#i would love to sit in on a film studies class and have the professor rip this film apart it has such potential

[almondcroissantsandink]

A sketch page made for a movie that came out before I was born??? Anything for Ewan McGregor 

[4unnyr0se]

❥ study sesh | satoru gojo

warnings: college au!, fem reader, gojo is submissive lol, goldren retriever gojo, gojo isn't very smart but thats okay we love him, fingering, roughness, making out, hickeys, top! reader, geto is mentioned several times, couch sex, readers favorite kind of sushi is also my favorite kind, degrading, insecure reader, asphyxiation, mentions of vaping and drinking, mentions of marijuana use, protected sex, choso mentioned, geto is a bastard, doordash is expensive and i dont like that

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 4k

Gojo groaned at the email he was just sent, running his hands down his pale face in annoyance. He slammed his laptop closed and tossed his head back, groaning exasperatingly. Failing a required class, seriously? Out of all the things he could do at university this was by far the most cliche. So annoyingly cliche, like his entire college life was a very niche film. Rolling his azure blue eyes, Gojo opened his laptop to reread the email his professor sent him. His high-and-mighty professor had arranged a tutoring session with the only tutor for History of Japan 201. Lucky him.

“Dickhead,” Gojo mumbled, pushing himself out of his rolling chair. He quickly stretched and placed his laptop inside his backpack along with the mess of empty vapes and crumbled-up phone numbers that he swore he would text (he never did.) He checked out how he looked in the mirror, adjusting his v-neck collar and fluffing out his snow-white hair just a little bit. He may not have known who you were yet, but he’d be damned if he didn’t look fine at any given moment.

“Yo, I’m going out.” Gojo spoke to Geto, his suitmate. Geto took the joint out of his mouth and raised an eyebrow, offering the blunt to Gojo. 

“Why? There are no parties happening tonight, at least not that I know of.” Geto asked, sitting up on the edge of his bed. Geto’s bed was significantly nicer than Gojo’s his sheets didn’t have any suspicious stains on them and they smelled like laundry.

“Fucking Professor Yaga is making me go to a tutoring session for my history class. Says if I don’t do it then my grade’ll be tanked.” Gojo sighed, running his hands through his hair as he leaned against the door to their apartment.

“Tanked? You mean your grade was good this time around?” Geto smirked, putting out the joint at the bottom of his shoe.

“If you count a 59% as good,” Gojo shrugged, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Oh, you’re fucked man.” Geto laughed, laying back down on his bed. “Good luck with the history nerd, you’ll need it.”

“Fuck off man,” Gojo punched Geto on the arm, eliciting a smug chuckle out of Geto’s throat. “I’ll be back when I’ll be back. If you’re bringing a girl over, text first. If I have to see your face covered in cum again I’ll vomit.”

“What, someone jealous?” Geto rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Whatever man, see you.” Gojo walked out of his apartment, walking down the steps in a hurry. “And get the fuck out of my room! You have your own!” He yelled up the stairs, knowing the chance of Geto hearing him was slim to none.

He put his headphones on, turning up the music to drown out his thoughts. What if you were fucking annoying, or shitty at teaching? How fucked would he be then? Even worse, what if you were too good at your job and Gojo’s grade skyrocketed? Would he be asked to become a tutor? No one fucking wants that, especially not him. Tutoring was for losers and virgins, and he certainly wasn’t any of those.

Gojo walked across campus with a spring in his gait, nodding to the girls who waved at him. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for girls (and occasionally the female professors) to get flustered when he walked past them. His classmate fainted one time he asked her for a pencil, but he thought she was probably faking it. It wasn’t a secret that Gojo was a known player on and off the campus, but why did the women he slept with have to exaggerate everything? It felt fake, artificial. Gojo liked his women to be lively, to be real. 

Whatever, he didn’t need to think about that right now. Gojo approached the library, taking off his headphones and placing them over the curve of his neck. He sat down at a table near the back end where all the books were stored, slowly gathering dust. Hell, some of them haven’t been touched in decades. Maybe it was for a good reason.

“There you are! I looked everywhere.” His ears perked up at the sound of a feminine voice approaching him, his ocean eyes turning to get a look at you. You stood in front of him, clutching your messenger bag in your left hand and a pencil in the other. “You’re five minutes late, you know. Now we only have 55 minutes to go over the material instead of an hour, dummy.”

Gojo rolled his eyes and opened up his backpack, fishing aimlessly for a pencil and a sheet of paper. An empty puffbar fell out and landed on the carpeted floor, which made you raise an eyebrow. Gojo coughed and picked it up hastily, shoving it back inside his black hole of a book bag.

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen a vape before,” He muttered, adjusting his posture.

“No, I have. I’m just surprised that you like that flavor. Blue raspberry ice is so basic.” You retort, sitting down across from him. Spreading out some papers from your messenger bag, you hand Gojo a highlighter and a pen, both in the color blue. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to highlight what’s important on the documents and write them down on the notebook paper. After that we’ll make flashcards from your notes and just do those until the hour is up, does that sound okay?” You looked at him, taking out your pen and paper to observe how he studied. You didn’t need to review the material, you knew it all by heart anyway. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, it was such a treat to have the academic fate of Satoru Gojo in your hands. Like a little bird trapped in a cage, except this bird was unironically stupid.

“I’d rather kill myself, but okay. Anything to pass this lame-ass lecture.” Gojo muttered in frustration, pulling the lecture documents forward. His eyes lightly skimmed over them, not absorbing much of the information anyway. He could just do this in his apartment, why did Professor Yaga feel the need to torture him with this useless tutoring session? Because his professor hated him, that’s why.

“Hey, don’t diss Japanese history. It’s fun sometimes if you forget about all the wars and whatever.” You softly giggled, curling a lock of your hair behind your ear. Gojo looked up from his highlighting to stare at you for a brief moment, the ghost of a smile touching his plump lips. 

‘Cute,’ He thought to himself, turning his attention to the documents once more. He continued to sneak an occasional glance at you to gauge what kind of person you were. Were you a typical history nerd, or was this a persona you put on to protect yourself? Gojo always had a way of reading people, but you remained a mystery to him.

Gojo would groan in frustration frequently, covering it up with a hasty cough. Why couldn’t he read you, and why did he want to get to know you better? This has never happened before with him, not sure for quite a while. 

“Uh, are you okay? You’ve been coughing the entire time, do you need to go home or something? I can always email Yaga and tell him you aren’t feeling the best.” You spoke, packing up your pen and papers neatly into your bag, a stark contrast to the way that Gojo’s bag could be considered a biohazard. 

“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Just thinking real hard about the Heian period is all.” He smirked, covering up his hazy mind with quick wit.

“Mhm, I’m sure you were, princess.” You retorted, flashing a smug grin at him. “By the way, thanks for completely reinforcing the stereotype of a dumb frat guy. Keeps my image of your kind on track.”

“The fuck you mean by that?” Gojo asked defensively, getting up and throwing his bookbag over his shoulder. “Are you saying that all frat guys are stupid or something?”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, pretty boy.” You began to walk to the door, grinning to yourself as Gojo quickly caught up to you in just a few paces.

“You’re something else, girl.” He spoke, walking with you out of the library towards the university center. “I like that. Where are you going?” Gojo asked, following you like a lost puppy.

You rolled your eyes, stopping in your tracks. “To the university center. I want dinner.”

Gojo shook his head and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the path. “No way, I’m not letting my tutor get food poisoning from a shithole like that. I’ll order us something, okay?” He flashed his pearly whites at you, which you couldn’t help but admire. For such a disorganized slob he sure knew how to take care of his hygiene. 

You raised an eyebrow skeptically, not minding how he wrapped his arm around you. Almost like Gojo wanted to protect you weirdly enough. “And why would you order me food? All I did was teach you about the Heian period, it wasn’t anything.” You babbled on in an ill attempt to make excuses.

“Just let me buy dinner for you, okay? We can go back to my apartment and study some more there, the library is suffocating me anyway.” Gojo whined, steering the both of you in the direction of his university apartment. It wasn’t a very long walk from the main campus, and yet he was almost always late to every single one of his classes this semester.

“Suffocating you with knowledge, perhaps. Is your brain seriously that small?”

“Maybe don’t diss the guy that’s paying for your dinner, sweetheart.” Gojo wiggled his thin eyebrows at you, walking up the flights of stairs to his apartment. “My roommate might still be home but don’t worry about him. Suguru is usually too stoned to notice anything.” He turned the key and let you both inside, kicking off his shoes onto the carpet beneath him.

You took off your shoes and placed them beside his own, sitting down on the living room sofa. Gojo had sauntered off somewhere, yelling for his suitmate. “Looks like he isn’t here, probably under a bridge or skating with Choso.” He placed his hands in his pockets and sat down a couple of feet beside you. 

“So, what did you wanna order? Burgers, Chinese? Anything except soba, I fucking hate soba.” Gojo chuckled, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. 

Thinking for a moment, you snapped your fingers together. “Sushi. I haven’t made decent sushi in forever.”

Gojo slowly nodded and opened up a popular food delivery app, hitting the little sashimi icon on the home screen. “A little expensive but okay. D’ya like rolls or sashimi or what?”

“Rolls, spicy. Salmon, if you can.” You told him your preferences, leaning down to take your laptop out of your messenger bag. “I’m making you a Quizlet so that my time here doesn’t feel completely pointless.” As you mumbled to yourself, a tiny little foil packet well out of the side pocket. You grabbed it quickly and shoved it in your front pocket, praying that Gojo didn’t notice. 

“Foods ordered, it wasn’t cheap either. Not that I mind, I got plenty of cash to spare!” Gojo smiled, miming throwing money in the air. 

You let the faintest smile touch your face, typing away at your laptop. “You’re like a puppy, you know. Like those white labs I see all the time.” You looked at him, admiring the way his messy white hair added to his devilishly handsome aura. “They’re pretty cute.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to you, almost teasing you with his proximity. “Are you saying that you think I’m cute, nerd?” He purred, sticking his tongue out.

You blushed and rolled your eyes, closing your laptop. “Maybe, so what if I did? I’m just your tutor. Yaga is giving me extra credit just by talking to you.” You mumbled, noticing that Gojo was still leaning closer to you.

“Well…I think you’re pretty cute too.” He grinned, a blush covering his stupidly adorable face.

Your fingers tensed up in your lap, your gaze locked onto the shag carpet beneath you. You wouldn’t dare look into his eyes, not now. They would only suck you into his sexy blue vortex and then before you knew it you would be on his lap, straddling his waist and making out with his neck.

“You think all girls are pretty, you’re a player for fucks sake.” Your voice was filled with scoff and denial, the tension between you two growing with each passing second. “My friend saw you shoving your tongue down a sorority girl's throat last night, did you think she was cute too?”

“Well, technically yeah but it’s only on the surface. She was attractive but she had no personality, unless you count downing vodka crans as a personality trait.” He pointed out, wrapping his arm around your shoulder once more. You two were pressed against each other, your arms limp at your sides. You had no idea what to do, should you touch him as well? Where would you touch him?

“So…you think my personality makes up for the fact that I don’t have a pretty face?” You sighed, your insecurities surrounding you like haunted spirits.

“No! No way, no.” Gojo assured you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “I think you’re pretty and smart and funny and…I know I’ve only met you a couple hours ago but you’re really fucking sexy.”

You gulped as you felt his warm and large hands on your face, leaning into the touch slightly. Satoru Gojo called you sexy, his history tutor. He thought his history tutor was sexy. You smacked your glossed lips together, your noses touching. “How long until the sushi gets here?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Do you think we could fuck in that amount of time?” You boldly asked, staring into his gorgeous, enchanting blue eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip, your own eyes containing unspoken desires. 

Gojo smirked and pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on the swell of your hips. “Hell yeah, sweetheart.” He whispered, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was slow at first, your arms wrapped around his neck while his own hands trailed up and down your back, occasionally stopping to feel the round flesh of your ass.

Your tongue entered his mouth, doing battle with his wet muscles before exploring his cavern. Gojo groaned at the sensation of your tongues colliding, attempting to shift himself so he was on top.

You pulled away from the kiss and tutted at him, pushing his chest down so he was leaning against the leather texture of the couch. “No, pretty boy, I’m on top this time.” You spoke softly, your voice dripping with sexuality and confidence. 

“This time, huh? You wanna see me again after this?” Gojo smirked, slapping your ass gently. “Someone sure got confident real quick.”

You shrugged and bit down on his bottom lip with your teeth, pulling away a second later. You saw how Gojo reacted to your dominance, how the breath left his lips the second you laid down the law. Your long nails dug into the black tank top he wore, your thumb slipping under the hem to feel his abs.

“You’re so fucking ripped, holy shit.” You breathed out, planting gentle kisses on his neck. You squeezed your legs shut, anxious to receive any friction that would make you feel amazing.

Gojo grinned, taking off his jacket along with his shirt and tossing it behind his head. “What about now, you still like what you see princess?” He chuckled, flexing his biceps to impress you.

“Oh shut up and finger me.” You smiled and rolled your eyes, slamming your lips against his once more. Your hand guided his under the hem of your sweatpants and underneath your panties, prodding them at your weeping entrance. “Fuck me with your fingers before I ride you, Satoru.”

“God, I love it when you tell me what to do.” He groaned, shoving your pants down to your kneecaps along with your panties. He put his fingers inside of his mouth, a popping sound leaving his lips as they were soaked in his spit. “Gotta make sure they don’t hurt you.” He teasingly ran them up your folds, inserting his middle and index finger inside of you slowly. Gojo thrust them up and down at a regular pace, not knowing if you liked it rough or gentle. 

“S-shit, your fingers are so fucking long. Oh shit.” You moaned into his ear, slumping yourself against his muscular chest for support. His fingers continued to drill up and inside of you, observing how you convulsed around him if he fucked his fingers in and out of you at the speed of light. 

“Yeah, you like that pretty girl? You like getting fucked by some dumb frat guy's fingers?” Gojo whispered into your ear, biting the shell harshly. You squealed in pleasure as you felt his thumb rub harsh circles on your clit. Fuck, he was so fucking good with his hands. 

“Fucking love it, holy fuck!” You gasped, feeling your knees start to give way as your orgasm approached. Suddenly, you grabbed Gojo’s wrist and pulled it away from your pulsating core, your breath slow and shallow. 

Gojo raised an eyebrow in confusion, his cock throbbing horribly in his boxers. “Was I too rough or something?” He asked, concerned about his performance. 

You shook your head in assurance, kissing his forehead gently. “N-no, not at all. It’s just that…I wanna cum on your cock, not on your fingers.” You whispered, playing with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “Also…that erection looks pretty fucking painful. Are you gonna let me ride you or what?” You teased, thumbing with the hem.

Almost instantly Gojo’s sweatpants flew off his body, leaving him only in his very tight black boxers. Your hands tugged down on the hem, pulling the boxers down so only his cock and balls were exposed. He was huge, his mushroom tip was pink and he had a large pulsating vein wrapping around the shaft. “Fuck…do you have a condom?” You asked, wanting so badly to just slam yourself down and fuck him senseless.

“Y-yeah, in my bag over there.” Gojo pointed to his discarded backpack at the entrance of his apartment, secretly wishing it would just fly into his hand like Thor with his hammer.

You wobbled over to retrieve the condom, shuffling through old candy wrappers and empty vape pens. Finding it, you practically sprinted over to sit back down on Gojo’s lap. He took the condom from your hands and tore open the foil with his teeth, rolling the latex on with ease. “Fuck, I’ve never been this sensitive before. You’re a witch.” He breathed out, kissing you softly as you hovered yourself above his cock.

“Shh, just lemme fuck you. Alright, baby?” You purred, lowering yourself down onto his cock. You hissed as his thick mushroom head pushed past your entrance, the pleasure outweighing the pain tenfold. “F-fuck, you’re so fucking big.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, pretty girl.” Gojo chuckled, grabbing onto your hips. He pushed you down further onto his cock, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until he’d bottomed out.

You started to move yourself up and down on his cock, bouncing slowly to grow accustomed to his length and girth. You kissed him passionately, gripping his broad and muscular shoulders for support. “Ngh, fuck!” You cried onto his lips, placing his hands on your waist to guide you.

Gojo’s hands pulled you back and forth, up and down on his length until you got the hang of handling how big he was, your hands now groping your tits as you fucked yourself on his cock. The filthy sound of skin slapping and squishing against skin filled the apartment, the still and stiff air being replaced with the intoxicating aroma of sex and lust. 

“God, just like that baby! Fuck, you’re so fucking good at riding this dick princess. Ride my dick, fuck, ride me! Fuck me!” Gojo cried out, resting his head on the cushions behind his naked body as your hips slammed onto his pelvic bone repeatedly, surely leaving bruises for him to wake up to tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking noisy.” You growled, wrapping your hands around his bruised throat. Not enough to stop him from breathing, just enough to let him know who was in charge. 

Gojo whimpered as he felt your hands wrap around his throat, his cock twitching inside of you. He had no idea he liked it when he wasn’t in charge when he was being used like a fucktoy. Gojo fucking loved watching ride him, how your sobbing cunt took his cock so nice and so deep.

You tilted your head to the side and smiled darkly, moving even faster on his cock to the point where you were just bouncing on the abused appendage. “What, baby forgot how to use his words? Are you being fucked too good you can’t even speak, huh? Adorable little slut.” You whispered, your lew words making Gojo want to become yours even more.

“Oh, is somebody gonna fucking cum?” You mocked, pouting your lip. Your grip around his neck tightened as you continued to ride him, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “Fucking cum for me baby, cum like the good little whore you are.”

