was no hint of playfulness nor teasing in his tone and it made you gulp.

"Well I have a mouth and I like to use it." You smiled at the double-meaning. You weren't "flirting" just teasing. Jungkook's jaw just clenched harder and suddenly the car stopped moving and Jungkook's tattooed hand was wrapped around your throat.

"Yeah? You like to use your mouth huh?" He squeezed tighter moving in so close his breath was fanning your lips. "I'm not even surprised. A brat like you needs cock in your mouth every second to shut that mouth of yours up. It's gonna get you in trouble little one. Don't test me I'll kick you out of my car right here if you keep getting on my nerves now shut the fuck up and let me drive." He shoved your head backwards roughly and patted your cheek.

The worst part? Your recently damp underwear just from his presence alone was now soaked. And all you could do was, for the first time, listen to what he told you. The rest of the ride you were silent. Much to his approval.

"Get out." Was all he said as he pulled up in front of your house. You got out nervously. You usually weren't the nervous type, but Jungkook looked so intimidating it had you shaken. He shoved you forward slightly as he noticed you walking slowly. "Go to your room. If I even see you downstairs at the party I will fuck you in front of everyone." You would have thought he was bluffing, but his glare told you otherwise.

"I didn't wanna go anyway." You muttered and ran to your room. Embarrassed? Maybe. Horny? Fuck yes. It's been a while since you last got fucked so good you came so hard. Oh how you missed the feeling of being split open. You decided to take a bath and relax while listening to MCR.

2 hours later...

How could he just tell you to stay up here if he wasn't gonna do anything? You could hear that the party was already in full swing as you began to get bored. You came up with a malicious idea and decided to send Mr. Jeon a little gift. The rational part was telling you not to send it, but the mischievous part was cheering you on.

You had a red set on and arched your back; your hair covering your face just in case anyone was around him.

[You]: *image attached*

[You]: I'm bored. Cum play with me :(

Not even 1 minute later there was a banging on your door which startled you. Time to face the music. And oh how wonderful it was going to sound. You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest and opened the door; and what a sight that was. Jungkook dressed in a black sleeveless shirt, tattoos on full display, leather pants that accentuated his most prominent features. Those thighs were to die for-

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off as a hand was cutting off your air supply and your back was against your door.

"You fucking slut." Jungkook spat. He looked you up and down with a eyebrow quirked as his hand remained wrapped around your neck. His hand was quickly becoming your favorite necklace. "You thought it was funny sending me that photo hm?" He cocked his head- mocking your vulnerable position right now.

You simply nodded to which he tsked and told you to use your words. "Yes I thought it was funny because I'm hilarious." The words spilled freely from your lips, but the hand around your throat made the words a tad bit raspier.

"Wanna act like a bitch in heat? You'll get fucked like one." And with that his lips were on yours. The kiss was far from gentle it was animalistic and rough. He bit your lip so hard it drew blood, but you just moaned. You loved how he was handling you.

His lips traveled from your lips to your jaw where he was biting, licking, sucking as many marks as he saw fit in his trail. He reached the valley of your breasts and dragged his fingers around the curves of them. He then played with the straps of your bralette and snapped it against your skin. It hurt so good. "Fuck." You sighed. Soon as the word escaped your head flung to the side and your cheek had a sting.

"Langauge." Was all Jungkook said before he ripped the bra off and before you could protest his lips were around your nipple; sucking them as if they were his last meal. He bit the left while toying with the right and groaned. "Fuck I love your tits. On your knees. Suck my dick."

You saw the outline of his dick through his tight pants and palmed at it slowly. Jungkook hissed and yanked your hair backwards making you look up at him through hooded eyes. "Don't tease Y/n. Open your mouth." You assumed he meant for his cock so you did so with no objections, but then you felt a glob of spit hit your tongue.

Did he just-

"Swallow it and get to sucking my dick like a good whore." You listened to him. There was something so disgustingly intimate about the fact that you just swallowed his spit, but you didn't dwell on it. You pulled his hard length out and almost gasped at the sight in front of you. There was nothing you found more unattractive than a dick, but Jungkook's? Was pretty. The angry mushroom tip was red and leaking precum. He was lengthy and his girth was like nothing you've ever seen before.

"So big." You whispered and Jungkook just snorted above you. Your time admiring was cut short as he suddenly- with no warning at all thrust into your mouth. You immediately gagged and tears began welling up.

"Open your mouth up more and relax your jaw. I know you're used to baby dicks but cooperate a bit. Let me fuck your mouth properly little one." You obeyed him and slacked your jaw so he could fit more of him in then his thrusts got rougher. His hand in your hair was following his thrusts and you almost came at the sight of Jungkook with his head hung back. "Fuuuck. Your mouth feels fucking amazing. I swear I'm gonna nut so fucking far down your throat my cum will be on your heart." He groaned.

You moaned around his length and hollowed your cheeks deciding to focus on his tip. Your hair was sticking to your face and you tears kept streaming in constant waterfalls. You ignored it nonetheless and began fondling his balls and his thighs tensed. "Fuck fuck fuck~ I'm fucking cumming-" Heavy ropes of semen was shot into your mouth and you swallowed with no hesitation.

"Good little slut. Now your turn. Let me taste that slutty pussy of yours." He smirked at your already fucked out look and sat on your bed. You got off your knees and crossed your arms over your bare breast.

"My pussy isn't slutty fuck face." You replied but pushed him back on the bed and straddled his abdomen. When did he even take his shirt off? You thought to yourself, but shrugged it off. Too eager to have his mouth. "I wanna ride your face." You said simply.

"My face is your seat little-" Before he could finish you were flush against his face. Nothing but his eyebrow piercing and purple hair was visible from beneath you. He immediately began his attack on your clit. Flicking his tongue, spelling his name and fondling your ass all at the same time.

"Holy fuckkk. Jungkook don't stop fuck." You whimpered. He groaned against your pussy the vibrations making you clench around his tongue. He bit at your clit making you scream. "FUCK!!" You felt his smirk against you and suddenly you were pushed off his face and thrown down on your back; much to your confusion.

"What the-OH MY GOD!!" Your confusion was blurred at the intrusion of Jungkook's two very long slender fingers breaching your walls. He was beaming at the sight of you. Loving every second of watching you squirming and seizing underneath him.

"You like that huh whore? You like when I fuck you with my fingers? I know you're close... I feel you clenching... sucking my fingers right in your tiny hole." His thumb began toying with your clit and you convulsed. You were almost there.. you could feel the orgasm ready to rip through you when Jungkook's fingers were removed from you.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" You seethed. He just blinked at you as if he didn't just stop you from an heart stopping orgasm. "Fuck you, I'll get someone else to fuck me then." You hopped off the bed, but you didn't get far when you were roughly thrown on Jungkook's lap, hair tangled within his fingers and neck craned up at him.

"Look sweetheart, I don't give a damn who you fuck, but that's after I'm done with you got that?" You nodded desperately and began shifting in his lap. "On the bed face down ass up." He spanked your ass enjoying the recoil.

You got into the position he demanded and wiggled your ass cause of the cold air hitting your core. You clenched around nothing preparing yourself for him.

"Ever been fucked raw little one?" You couldn't see him, but you could hear the smirk on his face.

"No. And I don't plan on- oh fuck me." His tip was teasing your slit collecting the slick that was dripping. You tried pushing your hips back on him, but he smacked your ass to stop your movements.

"Well. I haven't got a condom, but I'm clean so. I'm nutting in you too so best buy that plan b tomorrow." That was all the warning you got as Jungkook fully thrust into you. You could feel his dick almost at your cervix and you whined. "Fuck. Such a sexy little pussy." He groaned as he took in the sight of your cunt swallowing his dick. He'd never admit it out loud, but your pussy has to be the prettiest one he's ever seen.

"Mm- Jungkook move please." You whimpered. Desperate to feel more. He yanked your head back from your neck and pressed your back to his front. He was so deep in you. And him not moving was torturous. You could feel each vein on his cock against your walls as the slight position change caused his dick to shift.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you good and hard. Have you fucked out so good you're crying... hm?" You nodded eagerly. Not caring about the humiliation you felt. "You asked for it little one." Then you were thrown back down onto the mattress and Jungkook began pistoning you harshly with no remorse.

"F-fuck you feel so g-good." You choked on a sob.

"Gonna paint your walls fucking white. Gonna shoot into your womb and make your pussy mine. Fuck." He groaned thrusting harder and faster. The orgasm Jungkook didn't let you have was beginning to catch up to you as his hand flew down to play with your clit.

"Fuuck. I'm s-so close. Don't fucking stop." You reached behind you and you felt Jungkook's biceps flexing underneath your hands. He felt so fucking good.

"You're gonna cum already? Fucking slut. Want a dick you can't take so bad and you're already about to cum? Pathetic." He spat. But you were too close. He drilled into you relentlessly and he did one final deep thrust with one word following; "Cum."

Your vision began to be covered in black spots and you didn't just cum. No you fucking squirted and his hand was still violently playing with your clit to help you ride down your orgasm.

"Fuck yeah that's what I like to see." He groaned in approval. Then continued his rough thrusts. "I'm close little one. Gonna make your pussy mine. Fill you up so much you'll be leaking for days." All you could do was whimper at his words. "Shiiit. Gonna cum so deep in you." His thrusts began getting sloppy as he was reaching his high. "I'm gonna fucking-" He growled as he shot his seed into you. You felt so full... so content.

As soon as his hands dropped from your back you fell on your mattress too tired to move or even clean yourself. He swiped one finger against your cum-leaking cunt and wrote his initials "JJK" across your breasts.

Then he left. Not a remainder of the events that played out the night before except the dry cum on your legs, bed, and his initials on your breast. It didn't hurt. Well your legs did, but not him leaving because you knew,

There are no happy endings in a life that isn't a fairy tale.

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[neko-rogers]

All I Ever Need

Peter warned you about the dangers of online dating.

words: 4,007

tags: dark!peter parker, strong and explicit non-consensual elements, manipulation, implications of sex-pollen or drugging, lowkey breeding kink

a/n: please forgive me! i’m still new to writing dark!versed fics <3 but this was a request and i couldn’t resist (: if you liked this then you are free to help me out and improve my writing by leaving feedback or suggesting prompts that i could write about

     It was emotionally crushing.

     The moment you decided to create a Tinder account led you to all sorts of feelings. 

     As someone who had been busy with your final year of college, you never thought of engaging much in the relationships territory. With all these, you could only focus on finally graduating and obtaining a stable job. The idea that you were providing for yourself, without having to depend on a significant other, was fulfilling.

     It did not help further considering that most of your group of friends were just as hardworking as you. Peter Parker was one the closest and much more than just a good influence. Truly too good to be true.

     Nonetheless, you finally tried out those infamous dating applications you have been hearing. Despite warnings from your friends about how dangerous it can be, you were confident that you were smart enough to handle it.

     “You're still hung up on that app?” Peter interrupts alongside.

     The professor dismissed the class moments ago, and at least half of the people already exited the room. As always, Peter waited for you before heading for next subject.

     Admittedly, you were a bit caught up with your phone. Swiping left and right sounded boring, but for some reason you found it amusing how convenient it can be – the interaction and messages was a bonus. “So what if I am?”

     You lock your phone before Peter got to snoop further. Both your reflections could be seen amongst the black screen as you placed it on top of your other textbooks to be carried.

     “Any interaction online is dangerous,” he explains. “I thought you out of all people should know that, Y/N.”

     You roll your eyes at his remark. “You’re only a year older than me yet you sound like my dad. You know I’m already twenty-two, right?”

     “I’d hate to be the one to say I told you so when your world comes crashing down,” he consoles. 

     “Oh thats bullshit, Parker.” You could almost laugh at his sense of ridicule. “Like you said, I’m smart. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle online dating. Have faith in me, yeah?” 

     “Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” Peter nods, still beside as you walked along the hallway. “It’s not like you’re already going on a date with one of them, right.” His assumption comes off as a statement rather than a question.

     However, you stay quiet seeming as it was best to leave it unanswered.

     “Oh no, please don’t tell me you’re seeing someone already.” Peter looks back when you decided to stay a meter behind him to save you from the guilt.

     “It’s just a second date, it won’t harm me,” you defended. “Plus, he goes to the community college nearby.”      “What?! You two are already on your second date before you told me, or anyone of your friends?” You could understand where his temper was coming from, but in the end, it was none of their business.

     “I know, but I just thought it wasn’t a big deal. Besides this is about me and Jacob.”

     Fortunately enough, you and Peter have the same subject which was BioChemistry. This time, he followed you behind while you avoided his gaze. He waited until you took a seat along the second to the last row, and then taking his seat next to you.

     You look straight, facing the chalkboard displayed at the farther side of the room. Though you could not see Peter entirely, you could see his glowering look by the corner of your eye. “So his name his Jacob, huh, tell me more about him.”

     This was the reason why you could not update him, or any of your friends. You knew this would happen. They begin getting so nosy around your life before they even realize it.

     Surely, you did love your friends, much more the boy sitting next to you. They have been with you since freshman year, and you were more than grateful for one another’s support.

     “Peter, I don’t think that whatever I tell you would concern you,” you state clearly to avoid a dragging conversation. 

     “But we care about you, I care about you, Y/N.” He pouts, “The moment he tries to hurt you, you’ll run back to us and cry about it. I just want to skip seeing that part knowing I can’t see you heartbroken.”

     You furrow your eyebrows. His statement comes off as a bit acquisitive, but you knew that it was just his concern caught up in the moment. “That’s the problem. We all need to eventually fail or feel pain. It’s normal, especially for young adults like us, Peter!”

     There was a lot of things you wanted to say now. He trigged you somehow and now you’re at the edge of becoming a rambling mess. The worst part of it was that you were scared that you might say something that you would not be able to take back. 

     “Okay then I’ll–”

     “No look, I apologize for raising my voice.” You sighed to calm yourself down and compose your thoughts better. “You know I adore you so much, Peter. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this can’t be forever, I’ll eventually have to learn how to deal with these kinds of stuff.”

     You got through barely half of your day yet you could already feel the emotional turn of having an argument with one of your best friends. 

     And eventually, your professor entered the room. Barely giving the two of you a moment to continue the heated conversation just seconds ago. The displeased look on Peter’s face remained as he looked in front, acknowledging that both of you took lectures seriously. He wanted to pick up this argument at another setting. 

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     "Congrats to your first ever anniversary!” Your friends applaud just as Jacob was seated next to you.

     “We’re so proud of you.”

     “You two look so happy together!”

     “Both of you look amazing, practically perfect for each other.”

     “Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

     A year has passed, your group of friends remained even so with Peter. In addition, they learned to accept your boyfriend despite their doubts on online dating sites and applications.

     Just as they learned to trust your decisions more, you also learned way more about your significant other. Though despite your differences in fields, you learned to love him more than you thought you could.

     All of you have freshly graduated from college. Most of your friends did not have much planned so far; however, as your friendship with Peter remained, he grew to understand your feelings more and handled it sensitively.

