#just be smart! do your homework so you don't hurt yourself and you don't have to be like this dummy *points thumbs at self*

[boyslit]

yeah don't do what i did and take aleve at max dose every day for two years and completely destroy my stomach lining haha 😅 gave myself acute gastritis so bad i ended up in the ER twice thinking it was gallstones and it took a full year of eating nothing but bland shit and taking acid prevention drugs to heal. don't do that, it fucking sucks. (did you know nearly every condiment and salad dressing has vinegar in it? even a tablespoon of mayo set me back several weeks in recovery)

also if you do take PPIs and you notice your anxiety is turbocharged suddenly, it's probably the PPIs. i felt so much better once i could go off of them and they switched me to H2 blockers instead (took famotidine/pepcid for over 6 mo). FDgard is expensive but my gastro recommended it and it really helped soothe a stomach flare when acid blockers and antacids weren't helping

Every time I see another ibuprofen post on this site I'm like STOP

STOP

Stop.

Take that after a meal. Take it with a big glass of water. Don't take it on an empty stomach EVER. Don't take it with alcohol. You will destroy your stomach. You will end up with an ulcer. You will vomit blood. I'm not exaggerating.

Yes, you. Yes, it will happen to cute little you. With your cute little bottle of miracles. Ibuprofen really does that to your body.

Love, an adult person over 35 who can't take NSAIDs anymore

[writteninkat]

What made you fall for these MHA men?

w/ Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari

warnings: none, just some good ol' fluff

a/n: idk man i feel like most people(me) goes straight to the fucking stage and skips the adorable crush stage

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

this man is so fucking smart it turns you to goo

whenever you're having trouble with schoolworks/projects/assignments, you sit yourself next to him just to get the work done fast (and he smells and looks good so plus points ig)

find long math problems difficult? mans will take one look at it and immediately start scribbling. probably witchcraft, you don't know.

one moment you're complaining to mina about how your teacher can suck dick after giving you the assigment, the next katsuki has the answer in a box

chemistry problems? mans has the entire table memorized.

history? which one? japanese? american? french?

ah, he also butts in your conversations whenever you get the date wrong.

yeah he teaches you stuff you're having trouble understanding, but he will yell the entire time.

yeah, he teaches the topics worlds better than the teacher ever could but at the cost of your hearing

seeing his name listed along the top students with high marks has you inspired to do just as better as him

you tried confessing by giving him a love letter and he returned it to you with corrections TT (and a note that said: rewrite this and read it to me in person, then I'll take you out for some ramen)

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

he's the sweetest ever, who wouldn't fall for him?

you're having terrible period cramps? this man will have a 'period aid box' filled with sweets, sanitary products, pain relievers, a heating pad, and more of your favorite things delivered to your door

it's pouring and you forgot your umbrella?

if he has an umbrella: will obv share it with you and doesn't care if half his body gets drenched, what matters is you're dry

no umbrella: takes off his uniform jacket/vest and drapes it over you. you'll end up damp but hey, he tried his best

whenever there's a new place, (restaurant, fair, amusement park, etc.) you're the first one he's asking to join him. and you always go. and he always pays.

hurt yourself? scraped a knee, got a bruise, muscle ache? he has a first aid pouch in his bag just for you

always walks you to class, always struggles with you when doing homework, always brings you your favorite food/drink

problem? he does all of this and will still call you a 'friend'. 'best friend' if you're lucky.

yeah, this adorable boy has no idea all the shit he does has you falling head over heels in love for him

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the way he's so passionate about what he loves, then catches himself being so open about it, then blushes, has you swooning

it was a normal day when you asked him about all might. you ended up listening to him for two hours ranting and sharing

you thought, 'how cute.' and then remembered you had piles of homework to do. and then he offered to help you with them while still talking about all might

he's also incredible passionate about being a hero

the way he talks about keeping the weak and needy safe has your heart clenching

whenever you get hurt during quirk training? he drops everything to take you to the nurse

feel insecure about yourself? he goes on a never ending tangent about how you're enough and how amazing you are

whenever you feel like you aren't gonna reach a goal, he's right there to pump you back up

whenever you tease him about being handsome or cute, he gets all flushed and shy, he makes you wanna just nibble on his cheeks!

problem here? he does that with everyone.

he's an inherintly good person, so you can't blame him for it, you can only blame yourself for thinking you were special to him.

or are you?

SHOTO TODOROKI

you're a yapper. you're running your mouth twenty four-seven. and twenty four hours every day, he listens. quietly.

at first you thought he was just ignoring you, but he brings up what you babbled about from time to time.

you talked about your mom being in the hospital. the next day, your mom's calling you to tell 'your classmate i said thank you for the fruits'.

mmhmm. he gave your mom fruits as a 'get well soon' gift.

shoto listens to every word you say, even when you don't realize you're saying them

"i heard the smoothie at that new diner was good." next day, there's a take out smoothie on your desk

"remind me to get pads tomorrow." your desk is filled with every single kind of sanitary product you could think of, from wings, non wings, long, dry, thick, thin, day, night.

"does anybody have an extra pen-" he places his pencil case on your table.

you don't even have to ask him and he's already working on getting you whatever you want. swoon.

another thing that made you fall? he'll let you do anything to him

class is boring and you wanna draw? he'll give you his hands

wanna practice some hairstyles? his hair is incredibly soft and tame for that.

how about make up looks? wanna practice that? he's sitting cross legged on the floor of your dorm as you brush on whatever color on his face

he's totally fine with letting you do whatever you want. and you wanna know the best part? he only lets you do it.

DENKI KAMINARI

this man cracks you up with no fail

the way denki's so easy to talk to and have fun with makes you feel so safe and secure

he's got every kind of humor in his chamber

dad jokes? "what did the blanket say as it fell off the bed? oh sheet!"

corny jokes? "how many lips does a flower have? tu-lips."

dark humor? "why can't orphans play baseball? cause they don't know where home is!"

yeah- the last one you two whisper to each other during class and get sent out of the room for laughing too loud

you don't remember a day where you spent with him and you weren't laughing. you just feel so light and happy, he's like a drug to you

this dynamic between the both of you confuses people. some look at the both of you and think you're a duo misfit who constantly gets called out during class, and some give you teasing looks

when you started to notice these feelings for him, you couldn't help but grin at the thought of marrying your best friend.

what made you really feel for him though?

when you were sick for a day, your classmates came back to the dorms begging you to fet better quickly cause apparently the room was depressing

even katsuki cursed you out for being sick

apparently denki's mood affected everybody. and that mood was-

"today was tiring without you there." denki sighs, staring at nothing while the heat of his body beside you comforts you completely. it's always like this with him- warm, peaceful, happy.

"awe, did you miss me you big baby?" you tease, poking his side.

denki turns his head towards you, eyes holding a million words he wants to say, but for some reason, can't.

"i did." his eyes trail down your nose and to your lips. "so much."

your lips part, heart about to beat out of your rib cage. your mouth feels dry and you can't help the desire to tell him everything you feel for him- but you can't. you don't wanna risk ruining your friendship.

"yellow," he calls. ever since you laughed at his joke for the first time, he's been calling you yellow. he says your laugh magically brightens the room, the sight of your smile lifting the heaviness on his shoulder. "smile for me?"

and you do.

and he does.

and you know you're extraordinarily, remarkably, so very fucked when it comes to this man.

[s7nburn]

You wanted this.

Stanford!Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Summary: It was another long day at Stanford. All you wanted to do was cuddle into your boyfriends arms, he had other plans.

Warnings: sub!Sam, softdom!reader, riding, overstimulation, hickeys, Stanford Sam, "pretty girl", unprotected sex.

A/N: I will forever love Stanford Sammy ❤️ also I have no idea how Stanford works so... Sorry if it's inaccurateee

Tick tick tick.. the clock on the wall yelled, you were so ready to leave, just a few more minutes you said to yourself. Finally, after an excruciating 5 minutes, the class was excused.

You quickly left your chair, basically sprinting to the exit. "Hey pretty girl" you heard a voice say behind you, knowing it was your lovely boyfriend Sam, you sigh, and reply a quick hey before turning around to face him, giving him a hug. You groan into his chest, clearly exhausted.

He hugs you back, "cheer up, it's the weekend. Now we can do whatever we want" Sam says showing you his giant smile. He pulls your arm, taking you in the direction of his place.

After walking for a little bit, you two finally made it back to Sam's dorm. Sam went to go to the bathroom, so you made yourself at home, walking into the kitchen, making yourself a hot cup of coffee for this chilly autumn day.

A few hours later, after you finished your coffee, took a quick nap, cuddled into your lovely boyfriends arms, you decided to get some homework done. Sliding his arms off of your body, and shimmying your way out of bed, you head into the living room where your bags are.

Truth is, homework is the last thing you want to do, but you might as well get it out the way. You finished some papers for your psychology class, snacking on some crackers as you take out some books you need to read for the upcoming test on Wednesday next week.

You hear Sam wake up, groaning and stretching. He shuffles out of his room, "Hey baby" you say softly, looking back at him. He lets out a quick hey, walking over to you, giving you a peck on the head. Sam sits down by your side, wrapping his hand around you, leaning in, he gives you quick kisses down your neck.

"Sammy, I have to study." You groan, wanting it but trying to resist. "No you don't, your already so smart" he replies, smiling into your neck. Your breath hitches, how can you say no to this? Your beautiful boyfriend kissing you, practically begging you to fuck him with his eyes.

You give in, kissing him back. You climb onto his lap, moaning into the kiss. "Fuck" Sam breathes out, taking out his already hard and leaking dick. Lucky for the both of you, you're still wearing the plaid skirt you wore earlier today, so all he had to do was slide over your panties.

He rubs his dick over your clit a couple times, getting you ready for the stretch. Once he feels you're ready, he slowly grabs your hips and pushes you down onto him, you both moan, ready to release all the tension and stress.