“Fuck, I’m c-cumming! Fuck, ngh, fuck! Oh my God, fuck! Please” Gojo practically sobbed as his orgasm filled the rubber he wore, his grip on your hips not faltering. He could feel your cunt milk him for all he was worth, still bouncing on him with vigor. “P-please cum, please! Wan’ feel you on me, please!” He begged, his beautiful blue eyes swelling with tears.

You threw your head back as your orgasm finally hit you, pleasure coursing through every single possible vein in your body. “A-ah, shit! Fuck, fuck, oh my God!” You cried out, the bouncing on his cock slowing down as you rode out your high.

Exhausted, you collapsed onto Gojo’s sweaty chest, admiring how good he smelled even after sex. His arm wrapped around your soaked shirt, embracing you gently. “Fuck…that was the best sex I’ve had in a while.” He chuckled, kissing the side of your face.

“Oh yeah? We should do it again sometime after you do your homework of course.” You offered him a half-smirk, pulling yourself off of his now soften cock. You tied the condom and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket, pulling up your sweatpants and panties. “The sushi is probably here by now, should I go get it?” 

“Oh fuck,” Gojo grabbed his phone and unlocked it, seeing the notification that the sushi had been delivered ten minutes ago. “Fuck me, we took thirty minutes! Guess you were wrong about timing there, hm?”

You rolled your eyes and opened the apartment door to be greeted by a smug-looking Geto holding your sushi. “I’ve been standing here for about five minutes, you guys are really fucking loud.” He chuckled, allowing himself inside.

“Really, Satoru? On the couch? I sit there sometimes, dude.” Geto placed a hand on his hip, handing you the boxed sushi.

Gojo rolled his eyes and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He had put his pants back on but his abs were still very much on display.

“Fuck off, Suguru. Please.” Gojo mumbled, squeezing your waist. You smiled at the welcome touch, especially enjoying the banter the two of them shared.

“Seems like you already did, Satoru,” Geto smirked, walking off to his room.

“Fuck you, dickhead!”

[judasgot-it]

Ulterior Motives

A quick fic in celebration of me finishing this semester, and with one of my fav Tecchou frames (i love my husband mwah)

Scenario: Passing class is literally impossible when your professor has a nice ass. So in order to pass, you show him your tits

[Reader is an adult here. also NSFW warning but like it's really not explicit.]

This course had been a nightmare - it was the second time you had taken this class, and your second attempt was just 'barely passing'. Straight C grades across each test and paper, it almost made you want to scream.

It was nearly impossible to pay attention to your lectures when your professor wore tight pants and button-up shirts, like a whore. He was like candy for your eyes, walking around the front of the room and pointing at the board with his authentic Kyu Gunto sword.

Jesus. What a nerd.

How were you supposed to take notes on the history of pan-Asianism when he didn't even know how geeky he was? And when his shirt couldn't even contain his shoulders?

It was so distracting.

Of course you were close to failing.

Last semester had sealed your fate - you had failed so badly that he asked you to personally take the course again, discussing personal study groups and even asking 'Is everything alright?'

No, nothinh really was. But you can't go up and say 'Professor Suehiro, you're too distracting' when it's just his face.

Professor Suehiro was either ignorant or a masochist, forcing you to watch him stroll across the room and talk about the Russo-Japanese war with a warm voice; you prayed he didn't notice how much you shifted your legs.

Why did you sit in the front again? It wasn't a full class, half of them had dropped out throughout the semester, you could have always sat in the back if you really wanted to.

But god.

Every time you made eye contact and saw the spark in his eyes at the passion for his subject - it made you so happy you had a few more months with him. It was hell trying to focus when he looked at you, but it was so exciting each time he did.

Fortunately, it was the last day you had with him. Which meant that the man who tortured you with his existence would be just another page in your life.

Unfortunately, it meant passing your final exam.

You were pretty sure you were going to pass. This time you had studied and really tried, which was better than you could say than last semester - you had stayed up the entire night and got...distracted. (Professor Suehiro had a public Instagram. Of course, you were obsessed)

But you had a card up your sleeve this time. If you failed, then you had a photo of your tits with your number on the back.

It was pretty obvious what the implication was. You spent time trying to position the camera right, getting the right bra and lighting so you would look as fuckable as possible.

Hopefully he didn't notice that your apartments floors were from the 18th century and belonged in a horror film. It was hard to make the photo attractive when you had such a poor workspace.

Parts of you were really hoping he would call - if you can't use your brain to get through college, surely you can use your body, right? Professor Suehiro was attractive, you would have slept with him anyway, grade or not.

The smarter part of you was screaming at you - this was weird. It's really weird, actually.

But you needed every card you could pull to pass.

So against that small intelligent part of your brain that was beaten to death by regurgitating the semester's course material on the exam, you snuck in a photo of your tits and number into the stapled-together papers, praying to god that at the very least, dealing with the consequences later.

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"Oh. Hello Y/n."

Professor Suehiro smiled gently towards you, shuffling papers that you were sure was among the hundreds he had to grade. His hands were elegant as he moved them around - his veins were so beautiful you wanted to bite them.

"You emailed me about my exam? Is there an issue?"

The smarter part of your brain was winning now that you were released from your test anxiety - right after you had left the room, it had won and had stayed winning, making you wish you had never left that stupid photo.

"Not exactly. I did wish to congratulate you on passing this semester - the minimum you needed was a 30, and you scored a 52. That brings you to a 79 as your final grade, if you're alright with that."

His deep voice drawled out the numbers, having them languish on his tongue as he looked down on you.

It was hard to maintain eye contact, so you stared a little past him, observing how his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show the definition of muscle between his chest and collarbones.

"C's are A's for me. I'm happy enough."

It was like a piece of your anxiety left - finally, this class was over. After you walk out of this room, you would quite possibly never think of the Meiji era again. Ever.

Or the sexiest man alive, which was frankly a little disappointing.

"Are you sure? Student's ask me to round their grades usually, so I offer extra credit."

The brunette tilted his head like a puppy, his golden eyes calculating something as they grazed your form.

Today was one of the few outfits you had worn that wasn't revealing - you weren't even wearing a bra, instead opting for a large shirt and a jacket in order to avoid the discomfort.

Maybe he noticed? Fuck. You hope he noticed.

"What is it?"

Maybe it was a date. Or something better.

Was the photo actually paying off?

"I can text it to you if you'd like, you seem to prefer that."

You couldn't tell if he said this with sarcasm or not, but you nodded anyway. He smiled a little - maybe it was the right thing to say?

Casually, he pulled out the photo you left him, staring at the front for a long, hard moment. His face didn't tell you anything about what he was thinking, but you could feel your face warming up in a normal amount of shame, as his eyes turned to look back at you.

Silently, he turned the back of the photo around, typing in your phone number. His face cracked into a smile, his cheeks chasing his eyelashes as they pulled into little crescents.

"Oh! Yea."

Professor Suehiro wasn't well known for understanding social cues, but you could feel his knuckles graze against your chest, with only your thin T-shirt to protect you.

He was definitely far too close into your personal space.

"I don't think you meant to leave this."

His fingers tapped the photo against your chest, causing a furious red to spread across your face.

"Right. Um...you can keep it, if you want."

Why the fuck did you say that?

The older man just took the photo and stared at it for a moment again - it was so embarrassing, feeling like your chest was some sort of science exhibit.

His golden eyes moved back towards you again, after torturing you for the last few minutes.

"Thanks. Nice bra, by the way."

"I appreciate it, Professor Suehiro."

Was that a compliment or just a statement? His voice was hard to really know anything by, and his face currently didn't say much - he was just the same handsome guy who had been torturing you for half a year with your existence.

"Just call me Tecchou."

He leaned in closer, deciding that your personal space was his own as he fixed the collar of your shirt, tugging it around your neck and dragging his fingers across your skin.

What the fuck was that extra credit going to be?

This is very self indulgent but like *shrug emoji* anyway im gonna be a bit more active now I guess

Also edited cuz who is letting me post this while fucked up?

[mirkwoodshewolf]

No following; Planet of the Apes fanfic Chap. 1

*Author's note*

Okay so we're gonna try something new here tumblr. Ever since I saw the new Planet of the apes film a month ago I got interested in the fandom once again but never thought anyone wrote fics for the fandom. After reading some on FF.net as well as here, it got me wanting to write a series while I'm on a writer's block for my current series. And thus this series was born.

This entire series will encompass the Andy Serkis trilogy and will be a Caesar fic. But it is STRICTLY PLATONIC so if that's not your cup of tea, no hate and just move on. This is my story and I'll write it the way I want to.

Now to those who wish to give this series a chance as you read, leave a comment down below if you wish to be tagged for updates (rn I'll be binge posting cause I've already got 10 chapters ready to go and be read).

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, swearing, violence. So this won't be for the light of heart (at least until I get to Dawn and then War).

Taglist:

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@waddles03

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Some say that the bonds between human and animal are a unique thing.  That there’s an unbreakable trust between the two and that they are fated to always be together.  Others say that like soulmates, there’s always an animal for a person who needs them the most.  For me, I would end up having the most unique of all bonds with an animal that is closest to my own species of animal.

This is the story of such a bond, this is the story of Lin and Caesar.

It was nightfall and pouring down rain as I rode home with my best friend Gabriella and her mother.  Gabi and I had known each other since Pre-K after we both had a love for the Disney movie Lilo and Stitch.  From that moment on we’ve been inseparable.  Currently I was getting a ride home with her mom after our strings class.

She and I after school go over to the rec center every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday nights and perform with the San Fransisco Strings and Orchestra for minors.  Gabi plays the cello and I play the violin.  We’re both pretty good if I do say so myself, our teacher tells us that we could eventually go far into the world of music if we set our mind to it.  But I think I’m good cause of my genetics, after all my grandpa was a former music professor and conductor.  But he doesn’t really play anymore, or at least he tries to.

We soon stopped at my house and I said grabbing my things and readied my umbrella.

“Thanks for the ride Mrs. Montez.”

“Anytime Lin sweetie. Watch out crossing the dark, wet sidewalk.”

“I will, see you tomorrow in class Gabi.”

“See yah Lin.” I quickly opened the door and opened up my umbrella before quickly racing across the sidewalk and up the stairs to my front door.  I took my key and unlocked the door but not before waving one final time and soon Mrs. Montez drove off down the road.

I entered inside and shook off my umbrella before hanging it to dry.  I also took off my raincoat and hung it up beside it before walking further into the house proclaiming.

“Hello? Grandpa? Uncle Will?” that’s when I heard the sound of cooing, like a baby cooing but it wasn’t human.  I set my violin case down to the banister by the front door and walked into the study room where I found a large box with holes sitting on the table.  As I got closer to it, I heard my uncle say.

“Oh perfect timing, guess that means I can show you both.” I turned and saw both my uncle and grandpa coming around from the kitchen entry.

“Show me what?” uncle Will walked passed me, ruffled my hair and stood over the box.

“Hey grandpa.”

“Hey sweetheart. Get another gold star from Ms. Honey for good behavior?” I smiled solemnly.  Ms. Honey was my kindergarten teacher, my current teacher is Mr. Simmons. 

My grandpa for the past couple of years has been dealing with Alzheimer’s disease.  Uncle Will told me that it’s a disease that slowly eats away at the brain’s cells, affecting memory and sometimes body function.  You see, my parents died in a plane crash when I was just 3 years old and in their will they had the next guardianship be my grandpa.  But two years ago, that’s when the disease started to take its effect on him.

So my uncle Will had to move in with us to help not only take care of me but of grandpa too.  And when he’s at work and I’m at school, a nice nurse comes in and helps take care of grandpa.

“Grandpa, I’m in the 4th grade. My teacher is Mr. Simmons. You know the nice man you and uncle Will met last month at the school picnic.” He looked dazed for a second but then said.

“Oh right, yeah I knew that.”

“Dad, Lin, come check this out.” Uncle Will said trying to redirect the conversation.  We came over and the second we looked inside, there lay a baby monkey.

“Is that a monkey?” I asked with a head tilt.

“He’s actually a chimpanzee, an ape.” Uncle Will corrected me.  Grandpa was in pure awe as he slowly reached in and touched the baby chimp.

“What is that? Is he injured?” he asked as I took notice of a mark right around the right side of his chest.  It was a prominent balding mark in a unique shape, a long oval shape with an additional stripe at the top.  Kinda reminded me of an incomplete cross or an unfinished F.

“No, I think that’s a birthmark.” Uncle Will said as he crossed into the kitchen and started putting some things into the fridge.  All the while grandpa picked up the baby chimp and lifted him high into the air like he was Simba.  The little guy was just small enough to fit between both of grandpa’s hands.

“Listen Lin,” he told me before he began quoting, “‘But as for Caesar, kneel down, kneel down and wonder.’”

“He’s so cute.” I awed as I reached out and touched his little toes.

“Yeah don’t get too attached, either of you.” Uncle Will told us.

“So why bring him here then if we can’t keep him?” I sassed.

“He’s not a dog or a cat, not even a bunny rabbit. He’s a wild animal. My coworker promised he’d try to find an animal sanctuary for him in a couple of days.” I let out a exasperated groan.

“Animal sanctuaries are still prisons.”

“Don’t get smart young lady.” My uncle playfully reprimanded as he pointed at me.

“It’s not polite to point.” I sassed back.

“Polite? Okay, I’ll show you polite.” My uncle said as he shut the fridge and giving me that narrowed but playful look in his eyes.  I took off running as he raced after me.  I got only up four stairs before I felt two arms wrap around me and he swung me away from the staircase and the next thing I felt was a wet finger in my ear.

“GAHH EWW UNCLE WILL!!!”

“Yeah your mom did this to me all the time when we were kids, now it’s payback.” He laughed.

“I’m innocent in this vile act!” I proclaimed dramatically.

“But you must pay for the sins of thy mother young youth!”

“Will, Maria, you two better stop horsing around in there.” At hearing my mom’s name we both settled down and a somber feeling was in the air.

“He’s been calling me that on and off for the past week.”

“Honestly who can blame him. You look so much like her when she was your age.” He said with a soft smile and he ruffled my hair again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And when have I ever lied about anything in regards to my big sister?”

“Never.”

“Exactly.” He then playfully nudged my side with his before changing the subject.  “Now please tell me you managed to eat dinner cause I’ve had a long day of work and I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Lucky for you, the rec center was hosting a pizza party after the past few months prepping for Districts last week. Maestro Fiyero said we earned a little break after working us so hard.”

“Good. Now why don’t you brush your teeth and get ready for bed.”

“Why does my curfew have to be 9 o’clock? I’m 10 years old, not five.”

“Growing girls needs sleep too you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell grandpa I said goodnight will yah?”

“Will do kid. Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“You too.” I grabbed my violin and raced on upstairs and did my nighttime routine before getting into bed and turning off the light.

As the night progressed, I soon heard the sounds of shrieks coming from the hallway.  I opened my eyes and looked at my clock to see that it was 2:30am.  I got up and let out a cough and muttered to myself.

“Need some juice.” Quietly I walked down the hallway towards the stairs but as I came to the bathroom I could hear the shower running as well as the bathroom sink.  Did grandpa accidentally leave the water running again after taking his shower?  No, Uncle Will would’ve turned it off by now.

I knocked softly on the door and I heard my uncle’s voice say.

“It’s just me dad.”

“I’m not grandpa.” I heard footsteps and the door cracked open and when he saw me, he brought me into the bathroom before closing it.  Immediately I was hit with the heat that had been trapped by the hot water that was coming from both the shower and the sink.

“What are you doing up so late Lin?”

“I heard shrieking and then I got thirsty.”

“Ohh sorry, guess this little guy woke you up too huh?” it was then I took notice of the baby chimp swaddled up in my uncle’s arms.  I looked down at him and he looked up at me, moving his grip from my uncle’s finger to mine as he cooed.

“He looks like he has a cold.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, his nose is kinda runny.”

“Well that’s normal for babies sometimes. He’s barely a day old. You definitely had a runny nose when you were born.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Oh yeah you were quite the little snot monster. The original boogeyman, or boogeygirl.” He said taking his free hand that was on top of the baby chimp and playfully gripped my nose.

“Uncle Will!” I whined softly which made him laugh.  Our moment was stopped as the baby chimp let out a few more coos before snuggling up to uncle Will, all the while the grip on my finger got a bit tighter.  I smiled down at him and said as I stroked my thumb over his tiny fingers.  “Are you sure we can’t keep him?”

“I’ll—think about it. Holding him like this….makes me think back to the day you were born. Boy your mom wouldn’t let me near you at first. Feared I was gonna drop you, she always had that fierce mama bear instinct right from the get-go. Even when we were growing up and as she tormented me at times. When I needed it, she was there with her hot-headed attitude.”

“I miss her uncle Will.”

“Me too kid. Me too.” I leaned up against him and he rested his head on top of mine giving it a soft kiss.  “Go on back to bed, I’ll stay up with him.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m used to all-nighters, one day you might get there when you’re composing your first symphony. But for now, head back to bed.”

“Can I still get my juice first? I’m thirsty.”

“Just this once. Just be quiet when passing Charles’ room.” I nodded before leaning down and gave the baby chimp a kiss to which he let out a cute yawn and quiet hoot.

“Goodnight little chimp. Night uncle Will.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and he said goodnight to me as I quietly left the bathroom shutting the door immediately as I got out.  I went downstairs, got my drink and went back to bed.

The next morning I was finishing my breakfast and packing my school books into my backpack as uncle Will was coming down with the baby chimp and set him up in my old high-stool chair that grandpa had kept.

“Where’s my car keys?” grandpa asked as he was patting through his robe and pj pockets.  “My car keys where’d you put them? I need to get Lin to school!” he said urgently.