     After your argument during your early days of dating Jacob, he eventually apologized for his behavior too. Though that was not the only time your friendship with him was put to a test. After the succeeding months, Peter still gave feint warnings and acted a bit overprotective when you tried telling him how you wanted to take your relationship to another level and get more serious.

     Nonetheless, you did not let any of your peers affect your view upon your relationship. Seeing that you were now at your first anniversary, you were happy that you followed what your heart and gut believed in.

     “To be honest we didn’t expect our Y/N to be getting into a relationship before we graduate, let alone celebrating her first anniversary!” Liz joked. “But in the end, just know that we love you and we’re here for you.”

     You smiled, looking at your friends who seemed to share the same feeling. After graduation, everything feels too good. It feels as if your life was falling into place.

     Not only have you gotten into a relationship with a kind guy. You also attained high ranks among the other students in your program, which led to companies offering you internships right off the bat. Rather than you worrying about where you’re heading to after college, you got the privilege to pick what you wanted to do.

     Surprisingly, you got an offer from the Stark Industries to become an internship on being their analytical chemist. It was the most tempting offer you got. Who would not accept an opportunity like that, right?

     When you learned that Peter also got an offer, you were more than happy for him. You knew he was one of the smartest persons in class and he deserved it just as you did.

     Both your contracts agreed that the internship starts a month from now which was just perfect, considering that you also have a few things to do prior to it.

     “Well, this girl also has a lot planned ahead,” you announce while catching the attention of your friends that were circled around you. “Me and Jacob were talking about moving in probably in his apartment by the end of the month.”

     Your intention was not to brag. Everyone could see how genuinely excited you were with such a big event. You were just so happy that despite what every one thought your relationship would end, you accepted whether the outcome would be good or bad. 

     Your friends cheered at you for taking a big step into your relationship. Looking back, you were so scared to accept the second date, but little by little you could not notice how much progress has been done.

     “I am so thankful for you guys.” You smiled and nodded at them before looking to your side where Jacob happily watched you interact with your friends. You slung your arm over his chest and planted a kiss directly at his lips.

     “We’re always here for you, Y/N,” Peter added along with a smile.

*

     Unbeknownst to you, just as your friends had left the celebration, you had big news yet to hear.

     As you drape your purse over one shoulder, your boyfriend assisted you out. He held one side of the door for you and walked after you. He held onto the side of your waist until both of you reached his car.

     Like the gentleman he is, he went over to the passenger side to open the car door for you before doing the same for himself at the driver’s side.

     When both of you were finally inside the car, Jacob had not started the car immediately. He paused with fingers gripping around the edges of the steering wheel.

     His sigh was just as evident, hearing it echo around the car which left chills across your skin as you looked at him. “You seem bothered. What’s wrong?”

     He avoided to look at you just as both of your hands reach for one of his. He lets you toy with his fingers yet his gaze still directs straight at the gas pedal. You lean further to catch a glimpse of him, moving one hand to cup his cheek. “Hey, what’s bugging you, babe? I’m here to listen.”

     “I’m sorry,” he starts off. The puzzled look on your face apparent as to what he’s trying to apologize for.

     “What do you mean?”

     “I just don’t think you deserve to stay with someone like me.”

     His self-loathing was not settling your confusion in any way at all. “I still don’t get it.” You did have an assumption in mind, but you chose not to jump into it as it might flare up on what’s happening now.

     “I think we need to break up,” Jacob swiftly drops.

     Slowly, you pull back and rest your back against the window. You bring a hand up to brush the little fringes in front of your face. You were trying to comprehend everything that’s happening. “I don’t understand. Why so sudden?”

     “Don’t get the wrong idea, Y/N–”

     “Then what should I get?” Your voice starts to crack as you hold back the tears. “I don’t understand anything at all! You seemed so happy a couple of hours ago.”

     “That’s why I’m apologizing,” he softly explains. “You don’t deserve me, I’ve been so horrible to you–”

     “You have been so nice to me. I don’t know where you’re getting all of this, at all!” Eventually, tears could not help but form around the corners of your eyes.

     Jacob sighs, finally looking at you. “You deserve so much more than this, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     Finally, the tears began to spill. You covered both your eyes with your palms, trying to both hide and wipe them away. “Y-you can’t just break up with me after celebrating our first anniversary.”

     “I’m sorry–”      “Stop saying that,” you sniffed. You did not know what annoyed you more, hearing him apologize like a broken record or hearing him imply the ‘its not you, it’s me and you deserve more’ bullshit. “You’re too cruel.”

     “I’ll drive you to your house,” he offers. The look on his face seemed very guilty. You did not know what was behind these sudden turn of events, but either way you were heartbroken for how

     “No,” you stated. “Uhm, I have a friend who lives nearby. You can drop me off there.”

     “Okay.”

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     “That’s pretty much my night in a nutshell,” you sighed as Peter entered his room with a blanket and some clothes in hand.

     Your legs were cross-seated over his bed as your hid your face with your hands. Peter frowned as he walked over to the edge of his bed where you were positioned. “I just don’t understand why he dumped me all of a sudden, might I add, dumped me on our first anniversary!”

     You felt a hand over your back, rubbing slow and comforting strokes as you continued to cry. “Just as I thought I was getting to know him better.”

     It was emotionally crushing.

     “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     “Well.” You look up at him despite knowing your nose eyes eyelids became swollen, “You can finally tell me that you told me so.”

     “That doesn’t matter right now.” His hands move to the ends of your hair, toying with the strands before turning half of his body aside. He reaches for a mug that situated on top of his nightstand, “Here. I brought you a cup of tea.”

     “Thanks, but I’m not really thirsty–”

     “Drink,” he calmly says. “You need to get hydrated after crying.”

     You could not argue with that. You’ve definitely lost a lot of water in your body after hours of just crying, without drinking anything. “You know me so well.” you told him and added, “I should’ve just listened to you when you warned me about strangers online.”

     “I guess I owe you an apology.”

     Peter chuckled at your statement and watched you as your lips slowly sipped at the heated tea he had just prepared. “No need to be sorry about anything now, I’m just glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

     “Don’t worry he didn’t physically touch me,” you assure as he nods.

     The adorable boy in front of you slyly looked down as he called for your name. “Y/N? Can I ask you a question?”

     “Of course, Peter.” 

     “Why’d you choose to stop by my place amongst our other friends.” 

     You finally finish the entire drink he had prepared. Before you could answer him, you extended your arm in order to set the fragile mug back on top of his bed side drawer.

     “Well for one, I still know where your place was, and it was closest from the restaurant,” you answered. “And conveniently enough, you were the first person I could think of after Jacob hurt my feelings.”

     “I could vividly remember your warnings just as I realized he was breaking up with me already. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or ashamed. What I do know was that you knew me too well, even before I became fully aware of it.”

     He smiled at your answer, and you gave the same look at him. “Well I’m glad you thought of me.” His hands reach over to yours and places them on top, feeling the warmth of his body over yours. “I would never want to hurt you, nor let you feel the pain Jacob gave you.”

     “You’re too sweet.” You smile.

     Your hands rubbed circles around your eyes first. Then you tried to lean in front, opening your arms wide signaling for a hug. Peter did not hesitate to hug you back, enveloping his arms while both of you rest your chins on top of each other’s shoulders.

     From this angle, you could strongly scent his cologne. However, that was not the only thing you could observe.

     As each second passes, you were not sure if you were the only one who could notice how hot the room was getting. Either that or that your skin was starting to burn up. “Peter?”

     “Don’t you think it’s getting hot–”

     As you were just about to react, you felt a pair of lips against yours. Peter had pulled back, and even when you could have realized it, he was pinning you down as your back presses against his bed.

     And as much as this was entirely contradicting your morals, you did not feel an ounce of guilt as one of your best friends continued to leave kisses down your neck. You were not entirely sure why your mind was doubting this, but your body was suddenly, badly craving for touch – and Peter was conveniently doing you the favor.

     “Don’t I think it’s getting what?” Peter sits up and teases just as he pulls his shirt over his shoulders.

     “Nothing,” you groan. “But I don’t think this is a good idea–”

     He shushes you, “Relax. Let me take care of you, yeah?

     His hands gently released heir grip around your wrists. He was confident enough that you wouldn’t fight back after finishing the drink he exclusively brewed for you.

     Your state of mind was perfectly right where he expected it to be. Just conscious enough to feel him against you, but incapable of thinking rationally. 

     He just hated how smart you were when it came to his friends and school; however, just as he expects, you were not as quick-witted when it came to relationships. 

     And hiring Jacob was definitely one of his greatest achievements so far. He lost a part of his savings along the way, but nothing could ever become as valuable as you. Now that you were in his room, let alone under his touch, he had the upper hand.

     Peter was not letting you go that easy afterwards.

     For now, he continues to leave kisses under your jaw while your hands lazily combs through the locks of his hair. He proudly hums against your skin after leaving gentle nibbles that started to leave evident love marks.

     One of his hands creep under your shirt, reaching to unhook your bra. As he successfully does, he moves to adjust your shirt over your breasts. He gets a good view of them even without having to pull it over your head, smirking to himself as this has been a fantasy he has been dreading for.

     “Fuck you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs. With one hand, he gently squeezes around one of your breasts just as he descends at your body.

     “Peter,” your moan comes from above his head just as he was ready to spread your legs.

     “Yeah, babe?”

     “C-condom,” you mumbled with eyelids partially open.

     He chuckled as a response, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

     Peter tried to test the waters first to make sure he was completely in control of this situation. He drags the tip of his fingers across your stomach, further narrowing the path down as it reached at the entrance of your cunt. 

     He could instantly sense how wet you have become throughout his teasing. Both his middle and ring finger grew damper as he inserted them inch by inch, slowly seeing them reappear. 

     The warmth radiating around your walls excites him more, assuming how good you would be while his cock was wrapped around it. He instinctively curls his fingers out of excitement, forgetting that he was trying to handle you gently.

     You react by tightening around it, along with a whine. 

     “Sorry, babe.”

     Moreover, he continues it up until he felt his erection grow harden than before. He made sure he was completely hard before finally dropping both your pants down, attending to yours first until you were completely naked – excluding the shirt he did not haul over your head.

     Next was his turn. He undid his shorts and threw them away ever so quickly. Then rushed to welcome himself between the space of your legs. “You ready for me, babe?” He did not leave a choice despite asking that either way. You remained helpless under him.

     “Hmm,” was your only response.

     Peter did not hesitate as he glides into you. He groans at your heat, grasping that you feel better now compared to when he was using his fingers. “Oh shit,” he groans while speeding up the pace of his thrusts, “you feel so good.”

     “That’s it, holy fuck.” He was surprised at how responsive your body was still. Despite drugging you to the extent of being mentally incapable, your body was contracting all over him as if it was enjoying itself. 

     He continued to praise your body even if you could not understand what he was saying. The entire event revolved around him fucking you and leaving sweet remarks as if he was your boyfriend – and not, at all, a friend who laced your drink and made you believe you were somewhere safe.

     Though Peter did say he was going to care for you. Ironically, it was obvious that all he can think about now is chasing his orgasm and nutting inside you. After all, it was one of his dark and twisted fantasies – to have full control over you, at least.

     There were few moans coming from you, but the happy noises being created by Peter overpowers. With all of this, sexual, tension he finally got to release, it was expected that he was going to cum sooner.

     “Fuck,” and other swears came from him. “Didn’t expect to cum so soon.”

     As he did not care about your take on this, he also did not give a fuck when he was planning to cum inside you. Since he purposely avoided to wear any kind of protection, let alone learn if you were in any kind of birth control, anyone in their right mind would know what could happen the morning after.

     Willfully, he made sure to go deeper inside you until he could feel the tip of his cock twitch as a sign that he was going to cum. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah,” he grunts as if you were going to reply. “And you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.”

     Even so, when Peter finally felt his release, he took a good look at you beneath. You seemed hot and bothered, but not as him. Your chest was heaving all the while he could feel the speed of the beating of his heart.

     When he steadily pulls out, the awaited moment of his deep, dark fantasies finally arise. He could clearly see his own cum beautifully spilling out of your cunt like a cream pie. He could almost feel himself get turned on just at the sigh of it, but he considered that round two’s with you would be saved for next time.

     “Peter?”      “Hmm?”

     “I still feel hot,” you purr. 

     Peter extends his arm to gently place the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling how feverish your body still was. There were few hints of sweat streaming from your forehead. “Let me take care of you, I’ll just run you a bath, okay?”

     You childishly smile and agree with him, “O-okay.” He pulls back to be able to properly stand and proceeds to head to his shower with a huge smile from his face.

     You were his.

[flashflashhundredyarddash]

batkids and their relationships with their siblings headcanons. under read more because this got fucking LONGGG

dick

dick is the eldest so he doesnt want to bog down his younger siblings with his problems, but if he DOES, he tends to talk to jason about it

dick and cass start to really begin to bond when Cass shows up to dicks gymnastics class for 3rd-6th graders and then cass shows up all the sixth graders and they get frozen yogurt after lmao

dick and tim are Very much thick as thieves. tim is very much like bruce on the Emotional Suppression scale, so dick just really wants to make sure his little brother is safe and happy ALL the time

Duke and Damian are the only two really permanently at the manor anymore, so when dick drops by he tries to do something with both of them. duke frantically zoom calls dick every other week to help him with his his trig homework. dick shows up to dukes high school graduation with literally the BIGGEST SIGN

everyone insists damian is dicks favorite but he does actually genuinely love all his siblings equally, his relationship with damian is just Very different from the others because of the age gap and being dami's primary caretaker for a year. dick babies dami every chance he gets

jason

would sell Dick to satan for One corn chip

him and cass don't have the greatest start to their relationship because cass is very much Against Killing so it takes a while for jason to warm up to her and earn her trust. now, though, jason is competing with steph by showing cass all the classic American Teenager things she missed out on. steph is currently winning but jason is like 98% positive a crunch wrap from taco bell is going to push him over the edge

tim and jason are currently competing over who can solve the most cases in a month. tim is winning. that won't last long.

jason Loves to Big Brother duke its so embarrassing. duke will get out of school and go to his car and jason is SITTING IN THE FRONT SEAT FRANTICALLY WAVING TO GET DUKES ATTENTION. JASON THAT IS MY CAR. signal has one (1) mission with arsenal and arsenal goes hey did you ask that girl to homecoming yet and duke is like I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

Damian is proof that Actually, Little Brothers are Pests. Jason fully believes that he was brought back from the dead PURELY to torment damian and he will fulfill this mission at any cost

cassandra

it actually really upset her when Dick didn't accept her at first. she knows her other siblings really adore dick so his lack of trust was really disheartening. it takes dick a while but once he Actually Accepts that cass is going to be a permanent part of their life and oh, wow, dick you really hurt her feelings he really hyperfocuses on bonding with cass for a couple of months which definitely improves their relationship

she really likes jason!! their relationship doesn't start well but because he's close with steph and tim who are cass's top two favorite people to exist ever, cass is like well i GUESS ill hang out with him more. jason is fun to talk to because he always tries his best to explain jokes and give context to what people are talking about (also tim took her to taco bell already but she didn't tell jason she just wanted to hang out)

cass LOVES tim. they just click okay. tim always seems to know when to give her space and when to push and come closer. Tim's "guest room" is just her room lets be real. tim and cass occasionally get mistaken for twins and Cass Loves it.