You grab his face, kissing him passionately. You move your hips faster and faster, harder and harder, making poor Sammy whimper like a hurt puppy. "Baby, can't take it" he whines into your mouth. "You wanted this, didn't you?" You moan, feeling your own orgasm approaching, but you hold off. He just moans more at you passive aggressiveness.

He pants and whimpers and moans, he just can't shut up, eyes closed, hair sticking to his forehead. You chuckle at the sight. "Is my baby gonna cum?" You tease, all he can do is nod, too fucked out to build up the courage to speak. Your pace gains speed, grinding your body into him, clit rubbing against his pelvis.

He finally speaks, "Can I cum? Please." He begs, a single tear falling from his eye. You kiss him, and whisper and light yes into his ear. The second you gave him permission, he shoots his load right into you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Once you feel him cum, your pussy spasms, finally feeling that sweet release you desperately needed. You both are a sweaty mess. You lay your head down on his chest, playing with his hair. Sam rubs your back, kissing your head. You couldn't ask for anything better than this.

[sketchy-owl]

Dorks in Wonderland~

Episode 9

(Kinda SFW??)

Ruggie: Hey prefect, wanna make a bet?

Y/N: Sure why not I have nothing to do now.

Ruggie: I bet you can't make Leona go to class.

Y/N: Ruggie.... you are asking too much.

Ruggie: Didn't take you for a chicken!*shrugs*

Y/N:*eye twitching*.....Ohh, is that so? Well you've got yourself a deal Ruggie. *shakes his hand* if I fail you'll get my lunch for 2 weeks, but if I win you'll have to help Ace and Deuce with their homework for 1 week.

Ruggie: Deal!

~In the garden~

Y/N:Hey Leona. *smirk*

Leona:*groans knowing they're up to no good * What do you want herbivore, don't you see I'm trying to take a nap here?

Y/N:*clear their throat * Tell me Leona....Is your King's roar as powerful as your charm?

Leona: What?

Y/N: Because I’m captivated by both.

*silence*

Leona:....

Y/N:Just joking, I was wondering if it hurt.

Leona:...*sighs knowing he will regret asking* what hurt??

Y/N: When you fell from the pride lands, because you're an heavenly creature ✨️

Leona:*gets up and goes away*

Y/N:Wait I have more,

Leona: I honestly don't wanna hear them. *groans*

Y/N:*laughs*Is it hot in here, or is that just the fire in your lion eyes! Oh wait, I should say in your eye!!*follows him*

Leona:*his eye keeps twitching he even went to class just to avoid Y/N awful pick up lines*

Y/N: *proud of theirself* Oh you're gonna love this one, Is your mane made of stardust? Because you’re the constellation of my dreams!

Leona:*covers their mouth with his hand* You are...so annoying...

Y/N: *removes his hand* Come on~ I know you're enjoying all these attentions, you even went to class and made me won a very good bet with Ruggie hehe.

Leona:*his eyes widened at realisation* you little...

Y/N: I'm a good lion tamer, right?*smirks*

Leona:*smirks too* I gotta say herbivore, you are smart....but...not so good as a lion tamer.

Y/N:Uh? Why?

Leona:*leans over their ear* Because your very very annoying behaviour.... awakened the beast in me.

Y/N:.... *blushes a little* That...was awful...*looks away*

Leona:*his smirks gets wider * You better run now.

Y/N:Uh?

Leona:Because this lion will soon eat his prey.

[princesayumi4k]

NFSW: Red SFW: Blue

Tenya has always seemed stern until you both got together. Ever since, he is clingy, will let you wear his glasses for fun, shares everything with you - even his phone and clothes.

He always goes to you for any problems, even sexual ones. (If he isn't smart enough to solve them himself.)

He spoils you rotten.

One thing that is sort of toxic about Tenya is the fact that he will make you do your homework - and will only help you under certain conditions. One plus is that he will play with your hair and praise you while you do it though.

He doesn't follow any girls on social media except his family members!

Everyone teases you for dating him, but he's not bad at all as a person or as a boyfriend.

He is autistic and was diagnosed with tourette's as a child but refuses to believe he has them just because he has a few occasional tics. (He also has ADHD which will make him pace around often)

Speaking of "pace"...during sex, he prefers to go a bit fast, but will slow down if you need him to. He prefers mating press so he can hear you if you say a/the safe word or if you start crying.

I feel like Tenya is a switch, like, if he is mad he wants to be dominant or if he just wants to have sex normally he's a dom, but the second you start sucking him off he's a sub - and other times are when you volunteer or if he just feels "bad" and wants to be "punished"

He hates PDA, the only thing he will do is hold hands. And it's not because of you - it's because he knows that people see you much more attractive than him and he wants to keep an eye out to see if anyone else checks you out - if someone does he immediately notices and will either shoot them a rude glare or will get uncomfortable and start kissing you in front of them - just to make them jealous. Sometimes he will sneak to grab your ass while doing so.

He absolutely loves your ass, and (if your a female) he loves your tits. (Oh yeah, quick mention I think that Tenya would be pansexual...)

He doesn't know how you see yourself as ugly, ass soon as you start talking and about yourself he wants to explode. He usually says things along the lines as "How could you not like how you look when you're dating me?"

Tenya is insecure, especially because he thinks you're much more attractive than he will ever be.

Tenya doesn't "hate sex" but doesn't "love it" either. He does it to pleasure the both of you and also because he thinks it's important to do in a relationship as what he calls it, a "step up".

You could probably guess/assume this...but Tenya's diet is healthy for the most part so his seed is very swallow-able. His seed's taste can be most comparable to a salt cracker that you get from buffets - but that's just the faint taste, it kind of tastes like chocolate milk? - He's very scared to cum inside you (without protection + if you're a girl and he's hitting from the front) but he will do it if you insist. He can't last long though, which is kind of disappointing but his cum is warm, and will shoot up instead of just laying in a spot, may I add, Tenya loves watching it dribble out of you.

This man is a god at aftercare. He will take a few breaths after he cums, pull out, wait for a few seconds to see if it dribbles out of you and then slowly becomes flaccid, but he will lay beside you and hold you close. The first question he asks is if you're okay, then will ask if he did good. He even takes little notes in his mind to see what he can do better.

The best thing about sex with this man is that he researches a bit every now and then, he learns your sensitive spots and will pound into them. He doesn't mean to hurt you when he does though, he says "I love you" before he cums and will whisper "I'm sorry dear..." if he thinks he hurts you while pounding.

Now, I say pounding but I don't mean like a rough dom pounding senselessly, I mean right before he cums he goes extra fast and rough so he can cum faster.

One thing he hates is titjobs, it gives him not only an extra mess to clean but he takes much longer to cum and it doesn't feel the same. Not that he doesn't love your tits or your body at all - he just hates titjobs. He's a sucker for handjobs though.

One thing he will never do is let you interrupt his studies with sex, he loves you and enjoys sex with you...but no. Sex is important in a relationship, he thinks so - but he thinks education is important as well so if you ever get married with Tenya he can get a good job for you and spoil you more, along with provide a roof over (y)our head(s).

DICK SIZE? Tenya is 6.5 inches flaccid and a good 8-8.5 when erect. He's thicker than he is long, but he's good at sex no matter what.

[inez-winchester-cameron]

his (dark!rafe x fem!reader)

cw: murder, probably some psychological things, reader is scared of rafe, dark!rafe, technically imprisonment, manipulation

notes: i have a second idea/concept that follows this so if anyone would like more feel free to let me know!

rafe has always been a little off in the head, you knew, his friends knew it, his family knew it, hell he knew it. but you never anticipated he would take it this far.

you had a horrible day. you hadn't slept well, you received a horrible grade on a test, had a ton of homework and on top of that your dad screamed at you over leaving your laundry in the dryer a little too long. you were sobbing and in need of comfort and just like always — rafe was there. it was one of the reasons you were able to put up with the horrible way he treats others.

you sit wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, your favorite show playing on the tv. rafe got you all cozied up in his shirt and one of his gigantic fuzzy blankets before leaving and promising to bring back your favorite meal.

he returns home an hour and a half after he originally left, happy to see you're focused on the show. the sound of his boots hitting the tile is enough for you to turn and your face immediately falls, horrified.

standing near the door, wiping his boots off, is rafe. his soft brown hair is soaked, you weren't sure if it was with sweat or rain. his jacket is opened, revealing a shirt covered in blood stains and blood is splattered all over his face and neck.

"hey dolly," he greets you casually, slipping his boots off and coming in. he leans over the back of the couch and gently kisses your forehead, a stark contrast to his appearance, "how's my girl? i brought your food and i got myself something too so you wouldn't feel out of place or anything." he sets the food on the table and then moves away to slip his jacket off, "you okay? you're quiet."

"what the— rafe, what the hell. you're covered in blood."

"right. sorry." he chuckles casually, "i'll go get cleaned up and join you in fifteen, alright?"

"no," you blurt out, not entirely finishing your thought and not entirely sure what you're going to say, "can you-" you pause and take a deep breath, "can you please explain to me why you are covered in blood?"

it's not as if similar situations haven't happened before. rafe was always spontaneous and getting into trouble but it was so odd for him to come home this late at night, covered in blood. additionally, he was completely nonchalant about it.

he pauses and thinks for a moment, trying to contain his anger, "i just took care of some business tonight."

"what business?"

"nothing you should concern yourself with, doll. i'll go clean up and join you in a bit and-"

"rafe!" you raise your voice, and he turns to you pissed and exasperated.

"what?"

"you need to explain and talk to me. you're worrying me and-"

he cuts you off, "i had a talk with your father, okay? nothing you should concern your pretty little head with."

"rafe what are you talking about..?" you ask, rather quietly, "where did the blood come from?"

a short chuckle leaves his lips and he looks at you in slight disbelief, "come on, doll. you're a smart girl. what do you think happened?"

you freeze and simply stare at him, "rafe..no.." fear fills your face and you slowly stand, making your way to the exit, "i think i need to go...i need to go uh check on my dad."