“Dad.” Uncle Will calmly spoke to him. “You-you don’t drive anymore. And Lin takes the bus.” Grandpa looked at him with a blank stare before turning away and telling him.

“I know that.” It really does make me sad to see grandpa this way.  He always looks so dazed and lost, like he’s here with us but at the same time he’s not.  Sometimes he’ll just sit there and stare off into space, frozen in his spot and not say anything for a really long time.

“Here, why don’t you feed him? Can you do that?” uncle Will suggested holding up a baby bottle filled with milk.

“Of course I can.” Said grandpa coming over.  As uncle Will went to get his coffee (blech!) grandpa came over and grabbed the bottle which made the baby chimp go crazy with hunger as he reached out for it.  As soon as it was in reach, he grabbed the bottle from grandpa’s hand and immediately began drinking it as fast as he could.

I dropped my fork and stared at him in awe.  I was told that babies always needed help being fed for at least several months and yet after just being born yesterday, he was feeding himself.

“Will, look at this.” Grandpa said as uncle Will came back into the kitchen and saw what we saw.  “How old is he? Like a day old, two days old?” Uncle Will sat down as he examined the baby chimp confused.

“Yeah.” Uncle Will said lowly as he kept his eyes on the baby chimp.

“Oh he’s a smart one isn’t he?” said grandpa as he came around and sat on the other side of the baby and gently placed his hand on top of his head.  “What are you gonna name him?”

“I—I don’t know.” Uncle Will said unsure.  That’s when I saw it.  Now I’m no monkey or ape expert but from pictures I’ve seen in books they normally have dark eyes, mostly brown but this little guy.  His eyes were green.

A green eyed baby chimpanzee.  One look into his eyes and I knew that he was something very special.

[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Three)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!AU, nothing too bad for this chapter, reader is emotionally stunted sometimes 💀

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: thank you guys so much for your patience on this! There’s definitely going to be another part coming fairly soon, as I already have it pre-written so expect the next part in the next coming week or so! 💜

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The next time Jihoon sees you since the cafeteria fiasco, it is a week later in your shared Film Studies class on a Friday afternoon. To his credit, he never noticed that you were actually in his class, but he can’t help but feel a little guilty that you’ve been near so many times and he’s never cared enough to notice anyone else besides himself.

He’s sitting close to the front of the classroom as you rush into the room as soon as the warning bell rings. He watches you out of the corner of his eye as your eyes trail over the tables for a free seat. Your cheeks are flushed a gentle pink with your hair pulled back in 2 braids tied at the with pastel purple ribbons, with a purple cropped t-shirt to match under a pair of denim overalls. Jihoon internally winces as he notices the only free seat in the room is beside him, around the exact same time as you notice as well. Without looking directly at you, Jihoon takes his backpack off the free chair and places it by his feet, leaving it free for you. You pause for a moment before slowly sitting down beside your soulmate, cautiously, as if you’re afraid that he would get up and run if you got too close.

“Sorry,” is the only word you murmur to your soulmate as you pull out your laptop and workbook in front of you. Jihoon responds with a soft, “it’s okay,” before looking up at the work board at the front of the room, trying his hardest to ignore your presence next to him, and the unwelcome feeling of anxiety and guilt swirling inside his stomach.

Most of the class goes off without a hitch, albeit Jihoon’s curiosity getting the better of him a few times, causing him to glance at you from his peripheral vision. He notices your pastel pink pen in your hand - huh, interesting. You’re left-handed -, scribbling down notes with a pretty pastel rainbow aesthetic and swirly handwriting. He also spots something on your wrist, a heart shaped red tattoo. On closer inspection, he realizes the heart is coloured in red with black polka dots and a little head at the pointy end - a Love Bug. Before you can look over to him, as if feeling his eyes on you, Jihoon turns his head back to the board at the front. If he was honest with himself, he doesn’t remember a single thing that has happened so far during this whole class; too conscious of his heartbroken soulmate beside him, your dull but constant pain running through him. He thinks he is safe until 5 minutes before class finishes, when Professor Kim announces what Jihoon thinks is the worst outcome that could happen.

“For your final project for the semester, I’m assigning a project to be completed in pairs,” he begins, writing up on the board in front of him. “You will work together to study a film of your choice; it can be any film you want. You need to work with your partner to write out a presentation on a conflict presented in the film and an opinion that others wouldn’t have thought of. Seems simple enough, right?” When the class all hum and murmur in agreement, Professor Kim’s next words make Jihoon want to disappear. “The partner you will work with will be your desk mate. Presentations will be at the end of the semester. If you have any queries please feel free to contact me outside of class.”

Jihoon nervously, for the first time since class had begun, turns his body towards you, his deskmate, his soulmate, and now his project partner for the rest of the semester. You’re pale, and dread runs through your bodies. When you turn to face him, your soulmate feels even worse when you begin to babble.

“I-I’m sorry, Jihoon. If I wasn’t late, I wouldn’t have been made to sit beside you, and you wouldn’t have had to be made to deal with me for this project.” You’re scrambling to put your belongings into your backpack as the bell signals for the end of class and the day. “I will ask Professor Kim for a switch, or I will do this project on my own so you don’t have to-”

“You don’t have to do that.” Jihoon interrupts you, and you finally pause to look back at him, confusion all over your face.

“But-”

“It’s fine, it can’t be helped. I’m not mad, y’know, if that’s what you think.” He looks away again, packing his own backpack. “I’m not going to, like, hold it against you? We’re in the same class, it’s not a big deal and bound to happen eventually.” He’s rambling now too, he realizes. “And we’re adults, we can keep this professional, right?”

You nod your head quickly. “Yeah, of course.” When Jihoon nods back in response, you nervously hold your backpack in your arms. “Umm, if you want to, we can study at mine. Soonyoung, Seokmin, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Jun and Seungkwan are coming over tonight for a movie night and sleeping over for Soonyoung’s birthday. We could get a rough idea on what we want to study.” You’re looking everywhere but at Jihoon, all the other classmates leaving the classroom in their respective pairs, seemingly discussing the project. “I know you live with the guys and, of course, Ji-ah is invited too!” You insist quickly, Jihoon raising his eyebrows at you in surprise. “You know what, forget I asked.” You laugh awkwardly, slipping your arms through the loops on your backpack. “Just let me know when you want to..”

“Movie night sounds great.” He stops you once more, feeling the bubble of anxiety that was rising up through your body disperse. “Ji-ah is with her family for the weekend, and I was going to be at home alone anyway. And we both know what Soonyoung is like if someone misses his birthday.” He deadpans, and is surprised when you let out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You hum, before giving him one final nod. “Well, it starts at 7, but you can come over whenever and we can brainstorm for a bit before everyone gets there?” You offer, and he nods at you. “Okay, see you soon.” You wave at him before turning on your heel and quickly making your way outside of the classroom and also the campus. Jihoon doesn’t know if it’s a good idea or not, but he knew he wouldn’t miss his best friend’s birthday.

Jihoon arrives at your home at 5:30, and before he can even knock, he is greeted by Kwon Soonyoung suffocating him into a bone-crushing hug.

“I KNEW YOU’D COME, JIHOON-AH!” Soonyoung cooed loudly, suffocating his friend's face into his chest, as said friend aggressively flails his arms as he tries to get the overgrown tiger off him.

“Get… off…” Jihoon whines, shoving him off with pink cheeks.

“I knew you loved me.” Soonyoung smirks as he steps aside, letting your soulmate inside. “But you know everyone is not going to be here until 7, right? Why are you here so early?”

“He’s here for me, Soonie!” You yell from the top of the staircase. Your best friend raises his eyebrow questioningly, and before Jihoon can answer, you’re leaning against the railing of the staircase. “We have a project for Film Studies, getting a head start.”

“Nuh-uh!” Soonyoung frowns, taking Jihoon’s overnight bag from him and throwing it into the spare bedroom. “It’s my birthday, and you’re not STUDYING. You have the whole semester to get that shit done, one more night isn’t going to hurt!”

Jihoon watches you lean your head back and let out an audible groan. “Really?”

“Yes, really!” Seungcheol emerges from the kitchen with Jeonghan behind him, both wearing aprons. “We’re making the snacks for tonight, and you are on snack duty with us while the guests play games until everyone arrives. Come on, Bug!”

You whine loudly, and Jihoon is amused when you fall limp at the top of the stairs, Jeonghan immediately starting to flail and rush up the stairs to you.

“Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting out of this!” He scolds playfully, taking your limp body and scooping you up bridal style.

“Noooooo…” you groan as Jeonghan carries you down the stairs and takes you to the kitchen.

“Come on, Jihoon-ah!” Soonyoung grins, taking his arm and dragging him to the living room, where Seokmin, Jun and Wonwoo are setting up beanbags and inflatable mattresses on the floor in front of the couches. “We’re almost done setting everything up.

“Oh, you made it after all!” Wonwoo smiles at his housemate, who only nods slowly and sinks down onto one of the couches to watch the others throw bundles of blankets onto the mattresses before joining him.

Jihoon can vaguely hear you and your brother nagging at each other and the various sounds of clanging pans mixed with Jeonghan’s amused laughs for the next hour or so from the kitchen as Soonyoung and the boys all take turns playing some games on the TV, and after a lull in conversation, Jihoon can’t help but ask: “are they always like this?”

“Who, hyung and Y/N?” Seokmin asks as Junhui groans at Wonwoo, who just killed his character. “I think Jeonghannie-hyung eggs them on a bit… Y/N hasn’t really been the same since a few weeks ago, so I think this is Cheol-hyung’s way of trying to get her back out of her shell a bit, y’know?”

“She’ll be fine.” Soonyoung insists, frowning to himself. “She’ll get there eventually, we just have to be there for her when she needs it. I don’t know how she is going to go when Seungkwan gets here tonight though.”

Seungkwan? Jihoon thought, eyebrows furrowed. Besides Soonyoung and Seokmin, he’s the only other person Y/N is super close with. What’s happened?

“You really should have told her, babe.” Seokmin whispers harshly, nudging his soulmate’s side.

“And make her hate herself all over again? It kills me enough to see her the way she is now.”

“What’s happened with Seungkwan?” Junhui raises his eyebrow.

The doorbell saves the birthday boy from having to answer the lingering question, but that relief is short-lived when he hears the new voice that echoes through the house.

“Hi guys!” Seungkwan’s chirpy voice resounds, and before Soonyoung and Seokmin can get to him, you’re faster.

“Seungkwannie!” You beam, rushing from the kitchen to greet your close friend, and Jihoon sees you rush down the hallway. “Thank god you’re here, I need my movie cuddle buddy tonight- oh!”

You stop as quick as you had started, pausing at the sight of another person beside Seungkwan, a person you recognize as a regular member of the set crew in the college musicals, a man you interact with quite often - Chwe Hansol.

“Hansol! Hey!” You give a small smile as your brother, best friend and their soulmates slowly make their way to the entrance of the house, Jihoon and his housemates watching from a distance. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Hey, Y/N-ie..” Seungkwan nervously eyes you, Hansol smiling softly at you.

“Hey. Thanks for inviting me to come along, guys.” He squeezes Seungkwan’s hand in his, causing you to stare at their intertwined hands. “It’s a bit daunting meeting your soulmate’s friends all in one hit properly, so I really appreciate being able to meet you all together.”

“Hansol-ah, I’ll give you a tour of the house and where you’ll be sleeping tonight!” Seokmin intervenes, and you watch as Seungkwan gives him a reassuring nod. Hansol nods in reply, easily slipping past you to follow Seokmin’s lead to show him around, to give you time to talk to Seungkwan.

Uh oh. Jihoon can feel it. The confusion running through your body as you eye your friend, who can’t even look you in the eye. The confusion slowly begins to turn into hurt as Seungkwan takes a slow breath.

“Soulmate?” You ask weakly, days and hours of work that had taken to build your internal wall of emotions beginning to crumble within seconds.

“Uh.. yeah..” Seungkwan bites his lip. “I found out last week.”

After a beat of silence, you smile. “I’m happy for you, Kwan-ah.” Jihoon’s eyebrows raise once more, as well as the little crowd that was around you.

“You’re… Happy for me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Your soulmate, Kwan-ah, that's incredible.” You take his hands, squeezing them tightly as he breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

“Bug, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he stammers now. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, especially since everything with you and-”

“Don’t be sorry,” you smile again, but Jihoon can feel it, you’re falling apart bit by bit. “I’m the one who’s sorry. It’s one of the biggest moments of your life, and I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me. I’ll just miss my movie buddy.” You laugh dryly.

“Oh? I’ll still be here for you to cuddle, silly,” he insisted, but you let go of his hands and shake your head quickly.

“No. I can’t get in the way of you and your soulmate, I wouldn’t do that. I respect your relationship too much to jeopardize it in any way.”

“Huh?” Seungkwan tilts his head. “How would you be-?”

“I-It’s getting closer until movie night begins, I got to go get changed.” You nod your head quickly, spinning on your heel and rushing up the stairs, ignoring Seungcheol and Seungkwan’s calls for you as you close your door shut tight behind you.

Jihoon winces as soon as the door is shut, feeling the dam break inside him as you silently begin to weep on the other side of your door. You’re dead silent so no one can hear, only letting out the occasional sniffle as you rummage through your closet to find some pajamas to wear for the slumber party.

“Hyung, I don’t understand.” Seungkwan frowns at Cheol, who is running his hands through his hair, exasperated. “Why does she think that she will jeopardize my relationship with Sol?”

“Don’t take it personally.” Your brother sighs. “She has got it in her mind that she can’t be platonically intimate with anybody who has a soulmate.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s what happened with our parents. Our father left his soulmate, our mother for another woman. She saw what it did to our mother, so she decided she would never ever give anything more than a quick hug to any of her friends who have soulmates. She would never want to ruin someone’s relationship like that for anything. She doesn’t want to be like our shitty excuse of a Dad.” Seungcheol looks conflicted, deep in thought as he speaks.

“Give her time.” Jeonghan smiles, patting your friend’s back as he looks towards your closed door at the top of the stairs. “She wouldn’t miss Soonyoungie’s birthday for the world.”

Jihoon frowns deeply to himself on the couch, trying to push your sadness down as his mind goes into overdrive, the voices of the others being drowned out by his own thoughts.

Why would you purposely hurt and isolate yourself like this? He hates as much skinship as the next person, but seeing how you act with your other friends, he can tell you’re torturing yourself by this unspoken rule you’ve created for no one to follow but you.

Every new thing Jihoon learns about you sends him deeper into a confusing hole of thoughts and questions he’s begging to ask you, but he’s nowhere near that close to you yet to be able to ask.

Will he ever be close to you?

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Hello, I have a request but it might be a for a long story. 😅

The idea is simple. The making tho... might be hard. The idea is to write a story with a JO character where reader is crushing on the JO Character and try to date them. The thing is, it have to be FELT like reader is trying when it is one sided. So no "love at first sight" no "I had feeling for you too." Reader need to work. To flirt. And it's not easy. It have to be a slow burn of some sort. Reader and JOC don't hang out as friends. They aren't close at first. They barely know each other. Reader is crushing but reader doesn't KNOW their crush as a person. And the more they learn, the more they fall. But if they do nothing except learning... they will fall alone. The purpose is to make US "FEEL" what a crush feels like. And the feeling of not doing what works, to be clueless, powerless in front of our crush, not knowing how to get them, be with them. Like, when we reed we wonder if they will be together at the end or not. Like, she smile, she laugh, she make reader feel like they are doing something right but still no dates, still no flirting back, still no dates ... nothing. Until, idk. I didn't think about what's next. ... Basically a slow burn with angst I think.

ask and you shall receive! Chose to do a Tara x R this time cause I haven’t wrote on her before ^^)

warning: none

Summary: Love sick R

word count: idk 😭

A/N: kinda struggled with this one but was a lot of fun to work with! (I’m splitting this up into multiple parts because I can) also I’m sorry for my crappy writing this time, again I struggled with this one

It was just like any other day, walking into your Film Study class, sitting down at a desk as you sighed softly. The days had felt more and more repetitive as they passed, but you had one small thing to somewhat look forward to- one particular girl in your class. You weren’t exactly sure when she started to catch your eye but you had gotten interested in talking to her even for a moment, she was more of the quiet type, kept to herself, did what she was supposed to then did whatever else she wanted afterwards, meanwhile you were always goofing off or trying to get someone else to laugh. You liked being around other people like you, bubbly and loud- but something about her just drew you in.

Just as if some sort of saint heard your meek prayers, Tara, walked in- she was short, shorter then you so possibly around 5’1-5’2? She had Brunette hair that seemed to have a mind of its own when she didn’t brush it out, and her eyes- those dark brown eyes… maybe that’s what caught your attention when you first saw her, the innocence behind them, something about them just made it hard not to stare. She took her seat about 2 tables away from you, somewhat at an angle to where you could see the side of her face though she could see your whole face. You had to keep yourself from looking at her too much, albeit not that she would even notice, but you had to be respectful about it. As the legislature wrapped up you can to pack up your things as quietly as possible, you had somewhat learned her routine of how she did her work- Study while listening to the professor talk, work on some other classes work and the work for that class as well, then once she was done she would just pull out her phone and scroll through whatever app she was on that day- and as soon as class ended she was out the door everyday, you could never catch her in the hallways but you didn’t have the heart to go up and legitimately ask her if she wanted to talk.