duke makes cass listen to metal once and cass loses. her. damn. mind. they bond over music a lot because they both Love Music to a degree the others in their family don't.

damian!! damian is her little brother!!! dami isn't As Hostile to cass at first because he is 100% aware cass has the edge in fighting and respects her. cass likes all of his instagram posts and they have a snapchat streak going

tim

tim Loves dick, dick was his first sibling!! he had Very strong hero worship when he first met dick but it mellowed out when tim got older because wow 17 is really not that cool and mature lol. tim has an open invitation to dick's apartment which he does occasionally take advantage of. tim has more than once scared the shit out of wally when wally comes over and wally is convinced they're being robbed (HA) for half a second. i mean. he's not wrong.

listen. tim understands that forgiving the guy who tried to kill you would be a Struggle for some people and it was! definitely! but also at least he can trust jason to, uh, be open about if he doesn't like tim. which is not an assurance he has with other people. so if the guy who tried to kill him tells him tim is cool now then like. maybe tim isn't that bad or annoying a person? also jason arrested a whole gang and won the cases competition but then it created a power vacuum that the whole batfam had to clean up the rest of the month. thanks, jason.

tim LOVES cass. you know how most of the time theres this empty feeling inside you and you just kind of ignore it because you don't know what will fix it or if you do, you know you can't fix it? cass makes that empty feeling feel a little less empty. they just click. tim always tries to travel with cass whenever she leaves gotham.

tim and duke. Tim is actually the sibling who duke goes to whenever he has questions he doesn't want to ask bruce or alfred about, like, life or vigilante-ing or school or college or whatever and Tim is always like yes!! i love Giving Advice and Solving Problems!! tim and duke and jason fill out their college applications together.

tim and damian. LMAO. ROUGH START THAT'S ALL ILL SAY. at some point alfred goes like fuck it. family therapy. and tim and dami are PISSED. tim and damian get along best when they have a common enemy to work against. their relationship gets much better when damian is older and they actually talk about their feelings like emotionally stunted bats. despite how bad their relationship was, tim will ALWAYS protect damian

duke

very much intimidated by dick at first. dick is so much older and has his own job and friends and life and is very much AN ADULT. dick likes to take duke out to do lots of cool stuff (paintball, lasertag, tech exhibitions, concerts, etc). also, dick PERSONALLY introduced duke to superman and is dating THE FLASH. 10/10 awesome big brother.

was intimidated by jason for 0.5 seconds before jason actually opened his mouth and started speaking. jason is literally. So Embarrassing. which is weird because nobody else really seems to feel that way about jason but duke knows he's 100% in the right here. like yeah jason is also An Adult and does Adult Stuff but he's also at the manor like every other weekend???? and he always complains about bruce but always seems to be in the same room bruce is in????? like okay jason. they bond over literature!! jason and duke and alfred will spend literal hours talking about books and duke loves it. duke is the only one who doesn't think jason is funny and jason gets so upset about it lmao.

cass has this one week where she gets really into photography and by virtue of being nearby (and also not nocturnal), duke becomes her victim subject. duke prints out all the pictures and hangs them up in his room (his favorite is one he took when he stole the camera and took a really bad selfie of them together).

tim is closest in age to duke so duke tends to hang around with him a lot. tim introduced duke to his young justice friends and duke is like yes!!! meta-friends!!!! tim really helps duke out with his powers because tim is always like wow i wonder if your powers would work if we did This? can you see farther than other people? is your visible spectrum of light different than other humans? Bruce does the same thing but bruce is boring about it lol.

damian and duke live in the same house and will be in the same room and just send each other social media posts back and forth. they follow each other on instagram and will, OCCASIONALLY, make tik toks together because they're tik tok fiends. each of his siblings have visited his parents once or twice but damian routinely comes with him.

damian

damian gets a special bullet point to say that it took him. forever to come around to the idea of having siblings. he very much believed that he was Bruce's Blood Son and everyone else were just tagalongs or allies. it took him ages to acknowledge that dick, jason, tim, and cass were his siblings, so when duke came and like a week later damian was like Ah, Yes, this is my brother Thomas everyone else was like dude wtf

listen. LISTEN. Obviously. Richard is very highly skilled. and also Father values him highly. and also Richard will listen to Damian complain about his schoolmates. and also Richard is much more patient with Damian than other members of his family. listen....,,, (all this to say damian kind of fucking adores dick lmaooooo this kid).

Todd is kind of unbearable but damian has been informed this is both a normal feeling when it comes to Todd and also big brothers. damian was an only child for ten years so yes, Father, if Todd attempts to tickle me I WILL break his fucking nose. yes i WILL put money in the swear jar but I want you to know i don't regret it. they always try to sneak up on each other but mostly fail.

DRAKE!!! but no lol once damian grows up and is like I Apologize for attempting to murder you it was wrong and you are just as much a son to Father as I am tim is like UGH i guess its cool since ur being so emotionally mature and all. also im 2 for 5 on siblings trying to murder me so im definitely going to win trauma bingo and damian is like i take it back you are insufferable. When Will My Older Siblings Stop Joking About Their Trauma.

CASS!!! listen. cass is cool. Cass Gets It. They have a special Bond. also damian really likes it whenever cass is home because 1) he gets to hang out and do something cool with cass and 2) he feels significantly safer with cass in the house because Nobody will be able to hurt any of their family if Cass is there. ALSO he tries to call her cain but everyone is like DONT DO THAT and he doesn't want to call her wayne bcus theyre ALL wayne (dick adds it on as a middle name but also Richard John Wayne West-Grayson is just. the lamest name ever so dick needs to reconsider it before his upcoming nuptials)((dick will not reconsider it except maybe whether grayson-west would work better)) and so he tries cassandra but cass is like :) call me cass and damian is like cassandra is more formal and respectful and cass is like :) and finally damian just has to give in.

Duke! him and duke actually live together so they get the Most Bonding Time and have a bunch of inside jokes as a result. (is it bad i wanted to laugh because inside jokes... joker... i'll see myself out). they're eating breakfast together (and also alfred sits with them IM NOT A MONSTER ALFIE'S LIKE 70 NOW OKAY) and duke laughs and bruce is like what are you laughing at, son? and duke is like oh damian just showed me this funny meme and then he shows the phone to bruce and bruce grabs it (both the boys groan) and after WAY TOO LONG is like "i don't get it" and so now duke and damian have to try and explain the comedic intricacy of bob's burgers

[tastyykpop]

𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛-ρ† 3

Pairings: enemy, barista, student!jaemin x student, barista!reader. 

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Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint real hard

Anger and frustration was the only way to describe it. Plus the lingering feeling of humiliation when jaemin didn't give a direct answer. Students eyed the two of you, mostly you for your braveness to even confront the boy which was shocking from their point of view, knowing all too well of your history with each other.

For once though, you've seen jaemin hesitate and stutter with an answer. It was quite something really, and you couldn't believe it.

And it wasnt like it was a yes or no answer, he only blurted out, "W-we have tu-tutor sessions...later...." and walked away after a few seconds of looking at you. God, and everyone was whispering among themselves and friends like it was the hottest topic, which in a strange sense it kind of was.

You dragged yourself back to the table where yeri sat and put your head in your arms.

You felt stupid. This wasn't how you thought your day would go, nor did you think jaemin would say something like that. Instead, you thought jaemin would for sure say yes. The things he said, the way he acted, jaemin couldve passed as your boyfriend and you thought maybe now it was possible.

"Y/n are you okay?" Yeri put a hand on your arm and you shook your head, still buried in your arms.

"I hate him." Your voice came out muffled.

Yeri let out a long sigh, "Its going to be okay. There’s plenty of other guys you'll meet who'll be worth your time." She stopped when you lifted your head. The look on your face was melancholy and red, but she didn't know what she could do about it. "What about that taemin guy? He's pretty cute. And from what you told me, he's super nice." Yeri wiggled her eyebrow suggestively making you groan.

"I don’t want to hurt him." You frowned, not being able to imagine using him as a rebound, "I realized I don’t like him like I thought I did."

"I get it. But don't pain yourself over a boy." She shook her head and let out a quiet chuckle, "especially jaemin."

"But jaemins literally what I want. How am I supposed to ignore that?"

Yeri stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, "Its almost impossible to ignore feelings..." There was a short pause until she started again, "So maybe just...ignore him? I don’t know man, I’m not good at this stuff."

"Yeah no shit," You snorted, "but ignoring him is an option. He gets mad when I do things like that, and ignoring him would get his attention, which means," you took a deep breath and grinned, "I’d get my ass destroyed by him whenever he breaks!"

"That’s literally not at all what I meant by ignoring him."

You sat back in your seat, smiling like a maniac to yourself at the devilish plan that would possibly not end well for you.

"But it could work." You pointed out.

"Could doesn't mean would. You know what, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall." As yeri stood up and gathered her trash, you threw your pile along with hers just to annoy her. "This is why I'm your only friend."

"I thought you were going over jaemins for tutoring?" Jimin asked with a raised brow at your sudden intrusion into the apartment giving him no time to put a shirt on.

"I decided not to go." You shrugged, setting your bag on the floor. In reality, it was just the start of your plan of ignoring jaemin, but you weren't going to tell jimin that.

"Huh?? But you said he was good at trig and you would fail without him." As he tilted his head in confusion, you tried to come up with an excuse.

And not even a second later, an idea popped into your head, "I’m starting to understand it better." It wasn’t far from the truth to be honest, jaemin was doing a very good job at explaining, but in reality, you weren't perfect at all.

"Liar! You suck at trig!"

Your eye twitched, "I understand it slightly better."

"I still don't believe you." Jimin shrugged, "its only been like 2 days."

"I’m a fast learner." You huffed. Sadly your roommate knew you too well for you to lie. It wasn’t surprising anymore that he could point out just one flaw.

"Another lie. Now run along, I’m watching tv." Jimin shoo'ed you away with a hand motion. It took almost all your patience not to say anything in return, but it was pointless now.

Once in your room, you threw yourself onto the bed, not caring enough to close the door as you started changing from school clothes to regular shorts and a tank top.

Now once looking back at it, today was just a weird day. It was quiet in all the classes like someone just flipped a switch and one thing that threw you off the most was that jaemin didn’t ignore you completely like you thought he would, but instead he still helped with the work you were struggling with. Other than that he never talked to you. And it wasn’t like you wanted him to, you actually didn't want him to because of your little plan.

To be expected, you got multiple texts from him wondering where you were and why you weren't at his house and each text got more and more threatening so you just put your phone on silent and decided to take a nap until work. If this is how jaemin acts when you ignore him for barely a day then it should be easier to break him then you thought.

Rolling over in your bed, you closed your eyes, ignoring the aching feeling of anxiousness in your gut and tried to get some sleep. But sleeping was almost impossible. No matter how sleepy you were, or how heavy your eyes were, sleeping just didn't want to come. And you really didn't want to go on your phone because jaemin was calling you and in a matter of time you would probably answer it because you were just a little afraid of him.

Moving out of the bed and getting ready for work was your last option. Though the amount of black pants and white shirts that were lost from your closet made you realize how much you actually worked. The last time you had a day off was during summer vacation with jimin and a few of his friends plus yeri. Its been a while, and you kind of missed the break but you can't complain too much since you're making such good money.

After throwing on the clothes and lacing up your shoes, you left after saying good bye to jimin. Its still early, but you couldn't bring yourself to pass time until work and going there wasn’t as bad as one may think.

After you got in the car, you left the apartment, driving off to the cafe. You blasted some of your music on the way, singing the lyrics loudly since no one was in the car. You gotta say, driving alone is sometimes more fun since you can do stuff like this without people judging you.

Finally at the cafe, Irene happily greeted you, not giving you time to say hi back and started jumping up and down talking about her promotion to manager. She literally looked like she'd explode any minute from too much happiness.

"I get to boss you around even more than I did before." She grinned and you playfully shoved her to get to your station.

"If that’s possible." A little fist punched your shoulder as you laughed, "I’m kidding, I’m kidding."

"Hey, I'm not that bad! But I could be worse if you’d like." You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that would come out when she sent you a wink.

There were many orders coming up, food, smoothies, coffee, anything. It kept you, irene, and your coworkers in the back completely occupied and busy. Youd even catch yourself drifting off into space because you were working too fast, almost messing some orders up too.

"I can bring this to the customer, go work on the other orders please." Irene rushed away after you smiled and did what she wanted.

Moments passed and after a few more drinks you saw the familiar black haired man walking into the back where you stood making a drink.

Jaemin didn't look all too happy when he saw you, so you tried your best to ignore him, but its not easy to ignore someone who’s been on your mind the whole day and somehow you're just figuring that out now.

He looked nice too, well he always does, but his black hair looked particularly very good. The way it was parted yet still fell over his face on some ends, and the way some parts stuck out just looked pretty on him.

"You’re here early...again." jaemin spoke while looking up at the orders, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I was kind of bored at home." You muttered, moving as jaemin reached over you for a cup.

"Should’ve came to my house to study, maybe you wouldn't have been so bored." He lifted an eyebrow in your direction almost tauntingly and expecting a snap back but you stayed quiet, keeping it silent for a bit.

Jaemin was doing his order, and you did yours, though it did feel like time was just dragging you slowly through the day because you were so anxious near him. You felt as if he would break if you stepped out of place even just a bit. But wasn’t that your plan in the first place? 

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" Jaemin began and you looked up from the last drink you put in the tray. He had anticipated your answer as you suspired.

"I was sleeping.."It was obvious that you didn’t want to talk as you tried to walk away with the tray in hand followed by jaemin grabbing your shirt and pulling you back, the tray tipping slightly.

"Sleeping? How could you be sleeping when you read my texts? Now why are you lying to me?" Question after question, you tried wiggling out of his strong grasp and rolled your eyes to show you didn’t care. With only so much patience left, jaemin grabbed your hair, bringing your face closer to his. "I asked you a question so i suggest you answer before I spank your ass in front of everyone."

You stopped and nervously looked around the cafe to see if anyone heard him, but luckily for you everyone was minding their own business or not paying attention but still you couldn’t mask your shyness, "Y-you wouldn't do that. You're bluffing." You huffed.

Though you're not much shorter than jaemin, you felt small under his strong gaze, almost weaker near him too.

"Wanna bet?" He questioned and his sincerity was almost scary. You could feel his hand snake a bit too far down your backside and you pushed him off. "Answer me; why are you lying?"

"I don’t know." He slowly let go of your hair and ran his fingers through it. Nervousness fell over you, thinking he'd grab it again.

"You don’t know, huh." Jaemin said softly. You shook your head hoping he'd believe it.

"I-i don’t.."

Jaemin rolled his eyes, "Don’t lie or ignore me again."

"Yeah yeah whatever-" You cried when he grabbed and tugged on your hair again, making your face contort in pain, "Okay! Fine! I wont do any of that again!"