"doll, what are you doing? come back, don't overreact."

"no i think i really need to go i'll just, uh, i'll go." you say, turning to exit. rafe makes a few quick strides and grabs your wrist before you can open the door. a small gasp leaves your lips.

"don't be dramatic, sweetheart. come sit down, we'll talk this out." he mutters, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear. you flinch, and anger filled his face, "don't flinch from me. you know i ain't gonna hurt you. come on, let's go sit." he moves back and gently tugs on your wrist, trying to get you to the couch.

tears fill your eyes, filled with fear, "no i should go. i don't wanna be here, rafe. i wanna go home." you don't budge as he attempts to tug you towards the couch.

"sweetheart, you're starting to piss me off. go sit. now."

"no-" you start but rafe interrupts you by harshly grabbing your upper arms, staring down at you.

"go. sit. now."

tears start to fall down your face and you shake a bit as you sit down on the couch. rafe sits beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, resting that hand on your upper thigh. he places a gentle kiss beside your ear and mutters, "just relax, doll. i'd never hurt you, y'know that right?"

all you could focus on was the hand resting on your thigh. the hands that you used to adore and love to be touched by were covered in blood. blood that you speculated belonged to your own father.

the hand on your thigh gives a tight squeeze and he speaks again, "asked you a question, doll."

"yes sir." your small voice comes out.

"good, because you belong to me whether you like it or not. you're mine, always." he responds, a small smirk on his lips.

that's when it hit you. you could try to run and leave, you could try to get the law involved, you could beg rafe to let you go but it was all no use. he had claimed you as his and no matter what, he was keeping you. whether you were willing or not.

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Ethan Landry as spiderman headcannon

I'm thinking about Ethan as Spiderman ♡

The idea of Ethan as Spiderman makes me giggle.

did not proof read. |m.list

I start college in 4 weeks but more into my dorm in 2 😵‍💫🤮

Ethan would keep it a secret for as long as he could but one night, he forgot you were coming over, so he was messing around in his suit when you walked in, and he almost shot you with his web.

You yelled at him like a mother, and anytime you would make some smart comment about being a hero, he would hit you with the "Okay, MOOMM"

There would be some nights where if he got hurt pretty badly, he would go to your bedroom window. you would already have the first aid kit on your bed and the window unlocked, waiting for him.

After you found out about his spider side you begged him to take you swinging around the city, but he would say no for weeks until he realized you won't stop asking.

"I'm telling you this now, don't open your mouth unless you want to eat bugs for dinner."

"Yeah, yeah I'll survive bug boy."

When he started to get noticed by the public and people made merch he would 100% buy it and make you and him match when it was movie night

If it was a slow night in crime he would go to your place with wildflowers and tell you his favorite crimes he's stopped

When you guys' hangout he gets bored sometimes so he would start throwing your things and shoot them and web them to your ceiling and see how long it would take you to notice

His favorite thing is when you're across the room and he wants attention from you he would shoot his web across the room around your waist and pull you towards him.

Some nights when you clean his cuts when it's really bad you don't warn him you are cleaning it, so he yelps and slaps your hand away. "OW! that hurt what the hell y/n!"

"Oh, shush bug boy you are fine."

Some days you wanted him to set aside the spider-man persona and be Ethan for one night. Halfway through, it ends up in him running into an ally and swinging through the buildings while you watched.

He would walk around your room... like walk around! Walls and ceiling just walk around like it's normal.

If you were busy doing homework at your desk and he was on your bed, he would crawl on your ceiling and hang over you, wondering when you'd be done. "Are you don't yet?!"

You look up and see his face a few inches away. "No, I'm not, I'm sorry, but I need this to be done tonight, or I won't get it done at all!"

He leaves web messages around town for you.

He let's you play with his web shooters

He left a suit at your house and came over one day to you, trying it on. "Baby- what- what are you doing"

You freeze. "WHAA NOTHING"

He laughs and holds your face "God you're so adorable!" He then kisses your face everywhere.

Sometimes, he lets you be the man woman in the chair.

Making spiderman themed bracelets. He never takes it off!

He would 100% start teaching you fighting moves just because crime has gotten worse

He makes you carry pepper spray which back fired-

He thought it would be funny to scare you one day but you had the pepper spray and you sprayed him

"Ahhhhhhhh OWWW WHAT THE HELL"

You couldn't help but feel terrible at first but once he healed he just acted like a baby.

"I though I'd never see again!"

When he's swinging around town and he see that you see him he waves aggressively.

Even though he's a spider when he sees one he still freaks out.

"Y/N THERES A SPIDER ON YOUR WALL!!!! ITS BIG A GROSS!!!!" He stood on you bed scared.

"Now what did we say? No talking about yourself like that!" He threw a pillow at you while you laughed.

When he catches another criminal he ends up break dancing in his suit.

There is no doubt in the world that this boy would go shopping but mid spree his spider tingles when off and he came home without the food.

"DID YOU FORGET THE FOOD AGAIN???"

He makes uses his webs in school. You don't like when he does but sometimes he does it for you. "Ughh there's only one muffin left" you were close to the end of the line.

He looks around and stretched his arm out activating the webs. He grabbed the muffin and before you can fully blink he put it in your hand. "Love you"

Talks way too much when fighting

Dances in the middle of fighting

Gaslights the criminal

"Oh no not knives please it's my worst fear" he falls covering his face.

"Yeah that's right punk-" he shot his webs ans then just used the robber as shooting practice.

100% makes "pew pew pew" noises when he shoots his webs

[bloofinntoona]

Open Arms

Word Count: 1.8k

Themes: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, A bit steamy at the end, fluff if you squint

Summary: (SPOILER FOR HOGWARTS LEGACY ENDING) Seb and you apologized after he lashed out on you working with goblins.

Author's Note: I wanted to say thank you for the love I’ve gotten from my first story. I had this one in mind for a while, so I went on a writing storm. Hope you like it!

You have never seen Sebastian Sallow this angry before. His thick eyebrows knitted, blazing eyes burning through your skull. "A friendly goblin? You know goblins cursed my sister to shut her up." Sebastian spat.

It was hard to breath and think straight when the tension between the two students were unbearably thick. "Sebastian, not all goblins-"

"Have you forgotten the mine we just went through? Feldcroft?" Obviously not, there were still dirt and spider web tangled all over your robes.

"No, Seb. I haven't. You're not listening to me!" You basically pleading at this point.

"Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?" He muttered.

"Take a breath for a moment. You don't know what you're saying!"

"Oh, I know precisely what I'm saying. Unbelievable." With that sentence, Sebastian stomped away from the Undercroft.

You didn't consider yourself soft, yet you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, cheeks burning up in anger. Thank Merlin that Sebastian has left the room as you screamed your frustation out. You didn't care even if Sebastian heard you. The way he scolded you made it seemed like you were daft, which in reality was far from that. You had the weight of the world on your shoulder, with Ranrok and Rookwood chasing after you — it's not like you've asked for this either. You would rather enjoy your youth studying normal magic like normal wizards. The keepers didn't help with providing concrete answers anyways, you had to go through tenous puzzles just to uncover pieces of information about your newfound ability to see ancient magic.

On top of that, you had grown fond of your peers in Hogwarts. You have the brilliant Natty, caring Poppy, cheeky Ominis, and smart Amit. But none of them came close to Sebastian Sallow. If anybody asked, you would deny that it was love at first sight. But you couldn't forget the way he showed you 'a proper Hogwarts welcome' in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The fact that he covered you from detention also gave butterflies in your stomach. You took the Cruciatus Curse in the Slytherin's tomb, convincing yourself that you did it because you were in debt. In truth, you hated seeing the boy hurt. You wholeheartedly understand his desperation. Sebastian was clinging to the last member of his family. That was why you couldn't stop him from learning the Dark Arts. You thought you'd do the same in his position.

You sniffled, wiping your face using your sleeves.

It was hard enough to be in the same room with Sebastian, but what ticked you off more was that he pretended that everything was okay with other people. He helped Samantha with her potions, grabbed a book for Poppy, and even sneaked a Fwooper Feather for Garreth. You dismissed the twinge of jealousy that you felt. After all, you didn't even know if Sebastian still considered you as friends. Friends don't ignore each other for a week straight.

You quickly collected your stack of books and rushed to the library. Sitting down at one of the study table on the second floor, you burried your head in the Charms homework that you were assigned to. No use in mooning over the ungrateful Sebastian Sallow.

A red glow appeared in the corner of the page. You turned your head to the side to see Ominis, pointing his wand in your direction. "Thought we'd revise together." He smiled.

"O-oh, sure! please join me." You got up and pulled a chair for the blonde boy, guiding him to a spot in front of you.

Often times you'd wonder why Ominis and Sebastian were best of friends. Sebastian was brash, while Ominis always exuded a calming energy. Despite being a part of House Gaunt, Ominis was a gentle soul. You thought he would hate you after Sebastian showed you the Undercroft, but he quickly resolved it and considered you as a friend.

You were scribbling an essay about the usage of Silencing charm before Ominis cleared his throat, catching your attention. "Are you cross with Sebastian?"

You sighed, dipping your quill in the ink. "I think he is the one who is cross with me."

"I can sense that," he let out a light chuckle, "can't hide his emotions, that boy."

"Who cares anyways... He's better off without me." You kept writing down meaningless words before frustration took over as you slammed your quill. "Ominis, I had to do it. I was thrown into this world without any proper knowledge. I had to take any help that I can get. And I wanted to help Seb, I truly do!"

Ominis nodded, setting his palm on top of yours. "Look, I am thankful that you wanted to help Sebastian. He's my closest friend and the closest thing I have to a family," he paused, "Sebastian... is very vocal about his thoughts. I often remind him to properly think before speaking."