You were a wuss, you couldn’t even go up and ask the girl what are name was… you were sure it was Tara but you wanted to double check just in case- class continued on as the professor rambled on about how the Music in movies was a important part of the creation of the film, which honestly peaked your interest for a little bit before it fell back on Tara. You didn’t even know what you liked about her- you two had never even talked before, she didn’t even know you existed is what it felt like. The end of class came sooner than expected as you perked up to the sound of the dismissal bell, grabbing your bag and began walking to the door- noticing Tara’s close proximity to you… You slightly inched closer, causing Tara to glance over at you with some confusion in her eyes, though she looked away rather quickly- uninterested. You kept telling yourself it was just because she didn’t know you, you weren’t scaring her off just by trying to get a bit closer- plus there was only one way out of the large classroom, one small door. You continued walking before you accidentally bumped your shoulder into hers, your fingers gently caressing hers- you jumped back in a instant “Sorry sorry sorry!-“ you squeaked in a bit of desperation to make sure she wasn’t mad.

Tara gave a small shrug and a half hearted chuckle, shaking her head “no” slowly “Its okay don’t worry.” Your heart almost stopped at the sight of her small reassuring smile, you knew she was just trying to make you feel better but it felt so personal for her to smile at you like that…“o-oh alright-“ you reply sheepishly with a soft grin, before Tara turned away and walked off leaving you to standing still in the crowded hallway as people dodged past you, you know it’s not going to go far at all, she’s obviously not into you… but you can’t help but want more from her, wanting to know more, it felt like a need more than a want. You needed to get to know her, she was just so interesting to you, you don’t even know what you find so attractive or eye catching about her at this point- you just want to be near her, to get to know her better, to know her personally, to make her laugh, cry, smile, anything…

you sure were gonna try, but who knows what you were getting yourself into…

I’m gonna go into more detail next time, a little drained from writing right now but once I’m feeling better to write I’ll start the next part of this ^^

[xo-lesserafim]

FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 4. TGIF

authors note: Thank you to everyone who liked my post, since we made it to 50 likes<3. Anyways, enjoy episode 4

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Both: Korean and over the phone

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“Minho! I actually didnt think you would call Campus Police! Plus why didn’t you call it or on me?” I asked “Because I told you, I wouldn’t call it on you, I didn’t say I wouldn’t call it on Kitty.” Minho replied. “UGH! Now I’m gonna be the only girl, thanks a lot Minnie Mouse.” “Welcome pup.”

It was time for Literature, I was sitting by Kitty when she fell asleep. “Kitty! Wake up.” I whispered. “Huh? Did something happened.” “No, but are you okay?” “No, but I’ll tell you after class, promise.” “Alright.”

“So, what’s going on?” I asked. “My new roommate sucks, she’s always gaming, and I can’t sleep or study.” “Oh my, that sucks. let’s go talk with Professor Finnerty.” “Professor Finnerty?” Kitty asked.

“Hi Kitty and Andrea. What the problem?” He asked. “Please you have to help me” Kitty pleads. “I understand that the living situation may be a little bit difficult.” “Professor Finnerty, have you ever seen a Jenga Tower of pizza boxes? Have you ever smelled a Jenga tower of pizza boxes?” Kitty asked. “Actually-“ He says before he’s cut of. “You’re our resident advisor. Isn’t there anything you can do?” Kitty asked. “Sorry, Kitty, but the girls’ dorm is full.” “I can’t sleep. I can’t study. I can’t get the mozzarella out of the carpet. And I’m gonna fail all of my classes.” Kitty says. “There’s always the library. I believe you can make it work. You’ve already survived your first week of junior year.” The school bell rings. “ I’m here if you need me. And let’s look on the bright side. This whole living situation, it could be a lot worse.” “How?” Kitty asked. “Could be blue cheese.”

TIME SKIP: AFTER SCHOOL

As Kitty, Q, and I were watching a Korean film, “I dont know.” Kitty said. “It’s a lot of bulging eyes and rotting flesh.” I said. “Drea, what? This is a classic” Q said. “You know who you should be watching this with?” Kitty asked. “Florian.” We both said. “You guys are vibing!” “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve been with plenty of guys before… but I’ve never liked anyone this much. It’s making me nervous.” Q said. “I have an idea. What if we got a group together tomorrow for a binge party?” I said. “We can invite Florian, he’ll love and get hooked on the show, and you, and start watching more episodes, with fewer people, at night time.” Kitty said. “Just take it at one step at a time.” “Yea. Right. Like how you flew across the world for Dae without telling him.” Q said. “Hey, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you.” Kitty said. “Yea, same.” I said. “Plus we wouldn’t have discovered that we have a half-sibling somewhere in Korea.” “You got me there.” Q said. “ What sucks is that I can’t tell Dae anyone of this, because Yuri is always around. I miss my bestfriend.” Kitty said. “Excuse you?” I said jokingly. “After you, you’ll always be my bestfriend.” Kitty said. “Well, I might know one place Dae will be that Yuri definitely wont.” Q said. “Nature. That girl is not outdoorsy, and you guys are talking to the president of KISS’s outdoors club. First hike is tomorrow.”

“All right people, welcome to KISS’s outdoors club. First rule of Outdoor, please talk about Outdoors Club. That would be quite, no very helpful because we did lose a few members this summer. All right, let’s get started with some stretches.” Q said. I saw Dae come up to talk to Kitty, so I gave them space. Then Yuri came. How many more people are gonna magically come? Then I heard the one voice i never wanna hear. “All right, who’s ready to go on a hike?”

MINHO’S POV

“All right, who’s ready to go on a hike?” I asked. “Min Ho! What are you doing here?” Dae asked. “What!? I can’t hang out with my best friends?” I said. And I also happened to see Andrea. Those gorgeous golden-brown eyes are just so… Wait why an I thinking about her. “Min ho?” Andrea asked. “What?” “Why are even here? I thought Minnie Mouse doesn’t hike?” “Just shut up, Pup.” “Whatever.” “Make sure you guys stay hydrated. I hope you guys used the bathrooms because there are none.” Q said.

ANDREA(Y/N’s) POV

“Andrea.” Min ho said. “What?” “Stop for a second, your shoes are untied.” Minho ties my lace as he said that. “I could have perfectly tied themselves, but thank you.” I said running to catch up to Kitty. But the smirk he gave was so cute, wait… am I think about MIN HO? Gosh, someone help me. I was able to catch up to Kitty at-least. But she was in a race with Yuri. “KITTY WATCH UP.” I yelled. I have never ran as fast I as did, but I beat them somehow. “ I won, you guys both suck.” I said. When Kitty,Dae , and Yuri were up that, Kitty had taken a photo of Yuri and Dae. “Kitty! The baby bracelet has the same symbol as the one in the photo. Come on, let’s go!” I said as me and Kitty ran to the hospital.

As Kitty and I ran through the crowd of people to the hospital, we finally made it. “Hello.” The receptionist said.” “Hello. We’re looking for a information on somebody who was a patient here.” I said. “A current patient?” “No. In 1993.” “Sorry, all past records are strictly confidential.” “Okay, thank you.” I said bowing. “Kitty, all past records are strictly confidential.” I said whispering “Wait what? Really? Wait, I have a good idea.”

As we brought flowers to the maternity ward to cover our faces, Their was a women who had a pass to get into the record room. I had a great idea. “Excuse me ma’am. These flowers are from him.” I said. “Oh, my he likes me!” The women said. “Come on, Kitty.” I whispered. “Let’s go.”

As we sneaked into the records room, Kitty got to the computer, it was in korean. “Let it to me Kitty.” I said. “Found it!” I said. I searches up Eve Song. “Oh my gosh.” I said. “ We have a brother.” “Oh shoot the door opened. “Security!” A man said as security guards came running in. “Do we get a phone call?” Kitty said. Oh my gosh, Kitty.

When we got out, “Thank you so much for saving us at the hospital.” I said. “What were you guys even doing in there.” Professor Finnerty asked. “It’s a ling story.” Kitty said. “Well lucky I was there to sweet-talk the guards.” “Yes, but your Korean could work a bit.” I said. “And, your Korean was almost bad as mine.” Kitty said. “Hey, don’t judge. You’ve had a head start.” “A head start?” Kitty asked. “Well, one of your parents is Korean, right?” He asked. “Mine are both white.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m adopted.” “Oh” Kitty said. “Cool.” “Yeah, it is pretty cool. I was adopted by some amazing people.” He said. “Have you every met your birth parents?” I asked. “No.” “ Are you curious? I feel like I would be curious .”I said. “ You certainly are very curious person.” “Have you always known you were adopted?” Kitty asked. “Uh, yeah. It was kind of obvious.” “Right. Duh.” Kitty said. “Do you ever see people on the street and think,like, “Oh my gosh, that person has the same shapes ears as me, maybe they’re my mom, or they could be my dad, or we could have the same ear shape?” I said. “We kinda do, huh.” “You ask a lot of questions, and I’m not an ear expert.” “Wait, Kitty, he was adopted my Australians.” I said. “Adopted by Australians. Twenty-nine-ish. When’s your birthday?” Kitty asked. “I think it’s gonna rain soon. Uh, we should hurry. I think the subway’s this way, Yup.” He said “Okay,” I said. “I think we found out who our half-brother could be.”

“Is Q here? I have 8 minutes until curfew.” Kitty said. “Yeah, in his room.” Okay, thanks, come on Drea.” Kitty said. “All right.” “Come in, “Q said. “And when were at the the hospital, look at we found.” I said as Kitty was showing him a photo. “Adopted by Australian parents, just like Professor Finnerty, and born around the same time.” Kitty said. “ He could totally be our half- brother.” I said. “Okay, what?” Q said. “ The facts add up.” Kitty said. “ I don’t you guys, This could be a huge coincidence. I mean, a lot it Korean Kids are adopted by Australians.” Q said. “But why else would he be at KISS? He probably looking for answers ” I said. “Answers we can find together as brother and sisters.” “Whoa. I think you need a little bit more bit evidence. I mean you guys will be dropping a lot of information on him, including the fact that his birth mom is, well not alive. “Yea, you may be right. But I just get the feeling that our mom kept the bracelet for a reason. I think she wanted to find the baby one day.” Kitty said.

As Min ho and Dae knocked on the door, “We need to show you something.” Dae said. “What?” I thought. “What?” Kitty said. “What the fuck is this?” I asked. “My roommate put on some weird website as I was sleeping?” Kitty said. “My gosh.” “I don’t see the appeal.” Min ho said. “Yea, totally as if you weren’t the one to call Campus Police.” I said in my head. “Yet, you found the site.” Q said. “Kitty, you should move.” Dae said. “You can’t live with that girl anymore.” “ Yea, I kind of agree with Dae. This is kind of sketchy.” Q said. “ I tries to move, but there are no other rooms available.” Kitty said. “Uhh, how about a hotel? My driver could take you right now,” Min ho said. “Cant afford that for an entire semester.” Kitty said. “I sure Dae could hook you up with a discount at Hans Hotel.” Min ho said. “Shut up Min ho.” Kitty said. “Move back in with us!” I said. “What! No, I called Campus Police for a reason.” Min ho said. “Whatever.” I replied. “Yea that could work.” Dae and Q said. “She can bunk with Drea and I, and Dae and Min ho will bunk.” Q said. “Yea!” I said. “Let the moving begin tomorrow!”

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[exhaustedcatte]

Professor Lupin

“The weirdest thing just happened,” Remus strides into the common room a little dazed.

James and Sirius are bouncing scraps of parchment on a snoozing Peter’s forehead when Remus makes his announcement.

The two boys flick the last piece of paper, with the combined force of two incredibly talented Quidditch players, onto Peter’s head to wake him up; it does the trick, the poor mouse jerks awake.

“Well, what gives, Moony?” James asks curiously.

Remus brews a cup of tea and heaves himself into the armchair beside Peter.

“I went to retrieve my books from Charms, right? Flitwick wasn’t there, but his first years had already seated themselves,” Remus explains. “And when I walked in all the chatter died down, and the class stood up to greet me.”

Sirius raises a manicured brow. “Isn’t the respect a good thing?”

“No, they said Good Morning Professor,” Remus pitches his voice high as he stresses the greeting.

His focus on the enactment leads him to stirring his peppermint tea with a quill instead of a spoon.

Peter gently removes the ceramic mug from his hand, setting about to brew him a proper cup. Relieved of the fragile object in his hands, Remus smiles gratefully at his friend – now able to gesticulate the severity of the matter.

James cackles wildly, “They assumed you were the professor?”

“So everyone is finally catching our drift,” Sirius adds, smiling like a proud mother. “Good on you, Moons.”

“What about me screams Professor?” Remus scoffs.

The response, unexpectedly, comes from Peter. “I wonder what about your white shirt, sweater vest and slacks make you look like a dignified Oxford grad, Moony, I really wonder.”

“But I wear our uniform,” the boy points out, “doesn’t that make it obvious that i study here and not teach.”

“But I don’t think I’ve seen you in robes since the first day of class, years ago Moony,” Sirius rebuttals with a laugh.

“You look like the muggles in the films that Lily brings in those cassettes,” James nods. “It’s definitely your sweaters.”

“It’s much too warm for a proper jumper, but cold enough for a vest,” Remus argues half-heartedly.

“It’s not just that, you’re tall and smart and so –” Sirius interrupts himself. “You just emanate this professor-y aura. I, personally, find it incredibly sexy,” he winks.

“The point, my dear Moony,” James pushes his glasses with his shoulder. “Is that you’re like a teacher, and it’s not just your clothes.”

Given Remus’ conflicted expression, he definitely disagreed.

“Mr Lupin,” McGonagall beckons him into her chamber. “Please sit. How are your classes?”

“I’m enjoying them, Professor,” Remus replies, nicking two sweets from her glass jar.

The sudden pursing of her lips indicates her increased efforts to hide her smile. Remus knows she loves it when he jests with her.

“And I have heard,” she composes herself, “that you have been a wonder in Ms Sharma’s class. She doesn’t spare kind words easily, but she speaks of you very highly.”

“Defence is especially interesting,” Remus deflects the compliment, but his pinking ears deceive him.

Minerva’s eyes glint. “And what of Potions? Are you glad you dropped it?”

“I think Professor Slughorn is happier about that,” Remus snorted.

“Well then, what are you thinking of pursuing after N.E.W.Ts?”

The conversation drew up to a blank.

Remus chewed on the inside of his cheek. She had asked him the same question the last two sessions as well, and he had replied with a half-hearted I’m still exploring my options. They both knew his array of choices were rather limited.

“Don’t think too hard Remus,” she pats his hand kindly. “You’ll do just fine in whatever you choose.”

“You don’t think Ms Pince would let me be a Librarian here, do you?” He jokes.

The Gryffindor house-head cracks a small smile, “I think she would be more disappointed that you’re selling yourself too short.”

Not much leaves Remus speechless, given his constant company of troublemakers (he can talk about objectively repulsive things now without batting an eye or blocking his nostrils, he’s developed an immunity to things that would leave others flabbergasted). But this does leave him a little stunned.

“Don’t you have a study group to attend to? Or is it the Duelling Club?”

Remus snaps out of his stupor in record time, piling his pockets with a few more toffees from McGonagall’s glass dish.

He looks at the clock hanging behind her wide-eyed. “Duelling Club. Merlin’s balls, I haven’t any time to prepare. Shit, I didn’t mean to swear. Ah fuck, I did it again, didn’t I?”

McGonagall covers her mouth with her fingers, physically restraining a laugh. It would be inappropriate to encourage his vulgarity so openly. Not that she actually minded it, she had grown used to the potty-mouth that Lupin was.

He pauses for a second, and smiles sheepishly. “You know what, I’ll let myself out. G��night, Professor.”

Minerva watches fondly, as the boy straightens out of his slouch to scurry to the library to tend to his younger peers. She hopes he will see in himself what the rest of the world sees in him.

The last moon was just under a week ago, and according to James’ dramatic renditions of their treks that night, Moony had gone mental. And now Remus was left with a muscle ache in his arms.

After his last class, Care of Magical Creatures, for the day, Remus trudges slowly across the grounds, inhaling the crisp autumn air. He mentally creates plans of lazing by the fireplace with a mug of tea and a Sirius Black, it would be the best way to unwind.

His plans don’t get the chance to develop any further because that’s when he hears a resounding crash.

“Mona!” he hears a terrified shriek. “Merlin! I knew we shouldn’t have tried it on our own!”

Trouble not only follows him, it also seeks him out specifically.

Remus speeds his walk to the source of the sound. The huge oak tree shelters two frightened girls, and by the looks of it, Mona – he assumes – has definitely snapped a bone.

“‘ello,” He smiles his kindly, “I’m Remus. Are you alright? I heard the yell.”

“I’m Imaan. This is Mona, she was trying the spin that got Regulus Black the snitch today afternoon,” the young Slytherin explains, her hands flitting over her friend in terror.

Remus makes a mental note to congratulate Regulus and then placate James and Sirius.

Mona groans in pain, shifting her weight onto her bottom and kicks her broken broom away feebly. “Turns out its not advisable to try it beside a tree.”

Remus kneels beside the pair, “D’ you mind if i take a look?”

She nods affirmatively, going pale in the face.

“It’s not mangled, is it?” Imaan panics about Mona’s pallid appearance.

“No,” he reassures them and gently draws her arm out from her body. His monthly visits to the infirmary have taught him a lot. And this was a clean snap, which was an easy fix for him.

One wand-less Episkey later, her limp hand is sturdy again. Remus taps on it a few times to check if it had healed.

“Right,” he helps her up, “you’re good as new.”

The stare at him with pure admiration. “Oh, thank you so much!! We would have gotten into so much trouble otherwise! Thank you, really!”

Remus laughs, “Don’t sweat it, it was no trouble. Now, I must remind you not to try such tricks alone. Besides, I’m sure Regulus would help if you asked.”

“Do you think?” they blink up at him.