That being said, jaemin let go after giving you that natural look telling you not to push him today, or any day for that matter. "Little bitch." You mumbled.

"Call me that again, I dare you."

It took almost all of your self control to not flip him off.

Lee jeno, the infamous frat boy and fuck boy on campus, was jaemins closest friend. He was gorgeous, kind, and smart, but one thing that set you off about him was he could be quite rude. Just one flaw, and it happened to only be towards you. So you wondered; 'why the hell am I asking lee jeno for help when there's a hundred more men in this school?' Because jeno was jaemins closest friend. Plain and simple. The only thing is, your brilliant plan could fail. Either way it was a fifty-fifty chance.

"Lee jeno!" You called and ran up to the boy, confused as to why you looked happy to see him when you and him don't really like each other. "I have a question."

"I might have an answer." Jeno surprisingly smiled, now you see why people were whipped.

"I want to make jaemin jealous."

He stopped in his tracks and nervously laughed, "Why would you want to do that? Of all things?"

You smiled up at him, "I wanna be a pain in his ass so I have an idea and I need your help." Jeno scratched the back of his head, still not sure where you were headed with this conversation.

"Uhh...okay what is it then?" You happily jumped when jeno gave you the go to ask.

"Can you be my fake boyfriend?"

"You’re who-what!?" Jeno choked trying to find a hint that you were joking and just testing him or something, but you were dead serious and that's what made him scared. "So you’re plan to make jaemin jealous is to date me? Damn that’s kinda smart and bit bitchy."

You frowned, "I just like making him regret certain things and testing his patience is all."

"So a bitch," he shrugged, " but how the hell would this whole thing work? You and I don’t have a really good record with each other and hes well aware of that. Jaemins not dumb." Jeno pointed out as you tilted your head in almost a ‘you’re so stupid’ manner.

“Didn’t you take acting lessons?” There was a slight delay but he nodded nonetheless, “Then just act the part, lee. Its not that hard.” you rolled your eyes with a scoff, jeno playfully slapped your shoulder.

“Its not that simple! Its you for gods sake! How am i supposed to pretend to like you?”

“I dont know, you just do it.” Shrugging off the almost annoyed yet smiling boy, you noticed someone out the corner of your eye; the devil himself. Just staring at the two of you. Surprisingly, jeno took notice of that and grabbed your hand while walking close to you, never letting his smile fall, and walked around the school building to a bench.

"That was smooth." You mumbled earning a laugh from jeno. "See, was that so hard?”

The boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously with an eye smile, “I guess not, but do you really think he’ll fall for it?”

That was a good question and if you sat and thought about it more, you probably would’ve said no, but for some reason you pushed out a yes. Jaemins a jealous and possessive boy, there’s no way this shouldn’t work.

“Hell yeah. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Well-”

“Don’t answer that.”

Currently, you and jeno were awkwardly flirting with each other in front of jaemin at the cafe. Light touches and small smiles and giggles was kind of annoying in jaemins eyes. But this was the best plan yet.

After not going to jaemins third tutor session and ignoring multiple other calls because he didn’t bother texting anymore, you were at the cafe on your day off just to piss him off. And for some reason, this was probably the most fun, yet awkward moment in your life.

"Is he still watching?" Jeno whispered as he smiled to make it seem as if he was flirting.

You quickly glanced up and jaemin was indeed still watching, actually glaring, but you couldn't even tell if it was at you or jeno, maybe even both.

"Hes still watching." You turned and grinned at him. "He looks very mad."

"I know something to get him more mad."

"And what would that be?" Raising an eyebrow at him, jeno suddenly grabbed you by your face and kissed your cheek.

"Now look back and tell me if hes still there."

You were shocked but did as he said and sure enough, jaemin was no where to be seen, "Hes gonna kill us..."

"No just you, I’ll be gone by then." He laughed when you sent him a glare. "This was your plan not mine."

"And this will for sure end my life later on," You faced jeno, "When was the last time he was really mad?"

Jeno sat back to think about it and let go of your hand that you forgot he was holding, "He got into a fight with one of our friends just a few months ago. You know donghyuck, right?"

You nodded your head. Of course you knew donghyuck, he was the biggest brat of them all and out of every one of jaemins friends, you got along with him pretty well, turning out to be very good friends. You haven't talked to him in few weeks though, college kind of messed some things up for you guys but you still try to keep in contact as much as possible.

"Well a few months ago jaemin and hyuck got into this huge fight."

"Was it as bad as that time mark and hyuck fought?" You asked and jeno shook his head.

"No it was probably worse. Jaemin was almost in a fist fight with him--actually no I think they did end up physically fighting." Jeno sighed, "Anyways jaemin was super cold to everyone and got into a lot of fights with some other people like me," he giggled at the thought, "It was also around the time he dumped coffee on your head."

Only jeno could bring back that stupid coffee incident and make you remember when you wanted to commit a murder.

"That was one of the worst things hes done to me don’t make me think of that." You whined, throwing your head back, "And hes done a lot of bad things."

Jeno grinned, he was standing next to jaemin at the time laughing at you. In his perspective it was funny, but for you, it was not.

"Not gonna lie it was kind of funny, but I did feel a bit bad."

"Woah. You felt bad for me!? Who the hell are you?" You said dramatically making jeno throw his head back in laughter.

"Someone who actually has remorse," He looked you up and down before starting again, "for some people."

You huffed, "And to think you were becoming nice." Jeno giggled one last time but it quickly faded away when a hand slammed on the table.

Both of you looked up at the boy with jet black hair, he was none too happy with all your laughing and 'flirting', and wanted to interrupt it the best he could.

"Hey jeno," jaemin nodded his head in his friends direction, somehow managing to make his anger dissolve into a real smile.

"Whats up?" Jeno smiled.

You sat back staring at the two, jaemins eyes were locked onto jenos and his hand was still sitting there. They were like statues.

"Oh you know...working and watching you dumbasses flirt." Jaemin painfully grit his teeth, still holding a smile and you tried not to laugh.

Out of all things you found cute, it was jaemins poor attempt at trying not to be angry or jealous. It was like watching a rom-com but in real life.

"Its disgusting." Jaemin mumbled.

He turned towards you, but with no smile like you didn’t deserve one which in this case you was probably true since this was your idea in the first place.

"I've never seen you come here on your day off. Isn't that a bit strange?"

"Jeno wanted something sweet," you lied, "and we have the best sweets. What, can I not come here on my day off?” Man did jaemin find you annoying right now. It was getting to the point that talking to you was becoming a chore. Either he couldn’t talk to you because you ignored him or you started speaking in ways that made his eye twitch.

"You're gonna be in so much trouble later." Jaemin muttered low enough for you to hear. Jeno smirked at jaemins words too, knowing this was working way too well for you. "I should get back to work before irene gets mad and you guys should get going too."

You raised a brow, "And why is that?"

"Jeno always brings his dates home to fuck."

"If you're jealous then just say it." You growled.

Jaemin looked between you and a red faced jeno and snickered, "Im not jealous, I already had my turn." He winked and walked away leaving you and jeno staring at each other with wide eyes.

"I...feel like this didn’t go as we intended.." jeno laughed but with no emotion, almost in a sadistic way.

You puffed out your cheeks, not sure what to do now that jaemin was playing like this too.

"I should bring you back home." He started standing but you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"No wait.” He looked down at you, “Isn't there a party later?"

"Yeah?" jeno tilted his head, wondering why you’re asking this question when you never go to any of the frat party’s.

"Lucas is throwing it right?" Jeno nodded his head and you perked up, "Can we go?"

It was a strange request, you never wanted to go to any parties because you worked and studied whenever you felt the need to, so parties were never on your mind. But right now, you felt that a party is what you need. You've never been but it can't be that bad if you're with someone. And you even know the host so there should be other people you know too. It would be fun anyway.

"If you really want to, but you might lose me at some point."

"That’s okay," your face said otherwise, "I’ll try to find someone I know." It wasn’t likely that you would, but you knew that the main people who were going to go was hyuck and lucas. There was also jaehyun and johnny, the only thing was you didn’t know them as well as hyuck or lucas and ever talked to them a few times. They were nice, but you probably wouldn't go up to them and strike up a conversation.

"Alright then let's go, the party’s gonna start in like two hours. And seeing how long it took you just to get ready for this stupid date, you’re probably gonna need it." Jeno pulled you up by the hand that stopped him before, and you both walked out of the cafe.

You got into jenos car and put on your seat belt waiting patiently for him to drive off. The only problem was that he was busy on his phone, trying to find music to play.

"Don’t look at me like that." Jeno did a double take at your unamused face that clearly stated you wanted to leave so you can get ready for the party.

"Then pick a damn song and let's go." You smacked his thigh repeatedly causing him to groan and put his playlist on shuffle, driving off after hitting play. "See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?"

"Your’e annoying. I cant believe i even said yes to this fake dating thing. Now I see why jaemin didn’t respond."

"Hey that's not very nice," you pouted, "and don't make me think of that for God sake, its depressing."

"Good now shut up and let me drive." And so you did, letting just the music and jenos quiet singing be the only thing playing in your ears.

It was a quick ride anyway from your job to the apartment, jimin was doing his normal thing which was sitting on the couch shirtless and watching dramas. The little up and down he gave jeno wasn't unseen by you either, but you never commented as you walked by with a smirk.

Jeno was close behind you too almost like a lost puppy. He even sat on your bed and watched you apply a bit of make up for the party and lazily lounged about as you picked an outfit, not sure whether to go with an innocent pink flowy skirt, or black ripped jeans.

"I like the skirt better," jeno hoisted himself on the bed, "it gives me better access-"

"Don’t even think about it!" You whipped a pillow straight to his head, he wasn’t quick to dodge as it hit him perfectly where you wanted it to, "I’m about to choose the jeans."

The boy tilted his head as he pouted at the two choices in your hand, Jeno preferred the innocent look on women but this wasn’t for him--in fact it wasn’t for anyone except yourself, but he couldn’t stop from staring at the pretty baby pink skirt.

"How about you try them on and pick which one you think looks better on you." He smiled that eye smile of his after having a little war with himself.

You nodded your head and rushed to the bathroom to throw on one of the bottoms first.

Once you came back, you stood in front of jeno with the jeans on and checked yourself out in the mirror. It hugged your waist sweetly and complimented your legs well, but you didn’t think this was going to be the winner out of the two.

"Okay maybe a skirt would look better." You whispered loud enough for jeno to hear.

"Told you! Skirts suit you better anyways." Jeno sat against the headboard in victory as you went back to change into a skirt. The only thing left was a top, but jeno seemed to already have that covered when he threw a white laced bralette at your face. "This is cute." He made heart eyes at the bralette you held up.

"It is but don't you think it would show too much?" You questioned, though you couldn’t lie that you were a bit tempted to wear it though it did cut a bit low.

"Dude its fine, a lot of other girls wear way worse stuff than what I just gave you."

You decided to trust jenos words, and left to put on the shirt. Unsurprisingly it looked amazing with the skirt and your beautiful skin. So maybe jeno was good at picking clothes out, but you wouldn't tell him that.

After doing any last few touches you had, you and jeno left after saying goodbye to jimin, who was still checking jeno out, and left for the party.

"You’re not gonna change?" You wondered as you sat in the car.

Jeno shrugged and smiled, "I’m a guy so I don't care what I wear."

"Thats cap."

Jeno rolled his eyes and began driving to the destination. Sometime during the ride you snatched his phone to find a good song to play, ignoring the boy who whined as you took it from him.

After finding a song and placing the phone back down, you carelessly started belching the lyrics out to purposely irritate jeno who was struggling to not pull the car over and leave.

"Y/n, who sings this song?"

"Michael Jackson, why?"

"Please keep it that way."

"I-"

"And we are here!!" Jeno slammed on his breaks and peacefully left the car as if he didn’t just insult your singing. You got out, a bit intimidated by the crowd of people standing outside dancing with drinks in hand while others smoked. Girls all in tight shirts that hugged them perfectly or the shorts that made their ass pop almost literally. Boys being boys by taking shots or chugging their beer in competitions. This was all new to you and somehow you found yourself clinging onto jenos arm like a little girl.

"Is it always this crowded?" You looked up waiting for his answer.

"Yeah but that's because it's lucas' party. He always knows how to bring people in," he looked around at some of the unfamiliar faces that were chilling by the entrance, "c’mon let's go inside."

Jeno dragged you in like you were the lightest thing and passed you a cup once at a table filled with drinks.

"Want something. Maybe a shot?" Jeno winked as you scoffed.

You looked between the variety of drinks, they were all too strong or too bitter for your liking because of your lack of drinking so it only made your face scrunch, "These are all disgusting."

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you're a light weight!" Jeno complained but needless to say he still grabbed your cup, barely filling it with some alcohol and handed it back.

You looked at the somewhat dark liquid and sniffed it. Not the sweetest scent, but it is what it is. Tilting your head back, you drank the small amount that jeno gave you and he watched with wide eyes as you coughed at the intense flavor. Something like a mix of cinnamon.

"...you just drank fireball.." jeno mumbled but you were still focused on the burning sensation in the back of your throat. It definitely isn’t a smooth drink and its fairly strong, something you can't take, but you shook the cup in his face for more, "Are you trying to get wasted?"

"Well we are at a party-"

"Y/NNN!!!!" A voice interrupted the conversation and you both turned to see none other than lucas himself running towards you with wide arms, two cups in hand, and a huge smile on his face. "I haven't seen you in so long!!" Lucas engulfed you in a bear crushing hug making jeno laugh behind you.

"You saw me last week." You said in his chest, still being crushed by the giant.

"That’s a long time for some people, be considerate man." Lucas let go, drinking out of the cup in his right hand. "So what brought you here? You never come to parties."

"I asked jeno-"

Lucas spat out his drink, "Jeno!?" He looked behind you to jeno smiling and waving at him. "I think i drank too much cuz im seeing shit." He stared into his drink.

Jeno chuckled and took the other drink out of lucas' hand, "You aren't seeing things." He started drinking from the cup and Lucas frowned watching the younger. "She just wanted to come with me for some reason."

Lucas looked at you and you nodded back, "Then now that you're here, get drunk so we can play games."

"More fireball?" Jeno lifted the bottle up and Lucas nodded.

"More fireball."

You shouldn't have taken more than 2 shots of fireball. It was impossible for you to think straight, in fact, you found yourself sitting on jenos lap with him being equally as drunk, well, maybe not as bad but still pretty hammered. 

There were even times where you both would start flirting with no context. From someone else's point of view, it was probably funny, but to you and him, it was like you wanted to get into each others pants.

"Look," jeno lazily pointed over to the entrance where seulgi walked in with jaemin close behind. "I have a plan if you wanna do it."

"Hmm," you frowned at the two, jaemin was smiling at seulgi who was talking his ear off and giving him subtle flirtatious hints while she walked to the drink table, "Sure what is it?"

Smirking, jeno moved his hand lower on your waist, "Promise you won't kill me after this?"

"Depends on what you're gonna do."