The Slytherin boy's face turned sour, he lowered his tone, "... and I told you about the consequences of using Dark Arts. It will corrupt you." He squeezed your hand, "He doesn't hate you. I can promise you that. The path that he is currently taking is corrupting him."

You nodded, flashing a weak smile. "Thank you, Ominis."

"You're welcome. Now, where were we?"

Threading through the hall back to your dormitory at night, you saw a shadow heading underneath the stairs. Soon after, you heard a faint click. Must be the undercroft, you'd wager. You debated for a while, yet you found yourself walking towards the clock. Raising your wand, the clock turned and opened the door towards the hidden room. You slowly walked downstairs, peeping through the gate.

There he was, Sebastian Sallow. Hair tussled, robes discarded on the empty barrel. He was wearing his shirt, the green Slytherin tie loosely tied around his neck. Sebastian rolled his sleeves as he gripped his wand and pointed it toward the battle dummy. “Incendio! Confringo! Bombarda!” shouted the boy. Fire and sparks flew everywhere, burning the wooden doll. He went for a while, releasing the pent-up anger he felt inside. Sebastian kept on going until his voice was coarse, out of breath. He backed against the nearest wall, slumping his body down.

“Sebastian?” you called up. His immediately perked up, seeing you shuffled closer to him. His breath hitched, looking away as he twirled his wand between his fingers.

The silence was awkward. You decided to break the ice, “I-“ “I wanted-“ he said at the same time. “Look, I-“ The two said in unison again. Sebastian cracked a chuckle as you giggled, feeling relieved that things are looking up.

“Let me start then,” he sighed, “I apologize for my behaviour before. You were right. I was being rude to you.” Sebastian patted the spot next to him. You obliged as you sat down. “You have been very helpful since the first time I’ve asked you to see Anne. You cheered me up when I was feeling distraught, you explored dodgy caves, and battled enemies for me,” he smiled softly, “Again, I am sorry. Not having you by my side is a torture for me.”

Warmth crept up your cheeks, thanking the universe that the Undercroft was dark enough so Sebastian couldn’t see how red your face was. “Sebastian…”

“Anne’s condition worsen by the day,” he held his wand, a faint glow flickered at the end, “I lost both of my parents. I knew from the start that my uncle didn’t like me. He called me, my father’s son, like it was a bad thing. I can’t imagine losing Anne too… I won’t have anyone else-“

Before he could finish his story, you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him close to you. You could feel his body stiffen at first. It didn’t take long until Sebastian snaked his arms around your waist, his head resting on your chest. You rested your head on top of his, coarse strands of brunette hair tickling your chin. The smell of pines, ash, and smoke filled your nose. Sebastian closed his eyes, savouring the moment. He couldn’t remember when was the last time somebody held him so tender, so gentle. The boy started to sniffle, soft whimpers and cried escaped his lips. You didn’t care about the damp spot on your shirt, all you wanted was to assure that Sebastian that he had you, and he would always have you. You stroked his head as he held you tighter than ever.

As you heard his cries died down, reduced into small hiccups and sighs, you softly whispered, “Sebastian, I’m sorry too. I should have told you about my plans. I was scared of telling others about my secrets. I felt like I had to carry this burden myself even though you always offered to help me,” you trailed, “I hated seeing you sad. I wanted to help.”

Sebastian nodded before pulling back. Both students giggled as they saw how puffy their faces were. You cupped Sebastian’s face, wiping away his tears. “Are we okay?” you asked. He flashed a gentle smile as he rested his forehead against yours, “of course we are. Thank you.”

Everything was a blur as you felt warmth against your lips. Sebastian had closed the gap between the two of you, gently grasping your hands. Your mind went blank -- It was your first kiss. You pulled back, his half-lidded eyes searching for yours. You leaned in again, your arms found their way back around his neck. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Giggles escaped your lips as you bumped your nose against his. Well, your knowledge of courting was as limited as the romance books stashed in the corner of the library. Deep down, you were comforted seeing how clumsy Sebastian was too.

Sebastian slowly lifted your body, your legs now straddling his waist. His calloused hands ghosted over your legs, slipping underneath your skirt. You gasped, head spinning as you felt his hands eased their way under the curvature of your bottom, fingers slipping under your undergarment. He took this chance to swipe his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. The kiss was messy, but there was an endearing charm to it.

It was too much – your hand frantically roamed around his body before finding their rest on his hair, pulling it gently. Sebastian groaned into the kiss, which sent shivers down your spine. Your waist instinctively grinded against his, finding friction to ease the growing desire bubbling in your body. You whined as he pulled back, producing a string of saliva between the two. Sebastian’s face was flushed, eyes looking at you hungrily. He dived in again, lips trailing from your forehead, nose, lips, and down to your neck. He softly nibbed your skin, earning a mewl from you. “You’re mine.” He grunted, admiring the small red hickey now adoring the side of your neck.

Before you could continue, you both heard the bells tolling. Sebastian snorted and rested his head on your shoulder. You laughed, hugging him close. “We better get going.” You felt Sebastian pulled your sleeve as you stood up.

“Promise me,” Sebastian muttered, “promise me you will always be there for me.”

“I promise.”

[hrts4soyeon]

Back To You

Yunjin x fem!reader 

Genre: angst, idol!au

Warnings: angst, violence(?), yelling, toxic relationship, cursing

summary: no matter how much Yunjin hurt you you couldn't ever seem to let go of her. Will you ever draw a line or will you continue to go back to her?

Word count: 7,050

a/n: this is my first time writing something other than an essay and I’m not the best in english class so if there are any spelling or grammatical errors pls ignore it i tried my best😕

i know you say you know me know me well

Jennifer huh, you had known her since 1st grade. She was a year older but you were put in a combined class with 2nd graders. You had been sitting to the side isolating yourself while everyone ate together and talked, you had always kept to yourself. This fascinated her. Jennifer was known as the popular girl who was friends with everyone. Everyone loved her because although she was popular it never seemed to change her personality. She remained the nicest person in class, always helping the teachers and students out. You weren't a bad kid either, quite the opposite actually. You took smartness to a whole new level, that was the reason you were in the mixed class, you were amongst the smartest 1st graders

You weren't hard to look at either. In fact by 3rd grade you already had admirers, but by 4th grade all of them had disappeared. Whenever one of the boys would try to talk to you you’d turn red due to your stuttering and before even 3 words were out your mouth you'd run away. 

Jennifer took interest in you, despite the fact that you constantly strayed from her. Most people would just take the hint and leave but she was persistent. This seemed very strange to you as no one ever tried this hard. You did want to be her friend but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to even respond to her. 

By 4th grade you and Jennifer were inseparable, you two did everything together. All her persistence really did pay off in the end because by 8th grade it was her who was trying to run away from you. Of course she still loved you more than anyone but you could be overbearing at times and with her short temper things often didn't end well.

“GOD WHY CAN'T YOU GO FIND SOME OTHER FRIENDS AT SCHOOL! YOU KEEP CLINGING TO ME AND IT'S ANNOYING I CAN LITERALLY NEVER CATCH A BREAK FROM YOU!” 

‘She doesn't mean it, she doesn't mean it’ is what you'd repeat to yourself whenever these situations arrived. You'd been friends with her since before her temper was so out of control and you knew her, the real her. She said a lot of things out of anger and you knew that. She had brought this topic up before a bit more calmly and so you knew her blowing up was your doing.

“I'm sorry, I'll try to change and get more friends to stop annoying you.” you said trying to keep your voice from wavering even more than it had been. But as soon as she processed the small waver in your voice her whole demeanor shifted, you could see her physically melt. 

“I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have blown up at you like that, but you know how I get mad easily and if you had just listened to me none of this would've happened. I'm just stressed out and I hope you can forgive me, I'll try to be better and control my anger.”

“nono don’t apologize, I'm sorry I should've just listened and I will, I'll try to give you space at school.” After this left your mouth she walked up to you and hugged you.

but these days i don't even know myself (no) i always thought i'd be with someone else i thought i would own the way i felt (yeah)

“y/n, wanna come to my home after school?”

“I have a lot of homework and I have plans with mina…..” just as you were about to decline you saw her looking at you with that look, the look you could never deny.

“-but i think i could move the plans with mina to tomorrow.” at the sound of you relenting she started squealing and hugging you. 

“Meet me after 7th period and we can walk home together.” she said with a wink as she walked to her next class.

Mina Myoui, she was a year older than you just like Jennifer meaning you two didn’t share the same classes. You two shared only one class which was math. You were both also very introverted so it took a while for this friendship to blossom but once it did you were so glad Jennifer told you to find new friends. 

You stopped clinging to Jennifer as much and spent a lot more time with Mina, and found you two were very similar. You even thought you were developing a crush on her, she was just so perfect. She never got mad at you and was always calm, she loved to listen to you and your problems and to top it all off she was definitely one of the prettiest people you had come across. She had such delicate yet elegant features. She had definitely been a queen in her past life.

You wanted to tell Jennifer about this little (almost?) crush on Mina but knowing Jennifer she would probably be fuming with the thought that you’d replaced her. On top of being easily pissed off, Jennifer Huh was also a person with a lot of jealousy in her and you didn't want to do anything to upset her. 

The more you hung out with Mina the more you realized that maybe this wasn't a crush, you felt almost the same way towards Mina as you did to Jennifer. Jennifer was your bestest friend. You couldn't like her right? That would be weird, you guys had known each other since you were in 1st. You guys were basically siblings, right? The more you thought about it the more you felt sick by the thought that Jennifer saw you as just a sister.

School had ended and you were both in Jennifer's room sitting on her bed when she suddenly said ‘we need to talk’ . This took you by surprise as you didn't think you had done anything to upset her this past week, you were very nervous. Her whole demeanor changed, she sat up straight and had a serious look on her face.