“Yes,” he nods sagely. “He would love to help.”

The girls thank him again and skedaddle, heads together in excitement.

Remus also leaves, satisfied. James and Sirius would love the little harmless lark he just pulled on Regulus – who couldn’t entertain a child to save his life, because he was the youngest of the Black family.

“You’re somewhat of a legend now Moony,” Sirius throws his bag onto his bed before climbing into Remus’ bunk.

“That’s nice,” Remus replies, not really paying attention. His homework wasn’t going to write itself, even if it was due only next week.

“The youngsters are incredibly protective of you,” Sirius informs him, laying his head down on his boyfriend’s shin.

“Is that right?”

“A fourth year Hufflepuff sucker punched one of Snape’s goons.”

“Say what now,” he sits up, alarmed.

Sirius smirks, fiddling with Remus’ pant leg languidly. “Minnie allowed it, you know. Rosier was starting shit again and I was gearing up to crack his skull open but I got beat to the punch.”

Remus ignores the pun. “Was it worth a cuffing though?”

“He was saying something about you being a swot and a suck-up and other things that I will not repeat. Regular bullshit from a jealous person, seeing as his grades are plummeting worse than Malfoy on a broom. And next thing I know, this little runt stalks up to him and throws a feisty punch,” Sirius relays the incident excitedly.

Remus watches the mono-act with slight amusement.

Sirius punches the air, “Don’t you dare speak about Remus like that.” He turns back to Remus with an amused smile, “He walked off after that, with kids from your study groups following him in solidarity.”

“I… fuckin’ hell. Did he get hurt?”

“Looked proud of himself more than anything. Minnie docked points from Slytherin for unprovoked fighting and gave the kid a detention with Sprout. Convinced me that she loves you the most.”

Before Remus could reply, there’s a knock at their door. Sirius unlatches it, to reveal a cluster of tittering third years.

“Hi, Remus. Are you busy?” Quentin asks.

There goes his homework time.

“Erm, no, not really. Is something the matter?”

“Would you mind helping us out with Defence? Professor Sharma told us to ask you, if you were free to tutor us.”

Sirius grins elatedly. “Right then. Professor Lupin, why don’t you take this classroom down, eh, I promise I’ll do my homework.”

“Alright.” He kisses Sirius goodbye and follows the group into the common room where the third year girls were pacing in anticipation.

“He came!” they cried in delight.

“Quite a Casanova you are, Remus,” Marlene raises her brows emphatically. “Teach me your ways, Great One!”

“Take that stick out your arse and kiss Dorcas, god knows how long she’s been waiting,” he whispers back. Remus doesn’t stay to hear Marlene’s stuttering.

He makes a pot of tea and gathers the group beside the fireplace. They sit in an eager semicircle in front of him.

“Alright, let’s begin with Bowtruckles. That’s what Sharma is doing in class next week, right?” Remus rolls his sleeves up.

“Mr Lupin,” McGongall looks up from grading her essays, surprised. “Do come in, is something the matter?”

“Good evening, Professor. Terribly sorry for interrupting,” He prattles nervously.

She adjusts her glasses. “You didn’t turn the Great Hall upside down like last time, did you?”

“That wasn’t us,” he protests weakly.

McGonagall waves her hand dismissively. “No one else can manage that kind of magic, Mr Lupin. So what is it? Running interference for Potter? Sirius having trouble with his, ah, his family?”

“Er, no, it’s something else.”

She waits patiently for him to gather his bearings.

“Do you think,” he starts, “that I’d make a good teacher?”

The smile he gets from McGonagall is nothing short of proud.

“I think that would be a very wise choice. You know, Ms Clarksworth and Ms Hassan were singing praises of your wand-less magic? They didn’t give much context, but they were very taken by you.”

Remus blushes under his golden skin.

“And the first years?” she shakes her head. “Remus, I think you’ve got an extensive fanbase, but also a very loyal army. Take pride in your efforts; your passion is palpable. But your talents are also unmatched.”

“So you’d encourage it if i wanted to pursue teaching Defence?”

“Indeed. I look forward to teaching alongside you at some point,” she smiles.

“Then I’d like to become a Defence against Dark Arts professor.”

She pushes the bowl of sour candy towards him. “And a mighty good one, at that.”

[bumblebeeappletree]

We meet Professor Kingsley Dixon, AO, a botanist whose devotion to science has transformed our understanding of native plant cultivation.

He lives on a 160-acre garden and bush block south of Perth, in the Darling Range. This is the passion project of Professor Dixon, an internationally recognised botanist who revolutionised native plant cultivation and is now cultivating a botanic garden of his own. Kingsley, his husband Lionel, and their dog, Rufus, have been working on this historic garden for almost 10 years, lovingly restoring the 12 acres of formal gardens, amassing collections of native and exotic plants, and observing the unique wet temperate forest surrounding it.

Kingsley has decades of important contributions to plant science in Australia, and created the Science and Research department at Kings Park, which he helmed for 32 years. Most notably, he led the team that discovered it was not heat or ash from a bushfire that stimulated the germination of so many Australian plants, but chemicals found in the smoke. This year, he was recognised for his contribution to Australian plant science, receiving an Officer of the Order of Australia (AO). He was also Western Australia's Scientist of the Year in 2016, and was featured in David Attenborough’s BBC Private Life of Plants documentary series.

Kingsley grew up in Bayswater, in the eastern suburbs of Perth. ‘My family loved gardening but we were really working class. My dad was a tractor driver but he collected water lilies, we were always building lily ponds!’ His family were largely unaware of native plants though, as were many people at the time.

"My first experience working with native plants was in the summer holidays of 1965/1966. I was 12 years old and had nothing to do, so I would sit in the car with my father while he worked as a bulldozer driver for the rubbish dump. Every day, we drove by a sign for Wyemando Native Plant Nursery, and I finally built up the courage to ask him to drop me off there in the morning and pick me up on his way home from work. I walked into this nursery and asked if I could help out."

The two sisters who ran it, Nancy and Susan Harper, begrudgingly obliged, and his mind was opened to the wonderful world of native plant cultivation.

"Working there exposed me to extraordinary diversity that impressed me so much. I wanted to find magical places that they talked about seeing and collecting plants." This obsession motivated him through his studies.

Along with a team of colleagues from Kings Park and the Universities, he undertook an 11-year study to identify the specific chemical in smoke that is responsible for germination. More than 4000 chemicals in smoke were analysed. This led to the discovery in 2004 of a new class of molecules that they named karrikinolides, after the Noongar word for smoke, ‘Kerrick’. Karrikinolides were the first new class of plant growth regulation hormones discovered in 30 years, and are now used in the common horticultural product, smokewater. "Few other single ecological findings have had such a profound impact across so many areas of Australian ecology.’"

Kingsley has also led significant research in the study and cultivation of native terrestrial orchids. He was one of the scientists who studied the link between orchids and their mycorrhizal fungi, which are crucial to their growth. In the field as well, he was the first to describe at least 3 species of orchid, and Caleana dixonii, the Sandplain Duck Orchid, was first identified by and later named after him.

His research now largely focuses on rebuilding landscapes, such as mine site rehabilitation.

At home, he is also excited to have grown one of Western Australia’s rarest plants, a carnivorous aquatic species called the Waterwheel Plant that traps small insects and animals in the water.

Filmed on Pindjarup Country in Waroona, WA

[galaxycunt]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Figured it’d be fun to get to know ppl on here :) tagged by @alphedhel

Tagging @captastra @gayafsatan @clonesupport @the-lastcall @the-laridian @kirjanikv6ilill @socially-awkward-skeleton @incognito-insomniac @darkfire1177 @goatyoat @galaxymermaid214 @toads-treasures @roofgeese @strangefable

If you are not comfortable with putting any information you may use something like “Nice try FBI,” because it’s funny.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Bianca from Taming Of The Shrew

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally last week when Evan puked from dehydration even tho we weren’t even in the backcountry and had plenty of water and salty food lmao he cried so I cried bc I was worried he was gonna force himself to hike down and pass out. Men are so dumb!!!! Drink water!!!!

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I’m currently trying. Which is the least gross way of saying it bc Evan like to make gross jokes about it bc it’s true lmao

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’m a weirdo who thinks sarcasm is super not funny lmao like ok I get it ha ha u got the whole club laughing rn 😐

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play baseball/softball with friends, soccer but not on a real team just with kids at school lmao as an adult I do rock climbing and I played rugby once with my brother in law is running in races a sport? Then I guess that too

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

I like looking at peoples faces

7. Eye Color?

Dark brown the most beautiful color in da world baby 😎😎😎

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Hey man most scary movies have happy endings bc at least someone lives lmao watching yellowjackets rn and I don’t think no one got a happy ending so far

9. Any Special talents?

Used to be able to swallow objects bc I learned sword swallowing on tv lmao I don’t think I have any actual talents for things

10. Where were you born?

Reno 😎 Don’t let the marketing fool u the whip guy lives on!!!!

11. Free space (there was no 11 on the prompt I received)

I am not the best artist even tho I went to art school imo but I do love to paint mini canvas oil paintings of clouds I have them hidden in my room they are okay, alright even. I maybe should’ve gone to the copywriter focus of my ad major Lmao

12. Do you have any pets?

I have my little Iggy boy. My cat biscuit died last year of heart problems no one knew about bc she was barely 5. Odie i had since I was 10 and he died at 18. So yeah doing the strategy of feeding Iggy Mexican food bc odie lived so long on that lmao (not really don’t worry) I just let him eat small tiny bites of my food hehehe

13. How tall are you?

5’4 😔

14. Favorite subject in school?

I wasn’t really a fan of school but I did enjoy my film and acting classes. Had one cool creative writing class senior year. I use this knowledge to nod knowingly to video essays. In college I took a mycology class that was cool bc we brewed beer and baked bread. I also enjoyed my media studies classes and my professor was a porn historian who’s main focus was home video evolution and even more narrowly Betamax. Basically most inventions truly are made for porn and that sets the tone. lmaoo

15. Dream Job?

Me and Evan discussed retiring to be a park ranger and honestly that’s it. Would love to camp all day and just sit in a booth or lead nature walks. Like yeah lots of young people up on the trails doing the hard stuff but I have a friend who was a ranger in Big Bend and loved it and before getting her job in the White House was gonna hop around the parks a bit and that’s living the dream man

[motownfiction]

i love you, okay?

It’s just like Emma to fall in love with unattainable, unavailable men. When she was ten, eleven, twelve, she fell in love with faraway actors. In the fifth grade, she asked her parents for expensive commemorative magazines just so she could rip out pictures of the boys who played Peter and Edmund Pevensie and tape them to her walls. She called it hommage des garçons à Narnia. When she remembers showing off the pictures to her friend Renee in the summer of ‘06, so proud of her collection and of her French accent, she cringes deep in her bones.

In junior high and high school, Emma fell in love with popular athletes who almost liked her back but never could, never would. Her seventh-grade crush is the one that haunts her the most. His name was Kyle. They sat next to each other in science class, and they always got along. She thought maybe they should “go out” (like seventh graders do – make eyes at each other in school, talk on the phone twice a week, and never see each other past four in the afternoon), so she asked her friend Monica to see if he was interested. He said no. According to Monica, Kyle sort of liked Emma, but his friends on the football team would never see it that way. Emma was just too … geeky.

And so she wore that label with imbricated pride and shame, sometimes thrilled she was too geeky for normal boys; sometimes humiliated to be herself. It led her to college, where geekiness was celebrated, and she fell in love with a couple of sweet, handsome boys who later introduced her to their boyfriends. They all turned out to be pretty decent friends (except for Josh, who mocked how fast she could eat a plate of chicken fried rice), but it was never more. Never more. For two years, Emma was pretty sure she’d never fall for an appropriate guy.

It got even worse when she realized how she felt about Joel.

Joel, her favorite instructor, whose Intro to Cinema Studies class she wound up in by chance, whom she’s been able to follow from class to class ever since. He’s an assistant professor – the kind who asks you to call him by his first name. He’s a sweetheart, and he’s funny. He’s totally professional. He’s totally married to a documentarian who swears a blue streak and also has one in her hair. And Emma is totally in love with him.

There’s no way Joel doesn’t know. He’s brilliant, and Emma isn’t subtle. She sits as close to the front as she can in every class, she talks more than any other student, and her voice gets weirdly high whenever Joel throws a compliment in her direction. He’s only a few years younger than her parents, but that doesn’t stop Emma from thinking about him. And thinking about him. And driving herself crazy with thoughts of what could be, in an alternate universe where everyone is just a brain in a jar. Maybe they’d be together then.

She knows he’d still choose the documentarian, but it’s fun to pretend.

Toward the middle of the semester, Joel cancels a week of classes to have individual conferences with students about their research projects. It’s a class on multisensory film, and Emma wants to write about sex and taste in Like Water for Chocolate. She wears her nicest dress – in part to be professional, in part because at the very least, she wants to look pretty in front of Joel. When she tells him about her idea, his eyes light up in that Joel way. It’s unmistakable. It’s the thing that makes so many people fall in love with him. The Tom Cruise of Cinema Studies. He tells her it’s a great idea, gives her some recommendations on what to read before she writes the paper, and asks her when she’s applying for graduate school. He’d love to write her a letter of recommendation. Emma grins and thanks him, but she can feel her face fall. Joel gives her a funny look.

“Emma?” he asks. “Something wrong?”

Emma’s chest gets very warm. It’s not desire, either. She tries to breathe, tries to say anything, but she can’t. She can’t say what her head is screaming.

I love you, okay? I love you.

Because she doesn’t love Joel.

It would just be nice if she did. If she could.

She shakes her head at him instead.

“No,” she says. “Just thinking about Merleau-Ponty.”

Joel laughs.

“Yeah,” he says. “Good thing to think about.”

He plays it cool, and Emma wishes she could really love him more than ever.

[kamijoxversailles]

I deliberately wrote it the way I did because I've known students here in Norway, where a public higher education is virtually free, who did not have to work beside their studies - not because the state loan we get is amazing, but because they had parents who paid their rent, so they could spend their monthly loan however they wished - and who still studied virtually 24/7.

Especially during exam season, people would sit and read and read and quiz themselves and believe it was worth it to forsake sleep in order to do well on their exams.

I wrote what I wrote because the students I have in my memory did not HAVE to study so late, or read so much; they had the freedom and time and finances to do it a healthy way - but their families and their professors and the books they loved as children - they all glorified the self sacrificing student, the hard working one who sacrifices all social life in order to focus on their studies, and therefore rises to the top of their class!

That student probably isn't exactly a lie. But they are very rare, and they're a student who will probably get burned out sooner or later, and will wake up one day and realize they don't have any friends, because they never prioritized it.

Yes, I agree. They're a student whose study is actively being sabotaged. But with the students I had in mind when writing those tags, it was very much self sabotage. They had the resources necessary to not have to do it like that, but they still did it - out of some misguided notion that working yourself into a nervous breakdown is morally superior.

Yes, this is a societal problem, absolutely, we are entirely agreed!!!

But I live in Norway. I have never lived in the United States of America, and while I feel deeply sorry for everyone who lives there and doesn't have filthy rich families, I do not, and will not ever, write from the perspective of the American student reality.

Norwegian public education is FAR from perfect!!! And we too glorify the student who works hard and diligently and doesn't really know when to quit.

But for me, this was NOT a tag that had anything to do with finances or a lack other resources that cause a student to have to work and only has time to study late in the evening.

My tag did not look down on people who don't sleep enough, because they have to study.

I rarely get enough sleep myself!

But what I meant with being bad students, is that they buy into the lie that in order to be a Good Student, you SHOULD study every second of free time you have, and gladly sacrifice sleep for your studies. Buying into the lie that studying all the time = morally superior/better than students who only set off like, one hour a day to study, and focus on other things too (like sleep, working out, socializing, watching a film, reading a book they WANT to read, etc).

Media and older relatives, here at least, paint a picture that the first student is a Good Student, while the second one is a Lazy Student, a bad one, and that they could become one of the Good Students if they only studied harder!!!

And that is the image I want to change. You are not being a "bad student" for taking breaks and moving and getting enough sleep. On the contrary, you're being a rather bad student if you CHOOSE to sacrifice sleep because you think it makes you better than the ones who did sleep. And people have been known to do just that, so. Bad, because you're working against yourself, against your brain, against your needs!

So I'm not blaming the students who have to work a lot both at school and after school.

I AM blaming the societies and generations that have taught us the slightest bit of rest = laziness.

We need to take it back and stop listening to those guys.

Has anyone else noticed that as a society, we’re shamed for wanting to sleep? Sleeping in is bad, naps are only okay if they’re 20 minutes, you cant be tired unless you’re a <insert career/lifestyle choice here>, so on and so forth.

I mean, I think we all need to spread our blankets out, cuddle a pillow, and go to sleep. Everyone needs more of it, fuck this “it’s not productive” nonsense. It’s okay to sleep, it’s okay to want to sleep. You’re not lazy because of it.

[back-and-totheleft]

The Answer Sheet

Q) Where did you grow up and go to school? A) I grew up in New York, went to [private] Trinity School but graduated from The Hill School [an exclusive college-preparatory boarding school in Pottstown, Pa.,] and went to Yale [University]. I dropped out of Yale, went to Vietnam, and went back to Yale, but dropped out again.

Q) Why? A) It’s so complicated. The first time I dropped out I went to Vietnam and was a teacher in a Chinese high school. The second time I served in the military.

Q) Let’s go back to your early schooling. What do you remember about it? Did you like going to school? A) It was an organized activity. It passed the time.