Jeno reached to take a sip of beer, knowing that after this night he'd be throwing up from all the drinking, "Ill do it when he looks over."

A drunken pout sat on your face as you were so curious to know what he had in mind, but jeno still grinned at your behavior, rubbing up and down on your waist.

What shocked you the most was when jeno suddenly put his lips on yours. You've figured out by now that this was his plan so you didn't push him off.

Though you couldn't see it, jenos was staring into jaemins eyes as he smirked against your lips. It was like he beat jaemin at something and came up to the top for once. But you were too focused in making out with jeno to even notice the burning eyes in your back, watching as jeno gripped your hips and kissed you back hungrily like a devil. He tasted like alcohol and you couldn't say you were any sweeter, but maybe it was the intoxication that made you start to enjoy this moment a little more than you should’ve.

"W-what the hell...?" Jeno pulled back hesitantly looking behind you. Trying to look back, jeno took you by the face making you look at him, "Please only look at me."

"Whyyyy?" You leaned into his hand and jeno almost softened up but clenched his jaw in return.

"Drink some water." He changed the subject, handing you his bottle of water that he kept with him the entire time for whenever any of you needed it, and right now seemed like the time.

You swatted his hand away, almost spilling the water and started, "But I wanna look."

"Unless you want to see jaemin shoving his tongue down seulgis throat, I suggest you don’t."

"Hes what!??"

Jeno giggled like a little school girl probably from your furious face, "Its what you get, so don't even get mad when you do the same thing."

"But you’re the one who kissed me first, I only went along with it." Your growled and took a heavy chug from the water you pushed away. "I’m mad at you."

"Should’ve pushed me off."

"I figured you did it for a reason."

"Then don’t get mad."

"I- you- I'm gonna be mad!!"

Jeno rubbed his temples like you were the most infuriating thing known to man. He doesn't know how jaemin could put up with you and hes amazed how far he got with your antics. It was ticking him off but he didn't want to just drop you now, it was still somewhat fun.

"We should go dance." You looked towards the many groups of sweaty people grinding on each other, having a good time enjoying the party. You sighed, it would be fun you thought. 

Jeno perked up at your sudden mood change noticing how you weren't in the slightest mad anymore, now registering that you have mood swings when you're drunk or tipsy.

"I don’t dance."

"Don’t lie! You're literally a dancer, c’mon!" You got up off his lap and hoisted him up, bringing him to the dance floor. He placed his hands on your hips as you moved against him, just letting the music flow through you and let your body move on its own.

You didn’t actually care if jaemin saw you grinding on his best friend because right now, you were actually having fun. Maybe it was because you were wasted or maybe it was because of the excitement and happiness here that made you love it so much. Either way, you found joy just dancing with jeno.

"Isn't this fun?" You moved your head to smirk at him, but jeno seemed a bit uncomfortable.

"Maybe if you weren't grinding on me, I'd say yes, but right now it's a hard no."

You knew what he meant and that’s why you pushed back a bit. Stopping when he gripped your hips in a way that hurt a bit.

"Stop it y/n." He whispered in your ear.

You whined and said, "Make me." Jeno stood back, not sure what to do right now. He may be a fuck boy but he has boundaries. Plus you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying.

"We should go home."

"But I wanna dance and have fun with you!!" You voice came out slurred and jeno automatically took another step back.

"Not gonna happen, you’re wasted." Grabbing your hand, he walked towards the front door so he could bring you home, but of course this would be the perfect time for jaemin to stop him.

"Whats wrong with her?" His voice was laced with concern seeing your current state; droopy eyes, and a way too happy smile.

"Shes drunk so I’m taking her back home." Jeno tried walking passed but jaemin stopped him again. If jeno wasn’t as drunk or tispy, jaemin probably would’ve let him bring you back, but jaemin couldn’t be so sure and wanted you safe. Plus, he may or may not be a bit mad at jeno.

"No stay, I can bring her back." Jaemin pushed, not because he wanted to show you discipline for the last few days, but because he was genuinely worried for your current state.

"What about seulgi?"

Jaemin looked back at the girl who was now talking with some of her friends, clearly not paying attention or taking notice of his disappearance. "She'll be fine." He brushed it off, "Lemme take y/n."

It took a few seconds for jeno to let go of your hand and stand back for jaemin to take you before you fell over. But he was so gentle with you, and because of that jeno was sure jaemin wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

"Be careful." Jeno said, jaemin nodded back and walked away with you slightly stumbling down the stairs just after he said that.

You started giggling at yourself while jaemin was actually struggling to keep you up. Somehow though, he made it to the car before you tripped and out your seat belt on before climbing in the drivers seat.

"Nana, where are we going?" You slurred.

Jaemin smiled at the little nickname you never used, "To my house if that’s fine with you."

"Your house is nice." Leaning against the window, you rested your head as you started zoning out.

Jaemin didn't mind though, he wanted you to get some rest, at least before he got to his house so he could put you to bed. But it wasn't like you'd sleep for long because the drive was only 5 minutes. 

When jaemin started carrying you out, that was when you started putting up a fight. Not only was jaemin try his best to not get angry, but he also tried to reason with himself when you started whining and pushing him away. Either sweet talk or show who's in charge.

"Y/n please cut it out, I’m just bringing you to my room." Jaemin groaned, struggling to keep you still in his arms.

"But I wanna walk."

"You can barely walk right now."

You didn’t care and continued moving around and kicking his arms away trying to get him to put you down, but just like you--he was stubborn and he carried you the whole way to his bed.

Softly putting you down, he went to grab some clothes for you. When he came back you already discarded your skirt and were about to take your bralette off until jaemin stopped you.

"What are you doing?" He pulled your hand away from the strap.

"I wanna play with you."

Jaemin shook his head at your sad face and pulled your body closer to his so he could start getting you changed, "Its almost 3am and you're drunk." but you whined once he rejected you.

“So what? Im still giving you my consent anyway.” You said, smiling at him as he took your top off, quickly putting a shirt on to cover you up. He wondered how you could wear such a tight top without feeling uncomfortable.

“You're not giving me full consent, y/n. I’m not gonna take advantage of you.” He stepped away after dressing you. Jaemin had only put a shirt on you and just left you in your underwear since it seemed the most comfortable. 

Jaemin changed too, only wearing sweatpants and no shirt because he was most comfortable that way himself, and crawled into bed with you. Somehow you found yourself already snuggled into his chest, breathing in his delicious cologne.

“Goodnight nana.” you mumbled into his chest.

“Goodnight princess,” jaemin hesitated for a second before speaking again, “nana loves you.”

You woke up to a painful headache and an empty bed. You knew where you were at least, but didn’t know how you got here. The last think you remembered was sitting with lucas, jeno and some other people playing a game of beer pong. That was probably when you got hammered, but why where you at jaemins house?

As much as you wanted to sit up and go find jaemin, your headache is what kept you in bed.

“Jaemin!!” You screamed, the sound of feet came running up the stairs.

“What is it? Are you okay? Do you need water? Medicine?” Question after question and jaemin seemed worried at your distressed state.

“Medicine and water would be nice actually.” You murmured and jaemin was already on his way to get what you needed.

Jaemin handed you two pills and a glass of ice water. You thanked him and took them, swallowing both the pills and the water at the same time.

“Do you need anything else?” His face still held concern and you almost wondered why he wasn’t mad at you like he had been for the past few days. Though you easily brushed it off as a sign that maybe he let you off the hook.

“No I’m good now.” You shook your head causing jaemin to sigh in relief and fall on the bed next to you. He gave you space, letting you cuddle and wrap yourself up in his blankets assuming that you were trying to find ways to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. And as much as he wanted to hold you, he was almost too scared to. It was funny really. Jaemin; the most out-going yet introverted person ever, was too scared to touch you right now.

Maybe it was his feelings getting the best of him or maybe he was too scared to finally fall in love with someone hes afraid of hurting in the end.

[emilysshortstories]

Steven Meeks Part 2

Still haven’t thought of a title but I’m liking this story so lets just roll with it. Also if someone could teach me how to put in a continue reading thing I would love you.

Words: 1607

Warnings: a bit of a love triangle? clique plot points?

My alarm clock blaring through my ears abruptly woke me up. 6:oo AM it read for I had to get ready early and stop by all my teachers' classrooms before classes actually started. They had to give me my course work for the week and I had to complete daily assignments and turn them in at the end of the day. I had the same deadlines as anyone else, just got my course work early. My old highschool was a similar format so I was used to this, just not used to waking up so goddamn early. At least this is only on Monday’s. I had United States History, Earth Science, Trigonometry, and Latin to get to before 8 o’clock. My uncle said he will explain everything to me in his classroom at 2, so I didn’t have to worry about english at least. 

Now I see why everyone that gets through this school is a fucking genuious. I have not one but two history textbooks, I have to read a chapter a day in one of them and the other I have to read and complete all the questions for a chapter every other day. I have to do a chapter, with questions, everyday in Earth science. For Trig I read a chapter Monday and Wednesday, complete a sheet of 25 questions Tuesday and Thursday, and then have a test every Friday. I was given 30 words to memorize by Friday for Latin. Yes, I’ll have a test in latin every Friday as well. At least I know my uncle isn’t a sadist and won’t give me or his students an excessive amount of work. 

I carried all four of my textbooks and school work outside with a large towel. I figured if I don’t have to be stuck in a classroom and can complete my course work on my own time, might as well make the most of it and do it in the sun away from everyone. I have 4 hours before I have to be at my uncle's classroom, so let's see how much of this crap I can get done. 

I was done with history and just started the questions for Earth Science when I heard the school bell, signaling the 15 minute passing period. Not thinking anything of it I continued my work, that is until the sun was suddenly hidden from me. “Hey Charlie, what’s going on?” I asked, looking around to see 6 other boys behind him, including ‘Steven the red head’. My smile grew as we made eye contact. “I was about to ask the same thing, what you working on?” Charlie asked me, crouching down to sit next to me with the rest of his pose following suit. “Earth science, I got all my coursework for the week this morning so I’m just going through what’s due at the end of the day”. “Sounds boring to me, but if you ever need help, meeks is the genius of this school”. Charlie said as he pointed to Steven. “I thought your name was Steven?” I asked, turning to face him. 

“What?” he said, sounding surprised at something. 

“I thought your name was Steven, at least that’s what your father called you when we first met”

“You remember that?” 

“Of course I do, so why Meeks?”

“It’s his last name” - “It’s my last name” both Charlie and Meeks said at the same time, which made me laugh a bit. 

“What do you personally prefer though?” I asked.

“Meeks.” He said very abruptly compared to his previous tone. 

“Okay, Meeks it is then, although I don’t make any promises to not call you Stevie when I’m teasing you.” I say trying to lighten the mood, everyone was just too quiet. “So you going to introduce me to the rest of your boy band Charlie?”

“Sure. This is Knox Overstreet, Todd Anderson, Neil Perry, Gerald Pitts, and Richard Cameron.” This made me burst out in laughter, “Your name is Dick Cam??” I asked, this being the funniest thing I’ve heard all week, but the question made everyone start to giggle as well. Everyone but Cameron of course, who just turned as red as his hair and walked away. “Oh I’m just teasing!” I yelled as he walked, “Sorry!!” I yelled louder, hoping he heard me. “I didn’t mean to offend, I'm sorry” I say to Charlie, actually feeling quite bad. “No! That was the best thing I’ve heard in my life, how did we not notice that?” Charlie asked the boys, but no one replied, they just kept laughing. Everyone but Meeks, who was looking down at the ground and playing with a corner of my towel.

“Is my towel more interesting than my joke there Stevie?” I ask and shuffle a little closer to him while the other boys separate into their own conversation. Good.

“N-no, I was laughing I promise-”

“I’m just messing with you- Stevie” 

“Right” said with a sigh and a long pause. “Charlie was right though, you can always ask for help if you need it, even if I can’t help you I’ll point you to someone who can.” he said so fast I barely understood. 

“Thank you , I really appreciate that.” I smiled at him, hoping that would calm his nerves. “You guys don’t really see a lot of girls going to a school like this do you?”

“No, not at all.”

“Well I come in peace I promise. Even if my jokes can seem a bit pointed at times.”

We both looked up at each other and held eye contact, much like the moment we first met. Yet this time it was deeper, like we understood what we were trying to say to another without having to come out and say it. I hoped he could see how much I liked him and would do something about it, but our moment was rudely interrupted by the school bell. 

“Alright, time to go back to prison.” Charlie said, standing up, the boys following suit once again. Every boy but Meeks. “I-I-I’ll see you around Y/N” he said. “What time do you have English?” I asked a little too suddenly. “We all have it at 2” Charlie answered for him, ‘goddamnit let him answer his own questions man.’ “Great, my uncle told me to stop by his classroom at that time, so I’ll see you then” I said with a smile, only looking at Meeks, hoping to not only make eye contact again but also get Charlie to get the hint. “Bye” Meeks said to me. “Bye”.

It’s hard to focus on Earth Science after that, but I tried my best and actually finished all my questions and my trig chapter by the time 1:45 rolled around. Getting up, gathering up all my stuff, and heading to his class. I had my paperwork in my hands underneath the textbooks, with the towel draped on top, slightly obstructing my vision. “Fuck” I said as I reached the english building doors. Going outside was easy when all I had to do to open the doors was lean against them, but now that I was faced with a handle bar I had to pull. This was proving to be a lot more difficult than I had initially anticipated. Trying to balance everything into my left arm, I reached out my fingers to grasp the door, too scared to move my whole arm, and moving my towel into my chest with my chin so I can see what I’m doing. Even that didn’t work unfortunately as my towel fell to the ground. Closing my eyes and heaving a deep sigh, only to open them and see Meeks picking up my towel. “Thank you” I said thinking he was going to put the towel back on the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but started to blush when he draped it over his own shoulders and opened the door for me. I walked through the door- “Here” Meeks said from my left before taking two of my three textbooks out of my hands. “Thank you, that’s really sweet of you” I said, impressed with how kind he was. “No problem, I can help you take these to your room before two is you need?” he asked, now being able to look me in my face without books in the way. “Thanks, yeah it's just right in here through Mike’s office.” I said, leading the way, hearing Meeks chuckle behind me. “What?” I asked, turning around. “Nothing, just I’ve never heard anyone call Mr. Keating ‘Mike’ before”. “Oh, sorry about that, to me he will always be uncle Mike”. “That’s okay, I liked it”.

We walked in silence to my room where Meeks set my books down on my desk. “We should get to class, I have no idea what my uncle has planned” I said. “Okay”. ‘Not a man of many words, endearing.’

“All of you know my niece, Y/N. Mr. Nolan said that she wouldn’t be attending any classes but seeming that I plan to listen to opinions and presentations, so giving her a bunch of paperwork really wouldn’t be the best idea. So she will be joining this class, any questions? No, okay good now let's go.” My uncle preached before just waltzing out of the classroom. I knew he wanted me to follow him but the others who didn’t know how my uncle can be just seemed confused. So I said “That means he wants us to follow him” and I walked out of the classroom on the same path as my, sometimes strange, uncle Mike. 