“Okay uhm, I've been thinking about doing this for a while now but i haven't had the courage to actually confront you and say something about it. I uhh ever since I saw you in first grade I always thought that you were different from the rest of the students, you stayed to yourself and you uhm even when guys would talk to you or confess to you, you would always run away and you never really let anyone in. i think i was pretty determined and i eventually got you to open up and now i have you forever, and even though i can be such a shitty person and friend at times you never leave me. You could have ditched me so many times and I bet others would too, hell I would leave myself, but you never left me. You’re like the best person I know and I don't know what I'd do without you — anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I love and appreciate you so much but I don't want to be your friend anymore, I can't be.” as soon as you heard her last sentence your heart dropped in your chest and tears started welling up in your eyes, your smile now a deep frown. This couldn't be happening, Jennifer was your whole world.

“Y-y-you d-don't wanna be my f-friend any m-more?” you stuttered out the tears in your eyes almost falling as you will yourself to hold them back, but alas one single tear drop fell. With the fall of that one tear drop it was as if a dam had broken, all the tears you had tried to hold back were coming down nonstop.

Jennifer immediately reached out and wiped you tears with her thumb as she took a hold of your face. 

“No, I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be more. I love you, but not in the way I'm supposed to, I love you as in I wanna hold and kiss you, I wanna introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend. I don't want you to like, love, or hold anyone but me, I want all your friends to know that you belong to me and I belong to you. What do you say, be my girlfriend?” hearing this you started sobbing even harder while nodding your head. Not even in your wildest dreams would you have dreamt of THE Jennifer huh, the most popular girl in your school to want you. Maybe she didn't see you as a sister after all, maybe you didn't see her as one either

Seeing you nod, Jennifer pulled your face to hers and crashed your lips together. This was all she had wanted for as long as she could remember. You tried your best to respond to her kiss but you honestly had no idea on what to do, you had never kissed anyone before. Jennifer being the most popular girl, had been in relationships so she obviously had experience.

She pulled away laughing at the fact that you couldn't respond to the kiss

“whattt, you know I've never been in a relationship nor kissed anyone.” you said whining

She chuckled and responded by saying that she’d teach you how to kiss and that you would never kiss lips that were not hers. You spent the rest of the time in her room just kissing and her demonstrating and telling you what to do.

Dating Jennifer sent you through a whirlwind of emotions. You were confused, confused about what you felt towards Mina and how that differentiated from your feelings towards Jennifer. You loved Jennifer, you really did but that left you with questions about your feelings for mina. You thought what you felt with Mina might've been a bit stronger than what you felt for Jennifer, but you couldn't risk losing them both, you weren’t sure about your feelings for Mina, not even sure if they’d be reciprocated but Jennifer was there. She loved you, you loved her, and you loved Jennifer too much to let her go, too much to put your own feelings before hers. Telling yourself that Mina was nothing more than a friend you found yourself slowly believing that. 

You couldn't tell whether you were happy or disappointed as Mina's expression did not change when you told her you were dating Jennifer. For the most part she seemed happy for you and you tried to tell yourself that you were even happier with that. 

It was a new school year, mina and Jennifer were now seniors and you a Junior. As much as you tried to tell yourself you didn't like her, your feelings for Mina were not going away as fast as they should have been and you were starting to get worried. You tried to distance yourself from Mina and told yourself it would benefit yours and Jennifer's relationship. 

Your mentality that this was the right thing came crashing down when you saw mina’s face as you bailed on her for the 2nd time that week. Telling her you had too much homework and couldn't hang out with her. The way her face fell hurt your heart and within the minute of you two  just standing there in silence you realized how selfish you had been, only thinking of your own feelings and not minas. You’d never felt more shitty, you couldn't stand seeing anyone else sad at the doings of your own especially not Mina. You immediately took back what you said and asked her if you guys could first go to your home first to finish a bit of homework before going out. 

The way her face lit up when all you had done was go through with your plans made your heart crumble. You promised yourself you'd never be the cause of a sad expression on her face again. 

The more you hung out with Mina the more you realized maybe this was the right way to get over your feelings for her. You both would talk about Jennifer and it made you realize how much you loved her and never wanted to lose her. Mina was ecstatic at seeing her best friend so happy with another. You found your mind leaving Mina and focusing on Jennifer. You questioned yourself and wondered how you ever doubted your feelings for jennifer.

I call you but you never even answer  i tell myself i'm done with wicked games

Huh Yunjin, her Korean name. Seeing as she was in Korea it only made sense for her to go by it  now. Both you and Yunjin had moved to Korea a while back, pursuing a life of fame. She was now a trainee at HYBE while you were at JYP. The original plan was for you two to enter the same company but fate had other plans. The day Yunjin was accepted into HYBE you were accepted into JYP. You both had applied to a lot of agencies and been accepted but these were the first BIG companies to reach out to you. Taking into account that you’d see Mina more often you accepted the fact that HYBE didn't accept you and chose to join JYP. 

“This is the second time you’ve called her within the 30 minutes you’ve been here, just accept that she's not picking up.'' Mina said with a groan as you put your phone down. 

“She never answers, I know she’s probably overwhelmed with work right now seeing as she's set to debut in a month but I wish she could at least send me a text.” 

“But aren't you set to debut in 2 months, just barely a month after her?” Mina responded making you think about it. But it was different, her debut was closer to happening than yours. You knew of her dream to be famous and you shared that dream with her, if she wanted to be an idol she had to prioritize that over everything, right? You understood that and so that's what you said to mina. 

“She's gonna debut sooner though and I can't be her top priority, her job has to be.” after processing what you had just said minas head snapped towards you looking at you like you had gone mad. 

“I'M an idol y/n i've been an idol for years and trust me when i say that's not an excuse, don't you remember when you were still in New York and i was in Korea? Although I was an idol I still made time for you. Look at yourself, you're in the same position as her yet here you are clearly prioritizing her.” you didn't know what to say in response to this, you wanted to deny it to say that you've matured, that you didn't let Yunjin walk over you anymore but even you knew that was a lie. 

“Okay okay, I'll talk to her after things are less stressful for her and I'll make sure that she sees me as a priority, and I'll make sure she sticks to her word.”

But then i get so numb with all the laughter  that i forget about the pain

You were currently in Yunjins dorm which she shared with Eunchae and Chaewon. You all were in the kitchen eating, you found yourself coming here often after their debut. You had come to talk to her about her recent behavior, how she promised she would change but hadn’t at all. You got caught up with everything else though and the thought to tell her completely slipped your mind. 

“So y/n how does it feel to have your official debut in a couple of weeks?” Chaewon asked

“Honestly it feels unreal. I still can't believe it's gonna happen, I'm so excited.” you responded, a huge grin on your face at the thought that your name would be out there in a couple of weeks.

“Okay now for the good stuff, who's your favorite member?” Eunchae asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“They're all my favorite butttt haewonnie, and only ‘cause we’re closer.” you responded. You loved them all but if you were being honest it was definitely Haewon. They all gasped at the revelation. You noticed Yunjin looking at you a bit weird but you brushed it off saying it was nothing. 

“Okay, okay but who’s your favorite le sserafim member?” Chaewon asked, all three of them looked at you expectantly 

“Hmmm, if I had to choose Kazuha.” You said her name really fast, almost slurring it but they all had caught it and saw the grin growing on your face. 

“I'M TELLING KAZUHA UNNIE THIS!” Eunchae shouted as she pulled out her phone to text this to Kazuha. 

“We’re over, I can’t date someone who prefers my member over me.” Yunjin said in faux disappointment, acting as if she would start crying. 

You got up, walked around the island and went to hug her while saying sorry and that you loved her more while laughing. 

“Okay but you don’t count because my love for you is indescribable and if I were to bring you into it then none of your members would even have a chance.” She seemed to be satisfied by this and grabbed your face to plant a soft sweet kiss on your lips 

“EWWW THERE'S A KID HERE!” Eunchae said, screaming while covering her eyes. 

Chaewon on the other hand was awwwing at how cute you too were while you had your face flushed red and hidden in Yunjin's chest. You and Yunjin had been dating for years yet you still had the same red face every time she initiated physical contact. 

(Woah)You stress me out, you kill me, you drag me down, you fuck me up we're on the ground, we're screamin' i dont know how to make it stop i love it, i hate it, and i can't take it but i keep on comin' back to you

“God, you’re so possessive. get over it! I can have friends other than you, you’re always trying to dictate my relationships and I’m SO over it!” She yelled at you, and you whimpered at her harsh words

Your lips slowly formed a pout feeling your lips wobbling, a telltale sign you were gonna start crying. Usually the sight of you crying would calm Yunjin down but it didn’t this time, it only infuriated her more. 

“Oh my god, no way you’re gonna start crying now.” She said in disbelief as you tried to hold back your tears to prove her wrong.

“I'm sorry for actually feeling emotions, unlike you. Am i not allowed to be upset when i see millions of people shipping you, MY girlfriend with another. And it's not like you do anything to beat the dating allegations. Pulling her onto your lap calling her pet names you should be using on ME!” you said panting as you had screamed all that out. 

You thought that maybe getting all that out she’d understand at least a little of how you were feeling. You saying all that though was a huge mistake, it only made her even more mad, you only realized your mistake when you saw her mouth open and the look on her face of complete rage.

“Ohh so now this is my fault? My fault for being comfortable with my friends? Have you ever seen me comment on your relationship with Mina? You're basically dating her with how close you two are, you call her every name in the book, you literally call her your soulmate. Have I ever said anything about that? No, because unlike you I was happy when you finally found a friend that wasn't me and I encouraged your friendship with her if anything. Stop acting as if you own me, you're genuinely such a shitty person, what the hell do you want from me? For me to completely isolate myself from all the girls? As my girlfriend you should be happy for me, that i have such good friends in my group but nooo. This is what I get? I can really see where your priorities are.” if you weren't crying before you were definitely sobbing by now.

You were always a sensitive person and hearing all this coming from her made you wanna bury yourself in a hole. You never felt more selfish and it made you so mad at yourself for only thinking of your feelings. You understood where she was coming from and all you could think of was how to make this up to her. 