Q) Did you have subjects you loved? A) I loved history and English and to some degree mathematics. I liked math except for Geometry and loved calculus and algebra. It is satisfying to get an answer, to get a yes or a no….There are no answers in English or history. And I liked chemistry for that reason, and biology. I had a hard time physics and a terrible time with economics. A horrible, boring subject. I got a C in economics��� If I had stayed at Yale I would have majored in history or English.

Q) Any teachers you remember? A) At Yale, Professor Curtis. He was a British historian. He taught European history. In hindsight he certainly slanted toward the British point of view, but all education is slanted at some point. He was a wonderful, wonderful teacher…. I also had many good teachers at Trinity School.. Hill School was a tough four years of rigorous homework and hard work. There were many teachers I remember, including the headmaster, Ed Hall. He taught advanced English… And then I lucked out when I went to film school at New York University. [Film director] Marty Scorsese was one of my teachers.

Q) What was The Hill School like? I hated the Hill School at the time. It was monastic. Horrible food, no girls. It was truly one of those Charles Dickens’ types of experiences.. And I really hated it. Years later I came to appreciate it. I think the inquiry and above all the discipline, of studying and concentrating and sitting down and doing it. It was embedded very strongly at the Hill School … I also liked the camaraderie… I went there when I was 14 and I had the shock of my life. I was competing with kids from across the United States. And the same thing happened at Yale.. We did have a classful of people who are entitled… George Bush was in my class in 1968…

Q) When did you go to NYU? A) I was coming out of Vietnam. I was a mess. It seemed a good way to get a degree on the GI bill. I was older, 24. It was strange to go to college with younger people. They were 19, 20. It’s a big gap at that age. [He graduated from NYU in 1971.]

Q) Where did you send your own kids to school? How old are they now? A) I have three; 25 and 18 and 14.. All of them went to a private school… My older son went to Princeton.

Q) Why did you send them to a private school? A) I think I went with the herd. When you have to send your kid to the top schools I didn’t buck the system, although I had myself. I gave them best education I thought they could get… But I realize you have to go through some suffering and pain. People don’t appreciate education unless they are an immigrant or coming up the hard way. It’s a sense of entitlement.

Q) What do you think kids need to be learning today? A) Interpersonal skills.

Q) What else? A) They should learn approaches to thinking. I think most of the courses I took were terribly American ethnocentric, America first. History was taught through the American lens… European history was taught with the Anglo-Saxon system at the center. We never questioned the role of America or Britain’s empires.

Q) Your movies all seem to be some kind of an education. Is that your intent? A) I’m trying to document my feelings as I go along through life. Movies have become revelations to me too. You don’t know what you are going to do next. Life is quite a surprise you know… You open your eyes to things. And that’s what I’ve tried to document…I’ve gotten into a lot of hot water. Sure. But a man can be judged by the quality of his enemies. Some of the people I’ve pissed off have been establishment morons. They are in very high places. They all went to Yale and the right schools… I do wish some of those kids went to Vietnam. It would have helped. By avoiding Vietnam we entered into this mixed understanding of what that meant.

Q) It’s interesting that you are doing a second Wall Street. A) The 2008 financial crash put another framework on it. I’m very pleased.

-Valerie Strauss, The Washington Post, Sept 24 2010 [x]

[darkwaveho]

Favors

Summary: You get multiple surprises in one day.

Parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Stalking, harassment, cursing, suggestive content, Jealousy, groping,

Part 4 | Part 6|

The events of last night weighed heavily on you all morning. You barely slept last night and you were not in the mood for anything, or anyone especially when you get to your film class and find someone sitting in your unassigned assigned seat. you decide against confronting them about the seat, at least right away. As soon as you sit down and pull your laptop out the faint smell and that hypnotizing accent sends chills down your spine. 

“You know it’s not polite to leave someone wet and needy on top of a car, right? Not only do we need to work on your manners but aftercare as well hm?” She spoke the truth after you left her, she craved more of you she didn’t even stick around for the party too long after. In search on relief, she went back to her room and came several times while she still had the fresh memory of you on her brain. you quickly turn your head in her direction with a shocked expression. What was she doing here? How did she even know what class you were in?  

“How do you even know where my class is?” you ask with a hint of anger.

“I have my ways dekta.” you only stare at her annoyingly before she speaks again. You let silence through the atmosphere as she inches closer to you in your seat. “How about we continue what we started in the garage?” you laugh. “What we started? I’m pretty sure it’s finished.” You lower your voice. maybe you can play with her bit more. you did have fun last night seeing her easily submit to you. “I’m pretty sure you finished too.” Wanda moans with a joyful smile plastered on her face. “I know I said this before.” She slides her hand up your leg while you slap her hands away giving her a warning glare. “But I love your mouth.” Her breath faintly hits the shell of your ear. “I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing it the way I want though, maybe we can change that?” You feel her fingers lightly tug on the zipper on your jeans.

A loud voice rings through the room startling you out of your trance Wanda placed on you. “Miss Maximoff, I do not believe you are on my listing for this course, Is there a reason why you’re here in my class?”

Wanda clears her throat and turns to the professor. “I’m not on your listing professor, that’s why I’m here to get a feel.” She squeezes your leg. “On if I want to enlist in this course, I absolutely love film.” He hums in acknowledgment. “Yes, that’s all fine and good but until I see your name on my list you cannot be in my class. I’m going to have to ask you to leave Miss Maximoff.” Wanda clenches her jaw and narrows her eyes at the man who does he think he is? When Wanda moves too slow for the professors liking he raises his voice. “Now.” Oh yeah, she was definitely going to get him for this. “I’ll see you later baby.” she says lowly.

“No, you won’t.” you quickly reply back to her.

 “You’re cute.” She smiles before picking up her bag and walking down the stairs to stand in front of the professor’s desk. she stares him down on her way out of the room. She wonders if he normally has a stick up his ass but then she remembers how pathetic his wife would sound whenever she needed Wanda to fuck her because he couldn’t get the job done. He definitely needs to be put in his place if Wanda wasn’t taken by you already, she would surely fuck his wife again in retaliation and leave a few items behind on purpose but not anything that would link her to the affair.

“What’s up with you and Maximoff now? It’s like every time I see you, she’s there.” you sigh while rubbing your tired eyes. “I guess she has me on her list now.” Daisy studies you silently. “You’re not going to give in to her right? she treats them like whores after she’s done having fun with them.” You really wish you could tell daisy that you weren’t going to fall victim to Wanda. it’s no use in lying, you’re obviously attracted to her even if she’s pushy and obnoxious all the time. “I know daze, trust me I’m not the one seeking her out.” Her jaw drops from your response. “Wait run that back, she came to you?” You nod your head with a curious gaze. 

That’s never happened before, Wanda never had to chase anyone before so she must really want you. “But don’t worry I’m trying to avoid her I’d rather not deal with her baggage.” Daisy doesn’t want that to happen. She doesn’t want you getting hurt, you’re to kindhearted to be with Wanda anyway you deserve someone better someone that matches your same energy. someone like Daisy. “Good.” She says with much more confidence than she had before. you raise your eyebrows at her which has her quickly rephrasing her words.  “I just don’t want you getting hurt. I’d have to kick her ass.” As you chuckle at her protectiveness; she playfully nudges your shoulder while the professor signals for the class to quiet down. “You have nothing to worry about.” you say as the light dim down.

After film class was over you and Daisy decided to head to the cafe for a moment, this was your favorite spot. you only really came here with daisy to unwind and chill. the two of you order your usuals and sit at your favorite table all the while exchanging different theories and opinions about the movie you two watched in film class this morning. after a while Daisy says her goodbye as she gathers her bag her coding class was all the way on the other side of the campus, and she couldn’t be late again. “I’ll catch you later Y/n.” 

you smile at her as you look up from your laptop. “See you later Daze.” You should really be more aware of your surroundings Wanda thought as she’s been sitting here in the cafe just watching you and Daisy for the past 30 minutes. Kate gave her the run-down of your whole routine she knew you’d be here in the cafe after film class, but she didn’t know you would bring that convict with you. she finally rises from her hidden spot in the cafe and walks towards you with determination and confidence.

“I told you I would see you later, didn’t I?” you look up from your laptop to yet again see the same face you say just a few hours ago. She drops something on the table causing you to shift your focus. “What’s this?” You say questioning the black matte shopping bag Wanda placed on the table. “Open it and find out.” She says while smiling at you as she takes a seat across from you. You don’t know what might be in there but you’re curious.

When you take too long without moving to open the bag Wanda pushes it closer to you. “C’mon I spent a lot of time picking it out for you.” She ends the sentence with a pout. A cute pout. You were probably really going to regret this, but you make a move to open the bag. inside the bag she had all types of underwear from detailed lace, silk, thongs, she even bought you guarders and stockings. 

“Are you serious, right now?” 

She pouts a little at your response she thought for sure you would like them, and it was wayy better quality than the flimsy ones you wore last night. she wasn’t complaining then about the easy access, but she wanted you in the best, so she bought it for you, she was the only one going to see you in them anyway. “Yes, what’s wrong do you not like them?” 

You ignore her question because you do in fact like them you actually love them but the way she just bought them and casually shows up with a bag full of panties annoys you a bit. “Why did you buy these?” 

“Well, I felt a little bad for ripping your red ones and you left the party without anything covering that pretty pussy of yours.” She leans forward as she darkly whispers. “We can’t have that now, can we?” You throw the bag across the table hitting Wanda in the chest. “What is this something you buy other whores?” Wanda was about to put you in your place for even mentioning those other broads. she never bought them anything like this. what did she have to do to prove to you that you’re the one for her? maybe she didn’t think it through and jumped the gun with the panties. Before either of you can continue with your conversation you spot Carmen coming to your table Wanda notices your shift in sight and follows suit. 

“Hey, Y/n.” 

“What’s up Carmen? This is a little weird I’ve never seen you out of your uniform before.” Carmen chuckles and slightly blushes. Wanda sits across from you staring daggers into the other girl, was she really going to stand there and not acknowledge her? and blatantly flirt with you in her face? Oh, no that’s not going to fly. “Well, hello to you too Caramel.” Wanda sends her a tight-lipped smile after her sarcastic remark. Carmen turns her head to Wanda’s seated figure. 

“Oh, sorry I didn’t see you there.” She still makes no effort to properly greet Wanda. “Anyway, I um wanted to give you this, I didn’t see you this morning and I know how much you love them. So, I saved you one.” She places the small pouch containing the brownies on the table. Before you can grab the container; Wanda’s hands are all over it. She opens the container ignoring your stern look of disapproval. 

“Wanda!” You try to reach for the brownie, but she leans away from you taking a bite of it. “Oh, I’m sorry, here have a bite.” She holds the brownie out in front of your face. Disgust shown on your face has Wanda tilting her head with a curious look. “I’m not eating after you.” She lets out a devilish laugh. “You won’t eat after me, but you had no problem sticking your fingers in me?” Your eyes widen with shock and embarrassment. Carmen shifts uncomfortably as she clears her throat. “Oh, I- uh, had no idea you two were.” She leaves her sentence open not knowing what to do in this situation. She’s embarrassed, Wanda notices and of course takes advantage of that. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about it Caramel, but thanks for the brownies.” Her posture falters for a moment before she turns back to you. “I’ll see you around y/n, enjoy the brownies.” She leaves the table before you can explain and tell her you and Wanda are not together. you shift all your energy to Wanda. “Hm, these are really good; I see why you like them princess. but as good as they are I can make better ones; I’ll make you some the next time you come over.”

You roll your eyes at her cockiness, who said you were ever going to step foot in her apartment again? “Why would you do that? seriously she’s really nice. Now it’s gonna be awkward when I have to explain everything to her.” 

“Who says you have to explain anything to her?” 

“Well, I don’t need anyone thinking I’m dating you. maybe I can still catch up to her.” You say as you start gathering your things and getting up from the seat. Wanda moves fast to round the table and pushes you back in the seat before you can leave. 

“Sit. down. Detka” She pushes you back with so much force your left panting. 

“You know I don’t appreciate being treated like that you really hurt my feelings, but you can make it up to me by letting me feed you this brownie. Open.” She sits on your lap holding the brownie up to your lips waiting patiently. 

“Please don’t make me get rough in public I’d rather save that for the bedroom, unless you like being watched.” You stare up at her as heat rushes through your body. “I don’t want any-” your sentence is cut off when Wanda shoves the brownie into your mouth unexpectedly causing you to gag a bit. You give her a bewildered look after your fit of coughing calms down. “What the fuck.” you say with the brownie still in your mouth.

“Ah ah detka don’t talk with your mouth full.” she giggles at your reaction. This was fun to her playing with you this way she didn’t want to choke you up like that…not really you just tested her patience. She’s rather choke you properly in the confined space of her room and not in this café. When your eyes shift from Wanda and your face falters, she follows your line of sight. Ah of course she forgot about this problem. Daisy. She needs her out of the way. She doesn’t deserve you. Carmen doesn’t deserve you. Wanda is the only person on this earth that should be able to claim you and she’ll make sure that happens. Daisy’s smile quickly falters when she sees Wanda sitting on your lap and so close to your face. 

To Daisy it was as if Wanda was sucking your face right now in front of her. Your breath hitches when you see the hurt on her face. Sure, you both flirted back and forth and had moments, but nothing came of it because neither one you made a move to further explore things exclusively. Did she have the right to be mad? To be sad? Should you feel guilty right now? Wanda on the other hand had a smug look on her face she really wanted to push Daisy’s button. She wanted to mark her territory. Wanda grabs your face and presses her lips against yours. You’re shocked from the contact not able to do anything for a moment but sit there and let her lips move against yours.

“Kiss me back.” she lowly growls against your lips. She seems to get irritated at the lack of interest from you, so she harshly bites down on your bottom lip. You groan in pain, but it doesn’t last long when you feel her tongue move across the wound she just caused. She continues her exploring as she finally moves her tongue into your mouth. Everything happens so quickly you didn’t have a chance to react accordingly. Wanda leans back slightly while biting her bottom lip as she studies you. “You taste so sweet Princess and I’m sure it wasn’t because of the brownie.” 

you got lost in Wanda for a moment that felt like eternity when you finally turn back to the door you see Daisy’s figure approaching the table. “Daisy.” you whisper with wide eyes. When she gets to the table the words that come from her lips are harsh. “I forgot my jacket.” she nods her head at the other side of the table not bothering to look at you or Wanda. 

“So much for avoiding that baggage you spoke of this morning, huh, Y/n?” She says as she reaches next to you to grab her jacket. Wanda takes a guess at what you two were talking about it had to be about her. She can tell how much it affects Daisy that she’s so close to you right now. Wanda chimes into the conversation to push Daisy’s buttons even more. “What’s that supposed to mean Johnson? You got something you want to say?” Wanda says as she removes herself from your lap to stand eye to eye with Daisy.

Daisy thinks about it for a moment you shake your head not wanting her to stoop down to Wanda’s level. but of course, Daisy was going to do whatever she wanted. “Not much, just that you’re a future junkie and that Y/n shouldn’t be giving you the time of day.” She shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly. 

Wanda laughs at the insult unfazed. “Yeah, maybe so, but with your record I’m surprised you can even pass judgement on me. honestly, I don’t see how the university allowed you to even enroll here. You low life, low class, bottom of the barrel, jail bird.” Okay, maybe the insult hurt Wanda more than she led on with. 

“Okay, enough.” your attempt at de-escalating the situation goes unnoticed. 

Daisy sets her jaw and stares Wanda down with determination and slight amusement? what did she have up her sleeve? “At least I’m true to who and what I am, the only reason you’re even here is because of your father’s name. From what I hear daddy wasn’t too enthused about your artwork as much as he was about Pietro’s future track career. Isn’t that, right? Even your own father knows you’re nothing but failure, you’re a shitty person with shitty art.” Was it bad to say you were slightly turned on right now? 

“Speaking of fathers how is yours by the way? Actually, how are both of your parents? Are they proud of what you’ve done?” Wanda says as she tilts her head curiously waiting for Daisy to answer her questions. Daisy’s parents were dead. she was an orphan. This was going too far, too fast and each time you tried to intervene it did nothing.

“Wanda!” you slap her arm from your seated position.

“What? she gets to talk about me and my family, but I can’t return the favor? you’re smart Johnson there’s no taking that away from you, but you have to be the dumbest smartest person on earth to think you can get away with hacking a major multibillion-dollar corporation and get away with it. And from what I heard you took a plea deal isn’t that right?” Daisy was close to going to jail? you didn’t know that. You also didn’t know she hacked a multibillion-dollar company, maybe she didn’t trust you enough to share that with you. 

Daisy shakes her head no as Wanda counters it with a condescending yes. “Yes, you did, you took the plea deal so you wouldn’t go to jail. Art is subjective to anyone that views it that’s just how it works but you, you’re a fucking hypocrite. Everyone else involved had to serve time, their future ruined but not you, right? You couldn’t even take accountability for what you did. That’s not being true to what and who you are. You’re nothing but a coward and a snitch!” You wouldn’t say Wanda was angry but she sure wasn’t her normal laid back and chill self-right now, and her prominent accent was proof of that. 

Sometimes you forgot she even had one it only comes out occasionally but, in this moment, it’s been present since Daisy approached the table. You see the clench in daisy’s fist you don’t want her getting in trouble she would ultimately get expelled since violence was not tolerated whatsoever. you stand up from your chair to step in-between the two of them but before you can fully stand between them you feel the shocking coldness drenched all over your face and shirt. Maybe that was a bad idea, and you should’ve just stayed seated or simply let them hash it out on their own, this whole thing was stupid anyway.

“What the hell?” When you finally open your eyes from the liquid substance. 