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Ask: Me and the gang walk into the school and students make way for us instantly. We head to our lockers and put out things away and stand there chatting and laughing until our convo turns more serious. N brings up the fact that there's a new group asking around about another group that they'd hope to recruit. Automatically, we know its us.* me: For now, we should keep a low profile, then. I'll talk to the girls and ask them what they know. N: Good tell them to tell their boyfriends to keep an eye out for anyone trying to recruit them and get their info. Hyuk, you'll go with her and lead their BF's group- report to Ravi if you find anything. Leo, you'll keep watch over the students for anyone acting suspicious, then report back to Ravi anything or anyone that stands out. Ken, I want you to mingle with the students and staff, report anything to Leo. Ravi, you're gonna stay with me and report directly to me. Lastly, Hongbin, stay with .... . Everyone: Got it. *The bell rings and we each go our separate ways. Ken mingles, Leo watches, Hyuk gives his orders to my friends bf's, Hongbin stays with me and guards me, Ravi is on standby, awaiting info, and N waits patiently. I'm is in first of the day, Trig, when I spots a new face. He's very young looking, almost too young for High School- big innocent-looking eyes, youthful features, and a sly smirk- his clothes, though, don't match his face at all in terms of innocence. I scan the room for anyone else who stands out and find 5 others. They all look like trouble.* Hmmm *carefully, I snap a picture of the guy somewhat in front of me before he or anyone else can spot me and take a note of him being new and there being 5 others, the time, and the class. Waits for an opportunity to take the other's pictures before class starts. I text Hongbin who I've spotted and he watches to make sure no one's noticed what I'm doing. He sits right next to me

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everything seems to be going fine as we all wait for the bell to ring. It's not surprising that we all have the same class together to begin with since our superiors did have a bit of power in getting us into this school and choosing what classes we'd go into. We all gather and sit close to each other so that we can pass on information about who we think could be involved with the remaining gang and who we know are involved in other gangs from the other students in this class. 

RenJun has a particular eye for calling out girls since he's more open to the truth that some gangs actually allow them. The girl sitting in the third seat from the door in the first row, the girl sitting in the seventh seat in the row behind us, and the girl sitting in the first seat in the eighth row. Jeno has already called out the members of the gangs that we're already aware of, and Haehcan helps me keep a look out for any possible guys. Jaemin and Chenle keep guard of anyone who seems suspicious while also directing us to act more naturally seeing as they're the two most playful out of us here. So far all I've seen are a bunch of love-sick couples not trying at all to hide their over-the-top drunkenness for pda and a pair, l one girl and one guy, sitting together watching everyone else in the room, the girl occasionally playing with her phone. Nothing much that I'd take into consideration as noteworthy but I'll jot it down since we can't let any of our observations slide. "Fuck!... When is this damn class going to start?" I mutter under my breath as I realize Haechan chiming in with Chenle and Jaemin's roles. I turn around to face the front of the class, laying my chin in my hand on the desk. "This is so fucking boring and school hasn't even started yet"..... I want to go out and actually be working with the rest of my group.

~MafiaMark

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worked on by admin ~Savie and admin Ahreum Rhea

[madamefist]

Hey, so yeah I’m still here. And I actually did some writing. In fact, it’s the longest chapter of this story so far. Yes, I’m shocked too. Enjoy 🖤 I’ll try to keep the momentum going so hopefully the next update won’t be so long.

Chapters - 12/? Fandom - The Powerpuff Girls Characters - Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, Brick, Butch, Boomer Tags - Slightly AU, aged up characters, future fic, married life, adulthood, parenthood, drama, romance Sequel to Poison & Wine - best to be familiar with this story for clarity Summary - Blossom has some demons to face, Bubbles has some demons to beat, and Buttercup has three demons to raise, thanks to Butch. PPG & RRB in their mid 30's trying to navigate adult life, marriage and parenthood - slightly AU but not really.

‘Chapter 12: You sure were greedy’ snippet:

The moment Buttercup had called Jay down to the front room, the letter held aloft in her hand, the young teen had been immediately sheepish, even being as bold as to curse under his breath.

“I don’t know what it’s about, okay! I haven’t done anything!” He yelped, and his mother sighed lightly. 

“Jay…” She murmured until he started to speak again. 

“I haven’t! Seriously! I mean okay - I maybe skipped a couple of lessons but -” 

“You’re skipping class?!” Buttercup cried and Jay’s viridian eyes flitted to his father. 

“Dad knows about it!” 

Butch’s jaw dropped open as Buttercup’s steely gaze flashed to Butch now too. The whole ‘calling him Dad’ thing didn’t have the same shine on it when he was throwing him under the bus. 

“What the fuck man?” Butch muttered. 

“You knew he was skipping class?” Her hands rested on her hips, the letter still gripped in one of them.

“I knew he’d skipped one class. Once. A while back.” Butch lamely defended himself. 

“And you said you didn’t care! You said you get what you put in with school and if I don’t put a lot in I won’t get a lot out of it. And that it was fine!” Jay continued.

“Butch!” Buttercup exclaimed, whacking him on the arm. 

“Dude, come on!” Butch winced. 

“What - he’s right! Math is bullshit.” Jay folded his arms across his chest pointedly. 

“Jay!”  

“Tell me when you needed to use trigonometry last in your day to day life - go on, tell me and I’ll go to class again.” The young boy challenged her; but his mother was not impressed by his logic. 

“You’ll go to class anyway!” She instructed firmly. 

“But it’s boring as fu-” 

“Go to class so you don't turn into a little dumb ass!” She snapped, and he pouted. “And you -” Now she’d turned to her husband-to-be. “Don’t tell him shit like that or next thing you know he’ll be trying to drop out completely!” 

“But babe - he has a point - I mean when did you use trig last -” Her glare had intensified, the green ruff decided it was smarter to stop talking right now. “Listen to your mama bud.” 

Jay’s face dropped. “What?! But, but you skip too!” 

“Huh?” Buttercup’s face screwed up in confusion. 

“You were skipping work.” Jay elaborated, ratting his Dad out. 

“Traitor.” Butch hissed. 

"If I'm going down I'm taking you with me!" Jay replied firmly.

...

You can read Break The Cycle here and here 🖤

[volleychumps]

HEY HEY HEY!!! hagsfdjkhg okay so i was studying and that reminded me of sth. Like how would study dates go with the Haikyuu boys? (more specifically Kuroo, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Bokuto, Semi, Goshiki)(Alsooo i dont know if youve got a limit for characters so feel free to omit some of them if you wish ^^)

Study Dates w/ Kuroo, Akaashi, Iwa, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Semi

Kuroo

-Surprisingly enough, Kuroo is actually really good at studying

-like actually though, when you were shocked he was actually offended

- “...did you actually think I was dumb?” 

- “I plead the fifth.” 

-Likes to lay his head on your lap while you type your assignment w/ your laptop on the armrest of the sofa as he reads his assignment w/ the spine folded in half

-fuck his reading glasses made him really hot

- Would help you proofread your papers and would pop your back for you if the study session was long

-Distracts you, though

- “What?” You peer down at him curiously when his eyes are off his assignment and just staring up at you 

- “Babe...can you like, pet my hair?” 

-  “What are you, a cat? I can’t type with one hand.” 

- “Then don’t type.” hoe closes your laptop for you while smirking, waiting for you to give him attention as you hit him with a deadpan stare

- “I should’ve known you were being quiet for too long.” 

- Closes his eyes and sighs in relief when you run a hand through his hair, making you shake your head as you open your laptop back up 

- Maybe you could type with one hand 

Akaashi

- Smart hoe is probably gonna be tutoring you with what you need help on

- Claims he’s not that smart, but passes classes without really trying

- Probably super patient with you, and gives you soft little praises when you get a problem right

-When you’re visibly stressed, he’d leave and come back with your favorite hot beverage while rubbing your shoulders until the tension leaves 

- When he’s doing his own assignments, you catch him tracing the pads of his fingers around the crevices in your hand absent-mindedly 

- You’re probably the one who gets more distracted than you’re genius boyfriend 

- “Akaashi, can we just cuddle?”

- “..Don’t you need to work more on this?” 

- “But...” When your lips form into a pout, he sighs before giving in, watching with a blank stare as you dive into his bed and under the covers, ready to nap 

- Rolls his eyes, but grabs a textbook on the subject you need help on before getting into bed with you and pulling you into his side, opening the book so you can study together

- he can’t help the small smile on his face when you whine, shushing you

- “Compromise, love, okay?” 

Iwaizumi 

- Would probably take you to study at a cafe w/ soft music in the background w/ comfy seats by the window

- Gets focused and into his work quickly, and releases a soft sigh after a few minutes, hands stilling over his keyboard 

- “Why are you staring at me?” 

- “You’re really cute.” 

- “Do your work, (y/n)” 

- You pout at the fact he hadn’t used your nickname before shoving in your earbuds and ignoring the look of confusion that passed his face when you actually listened without putting up a fight 

- Goes back to his own assignment after shrugging it off, reaching out to take your hand across the table 

- You pull your hand away innocently before he can do so, pretending to change the song on your playlist as you ignore the look of seriously? written across his face

- “Is there something wrong?” 

- “Nope, nothing at all, Iwa.” 

- You actually become involved w/ your work and don’t notice the realization dawn on to him before he scoffs and leaves the table, leaving you to sit alone

- wow what a bitch- 

- Until he comes back with two mugs of your favorite drink, reaching one out to you as you take it suspiciously 

- “Take a break, babe.” 

- When you visibly perk up he rolls his eyes as he blows the steam from his mug, a small smirk on the corner of his lips 

- “You’re too much.”

- “I love you too.” 

Oikawa

- For God sakes, this boy gets so distracted but his glasses make him hotter tho

- “Oikawa, physics isn’t like serving a volleyball-” 

- “Hear me out, okay? So, the volleyball has an intial velocity- are you with me?- and from there-” 

- “Baby, we’re studying English right now.” 

-Would probably share the space on one of your beds to do the assignment, you on the foot of the bed criss cross and him with his back pressed against the headboard with his legs stretched out 

- When you’re doing your own assignments with a focused look on your face, this hoe would poke your cheek, marveling at how you didn’t even react before continuing to do it

- You glance at his handsome self sideways “Hm. Are you bored? I couldn’t tell.” 

- “Ne, give me a kiss.” 

- “Oikawa no.” 

- “Please?” 

- “I said-” 

- “What, do you hate my kisses or something?” 

- “Can I please just work-” 

- Cuts you off mid-sentence with a peck on your lips as he retracts, a smirk on his features 

- “Okay. All energized now. Time to study!” 

-ugh this boy

- Gets invested in his own work after awhile, and when you finish before him you pull his glasses off his face before crawling into his lap with the frames now resting on your nose,

- the now closed laptop falls to his side as he eyes you with a smirk “Oho, what’s this?” 

- “Shut up. Done yet?” 

- “I am now, cutie. Let’s nap.” 

Bokuto

- ooooh boy good luck

- “Bokuto, it’s not the end of the world if you can’t do this problem. Stop pouting please, I don’t like seeing you sad.” 

- “If I can’t do this...what if I can never make you happy?” 

- “Babe whAt” 

- Gets easily depressed when he gets to a problem he can’t do, but boasts about himself when he’s able to do it with ease 

- “See that, baby? Yeah, I’m smart. You’re dating someone smart, how does it feel?” 

- “Bokuto, there are eight more.” 

-Nuzzles into your shoulder when he gets distracted, and physically pushes the papers you’re working on away when he wants attention 

- Random acts of affection here and there when you’re focused, including him gaping at how easily you seemed to be able to do your work compared to him, making him pepper your face with kisses out of nowhere

- “How are you cute and smart?! That’s not fair, give me some!” 

- Would study at a place with an outdoor patio, and you’d have to tap his forehead to stop his eyes from wandering every where else except his assignment

- “Babe, we can go on a date after this if you get your assignment done on time.” 

- You’ve never seen your boy more quiet and focused in your entire life 

Semi

- “Why don’t you understand this? It’s easy stuff! God, this is troublesome...” 

- “We can’t all be good at Trig, Semi. You don’t have to help me if you don’t want to.” 

- Semi blinks once, realizing his tone took on an edge that was borderline offensive as you remain unfazed, now looking up an online tutor to help you 

- “I...” 

- When you look up from your computer questioningly, Semi looks away quickly, looking embarrassed 

- “I didn’t mean to...” 

- “I know.” 

- would sit and do his work on the bed while you sat at his desk in silence, with him occasionally looking up at you once in a while, wondering why you were so quiet

- Semi, I’m just focused like damn- 

- when he can’t stand the silence anymore, you blink in question when he’s suddenly behind your chair as he slips the hair tie off your wrist, now pooling your hair from around your neck 

- “What are you doing?” 

- “You usually study with your hair up...”

- You smile a little, knowing this was his apology for snapping at you earlier with his temper 

- Strangely, his bun was super tight and efficient, and you lean your head back to look up at him from an upside down angle as he remains in his spot behind your chair 

- “I love you.” 

- Blushy tsundere boy turns beet red as you giggle, watching him stomp back to his spot on the bed in embarrassment 

- “What was that?” You turn slightly when he mumbles under his breath. 

- “I said I love you too! Is that a problem or something?” 

- “Ugh, come here.Let’s take a break. I’ll cuddle you.” 

- “Wha-? I’ll cuddle you dammit, not the other way around.” 

- “Yes, yes, whatever you say.” 

[liquorisce]

reading between the lines (High School Years, Ch 2)

pairing: eren x mikasa (shingeki no kyojin) // mild erehisu, yumihisu

rating: t

summary: (modern au) Junior year is difficult, especially for Mikasa, because it turns out Eren’s decided to test the dating scene. 

(banter, jealousy... and lots of feelings)

part 1 | read on ao3

A/N: this chapter has been a long time coming (5 years omg), and tbh I have a lovely anon to thank, who messaged me asking for a sequel to hsy, which made me actually want to put down my scrambled headcanons on paper. if you're reading this anon, i'm truly grateful for the push you gave me. 

NOTE: although i intended a sequel, this is a COMPANION fic to chapter 1, it is meant to fill up the gaps in the story that the previous chapter didnt tell you. i hope you enjoy :)

Today was not one of Eren’s favourite days, for 2 reasons. For one, the day started off with … an encounter. Two, today they would be getting the results of their final trig assessment, which Eren knows perfectly well he didn’t have a chance of passing.

The ‘encounter’ happens pretty much without preamble.

…

i.

“… Hey, it’s Eren, right?” He turns around from his conversation with Armin, to see the same guy from a couple of weeks ago, the one who was talking about Mikasa, and her pretty hair. (he wasn’t wrong)  

“Yeah?” He does his best not to let the subconscious irritation seep into his tone.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot the other day,” the guy with the oddly horse-shaped face says, “… My name’s Jean.”

“… Nice to meet you,” he says awkwardly delivering his dishonest words.

“… So, I wanted to be straight up with you,” Jean says, cheeks oddly pink. “About Mikasa… and you. I’ve heard some rumours, and I thought it best to address it with you directly, because I really don’t want to cause any trouble.”   Clearing his throat, he says, “Are you guys… y’know, together?”