You knew you could counter her points easily as you and mina still had boundaries and she knew about how you ignored mina for the first few weeks of you two dating. It was because you were unsure of your feelings towards Mina but that wasn't the only reason. You saw that Yunjin was getting jealous with the thought that you cared more about Mina as more than a friend. This was also a major reason as to why you distanced yourself from Mina. 

You also talked to her about it, you asked her if she was comfortable and fine with you and mina being friends. After that conversation she never doubted your relationship with mina. You could also bring up the fact that you and Mina shut down ANY idea of you two dating when your friendship was first discovered by the public. You had always made it known how good of a friend  Mina was. You and Mina were known as nothing more than friends. 

But alas, you didn't want to fight anymore, you just wanted this to stop. You loved her and she loved you and as her lover causing these problems shouldn't be a thing you should do.

“I'm sorry babe, you're right I was being unreasonable and you are allowed to have friends, i don't want you to think you aren't. I just really don't want to fight anymore. Can we please just go to sleep? I love you and I don't like fighting with you.” you said sniffling and wiping your tears as you walked towards her wanting a hug. 

You could tell by the way she wrapped her arms around you she didn't want to, but seeing you crying and looking to her for comfort for the tears she caused made her happy. She was happy that she was the one you found comfort in no matter the reason, but it did not overlook the fact that she was still MAD. you were aware of this fact yet you didn't let it phase you as you held onto her shirt tighter burying your face in her chest as you gripped her shirt in your fists.

Yunjin wanted so badly to embrace you tighter but she couldn't, she wouldn't. You needed to know that you couldn't just pull this shit then expect it all to go away as soon as you cry. It hurt her to hurt you like this but your words really made her mad and the more she thought of your guyses fight the more her sympathy for you left. 

She wouldn't leave you alone crying though, as mad as she was at you she wasn't heartless and she still cared for you a lot. She picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room, your face still buried in her shirt and you hiccuped in between your sobs. She laid you down slowly and as soon as her back hit the bed you snuggled up against her and soon enough you fell asleep. When your members came back to the dorm they awwed at the sight of you two snuggled up together and took pictures of it not knowing about the fight that transpired leading up to it. 

The next morning when you awoke she was gone, all she left behind was a small note saying to text her when you weren't as selfish and didn't think you could dictate her relationships. You silently sobbed as you read the note knowing you couldn't cry too loud or else your members would hear and they would worry for you.

You didn't want anyone to see Yunjin in a bad light, especially not your members. That morning Yunjin’s phone was blown up with messages from you telling her how sorry you were and that you would never ‘dictate’ her relationships again, and begging her to respond(she didn't). 

I know my friends they give me bad advice, like move on get you out my mind, but don't you think i haven't even tried you got me cornered and my hands are tied

It had been a whole two weeks since Yunjin had unofficially ended things with you, you hadnt left bed other than to go to mina’s dorm and lay in her bed. The only thing that kept you going was the thought that she hadn’t fully ended things. 

“Dude, just stop thinking of her, it's that simple. If you don't think of her you won't remember what happened and you won't be depressed. Also when will you tell your members about the break up?” Mina said from right next to you as you were both lying in her bed. 

“Ughhh it's really not as easy as you say, you've been there since we started dating. Of all people you should get that, and it's not like I wanna be hung up on her, and it’s not an official break up, just a break. Shes doing this for the stupidest fucking reason too, Like maybe if it was something serious but this!? This is literal bullshit.” you said your arms flailing around trying to get your disbelief at this whole situation out. 

“Babe you and I both know you definitely don't wanna get over her with those daily messages and I think I know the reason you haven't told your members. I just wanna hear you say it so you can hear for yourself how badly you still want her.”

“Okay, maybe I don't wanna get over her, but is that so unexpected? We've been together for years. I love her more than anyone, and yes i haven't told the members because if she does accept my apologies and does take me back then i don't want them to see her in a bad light. I don't wanna give them a reason to dislike her because I know they'll hold it against her by seeing how badly the ‘breakup’ affected me.” you replied looking down at the fingers you were fiddling with.

Even mina didn't know the full truth, she obviously knew most of it but not all of it, always the one to protect Yunjin you were. She obviously knew about how bad Yunjin’s anger issues were, that was common knowledge. You had told her about the fight but left out the parts that you could've said to counter Yunjins statement. 

She didn't think either of you were wrong, although she obviously favored you as you were her best friend. She wanted to hate Yunjin for doing this to you and making you so sad but she couldn't. Not with knowing how much the girl loved you. She knew this would pass, no way you two could stay away from each other.

You got me so addicted to the drama i tell myself i'm done with wicked games but then i get so numb with all the laughter that i forget about the pain

Minas' predictions turned out to be true, the next day Yunjin messaged you back. You were ecstatic, she had asked to meet up with you to talk and you obviously agreed. 

“I'm so sorry Jen, I was really wrong and I don't think I can bear to lose you. You're the love of my life, the only person I'll ever love, please take me back.” you said all in one breath looking at her intently.

“Nono, I'm sorry,I was such a dick. I promise you I'll never do ‘this’ again or even hurt you again. This break made me realize how much I needed you and how much I can't live without you. I love you so much, so please, will you take me back?” she asked with uncertainty as she stared at you, you felt the same way you felt back in her room all those years ago when she confessed to you, and she looked the same. 

Your reply was obviously a yes, a big yes. You jumped on her and squeezed her as tight as you could while crying. You were so happy, this was WAY more than what you expected, she had actually reflected on her actions and apologized. You were over the moon.

And I guess you’ll never know  all the bullshit that you put me through and i guess you'll never know, no

Breaking news: LE SSERAFIM’s Huh Yunjin seen out with aespas Ningning! Both of them getting a little closer than usual friends, if the angles were better god knows what we’d have seen.

What. The. Fuck. Those were your only thoughts as you read through the article then saw the pictures below. You couldn’t tell because of the angle but it definitely looked like they were kissing. You didn’t know how to feel, your members burst into your room looking at you worriedly. By the look on your face they could tell you had seen the news. 

Everything was hazy, you just asked Haewon to drive you to Minas place and she obliged seeing the state you were in. You were completely silent the whole way there, the whole car was silent except the faint sound from the outside of the car. It was like you had turned off your emotions, but as soon as you saw Mina waiting there on the sidewalk for you you burst out into tears

Mina knew you’d come to her after reading the news of what happened and so she sat there waiting at the gate of her apartment building. As soon as you stepped out of the car she saw that you burst into tears. She ran up and to your side to hug you and lead you into her apartment.

You knew that many other people lived in this building and that they could all see you sobbing into Mina’s shirt but you didn’t let that phase you. Other opinions on you were the last thing on your mind. 

“I’m going to beat the fucking shit outta her.” Those were the first words to leave Mina's mouth once you entered her flat. 

She was pacing around the room, her hands running through her hair, you didn't think you'd ever seen her more mad. Mina was always the calm one, the one who never let anything get to her. This time Mina was livid, she was so done with Yunjin pulling this type of stupid shit and you forgiving her,

You wanted to say something, scream even, but you couldn’t get any words out of your mouth. Whenever you started crying really hard, the sobs would always be followed up with hiccups and because of this you couldn’t seem to speak. 

“I…” you felt so frustrated, you wanted to speak, tell her how mad you were but you couldn't seem to get it out.

Seeing this Mina sat down next to you, her anger seeming to dissolve at the sight of you, she wrapped her arms around you and didnt say anything. She just sat there with you, Mina had known you since you were in 8th grade, she knew how to calm you down. 

After a while of crying you calmed down a bit. The small things Mina had been whispering to you had helped a lot and you finally felt like you could speak.

“I-I can't believe she would do this, I can't believe she would throw everything away like this— am I not good enough? Where did I go wrong?” you sobbed out into Minas shirt.

Minas heart broke seeing your state of distress, she had never been more mad. She wanted to kill Yunjin at that very moment, you deserved so much better than that cheating bitch. She wanted desperately to say this to you but she knew it wouldn't do you any good so she kept these feelings to herself.  

NMIXX’s l/n y/n seen crying at TWICE’s Mina’s apartment building with Mina comforting her just 20 minutes after Huh Yunjin was seen with Ningning. Could there be a connection between these two idols? We’re aware of Yunjin and y/n’s friendship but could it be something more?

Comments:

Anonymous: omg i was there when y/n arrived at the building, mina ran to her side and guided her all the way up. Poor y/n she's so lucky to have a good friend like mina but istg if huh yunjin had anything to do with this ill hunt her down. 

Anonymous: this is what ive been saying!!! y/n and yunjin are wayyy too close to be normal friends. Huh yunjin sucks ass, she cheated on my girl y/n and god knows what else shes done. 

Anonymous: y/n come be with me, id never cheat on you or put you through what yunjin does. God knows how yunjin even pulled y/n, y/n is like an angel and to cheat on her is actually insane. Who in their right mind would cheat on THE l/n y/n!

Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was the only word going through Yunjins mind, how could she have been so careless and gotten caught? As she read the comments on the article she felt even worse than before, y/n gave her everything she needed. Why did she have to be so dumb? Why had she gone out and ruined everything? 

As soon as Yunjin arrived at her dorm she mentally prepared herself for what her members were gonna say. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door and entered. She found all of her members sitting on the couch in her living room in silence as she walked in and headed towards them. Kazuha had to be physically restrained by Chaewon so as to not hurt Yunjin right then and there. She was the closest out of the members to you and she wanted nothing more than to deck Yunjin in the face. 

“Why, why would you do that to her? She's literally the girlfriend ANYONE would kill for, she's perfect, she could easily bag anyone in this industry yet she chose you. Why would you do this to her?” Chaewon asked Yunjin in a calm tone which surprised Yunjin, she looked like she'd explode any minute. Her face was red and Yunjin could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

“I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I did it, I wish I didn't. I really wish I could take it back.” Yunjin said, her hand running through her hair as she stood in front of everyone.