“Shit! Y/n, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to throw that at you.” Daisy is apologizing profusely. 

“Here, printcessa, let me help you.” Wanda tries helping you dry off; she also uses this as an excuse to touch you but mainly just to help you dry off with the napkins she grabbed. you swat at her body not wanting either one of them to touch you. it’s one thing to have a freezing cold ice coffee thrown in your face but when you look down at the table your laptop was completely ruined you don’t even need to touch it to know it won’t power back on. “Look at my fucking laptop, now what I’m I supposed to do? You two have any idea how much I saved up for that? this whole argument is fucking stupid; I’m not sticking around for your dick swinging contest anymore.” 

“Y/n just let me help.” Daisy says while reaching out to you. 

You step away from her and Wanda gathering your bag. “No, I don’t want help from either of you. Both of you can fuck off! you point to both of them while walking out of the cafe to go home and clean yourself up.

“Great going Johnson, you fucked up her laptop.” she smirks to herself when she sees you took the bag of panties, she bought after all. Wanda takes another second to snap out of her mind of you wearing them and turns back to Daisy “I must have struck a nerve huh?”

“Fuck you Maximoff.” Wanda laughs at the anger steaming from Daisy right now. 

“I bet you’d like that, is that why you don’t like me? because I didn’t have you on my list?” Daisy expresses a look of disgust at Wanda’s response she was not interested in Wanda at all sure she was pretty, but she didn’t like her as a person and that also made her ugly. 

“In your dream Maximoff.”

Wanda hums 

“Anyway, here’s what’s going to happen. I need you to stay away from Y/n.” Wanda was being serious right now; she was having a perfect moment with you before she showed up. she ruined the coffee date with the insults and the spilled coffee on you and your damaged laptop. “What? Why would I do that? who are you to demand things from me?” Daisy had no idea how cruel Wanda really could be. 

“Haven’t you heard? I’m Wanda Maximoff, but I’m sure people know who you are much more than they know about me don’t they Skye?” The sharp intake of Daisy’s breath and her wide-eyed reaction is enough for Wanda to know she had won this battle. “How do you-” Daisy stutters her words not able to fully get them pass her lips.

 “Oh, please if I knew about your case what makes you think I didn’t know about you? The real you?” 

“Look I’m in witness protection you can’t tell anybody my real name.” Wanda holds her hand up not wanting to hear her babbling any longer. 

“Yeah, not interested in that honestly just stay away from y/n and your secret is safe jailbird. Do we have an understanding?” Daisy loved being friends with you, she wanted to be more than friends with you, but she couldn’t let this get out she would be hunted down for turning on the others she hacked the company with. this was going to be painful, but she had to put herself first. Daisy nods her head yes. “Yeah, whatever.” Wanda perks up at her response. 

“Glad we could come to an understanding Johnson, enjoy the rest of your day or not I don’t really give a fuck.” That is the last thing Wanda says as she grabs your abandoned laptop and walks out of the cafe. She wouldn’t just leave it there; you needed a new one and she was going to get one for you. Her princess couldn’t be without a laptop, and she definitely didn’t want you using the old beat down computers in the library. Only the best for you. Hopefully you would appreciate this much more than the bag of panties she bought you.

[godlygreta]

teacher’s assistant | j. m. kiszka.

title | teacher's assistant

summary | the teacher's assistant for your class was way too hot to be able to focus in class

warnings | um yes. bitch this is smut. y'all should know me by now. 18+ pls n thx

word count | 5.6k

author’s note | i am such a slut for the idea of teacher's assistant josh. i really just ugh can’t get over it. sorry i posted this so late in the evening!! there will be a part two if everyone wants it. i have some ideas that al and i talked about in the dm's... y'all would not be mentally prepared for that (i also did not edit this in the slightest so whoopsies if u find any mistakes pretend u didn’t)

n e ways, enjoy this my beautiful people. i love you guys sm. i cannot thank you enough for every comment, like, or reblog. y'all make my day everyday :)

via out x

Film and Literature was one of the classes you were most excited for in your second semester schedule. College has been good to you so far, classes passing by with ease. Your grades had never faltered, even throughout high school you were a model student.

Once the class had started, on your first day, you realized that the Professor you had, had a teacher’s assistant. It wasn’t uncommon for teachers to have them, sometimes their students had different perspectives on different subjects within a class. Professor Steger’s TA was cute, to say the least. Every once in a while, you took a long, generous look at him sitting at a desk in the corner of the classroom. You found out on the third day of class, his name was Josh. He was a film major with a minor in English and Literature.

In addition to thriving in college, you also completely lucked out with your roommate. She was incredible, a smart and charismatic person. Her schedule almost matched yours, a class or two here and there were the only times you weren’t right beside her. “Do you want to study in the commons or in the cafe downtown?”

“Cafe downtown,” she spoke, putting her laptop in her backpack. “It’s quieter and I don’t really feel like running into my fucking BioChem professor any time soon.”

“Yeah, he always seems like he’s in a bad mood.” You joked, throwing your backpack over your shoulder. She nodded, looking at you with wide eyes. You watched as Mackenzi slipped on her shoes, following behind her out of your dorm room. You locked the door behind you and caught up to her when you could.

The walk to the coffee shop downtown wasn’t too far. Less than 10 minutes, actually. You both talked about upcoming assignments, any papers they had due. You always reviewed her papers, she always went over yours.

“Who’s that guy that keeps staring at you? The one over there with the super curly hair.” Mackenzi asked, her finger slightly pointing towards the table at the window of the cafe, two people sat there. One of them was a boy with incredibly curly hair, brown eyes and a strong nose. The other sat across from him, his hair framed his face, matching brown eyes.

“Oh, that’s Josh. He’s the TA for my Film and Literature class with Professor Steger,” you looked over at him, noticing him deep in conversation with the boy that sat across from him. “He’s actually the coolest TA I’ve had. Sometimes it seems like he knows more about film than Steger does. And that’s saying a lot. He always looks so… excited when people ask him questions about the movie than when they ask Professor Steger.”

“Damn, seems smart. He keeps staring at you, though. Maybe you should go over there and talk to him.” She brought the cup up to her lips, her fingers being warmed by her coffee.

You scoffed, but it was more of a half laugh than anything. “And say what? ‘Hey, my roommate won’t shut up about you staring at me so I came over here to shut her up’?”

“Y/N, you are so dense sometimes. Ask him something about your next paper, or your final. Don’t you have to do an in-depth analysis about a film? Ask him if he could review your paper a few times so you can really impress the professor or something.” She said matter-of-factly.

“I could,” the thought crossed your mind. Would it really be so bad? What if he wasn’t even looking at you as much as Mack said he was? “Fuck it. Fine.”

You were nervous as you walked over. You were mostly doing it to please Mackenzi, but also part of you had wondered about the possible ‘what if’s’. You stood before the two, one hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re the TA for Professor Steger, Josh right?”

“Yeah, you’re Y/N?” The boy who sat across from him looked between the two of you, sipping his drink while he pretended to check his phone.

“Yeah.” You smiled at him, about to say something when he interrupted you.

“I, uh, I read your last paper on Halloween, it was very well written. I think you really put into words the importance of that movie in the Horror genre.” He spoke, hand moving from pinching the bridge of his nose to the air, circling around attempting to gather the words he was looking for.

“Thank you,” you smiled, looking between the two of them. A small, short window of silence fell between the two of you before you decided to take Mackenzi’s advice, asking about the final. “I was actually wondering if I could have you look over my final paper a few times before I turn it in to Professor Steger? I really want to impress him.”

“Sure! Do you want to email me and set up a time to meet within the next couple weeks or something?”

“Yeah, for sure. Otherwise, I can give you my number, too, if that’s alright with you?” You noticed right away the slight tint of pink that crept up on to his cheeks. He smiled a bit, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Yeah, here.” He handed you his phone,  a new contact already pulled up. “I’ll make sure to text you so you know it’s me.”

“Alrighty. Thank you.” He nodded to you before you walked away, face slightly hot from nerves, although you didn’t seem nervous to anyone. You sat back down at the table with Mackenzi. “Don’t say a word.”

“Aren’t you glad you did that?” You didn’t give Mackenzi a death glare, per se, but it was something that closely resembled it. There was a long pause before you answered her, a sip of coffee before you spoke up to answer her question.

“Okay, maybe a little bit.”

You did not want her to be right about it, but she was. Josh had always been in the back of your mind, him being a senior and you being a freshman. The stereotypes were there, obviously, the whole “senior and freshman” thing. Josh seemed the opposite though, where the stereotype seemed to only fit towards the athletic department.

The next time you had seen Josh was your class on Wednesday. He sat at the desk in the classroom as Professor Steger taught the class. You watched him intently, the way his pointer finger swiped over his bottom lip as he watched the Professor. Once he had accidentally caught your eye, he looked away blushing. You didn’t stop watching him though.

Your mind was wandering other places that involved Josh. Sure, you had stared at Josh in class before then, but the thought of being alone with him one on one had only recently been playing in your mind. Mackenzi was simply reading your body language yesterday. If she had been in this class with you since the beginning, she’d know that you find yourself looking at Josh a lot.

You loved the way he talked about film. Space Odyssey was one of his favorites. He talked about it and referred to it in class constantly. The fire inside his eyes was organic, he was magnetic every time he spoke. Maybe not the entire class was entranced when he spoke, but you were. You hung on every word, so much so that you decided to finally watch the movie for yourself. You could see why Josh loved it as much as he did, but it wasn’t necessarily your cup of tea.

You were planning on talking to Josh after class to set up something, and you just barely caught him before he left. “Josh!”

“Y/N, hi. I’ve been meaning to text you, classes and my senior project have just been kicking my ass.” He spoke, filing his things into his bookbag.

“You’re fine! I just wanted to set up something while we’re both here, if that’s cool.” 

“Yeah! Of course. Did you want to meet sometime next week? Otherwise we could meet Saturday or Sunday evening around seven-ish. I’m not sure what your weekend looks like.”

“Saturday sounds alright. We could meet at seven-thirty if you’re okay with that?” You asked, fidgeting with your hands.

“I’m alright with that, we can meet outside the building. After five on the weekends only staff is allowed to get into the building, so your card won’t work.” He spoke, writing it down quickly in his planner.

“Okay, so I’ll see you Saturday night outside?” You asked, watching him sling his backpack over his shoulder. He nodded, escorting you out of the classroom. “Alright. It’s a date.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded before walking off towards the south entrance of the building. You walked out, finding Mackenzi waiting for you with a hot cocoa.

“Class run late?” She asked, handing it to you. You hummed while taking a drink.

“No, I talked to Josh and we’re gonna meet here Saturday night at seven-thirty.”

“Girl,” she spoke, slapping your arm lightly, a big smile on her face. The look she gave you was enough to create a blush on your face, smiling a little too widely. You didn’t sweat it though, Mackenzi always gave you shit whenever you found someone new to obsess over for the next couple weeks.

That’s always how it went with you. The crushes - whatever you wanted to call them - never lasted too long; a week was the longest period of time. Her name was Cal, she was tall, brunette and played soccer for the team. You had her in your Western Civilizations class, she sat two rows ahead of you and seemingly always looked so good. It died out after she finally spoke in class, her views on the culture of the time ruining it all for you in one single sentence.

While you never formally admitted it to yourself that you had a crush on Josh, it had always been there in the back of your mind. Here and there you’d entertain the idea of what it would be like, but the fabrication of Josh in your mind had the potential to be the complete opposite. You didn’t think much more about it, the thought of Josh made your mind spiral into a million other things. Some of those things were not just about what a date with him might be like, but the aftermath.

❂ ❂ ❂

Friday’s class was a bore. Josh was nowhere to be found, fifteen minutes in. He was never usually late. This was his favorite class, not only to assist in, but also to learn from. He had been in this class before, his sophomore year. Professor Steger loved his contribution to the class. When Josh had been given the opportunity to TA for him, he took it.

You looked at the clock seemingly every five minutes to see if he was coming. You tried your best to focus on the Professor speaking instead of the thoughts of Josh that loomed around, but it was no use. Josh wasn’t coming today. It slightly made you sad, only because you had hoped his absence wouldn’t affect his attendance of your plans tomorrow evening.

The weekend came a little too slow for your liking. Thursday dragged on and then Friday came. You didn’t do anything Friday night except make up some bullshit for the paper you were asking Josh to help you with. You hadn’t even picked out what movie you were going to do an analysis on. You had had a few ideas in your mind, but nothing that seemed like it would make something spectacular. A few Timothee Chalamet movies, but what good is it if your main argument as to why someone should watch the movie is simply just that he’s in it.

As you walked up to the building, your nerves began to wrack up inside of you. You kept checking your phone, making sure it was seven-thirty. Maybe Josh had gotten there at seven and meant to meet at seven, when you didn’t show he left. Maybe he was running late. Maybe all the terrible things your anxiety made you think were just simply that - your anxiety. “Y/N!”

You turned around to see where the voice was coming from as well as who it belonged to. Josh was half jogging towards you, bookbag jumping slightly due to his pace. He stood in front of you, catching his breath, holding out his pointer finger to give him a second to breathe. “I was a little nervous you weren’t gonna show.”

“My roommate, who just so happens to be my twin, was talking on and on about an issue in the music department. I kept trying to get out of it, but he just never stops talking. Neither do I, but that’s not the point.” You laughed as Josh pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to the building.

You followed in after him, noticing how easy it was for him to navigate the building. While it was your second semester, you still had no idea what half of the building was. You had no idea where any of the classrooms were, especially from the front entrance. You barely paid attention, most of the time your brain was on autopilot walking to class. “Alright, Professor Steger doesn’t mind me using his office, I always find myself in here. He’s got a pretty extensive library in here for such a small space. He’s got a lot of older books, first editions and shit like that. They’re pretty cool if you’re a lover of books and other literature.”

“My mom used to read all the classics with me when I was a kid, my dad used to as well too. Although, I admit, they used to read Frankenstein with me and I always hated the beginning. It started too slow, as most books usually do.”

“They do, don’t they? I’m sure he’s got Frankenstein in here if you’d like to read it again. Maybe this time around you’ll enjoy the build up right before the climax.” He sat down in the Professor’s chair at his desk, legs spread as you pulled your laptop out of your bag. You tried your hardest to log into your computer and pull up the document you had started. All you could focus on was the way he was sitting, how fucking sexy he looked just sitting there. You gave the laptop back to him, letting him attempt to soak in the first few bits of your paper, “So--”

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” You interrupted him, Josh looked up from your computer, eyes locking with yours. Your eyes scanned up and down his figure in the chair. “I didn’t… I don’t… I’m good with my paper. I just wanted an excuse to get you alone.”

You couldn’t read his expression, mostly because your eyes were focused on the ground. You were nervous that this was a terrible idea and that Josh was about to reject you. Granted, if he did, it would be in the most respectful way possible, and you knew that. Josh wasn’t like every other dude that you knew, he was kind. 

“You could’ve just asked.” He started, standing from the chair. “I think you’re breathtaking. To be honest, I guess I always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. I didn’t want to say anything to you in case you didn’t feel the same.”

“I guess we both should’ve said something then.” He was close enough to you that you could feel his breath on you. You could even taste the mintyness of his breath, eyes moving from his to his lips. He did the same, once he made eye contact with yours, though, his hand went to your arm, fingertips ghosting over the skin. “Will you kiss me?”

He nodded lightly, hand brushing past your cheek to pull your lips to his. His lips tasted like mint as well, soft and supple - just as you imagined. He licked his lips so much during class, you weren’t at all shocked when he kissed you. He licked his lips while he spoke, while he listened to Professor Steger teach, anytime you looked over at him he was licking his lips.

The way his hands felt as they pulled you closer to his body by your waist was electric. Every time the pads of his fingers brushed against any inch of bare skin, your mind filled with an entirety of different colors and shapes. Your mind painted pictures you could only describe as heaven. Here, kissing Josh, that was your own idea of personal heaven.

Your hands tangled into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots when his teeth lightly sank into your bottom lip, pulling it gently towards him. Your eyes barely opened, but the look on Josh’s face as he studied yours was ungodly sexy. His eyes pooled with lust, lips barely open, but one side twisted up into a smirk. You brought your right hand out from his hand, taking your thumb and swiping it across his bottom lip, pulling it down with your thumb before looking back up into Josh’s eyes.

The hunger that licked flames inside your belly were wicked, hot to the touch and needed to be put out. Your fingers tugged at the shirt Josh wore, pulling it and him closer to you. You let your hands roam underneath his shirt, fingers splayed out over his chest. He separated the two of you, pulling his shirt over his head. While doing so, all you could do was watch him.

Your eyes paid close attention to every detail of his skin that made itself known to you. He drove you absolutely crazy, eyes scanning you up and down as you trailed your finger through the happy trail he had that dipped below his jeans. Your eyes flicked from the button on his jeans back up to his eyes, noticing the way Josh stared at you. A subtle nod led to a smirk rising to your face, popping the button on his jeans.

You leaned against the desk as Josh shimmied out of his pants, leaving them on the floor as he went to lock the door. He picked up your thighs, setting you down on the desk behind you. His lips regained their rightful place against your neck, your arms wrapped around his. You were thankful you wore a skirt to meet with Josh, his hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers slipped your panties to the side, his middle finger diving into your folds. “Hmm. This all for me, princess?”

“Yes sir,” his eyes got darker, if that was even possible in how shitty Professor Steger’s room was lit. He got down to his knees, eyes never leaving yours once. He pressed kisses from the inside of your knees to the insides of your thighs, gently biting at the skin. Your legs were both over his shoulders, his hands wrapped around your thighs as his tongue began to tease you. “Mhm, more.”