It’s in the way Jean speaks, he thinks, or the way he talks about Mikasa (or even thinks of her?) - it makes him want to ram his fist right in the middle of his ugly face. And because he was too busy clenching his fists to actually respond, Armin says with a laugh, “… Ah, don’t worry, Mikasa is totally single.”

And then proceeds to wink at Jean.

Eren can barely believe his eyes and ears. And once Jean is out of earshot he hisses, “… what the fuck, Armin?”

Armin blinks up at him innocently. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

 “… You didn’t have to encourage him,” Eren mumbles petulantly, when he admits to himself that Armin did, in fact, say nothing wrong.

 “Erm, why not?” He sighs, “Look, I know you… worry about Mikasa,” Armin keeps his tone as neutral and veiled as possible, because worried is definitely not all Eren feels for Mikasa, “… but Jean is a good guy! And if anyone deserves attention from a good guy, it’s her.”

…

 ii.

 She finds him lurking near his locker, stuffing his crumpled papers in, probably wishing away their existence.

“That bad, huh?” She asks, hiding away her grin at his predictable reaction. Eren has always been predisposed too sulking - whether he was a 7-year-old who wasn’t the fastest on the field or 16-something and having just received his trigonometry results.

“… You look like you did just fine,” he mutters, not having to see the A+ on her paper to know that Mikasa had no problem acing the trig test (or any other test).

“You could just ask me for help, Eren. I could help you out for the retakes,” she offers softly, not for the first time.

He sighs. When he glances at her, dark eyes offering earnestly, he knows she means it without any pride or arrogance, but he isn’t able to suppress the prick of his own ego that has him mumbling, “… the mandatory remedial lessons should do just fine.”

…

iii.

When he shows up for class, he sees only a couple of others unfamiliar faces, so he curses under his breath at his own ineptitude towards mathematics for getting him in this situation and takes a spot at the back of the class.

The Support teacher - Erd, he calls himself, apparently too young to be addressed ‘Mr.’ or any of that - seems just as tired as the rest of them, sighing at the lack of answers, obviously frustrated at the complete lack of interest or gratitude of the teenagers in front of him.

So, 20 minutes into the 1-hour lesson, when the short blonde walks in, out-of-breath and apologetic, the sarcasm in his tone is biting. “You’ve already missed 1/3rd of this class, you might as well have stayed out entirely and practiced your cheer routines.”

Eren watches sympathetically at the visible cringe on Krista’s face and offers her an empathetic smile as she takes the seat next to him.

Later when they’ve been informed that the retake is just an assignment filled with proofs and average difficulty problems that they can do in pairs, he looks at Krista, the only known person in the room.

They weren’t that close, but they had quite a few mutual friends what with him playing basketball and her being part of the cheer team. So, when she says, “… see you at the library tomorrow evening?” with a pretty smile across her pretty features, he grins gratefully.

..

She doesn’t struggle with trig even half as much as he does. In fact, she seemed to be happy to do most of the work herself and explain her solutions - if he actually had the interest to understand them.

“I don’t understand,” he admits after she solves the 5th problem in a row effortlessly, “you seem to have everything down already. How come you didn’t pass the test?”

Her eyes skittered nervously away from him. “I was… sick,” she mutters. “I couldn’t really focus.”

He eyes her closely, observing the sudden change in her countenance. Usually Krista was all easy smiles, twinkle in her blue eyes. Now, she looks uneasy, unwell almost. Deciding it wasn’t his place to pry, “… Well, I guess I turned out to be the lucky one in all this,” he grins, “… I get to hang out with you and have you do my assignment.”

She rolls her eyes. To be honest, she’d enjoyed the past couple of evenings with him. Eren was easy to talk to, despite being somewhat of an airhead and being completely incapable of anything remotely math related. But regardless, he made her laugh and just about forget what happened the morning before she showed up for this test, with fresh tears choking her throat, and purpling bruises on her thighs.

“I guess you owe me then,” she quips back, smugly.

“… I definitely do,” he says smoothly, green eyes watching her in a way that makes her feel warm. “How can I make it up to you?”

Flustered, because she hadn’t expected his easy response, she mumbles, “… Dinner?” And with red cheeks hidden by her blonde bangs, she whispers, “I like pizza.”

…

iv.

She finds him at the end of the day, on one of the wooden tables outside the basketball court, chin resting in his hands, eyes glued to his laptop.

“… Hey,” she breathes, giggling when startled green eyes flash up to her, body jerking in surprise.

“Damn, you got me,” he grins, pushing his laptop away and leaning up for a brief kiss. She’s happy to return it, and she lets her fingers wind into his hair, enjoying it for a moment longer.

“Mmm,” she mumbles, “I saw you closing that browser window,” she teases, wrestling control of his laptop, “watcha lookin’ at?”

When she manages to open his browser history – much to Eren’s protest – her eyes widen. “Women’s dresses, spring collection??” She waggles her eyebrows at him.

“… It’s not for me,” he grumbles, deciding to make it painstakingly clear before Krista enthusiastically begins to tell him what dress would suit him the most – he knows his girlfriend, crossdressing would be absolutely acceptable, if not encouraged – and he watches her eyes feign disappointment.

“… Boring,” she sighs, rolling her pretty blue eyes, “I don’t see how you’re not curious about how you look in a dress,” – she gasps, hand flying over her mouth, “Wait… was that… a surprise… for me?”

“… Um,” Eren starts, intelligently, because the situation that was already awkward in his opinion, just became even more so. “Well,” he gulps, taking in the sparkle in her eyes, knowing fully well just how much she likes surprises, feeling guilty even thought he needn’t be, “itsformikasa.”

He hangs his head in apparent apology, but more so because he doesn’t want to see the disappointment flit across her features.

“… Oh.”

He chances a glance at her, and there’s no particular emotion per se, and it worries him, because she gets this faraway look in her eye sometimes, and he can’t really tell what’s going on, and they’ve only been together a few months and he’s not an expert in reading her silences –

“I see, is it for her birthday or something?” Her tone is measured, and she’s looking pointedly at the screen.

“Um… yeah.” Eren sighs, wondering what the hell was up with his own reaction. He had nothing to feel guilty about – where did that even come from anyway? – Mikasa’s his… family (or something). Shopping for her was normal. He did it every year. This isn’t something he needed to hide.

“Yeah, it’s next month,” he says, giving her a smile. There was no need for this to be awkward if he didn’t make it so. Besides, it wasn’t like he was buying her lingerie or something! (he brushed this thought aside faster than the red blush crept up his neck)

“Do you think, you could help me with it?” He blurts this out, partially in an attempt to distract the weird atmosphere, and also partially because he could really use the help.

Krista blinks. “Err, yeah. Sure.” She pulls up Mikasa’s profile on Instagram. “Let’s see,” she murmurs… Turtlenecks… Jeans… a ridiculously modest swimsuit that she wore to a pool party two years ago. The sexiest outfit on her entire profile was probably her in her tennis shorts and that had more to do with Mikasa’s undeniably ripped body than anything else.

She looks up at Eren, who’s still looking at her tentatively, green eyes unsure.

This whole thing was silly anyway, she thinks, offering him a genuine smile. He and Mikasa were close (and they lived together, which she did her best not to think about), but this wasn’t a surprise so it’s about time that it came up in some way in their relationship. In any case, she hadn’t felt any hostility from the raven-haired beauty and Eren was usually quite forthcoming about everything, so she didn’t really have anything to worry about.

“So, um, does she have a favourite colour or something?” She’s eager to kill the awkward mood and is grateful to see his shoulders visibly relax as he ponders.

“… Red, I think. Maybe, like, a darker shade. Sort of… maroon, y’know?” He thinks of the scarf he gave Mikasa when they were younger. It was a ratty, yet fluffy maroon thing which she was absolutely terrible at tying, but she wears it everywhere during the winter, even though his father had a bought her a better one at some point.

They peruse their options for a bit, and Krista picks out a deep red number, a shimmery satin one, with slinky straps and a slit that travels up an already high hemline. It wasn’t really a spring dress but more of a cocktail night outfit, and Eren is weirdly embarrassed thinking of Mikasa in it.

He eyes the screen incredulously. “… Somehow, I just can’t picture Mikasa wearing something like that.” He opens up another link, to a denim overall dress, “… now this, she would wear.”

“And that,” Krista retorts, “is why she’s still single. She has an amazing body; she should flaunt it.”

“… What would she wear it to?” Eren asks, unconvinced. (Also, what was wrong with Mikasa being single?) “… Student council meetings? Debate competitions?! I just,” –

“Parties, Eren,” she says, exasperated, “… it’s high school!”

“You know she doesn’t” –

“Drag her to some! C’mon, we’re going to be seniors soon. She’ll thank you for it!”

…

v.

Six hours later, she’s closing up her shift at her part-time job. It’s a job she’d rather keep hidden – from her friends at school and the law – because she isn’t sure what the age policy was in these kinds of establishments. It worked out because it was close enough to home, and between her and the bartender, the tips compensated the poor wages. Plus, the bartender – a slightly older girl named Ymir with a pretty fringe and a sharp tongue – was genuinely fan to hang out with. And she was surprisingly protective of the small blonde, particularly with the rougher customers, whom Ymir scared off quite effectively with her glares.

“So,” she says, as she scrubs the counter clean, “… I helped my boyfriend buy a dress today.”  

She doesn’t turn back to see her, but she can hear Ymir’s raised eyebrows as she says, cheekily, “… I didn’t realize you guys were into that stuff.”

Snorting, she replies, “Well that would be interesting. But no, it was for his, um, friend. Or something.” Or something, because sometimes Eren refers to Mikasa as his best friend, sometimes his family, and sometimes it just felt like… something else, basically.

She turns around to look at Ymir, who says nothing, continuing to rinse the rest of the glasses. “Her name’s Mikasa,” she continues, her voice getting oddly unsure, “They’ve known each other forever. They even… live together.”

“… What,” Ymir stares at her in disbelief.

“It’s not like that,” Krista finds herself sounding defensive, “Eren’s dad is her guardian… or something. Has been for some years. So, it’s not like they moved in together…”

She elects to skip the part where Eren’s dad is a doctor with Doctors without Borders and is barely home for more than a couple of months a year. She didn’t like the look Ymir was giving her anyway.

“So… they’re like brother-sister or what?”

“No,” she says, realizing that the word came out more vehement than she intended. But she knows that was definitely not the way Eren saw their relationship.

“… Krista,” Ymir starts, and the blonde can tell by the tone of her voice that she’s going to get all protective on her, “… I know you’re in high school, and… you’re dating – as you should – but you don’t have to waste your time on shady boys.”

At this she laughs because, “Eren’s not shady, he’s a nice guy,” –

“… You could get anyone you want; I mean look at you, you’re beautiful.”

The defense that was bubbling up in her throat suddenly stilled, because there’s something about the way Ymir just said that – called her beautiful – earnestly, quietly, and it made her feel funny. It took her breath away for a very brief second and replaced it with a warm flush that creeps up her neck.

It’s strange, she’s heard it before from so many boys with obvious motivations; Eren’s always calling her pretty, and complimenting her eyes or whatever… But when Ymir said it, and looked at her like that, honey brown eyes, deep with unnamed emotion, all she could do was avert her eyes.

…

vi.

It’s 7pm and the library’s home only to the nerds by now. The librarian is lax (and underpaid) enough to ignore the low buzz of two over-enthusiastic AP chemistry students that grates on Mikasa’s ears.

Ordinarily she’d just plug her earphones in and ignore the world to focus on the assignment at hand. But today she accepts anything to distract her from the scene earlier at home. And even though Armin’s sitting right next to her, supposedly doing his own thing, she doesn’t miss the worried glances he sends her every now and then, which she really doesn’t want to address.

Her feelings for Eren were a well-known secret by now, just as well-known as the fact that he clearly didn’t return those feelings, so she wasn’t particularly in the mood for Armin’s indulgent pity… regardless of how well-intentioned it was.

So, when its 8pm and the librarian is shooing them out, and she bumps into Jean, she’s grateful for the few extra minutes of conversation surrounding absolutely nothing important.

When they continue to the parking lot, their conversation having progressed from awkward conversation starters to an animated discussion on Jean’s tennis form, Armin’s well and truly realized that he has no place here.

After Armin’s said his goodbyes and Mikasa recognizes that she doesn’t mind staying away from home and possibly Eren and Krista in the middle of their 5th round, she asks Jean, “… so do you like Chinese food?”

…

When she walks in a little after 10 pm, cheeks cold from the night air, there’s a small grin on her cheeks, because she’s made a new friend today, whose company she genuinely enjoyed.

But when she enters the living room to see Eren fast asleep on the couch, she finds herself staring in the face of the reality she’d tried so hard to escape. It’s difficult to ignore the ruffled quality of his brown hair, mussed up in a way that could only have been achieved by someone (a very blonde, very beautiful someone) raking their hands through it.

She can’t help the wave of irritation that sweeps through her - so she doesn’t bother to soften her footsteps as she walks up the wooden stairs.

Minutes later, she hears his sleepy voice at her door. “Hey,” he says, and she can hear the smile in his voice, “you were out pretty late, so I left you some dinner. We made pasta, it’s not as good as yours but,” -

“… I ate already,” she says, tone clipped.

“Oh.” He’s quiet, just watching her put her things away, and there’s irrational tears pricking at her eyes, anger, and frustration that she knows she doesn’t have the right to, so she doesn’t turn to acknowledge him. “… Mikasa, are you…,” he clears his throat, “… is something wrong?”

When she says nothing, he sighs, turning, “… Well, if you want to talk about it, you know I’m always here,” -

“… Could you please go over to Krista’s house next time?”

She colours, surprised at herself for her outburst of honesty. But her blush pales in comparison to Eren’s as he processes what she’s saying. “… This is my house,” he sputters, “… I don’t think it’s unreasonable for me to want to bring my girlfriend over.”

“Well, it’s not just ‘bringing her over’, is it?”

His eyes widen in disbelief. “… What I do with Krista, in my personal space, is definitely not your business, Mikasa.”

“It is when I can hear it, Eren,” she retorts, as he shuts the door forcefully behind him.

…

vii.

It’s been two weeks since that… confrontation, and Mikasa’s barely spoken to him since.

She leaves before he does, makes sure dinner’s left out on the stove for him, whether he needs it or not, and locks her door when she’s done. And although he’s found himself staring awkwardly at that shut door multiple times, he’s never had the courage to actually knock.

He simply cannot comprehend this situation because despite the numerous arguments they’ve had in the past - it was always him, whining about something like a petty child and sulking till he got his way - she’d never truly been mad at him. And she’d never, ever, gone days without talking to him. And as he stares at the locker next to his (it was Mikasa’s) with a horrible ache in his chest, he is well and truly sure that he loathes this situation.

So, when small hands reach around his waist, enveloping him in a tight embrace, his subconscious reaction is to jerk back in annoyance. “I didn’t realise it was you,” he murmurs apologetically, rubbing her hands softly.