“You only wish you could take it back because you were caught, if this wasn't released i bet you wouldn't regret it, hell I bet you’d do it again.” Kazuha said and Yunjin could hear the anger seeping into her voice. 

Yunjin couldn't say anything to retort that because she honestly didn't know if she would. she wanted to say she wouldn't that she regretted it because she loved you but was that really the truth?

(yeah) so you can cut me up and kiss me harder you can be the pill to ease the pain 'cause i know i'm addicted your drama baby here we go again

“Baby please, just listen to me, please just give me a chance to explain.” Yunjin begged as she stood at Mina's door, Mina had made the mistake of opening it not knowing who was at the door and now Yunjin wouldn't leave. 

“Get the fuck out.” Mina said through gritted teeth, she had balled her fists up, and was trying her best not to hit Yunjin. She swore if she didn't leave in the next 5 minutes she wouldn't hold back anymore, for the sake of you though, she endured 5 minutes.

“Please just let me talk to her.” Yunjin begged as she tried to look over Mina's shoulders to get a look at you but Mina had completely blocked any views inside. 

“I swear to god if you don't leave right now…'' Mina said, again trying to get Yunjin to leave but for obvious reasons Yunjin hadn't given up and Mina had counted 5 minutes. 

Mina had never been a violent person, nor someone to get angry easily but Yunjin was really getting on her nerves and her not leaving pissed her off even more. The next action Mina took came as a big surprise to Yunjin because she would have expected this from anyone but mina. Mina had decked Yunjin square in the face. 

Mina had not held back AT ALL on this punch as it sent Yunjin to the ground with a bleeding nose and a cut on her lip caused by Mina’s ring. She held her face in her hands as she looked at Mina dumbfounded. She got up but she didn't attempt to hit Mina in return. She knew this was of her own doing and Mina was not to blame for being a good friend. 

Hearing a loud thump on the ground, you ran out of Mina's room and to the door to see Yunjin with blood dripping from her mouth and nose. You held your hand over your mouth in a gasp as you looked at Mina. She simply shrugged and said ‘she had it coming’ you brushed past Mina and out the door to Yunjin.

“Mina I'm gonna go with her now, if she's this determined to talk to me then I guess i have to talk to her. You kissed Mina on the cheek and hugged her as you whispered ‘i'll be fine’ in her ear. This didn't help calm down Mina's worries though. 

“Anything happens you call me, alright?” you nodded in response to this as you left with Yunjin letting her wrap her arm around your waist.(only because she was hurt right?)

As you two reached the ground level of the building you realized that you two would most likely be seen by paparazzi. They would see her bloodied face, as you were gonna start worrying about that you felt Yunjin come to a stop, you were in front of her car.

“I'm driving.” you said with no room for arguing, hearing your tone she simply handed you the car keys as she got in the passenger's seat. 

The car ride to her dorm was relatively silent, you figured you were gonna go there, seeing as if you were to take her to your dorm she’d definitely leave with a couple of broken bones. Yunjin was on her phone to text into the le sserafim group chat to tell them to leave because she was bringing you there. 

While waiting in the elevator to reach the floor in which her dorm resided you were scrolling on your phone and you saw your earlier suspicions confirmed. There was an article written on how Yunjin had left your dorm with blood on her face and holding you. You almost laughed at how fast they were to write these articles. 

You still couldn't believe this was happening, everything was happening so fast you almost didn't process it, this felt like a dream. A really really bad dream, you even pinched yourself in case this was a dream. If this was a dream it would definitely be the worst one you've had. 

When you two entered her dorm it was completely empty, she led you to her room and motioned you to sit down next to her on her bed. As much as you hated her at this moment you didn't want to leave her with blood on her face as you talked to her so without saying anything you went to enter the bathroom that was connected to her room. 

You practically lived here, even having a toothbrush left here so you knew where everything was. You looked in the drawer that had all the first aid stuff and pulled out the first aid kit. You sat down facing her on the bed and she turned her body to face you too. You took her face in your hand as you picked up an alcohol pad and gently wiped the blood off of her cut lip. 

Usually this would hurt but even when you were kids, Yunjin never made a big deal when she was hurt. She was always strong, especially when it came to getting hurt. As a kid you admired her for this, you always thought she was really cool for keeping a smile on her face when the teachers would put alcohol on her injuries. 

You would always call her your strong girl, she loved that nickname and you loved her. But would she even be your girl anymore? The thought that she wouldn't be made you want to lock yourself in a room and never leave. She was the only person you would ever love. if it wasn't her you wouldn't love anyone else, you only wanted her. But did she even want you?

You didn't notice when you started crying, you only realized it when you felt her soft hand caress your face. She slowly wiped your tears and when you realized you were crying you started crying even harder. 

“Why? Why did you have to like someone else? Where did i go wrong, i only ever loved you and i'll only ever love you. Please don't leave me, you're all I have, I swear I'll be a better girlfriend. I swear I'll make you love me more.” you begged in between sobs, you told yourself you wouldn't go back, you couldn't.

But you couldn't help it, you would always go back to her.

[tanith-rhea]

Happy and Safe

I had an idea of like...okay seeing Gwen talking about how high school was hell for her, and how Larissa just wants the outcasts to have a space and protect her little Nevermore family, got me a little emotional. I was thinking that maybe Larissa could comfort a Nevermore student that has been through an abusive relationship or been groomed. She takes on a super nurturing role and reassures the reader it isn't her fault and lets her have a huge breakdown in her office and even holds her.

Word count: 3.4k Author's note: For the lovely @fortheloveofaphroditesblessings who trusted me with this idea. Thank you so much! It was a real ride to write it and I'm so glad you enjoyed it. 💛

Today was not a good day. The entire week, the feeling of dread and imminent danger kept your body on high alert. Any sudden movements made you flinch, any loud noises took your breath away. If someone so much as brushed against you, you felt like your ribs were closing in on your chest and bile rose in your throat. But today was especially torturous. Today you couldn’t be near anyone without wanting to hug yourself and cry.

However, it was a school day, and you’d been skipping classes enough since you were transferred to allow yourself any more time off. You had to score well; it was the only thing you had left. So, you left the dormitory and mentally shielded yourself from all external stimuli. People talking around you were distant sounds and no one’s face was recognizable.

You walked to your first class, sat, and barely moved for forty minutes, only looking from the chalkboard to your notes and back. Much of the morning was more of the same. You talked to no one, heard no one, saw no one. It was a conscious effort, and it made your muscles hurt and your stomach knot. The continuous rhythmic movements of the pen on paper, your chest rising and falling in counted seconds, and the blink of your eyes which took only a few fractions of a second longer than it normally would were the only things keeping you from screaming and kicking and running until your body was too heavy for your legs.

"You're a very smart girl, darling. Don't tell your mother, but I think she doesn't appreciate you enough," the woman sat by your side on the steps. You'd been watching all the adults in the kitchen, mostly women, drinking and smoking through the half-open door.

Mommy had told you to go to your room when you came over to ask her to look for errors in your math homework, so you left but didn't go upstairs because you liked hearing her and her friends talking.

They were funny. Most of the time they drank in these gatherings, saying it was the only way to endure their husbands and that, in a few years, you would understand. You didn't know, you didn't even understand the point of a husband.

"Do you want me to accompany you to your bedroom? We wouldn't want her to be mad, right?" she smiled, offering you her hand to take. You agreed easily enough, and she took you upstairs.

She played battleship with you and helped you revise your homework, which she said was entirely correct and complimented you again on how smart you were.

You spent lunchtime in your room. You didn’t have a roommate yet, and probably wouldn’t until the beginning of a new year. It was a blessing but also a curse. With no one around, your feelings got the better of you. When you were at Spruce, what kept you in check wasn’t the yoga or outside activities, but the community. Having people looking out made you want to be good, to be presentable, to make an effort. Here everyone already had their own groups and the few that went out of their way to talk to you had no reason to think you needed someone to keep you in check. I’m not a good girl anymore; how could I be?

Class began again and you beelined to the places you needed to be, not stopping to look around for anyone. You should have because, at the turn of a corridor, you collided with someone and were sent to the ground with your books.

The simple contact was already enough to steal all air from your lungs, but the pain of your elbows hitting the fancy linoleum shot panic through your veins and you couldn’t keep a shrieking sound of terror inside.

There was nothing else. White light and white noise were all you sensed as you flew through the corridors to an unknown destiny away from an unknown threat. Books be damned, you were sprinting, bumping against several things, maybe people, along the way. You wished you could run as fast as your heart was beating but your legs couldn’t carry your body for much longer. It was exactly the same as when you were a child, running in the park, trying to win a race against her. Your legs were too small for your speed, and you would trip over yourself, soiling your knees with dirt and grass.

She was never mad. Mother would snicker and refuse to help you, but she tsked fondly and cleaned you up, caressing your legs while at it, claiming “they had to be sore from beating her at running”. It had never been love. You were her little doll, her baby girl. You could never get rid of the repugnant taste she left in your mouth when she grumbled “you seduced me from the beginning” against your tongue. Repugnant because you knew how sweet it felt at the time, even if rotten.

When your lungs burned too much to keep going and you smelt iron on your nose, you stopped, heaving in a darkened patch of the woods.

You flopped down to the forest floor, chest rising and falling several inches. You felt bone-deep exhaustion. More than from physical exertion, more than from chemicals in your blood; you were exhausted from simply being, from enduring, from knowing what you did. What she made of you.

Your chest movements changed; now not only they rose and fell rapidly, but also shook with the force of your sobs, with your breath cutting itself into half a million fragments just like you wish you could. You wailed, screamed and trashed, cursing everything and everyone for not stopping the way you felt, for not giving you a magical solution, a forget button or a reverse time. It didn’t change anything, but it made you feel human.

"Your mom asked me to look after you tonight. Isn't it great? We'll have so much fun!" she sounded as excited as you felt.