“More what?” He asked, you whined, your hands grabbing fistfulls of his hair. “Gotta use your words, pretty girl.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, Josh’s tongue flicking over your clit. “Need your hands, need both. Mhm. Please.”

His mind, in that moment, had filled with so many instances of you begging, both on your knees, and while his mouth is wrapped around your clit. God, you had such a hold on him without even realizing it. The way you looked while moaning, his middle and ring fingers inside of you, tongue paying special attention to your clit. He loved watching your face contort in pleasure as he did so, his pride swelling. He needed more though. He needed to hear how much you were loving face-fucking him. “How good do you feel, princess? That feel good?”

“Mhm,” you nodded fiercely, your tongue running over your bottom lip. “So good. So fucking good, fuck. Love your mouth and your fingers.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he spoke into your pussy, going back to relentlessly finger you again. Your orgasm was right there, two more strokes of his finger and tongue and you would be coming undone in his mouth. When your release finally came, your vision went black, body shook throughout the whole thing. Josh held you steady against his tongue and fingers, letting you use him to ride out the rest of your orgasm.

“Holy fuck.” You breathed out, letting your body go slack, leaning into Josh who had gotten up from his knees.

“Good?” He asked, although he knew the answer.

“Mhm. Very good.” You spoke, arms lazily wrapped around his neck. “Your turn now.”

“I don’t need anything. Just wanna be inside of you, princess.” He spoke against your temple, hands rubbing over your thighs. You nodded, pulling the fabric of his boxers down his slim legs as best you could. He pulled your hands away, bringing his boxers back up over his erection. You pouted, “One second.”

He went through Professor Steger’s drawers, finding a box of condoms in the bottom drawer of his desk. He grabbed a single foil packet from the box, ripping it open and walking back over to you. “Can I put it on you?”

“‘Course, baby.” He handed it over to you. You made eye contact while you rolled the condom on. He hummed and closed his eyes lightly when you began to jerk him off a little before lining him up with your entrance.

He let out a low moan until he was deep inside of you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. His hands were across your back, driving into you slow to start. It was annoying you - while you appreciated him taking his time, enjoying being inside of you, you needed something more. You needed to be fucked rough, and hard.

Almost as if Josh was reading your thoughts, his pace began to quicken, arms wrapping around your torso tightly, using your body as leverage. His hips snapped up, rolling into yours. You had to cover your mouth because you were being so loud. “Here, let me.”

Josh’s hand replaced your own, your nails digging crescent shaped marks into the tops of his shoulders. His other hand left from where it was wrapped around you to roll your nipple between his fingers, feeling you moan against his hand made him smile wide. A beautiful, blissed out smile. His smile was one of the seven wonders of the world, maybe even the universe.

His orgasm face? Even fucking better.

The pleasure you got simply from watching him get off was unbelievable. The way his face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth keeping his bottom lip hostage - it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life. You swore the heavens truly blessed you with the pure sight of his face. You whispered as he continued to pile drive you through the last of his orgasm. “Hmm, so pretty.”

He returned to his knees, spreading your legs apart, using his mouth to guide you through your second orgasm, your hand violently tugging at his hair this time -- this orgasm more intense than the one before, if that was even possible.

You and Josh continued to fool around more since then. In your dorm, in his, in Professor Steger’s office again and again. Anywhere you could have him, you would. It was everything about him that you absolutely needed. You loved the way he was so attentive to your body and what it wanted. His efforts seemed effortless, the way he began to become so acquainted with your body only made you want him more.

Ever since that first night in Steger’s office, though, you could really only wear a skirt. It was all you ever wore anymore. A skirt - easy enough access for Josh to fuck you anywhere, any time. Sometimes, you’d end up wearing a skirt that was shorter than the ones you would normally wear. You did it on purpose to drive Josh absolutely wild. You knew that your thighs were his weakness.

You’d wear it to class, especially on a day you knew Professor Steger was going to be gone. Josh would be teaching, standing in front of the classroom. He’d catch a glimpse of your skirt, noticing how high it rose on your thighs. He’d trip up on whatever he was talking about, stuttering before he’d go to take a drink out of his tin water bottle. Class would end and your phone would light up from a text message from Josh, telling you to meet him in the stacks. The ‘asap’ at the end would be in all caps.

This was one of those times.

Your back was against a stack of books, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands steady on your ass to help himself hold you up. His kisses created poetry on your skin, lips leaving entire sentence fragments of gratitude against your neck. Your hands were in his hair, raking through the curls, occasionally tugging when Josh kissed over that one spot on your neck that drove you wild. “Shhh,” he put his lips against yours as you moaned, grinding your hips against his. “We don’t want anyone to find us now, do we?”

You shook your head no, his mouth replaced by his hand as the other hand was used to swirl his middle finger over your clit in circles. You moaned into his hand, rutting your hips anyway you could to be able to feel more, feel anything more. You grabbed his hand, pulling it away, “Josh, I really don’t have time for foreplay today. Either you’re fucking me, or I’m going back to working on my Midterm paper for Hann’s class.”

“Fucking you it is, my love.” He unbuckled his pants with haste, forcing them and his boxers down. You were already dripping, his dick slid right in with no issue. The loud moan that fell from your lips was quickly silenced by Josh’s hand.

God, you could do this all fucking day. You could wake up, fuck Josh. Go to class, come back, fuck Josh. Go to dinner, come back, fuck Josh. And that’s the way that it was for the entire first semester. Once break came, you and Josh had to find other means of pleasure. He went back to Michigan, you living only a few hours from campus - the two of you resorted to phone sex. 

You lived for the nights you were able to hear him a mess on the phone, whimpering and groaning to the pure thought of you alone. And sure, he had pictures of you on his phone, but that wasn’t as good as being able to hear you himself.

When spring semester came around, the two of you resumed things as usual. Fucking each other anywhere and everywhere you could. You even broadened your horizons, fucking at your house, on the road to his, a beach you had stopped at along the way -- again, anywhere and everywhere. You couldn’t get enough of him, and neither could he. He swallowed up every inch of you that he could every time he was around you.

Being with Josh was truly like living a fairytale.

What you weren’t prepared for was having to spend the rest of your college years away from him. He was graduating next month and the life you had come so accustomed to living would be ripped away from you in mere weeks. It broke your heart, so much so that you didn’t even want to attend the Senior Project Event nights. Josh was up on Friday night and his project was a movie. He didn’t tell you any other details about it, all he told you was to dress nicely.

And so you did. The deep red wine color of your dress contrasted nicely with your skin tone, making your eyes pop as well. Yours really heels made you slightly taller than Josh, but not enough to create looks from the other students and faculty.

You sat next to Josh’s seat, nervous as to why you couldn’t have gone with him. You didn’t know many of the other seniors, besides his twin, Jake. Sam, his other brother, sat across from you, his best friend Danny next to him. You watched intently as Josh crossed the stage, walking up to the podium. 

“Hello everyone. Thank you for coming to our Senior Project night for the Arts department. My name is Josh Kiszka, I’m graduating with a major in Film and Acting. My senior project was about the raw versions of life everyone goes through, or at least, the raw, unfiltered version of my time spent as a college student. The film you are about to watch does have some mature content, all of which has been consented to have been in this film. This piece means the world to me, especially due to an important character we meet in the latter half of the movie. Sit back, and enjoy.”

The music in the background was instantly recognizable. Sam was playing the piano, a light and pillowy tone to set the mood. You had been there when Josh was recording Sam’s piece, the way certain parts held more emotions than anything, the rush of emotions you had felt.

Josh’s voice could be heard throughout the auditorium, his voiceover going behind his first three years of college, how blurry they were and how youthful he thought he had felt. The color scheme changed once senior year came around. All of the tones were warmer, yellow and orange hues playing in the scenes. You noticed bits and pieces of trips you had taken with Josh in there, videos of you driving, you at the beach, his and your houses.

Tears began to well in your eyes.

“During those beginning years, I felt as though time was never going to slow. The world was forever going to turn and I was just going to be the way I was then, forever. Time had stilled the moment I laid eyes on her. Embers and ashes began to ignite, flames erupted and my soul finally lit up. It was her. I never thought soulmates were a thing. It seemed too perfect of a thought. And then, the universe laughed at me. They threw me a curveball; the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on was right in front of me, asking me to be hers.”

The moment was clear in your mind. 

You sat in front of the television in Josh’s living room inside of his shared apartment with Jake. Your legs wrapped around his waist, curling the strands of hair around your finger, his eyes never leaving yours. It slipped out - you had no intention of telling him that you loved him before you were even a couple. “My heart has become very fond of you, Joshua Michael.”

His eyes filled with even more happiness than before, his hands grabbing your cheeks. “Mine has always yearned for you. It always will.”

Josh’s movie continued showing clips, videos of you, Jake and Sam hurling snowballs at each other, a glimpse of a movie night you and Josh had, a view from his bedroom door of you and Jake looking at baby pictures of the two of them together. A few of the clips that had made it into the movie were videos of the two of you kissing, one of them was a sneaky view of you getting off to the thought of Josh (which made your cheeks burn, but the video was edited so beautifully, it didn’t seem as dirty as most porn was -- it was almost ethereal, the way you looked from Josh’s lens).

The last and final shot of the film was from the day Josh told you about his movie. 

He had made dinner, a simple and easy pasta recipe (he had Jake help him cook so he could take you on a walk in the park first). He borrowed a record player from Sam’s dorm room, playing all of your and his favorite vinyls to slow dance to.

“This was so nice, Josh. Thank you. For everything.” You kissed him softly, hands steady on his cheeks.

“You deserve the universe and more. Everyday with you feels like I’m walking through Heaven. The stars don’t even begin to compare to how beautiful you are. You’re truly a beacon of light and love, mama.”

“You are the epitome of eternal sunshine, Joshua Kiszka.”

The movie got a standing ovation which came as no surprise to any of those seated at the Kiszka table. Karen gave you a hug, noticing the tears that fell from your face. You clapped your hands as loud as you could, making eye contact with Josh as he walked across the stage and bowed. You were completely in awe of the man on that stage. He was truly the most amazing human being you had ever come to know. Josh said his thank you’s, walked off stage and came running over to you.

In an instant you were picked up and spun around, the entire auditorium still clapping. The amount of serotonin rushing through you was intoxicating, life truly couldn’t get much better than this moment. You kissed him deeply, eyes screwed shut, cheeks still slightly wet with tears. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, his around your waist. “Did you like it, mama?”

“Did I like it? I have no words on how amazing that film was, Josh. It was so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

The amount of kisses you gave him after that was nothing compared to what was waiting for him at home.

[bubblyhoney]

buncha kisses

warnings: mature language, Good music mention, slight suggestive content, lotta name calling!, basically just fluff

tags: sapnap x fem!reader (a continuation of [renamed from “a collection of moments at the beginning of your relationship”] win for me, basically, with college!au)

words: 1447

A/N: a very sweet anon requested a continuation of college!au with sappy and had some great ideas for me! i love when you guys interact and talk with me pls continue to do so! been receiving a lot of really encouraging attention from some of my favorite people (ahem, for example @strawberrymilkgeorge [among others] <3) so i just wanted to say thanks for that :)

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It’s a sticky day in May.

It’s that kind of hot that irritates under the skin and works its way through the hair on your arms. Makes you want to either rip your skin off or sink into a pool full of ice.

May is a month that Florida doesn’t take very well; it’s either raining like it’s the Great Flood, or hot as a mosquito’s ball sack.

And to make matters worse, it’s the due date of a huge calculus project. Like— weighted heavier than the final kind of huge.

You’d gotten up three hours before your final at 9 just to cram. Your desk was littered with folders, chapter notes, and highlighters dull with use. A half-eaten bagel was off to the side, staling by the second.

That was before your AC broke. Yup. Broke. Ka-put. Just full on died—it was almost audible. Your roommate had stumbled into your room, face creased with sleep, and cursed for thirty seconds straight.

Completely understandable, actually.

But you didn’t have time to fret about the damn temperature. You just took your shirt off, kicked the box fan near your bed into the highest gear, and breathed hot anger down into your notes.

The only relief you would find would be lunch with Sapnap after your final. His apartment had air conditioning, and he was surprisingly deft with a knife and cutting board. Dude didn’t know how to figure the mechanics for emailing his film class project to you that one time last semester but could whip up a Greek salad and broiled chicken like no other. Your own little Gordon Ramsey.

He was yours now, officially. As of last month he was yours. A month full of drive-in movies, failed study dates, and an absurd amount of McFlurry’s.

And that’s what is waiting for you in Sapnap’s cup holder when you swing your way into his car with an exasperated look on your face. You just melt, eyes flicking up to his gratefully and silently taking it.

“How was the final?” He lays a hand on the gear shifter and nudges the AC up one more tick. The door closes behind you and you shuffle your legs apart, leg hair tingling in this heat.

“It was fucking brutal. I think I developed an ulcer just looking at the reference page,” you huff and he just shakes his head, laugh hot on his lips. “Absolutely not worth the studying—think I got a good grade, though.”

“Well, that’s cool. I’m proud of you.” The engine chugs to life when he shifts into drive and starts for the side street.

“Thanks.” Your cheeks blush ever so lightly but you pass it off to the heat. A moment passes. “So.” The straw makes a choking noise as it nudges at the bottom of an empty cup. Jesus, you finished that fast. “What’s on the menu for today?” Brandy’s Sunny Day lilts softly into the blasting air as you settle into a comfortable conversation, schoolwork at the back of your mind.

“Thinking of making banana chocolate chip muffins and pigging on those. Thoughts?” Flicking on his left turn signal with his left hand, the right slides onto your knee.

It’s never too hot for that.

“Sounds perfect,” you reply, voice small in a sudden bout of shyness. He double-takes with a smile, squeezing once at your leg.

Pigging is a perfect term for what you two do the second those muffins are out of the oven; it is too easy to shove three of those in a matter of seconds. Bellies full and in a sugar coma, you two lay under the whirring of his living room’s fan and stare up at the ceiling.

“This feels so good,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded. Reaching a hand out, he pats his way to your hand and takes it, immediately squeezing it. “Wish you were kissing me right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” You taunt and hike a leg up onto his hips, swinging onto his lap and leaning to get your lips near his.

And that’s that.

The night is perfect.

Sapnap ushered you into his car at midnight and within four minutes you were on a US freeway with your head out the window. Like a dog.

A lone bird flies past in the dark air and you watch it swing into a patch of trees. You just close your eyes and breathe.

The stress literally melts. Melts into a puddle and drips out of you, falling onto the black pavement whipping past at a moment’s notice. School is a bitch already, much less an American college education. Grades and tests and professors and GPA’s and all that.

You swear Logan Lerman’s character knew what he was talking about when he said “we were infinite” in The Perks of Being A Wallflower. That’s what this feels like: infinity. Going 70 in a car driven by your hunk of a boyfriend, feeling the wind in your hair and the taste of midnight in between your teeth.

The inside of the car feels sweet when you duck your head back in, smile wide and hair crazy and a content look in your eyes. Sapnap gives you a glance before looking back at the road nonchalantly and lifting to curl and twitch two fingers at you. You instinctively move forward, eyebrows drawn together in curiosity. Three fingers grip your jaw tight, and then his mouth is on yours as the chorus of The King swells through the speakers. You only get two seconds to hum in happiness and slide a hand up his chest before he’s pulling away and has those beautiful eyes back on the road.

“You’re mean to me,” you sigh, and settle back into your seat with a ‘hmph’. He just looks smug. Bastard.

The nights Sapnap plays video games with his friends are—hm. Definitely something. You like to let him have those nights with no distractions most of the time; and you’re categorized as a distraction by the amount of times he “lags” when giving you a kiss or getting you on his lap.

Tonight, he got off work early and on the drive home called and asked if you’d come over and sit with him while he Robloxes with his friends. (“It’s like you can’t go one day without your hands on me,” you’d teased, but he couldn’t say a thing in response. You were right, needless to say.) “You can bring your paints!” he’d even added, knowing you like to watercolor as a hobby. You weren’t necessarily Etsy-worthy but it was fun and a stress-reliever.

And so here you were. Legs crossed, sketch pad in your lap, watching your adult boyfriend yell so loud that his voice cracks and breaks with every change of tone. You really had to remember to apologize to his neighbors…

“Baby—,” Sapnap starts, swinging around in his chair to hit you with a look so pouty his lip was in danger of falling off. “My dear girlfriend. My lovely woman.” His question doesn’t even need to be asked— he wants you to go get him a drink.

“You’re a misogynist. I’m calling NOW on you.” But you’re already heaving yourself off of his mattress and heading into the hallway, faux-annoyed look on your face. It melts into a smile upon seeing that little canvas mounted on the wall next to the door to his bathroom. It was a haphazard portrait of his parent’s dog Bowser that you’d drawn the few days his step-mom forced him to bring you home over spring break.

When you return to his room a few minutes later with a Bang and a couple of snacks for yourself, Sapnap has his headphones off and is swinging his feet in his chair like a child waiting for their parents to pick them up from school. You approach him, apprehensive smile on your face, and hand his drink over.

“Thank you,” he drawls, mid-yawn, and sets it down on the desk. Snaking an arm around your waist, he drags you between his legs and stuffs his face into your shirt. He inhales deeply but pulls away after a pause, hands tight on your abdomen. You press a thumb into his cheek and rub fondly at his facial hair, watching the way his eyes close calmly and relax.

“You’re so cute it causes me physical pain,” is all you get out before leaning and pressing a kiss square on his pink lips. They move against yours like they were meant to, one hand sliding up the material of your shirt and onto your warm skin.

“You smell like Subway,” he murmurs, and then the moment’s over.

Typical.

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