“… Who else would it be?” Krista asks, somewhat thrown off by this mood that had been festering for days now.

“You ask some very valid questions there, babe,” he mutters, a distracted half-smile on his face.

Taking a deep breath (determined to shake him out of his pensive aura), she whispers, “… You know, I don’t have work today.” She leans against him, reaching up to murmur in his ear, “we could hang out at yours for a while, if you want?”

She makes it clear what she means by “hanging out” by the way she presses up against him, and even though he’s responded with fervent enthusiasm to a similar invitation in the past, today he just averts his gaze, awkwardly.

Swallowing the rejection with a graceful exterior, she puts an arm’s length of distance between them. “… What’s going on, Eren? Your head’s been somewhere else all week.”

And before he starts to stay that it’s nothing, just that he has some stuff going on, she says, “… does this have something to do with Mikasa?”

His green gaze jerks up at her, startled with unfortunate honesty. “… I haven’t seen you talk to her all week.”

“…I,” he starts, but his throat closes up, for some reason, unsure whether he should really tell her what happened. He doesn’t want to put her in the middle of something that was clearly between him and Mikasa.

But with every passing second, the guilty look on his face only begins to feed the fears that she had successfully kept dormant all this while. “… Did something happen between the two of you?”

And when he looks into her eyes, bright blues seeping insecurity, he says, hurriedly, “… wait, I hope you aren’t thinking that we,” - he inhales sharply, wondering how he manages so successfully to upset the women in his life - “God, no. We had a misunderstanding, that’s all. She said something, I was pretty rude to her, and I shouldn’t have been.”

“And,” he murmurs, admitting it to himself, finally, “I’ve just taken too long to apologize.”

…

She’s barely finished washing the vegetables for dinner, when she hears the thud of the front door closing loudly.

(She remembers Carla reprimanding him every time, for not being gentler)

Mikasa has managed to avoid Eren successfully these past days, because she knows his schedule, knows that despite his complete lack of organization, he’s fairly predictable. And with his recent interest in a particular cheerleader, he almost invariably never comes home before 8.30 PM. So, when she hears him enter their kitchen at little over 7, she isn’t prepared.

She isn’t prepared because she’s been quite cowardly, saying things that she had no business saying, and then being unable to own up to it, unable to apologize to him. Because she knew that when she looks at him, she’ll feel the way she feels right now - taking in the sight of him, drizzle droplets fresh in his brown hair, as he runs a hand through it, his mouth twisting into an awkward grin. She knew she’d realize that her feelings for Eren were never really much of a choice, they just were.  

“… I brought your favourite dumplings from Li’s,” he announces. “And I brought an extra serving of the spicy soy sauce so we don’t have to fight over who gets the last bit.”

…

He’s grateful for the small smile that forms on her face when she accepts the dumplings (the peace treaty as he calls it in his head), and for the small banter that she indulges him in as they eat.

After they’re stuffed with dumplings and inconsequential conversation, he clears his throat, because he remembers he came home early tonight with a certain conviction.

But as she does with most things, she beats him to it. “… Eren, about the other day,” she looks at him earnestly, “… I had no right to demand that of you. I’m sorry.”

And when he’s still quiet, she mumbles quickly, “I don’t know what got into me that day, honestly, I,” -

“Don’t apologise, Mikasa,” he says, a strange disquiet taking over him as he replays her words, “… the last thing I want, is to make you feel uncomfortable.” Or to make you feel like you can’t demand what you want from me.

This is the part that settles into him slowly, that somehow, the one person in his life that he’s always felt he could ask anything of, could demand anything of, and actually receive it without fail… she didn’t feel that she could count on the same from him. And it twisted painfully inside of him.

“I appreciate that, Eren. But honestly, I’ll get used to it… so don’t worry.” She smiles, in that genuine way of hers, small lips, curving shyly, “… and who knows, maybe someday I’ll want to ‘bring someone over’ too.”

She laughs as she does the air quotes and even though he manages a small grin in response, all he can say, without really meaning it, is –

“Yeah… Of course, yeah.”

…

 viii.

 She takes her frustration out on the cash register. “… Damn thing doesn’t open when I need it to, and doesn’t close when I want it to,” she mutters under her breath.

 “You just need to show it some love,” Ymir says, amused, promptly closing the problematic register without any difficulty. “… Go sit, I’ll close up here.”

 She does as she’s told, pouting slightly, but she’s grateful for the older girl’s help and understanding. “So… want a beer before I close the tap?” Ymir asks with a wink.

 “You need to stop offering underage girls alcohol,” Krista whispers, scanning the room hastily.

 The brunette rolls her eyes. “You need to stop with the innocent act every time. You’re a hot cheerleader for god’s sakes, everyone knows what goes on at your high school parties,”  -

 “Ok ok,” she acquiesces, suppressing the blush at Ymir’s offhanded compliment and deciding that that there was no point in panicking every time they did this, “… but only if you join me.”

 “Cheers,” Ymir says, offering her glass to Krista’s and taking a generous gulp. “So, tell me. Boy trouble, again?”

 Krista nurses her drink slowly before taking a sip.

 To Krista, Eren was a breath of fresh air. He didn’t hover, he didn’t foam at the mouth every time she spoke to another guy, didn’t hound her if she didn’t pick up his phone call.

 Does he even care? Ymir had asked her once scathingly, but she had disregarded it, grateful for the freedom she felt in his embrace. Freedom from toxic attachment, from past trauma or unresolved baggage like the one she was destined to carry. When she was around him, she had felt different. Lighter almost, as if this persona that she had created for herself could actually have a shot at happiness after all.

 But lately she’d begun to wonder if she’d just been fooling herself… again. She’d begun to question if she had just convinced herself to see the promise of something that was never there.

 “… I thought this guy was one of the good ones,” Ymir says, watching Krista closely.

 “He is…” she sighs, “He is one of the good ones. It’s just…” she trails off, unsure if she should give voice to her thoughts. “Ah fuck it, I’m just feeling a little insecure, it’ll be fine…”

 “… Is this about that sexy flatmate of his?”

 She winces, feeling exposed. It often felt that way with Ymir. Like there was no point to any of the barriers she had worked so hard in constructing.

 “She is attractive,” Krista admits, begrudgingly. “… I’m only surprised Eren hasn’t noticed that.”  

 “… But that’s what you’re worried about, aren’t you? That he has noticed that of late?” Ymir narrows her eyes at Krista. “You should just ask him about it!”

 “I did,” she states defensively, “… and he said there was nothing,” -

 “… Oh, sure there’s nothing. I can’t believe he thinks he can lie to you and get away with it,” -

 “Ymir, I trust him, he’s my boyfriend,” -

 “But that’s the problem with you. You just trust everyone, and you let them walk all over you. You did this with Reiner and now with,” -

 “Ok,” she whispers, “Stop it, Ymir.”

 “… Krista, you need to trust your gut about this sort of thing. If your gut is telling you that he’s a lying asshole, then you should just dump his ass and,” -

 “… See this is why I didn’t want to tell you about this,” she cries, her voice rising In frustration. Because this is how it’s always been with Ymir, no one she dates is ever good enough, no decision she makes is ever smart enough.

 “You’re always shitting on my boyfriends. And I know you were justified about the last one, but,” her voice cracks just a little bit, because at the end of it all, she just feels weak, “… it feels like you’re just taking a massive crap on me as well.”

 “I didn’t mean,” Ymir starts apologetically, brown eyes remorseful, “… look, that wasn’t my intention.”

 She takes her hand, slowly, lets her long fingers intertwine with Krista’s smaller, dainty ones.  The crumpled expression on Krista’s features has her regretting ever opening her big mouth. But she was tired of seeing one person after another, enter her Krista’s life, and undo the progress she was trying so desperately to make.

“… The truth is,” she takes a deep breath, ready to unleash a truth that’s been stifled for so long, she can’t even remember when it first sprouted, “I think you’re pretty fucking amazing. And I see you wasting all your time and your feelings on these stupid boys who don’t deserve you.” The words come out quickly, rushed almost. A sharp contrast to how long they’ve festered in Ymir’s chest, growing and growing until these feelings knew no reason.

 Ymir doesn’t look at her, she keeps her gaze focused on Krista’s hand, afraid of what might happen if Krista understands the depth of feeling behind her words. But more important than her feelings, there were some things she wanted Krista to see clearly.

 “Did you tell him about your father, Krista? What he does to you when his wife isn’t looking?”

 Krista tugs on her hand, a wave of unbridled panic spreading at the mention of her father. “I trusted you with that information, Ymir, you promised you’d never bring it up,” -

 “… Did you tell him your real name?”

 She can’t answer this question, even though she knows the answer, knows it’s an emphatic ‘no’ - but she cannot answer because there’s an overwhelming lump in her throat, and it’s taking everything from her to barely keep it together.

 “… Let go of me, Ymir,” she pleads, and that’s when Ymir loosens her grip.

 “… You trusted me to keep quiet about your secrets - and I’m fine with that. I’m fine with doing anything you ask of me,” her teeth grit together, because she doesn’t know, Krista doesn’t know just how much she would do.  

 “You asked me not to do anything about the fact that your father is hurting you, and it even though it kills me, I listened to you. But now I see you hurting yourself in this farcical relationship with fabricated feelings for some boy who doesn’t treat you the way you deserve, and I don’t know if I can be quiet about that anymore.”

 And because it’s grown too large, too much to keep inside of her anymore, she whispers, “I love you, Historia. And if you want me to let go of you, I will. But,” she brushes her lips gently against Krista’s cheek, “… You can trust me with your secrets, and your heart, if you’d let me, because I could take care of you.” She feels a warm tear roll down Krista’s cheek and her heart clenches, “… I could make you happy.”

 …

ix. 

 “… I really appreciate you making time for this,” she murmurs, as she watches him lay the white lilies at her parent’s grave.

 He always remembers, without her prompting, because the first time he’d come with her, she’d spent hours crying at their gravestone, telling him tear-filled anecdotes of the dishes her Mama cooked, the bedtime stories her Papa told, the flowers that they used to grow in their garden together (white lilies).

 “C’mon Mikasa,” he rolls his eyes at her, “… we do this every year. Why wouldn’t I make time for this?” And why the hell are you thanking me?

 She can’t really explain it to him, the possibly childish notion that she thought he might be too busy with his girlfriend to remember the death anniversary of her parents. She regrets doubting him, regrets that of late she’s been so clouded by petty jealousy, that she hasn’t truly appreciated how little he’s changed around her.

 “It’s ridiculous,” she confesses, softly, “… you’ve given me everything. A home… A family.” She smiles at him, somewhat blurry. “But I can’t help it, every year on this day, my mind always goes back to that… moment. I lost them… in what felt like the blink of an eye.”

 He tenses, as he always does when he sees her upset, or shedding a tear. There is a fundamental part of him that deeply despises the sadness on her features; it makes him feel helpless. So, he does the only thing he can - he wraps an arm around her, tucking her face into his shoulder as she snuggles into him.

 “I miss them every day. But you saved me, Eren,” she whispers, dark eyes looking up at him with a gratefulness that he has never known how to accept, and never felt worthy of. “… and now I have you.”

 Her voice trails off, almost wistful. “… I guess the world really can be cruel but beautiful at the same time.”

 …

 x.

 When he stops to think about it, he supposes it really is ridiculous it took them so long to get here. And by here he means - Mikasa wrapped securely in his arms, in his lap, on their couch, taking advantage of the privacy they’ve had all along.

 He feels her tongue flick against his - it makes him shiver - and he can do little more than just wrap himself around her tighter, and sigh into her kiss. Her fingers make their way into his hair, cradling his head, pressing sweet kisses on the side of his mouth, on his jaw, and on the sensitive spot beneath his ear.

 And because Mikasa’s always been a quick study (she’s learnt what he likes, what he’s weak for), he stills her exploration (very reluctantly) before she goes too far.

 “Are you okay…?” He whispers, rubbing a thumb along the dried tear stains on her cheek – a reminder of her tears, of knowing the pain that he’d caused her, bubbled quietly within him, having been quelled temporarily by the glorious feeling of having her in his arms.

 She laughs, shaking her head, “… I love you. I can’t believe I finally get to say it.” She rests her forehead against his, a happy smile forming on her lips.

 “… You could have said it ages ago; you know. No one asked you to keep it inside for this long.” Even though he teases her with his words, his lips drift back to hers, brushing softly, unable to stay away for too long.

 “… Well, you never know, I actually might have said it. If it wasn’t for, you know, you having a girlfriend.” He senses the eye roll, the teasing lilt of her voice, but he can’t help but regret the time he wasted. Because even though Krista was a dear friend, and there were no ill intentions there, now that he is here, chest to chest with the girl he loves, he only wishes he’d been here sooner.

 “You’re going to use that against me forever, aren’t you?”

 She grins in response. “… I have a question though.”

 “Shoot,” he murmurs, nibbling against her lower lip.

 “… Why’d you guys break up?”

 He groans, kissing her jaw testily. “… Do you really want to go into that right now?”

 She hesitates, torn between potentially ruining the mood and needing to know what happened. God knows, she had spent countless nights losing sleep over the details anyway. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s okay, I guess…”

 “It’s fine,” he says quickly, realising that if he wanted to set a precedent where she could ask him anything, then it‘s best he starts now, “… She’s in love with someone else. A girl, actually.”

 Her eyes widen, not having expected that turn of events. “… Please tell me you didn’t ask for a threesome.”

 “What the fuck, Mikasa, of course not!” He pulls back, offended.

 “Good,” she murmurs cheekily, “I’ve raised you well.”

 “Hmm,” he hums, “Speaking of ‘raising me’, you should probably stop saying stuff like that. Do you know that Connie asked if you were like a ’sister’ to me?”

 He grins, seeing the shocked expression on her face. That’s exactly how he had felt when he was posed that question, with a little mortification added to the mix. “… Is that really how everyone sees our… relationship?”

 His fingers drift to hers, where they rest on his chest. “We’ve been living together for a while now,” he caresses her knuckles absentmindedly, “Kids our age… they don’t really understand it, I guess. Anyway, it doesn’t matter.”

 “My turn: I have a question for you,” he murmurs. This is a question he’s long considered, stopped only by his embarrassment, fielding it from others only to put the vaguest labels on it.

 “… What am I to you, Mikasa?”

 The question throws her, because even though she’s told him candidly how she feels, that she loves him, she always has, he is asking her, right now, to define their relationship.

 The very notion, the expression that flits on her tongue, bubbles up in her heart with an exciting warmth, even though she hopes this is just temporary, that it will grow, that Eren is so many things and will be so many things to her that she cannot possibly define right now - “… My boyfriend, of course.”

- fin - 

A/N:  i've been really nervous to post em, because its just been so long, and the writer that wrote chap 1 is different from the one that wrote chap 2, and honestly i dont even know if there are inconsistencies. so my request to you, dear reader, is to please let me know if i have made any fuck ups in writing this - or if you have any ideas for pacing, or storytelling that could possibly help me improve.

also there will be a chapter 3 focusing on eremika’s sexual exploration~