"Will we be up all night?" you were filled with glee.

"Absolutely! Whatever you want, my baby girl. Look, I've brought you something..."

It was a very small sleeveless shirt.

"I don't think it will fit me..." you pouted, sad that you had grown so much and wouldn't be able to use the gift she brought you.

"No, no, no. It's meant to be that small, lovely. It's a special blouse you can wear when we're alone," she booped your nose and nudged you to take off your pyjama top. "It's supposed to only cover this area," she ran her fingers through your skin where she meant, "What is this area called?" oh, she was testing you!

"Ribcage," you said proudly, and she beamed at you and kissed the middle of your chest.

"That's right! My baby girl is the smartest!" she said while helping you into the soft cloth. It was pink and had flower patterns. It felt the same as the necklace she gave you a few weeks before, which she said was lace.

"How do I look?" you turned around, putting up your hair to show her your back as well.

"Beautiful. You are perfect, my love, smart and funny and absolutely stunning," you didn't understand some of her words sometimes, but you liked that she called you things like stunning instead of pretty because it made you feel grown up. "Now, will you be a good girl and bring the other presents I gave you? I want to see how the look is coming together."

You nodded vehemently and ran to your bedroom to fetch the long socks and necklace and ran back, already without your bottoms because you knew she'd ask you to take them off. You wore the pink panties she said looked 'scrumptious' in you just to see her smile.

"Oh, aren't you a vision! Come, my love, let me dress you."

You loved when she dressed you. Her hands were so soft and caring while she slid the pink see-through socks up your thighs, tickling on their way up. She was so much nicer than mommy. She brushed your hair and massaged your shoulders. It was wonderful. Even if sometimes she massaged places that didn't hurt, like your little chest and thighs. So long as she was happy, you were too.

"Do you want to play Cluedo?" you asked, now wearing only your presents and panties. It was a bit chilly, but it didn't matter, she always noticed and told you to seat between her legs so she could warm you up.

You didn’t go back to class. You fell asleep on the leaves and dirt in the peaceful quiet of the trees. It was a better sleep than you’ve had gotten in a week on a comfortable bed.

When you woke up with a sharp pain in your left shoulder it was well past mid-afternoon and thinking of going back only made you want to roll over and sleep until morning.

You didn’t, though. Even as an outcast, your abilities wouldn’t help you much if an animal decided you looked tasty. So, you made your way back guessing the best you could which was the right direction and arrived just before the last class finished.

No one paid much attention, as per usual. The furs often looked like you did now, and everyone was exaggeratedly chill with any strange behaviour when it came to what you identify as, so long as there was no harm to yourself and others. No one asked, they just smiled and kept going.

After a long shower and searching for your discarded books, you were ready to spend the rest of the day underneath the covers. You could ask someone for their notes on mind reading and emphatic studies when you were better and capable of looking at people in their faces. However, today was proving to be more and more of a bad day — nap in the wood non-included — because as you left the lost-and-found corner of the library, you walked straight into a severe-looking principal, towering over you with bright blue eyes boring holes into yours, very clearly indicating she was searching for you and not for a nice chat.

"How was that test?" she always remembered when you had tests.

"Hard, but my teacher said I got the highest score in the class," it was surprising, because you really struggled in that one, and would probably only get 90 and be scolded by mommy.

"Ooh, someone needs rewarding then!" she laughed and lunged forward tickling you over the Scrabble board.

You loved getting tickled, you would run through the apartment and always be caught; she'd press you to the floor and torture you unrelentingly until you were out of breath and begging for mercy.

"Stop! Stop, please!" you coughed through the laughter.

"Alright... but only if you let me reward you another way?"

You agreed eagerly.

"How?" what did she have in mind? Was it another present?

"Come here..." she smiled, taking your hands and walking back to the couch. She sat and manoeuvred you to sit between her legs as you had been doing for over a year now. You always let her move you however she liked. It generally ended up being something you liked, only sometimes it was for things you had to grow accustomed to first to start liking. Tonight, was like those times.

"What do you think of a special massage?" she said, already pressing your shoulder in that way that made you comfortable and warm and pliant.

“Good to finally find you, miss,” she said simply, but her thin line of a mouth didn’t mask it wasn’t all that good for you.

“Principal,” you acknowledged her with a nod, not quite looking her in the eyes. You just wanted to leave, go to your room and melt on the cool floor until you felt just enough like a person again and then maybe sleep some more.

“I’d like you to accompany me to my office. I’ve been looking for you for quite some time now and we need to talk.”

Did someone tell her you ran away screaming? For all you knew, she might have seen you even, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

“I’m sorry, miss Weems…” every murmured word took a toll on you and even not looking at her you felt her disappointment. You were failing at being “part of the family” like she wanted you to, were failing at appearing for classes, and soon enough would fail your exams because there was only so much you could learn exclusively from books and notes. “But can we leave this for tomorrow?” you breathed, not trusting the lump in your throat to keep the slowly rising sobs down for much longer.

You heard a sigh. Maybe she’d let you go. Maybe she was also tired of trying to include you and-

“I’m sorry, but I think I’ve delayed this long enough, dear. Please come with me.”

She didn’t say anything more, and as you followed her with sunken shoulders, you found a bit of solace in how her voice had ringed solemn and not completely unattached.

“You must know I’m aware of your recent absence from most of your classes, correct?” she said as soon as you sat at the leather chair in front of her desk.

You nodded, paying close attention to your bouncing leg rather than the woman.

“You also know that as principal I was entrusted with your file and general knowledge of the past facilities you’ve been to.”

It wasn’t a question, so you felt no need to say anything. You just wanted this to be over, you could talk about it any other time, couldn’t she see that?

“Could you stop that?” her less soothing tone had you looking at her, and she was staring at your leg with a questioning raised eyebrow.

“Sorry…”

She only sighed, closing her eyes for a few seconds before getting up and gesturing for you to follow her, “Come, let’s sit by the fire. I think I have tea from earlier.”

“Baby?”

"Yes!" you'd forgotten to answer.

"Perfect." her hands descended to your barely covered chest, her fingers sneaking under your little shirt and grazing over your tiny breasts. "You have such lovely breasts. Someday you'll make someone very happy with them," she said cryptically.

"What do you mean...?"

"What I mean, baby girl, is that someday you'll find someone you love, a friend that makes you laugh, gives you presents and cares for you, and you'll be able to show your love with your body to them."

"And what do my...?"

"Breasts," she reassured you it was ok for you to say. Mommy didn't like when you talked about your lady parts.

"Yes... what do my breasts have to do with it?"

"Well, if the person is the right one, they'll know how to appreciate them, and make you feel nice with them. And that way, they'll be happy. That's what I meant."

You stayed silent for a bit, "Do I make you happy?" she was the only one who loved you, maybe you should make her happy like that.

"Oh, you do, lovely," she said, and her hands went down your belly, caressing their way to the bottom of your stomach. You felt a strange heat rise there. "But now that you mentioned... I can think of a way we could both be happy."

"And what is that?" you almost jumped at the opportunity to please her.

"Remember the special massage I offered?" she whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

"Yes...?" she hooked her fingers to your pretty pink panties.

"Do you want to know where it is?" her breath on your neck smelled of cigarettes, the minty ones she let you try once. You coughed so much, you never tried again.

You nodded energetically, feeling nervousness boil in your chest while her fingers made something different boil somewhere else.

“I don’t know anything that happened to you,” she said calmly, after you shared a cup of tea in silence, “I only know you lived at a mental health facility-“

“Residential treatment centre.”

“Right, I’m sorry…”

“No, you… are correct, the way you said it just sounds a lot more clinical than it felt…”

She gave you a small smile that you hated knowing, the compassionate gesture every person would make when they heard. You didn’t want compassion; you wanted a reverse uno card. But weirdly, you found more comfort in her well-meaning eyes, than in any other face. It made you want to cry like a child, something you hadn’t been able to do even then… not after seven years old… not for several years.

“Well, my point is that I can’t make you go to classes if you’re not feeling well for whatever reason, and I think today’s little hit-and-run only proves how ill-advised that would be.”

You were stunned for a beat before finding your voice, “What? How is that ok? Isn’t it unfair? And how will I pass exams if I don’t go to classes?”

“I didn’t say you won’t be going to classes, dear,” she gave you the faintest little laugh before continuing, “I only meant we’ll have to keep you from feeling this way.”

Upon your clearly confused expression, she kept going.

“I want you to be part of our Nevermore family with all my heart. And I don’t know about you, but I do everything I can to ensure my family feels happy and safe, so it’s my intention to help you feel exactly like that.”

You couldn’t remember the last time someone offered to take care of you. Well, you could. But this was so very different. Principal Weems wasn’t smothering you with compliments, hell she was two seats away from you on the sofa; she made no movement to get near you and still her words touched you with such tenderness that you felt the entire week’s anguish beast being stroked behind the ear and purring.

Did she really mean it? Was it important to her for you to be a part of all of this? Of this school? You felt your thumb trembling. You’d seen it times enough to recognize it as the tell-tale sign that soon all your arm would start too, and soon after, you’d be choking and coughing on half-successful attempts of breathing, and you couldn’t do that in front of her.

You jumped up in a panic, only for your head to spin and your limbs to feel like jelly. You slumped on the sofa again, feeling faint. You were heaving for what felt like the millionth time that week and felt tears prickling your eyes for being like this in front of someone who wanted you to feel exactly the opposite.

You felt shame and anger and it didn’t help at all.

“Fuck, I hate this!” your voice sounded muddled, nasal like you had a cold, and you could only coil on yourself in the hopes of hiding whatever possible and being as small as you could. Sometimes you wished you could turn invisible. This was definitely one of those times.

You heard a sharp intake of breath and felt the weight of Miss Weems leaving her seat. When a hand touched your shoulder, you could only wail and recoiled from her. You knew from the contact that she really meant well deep down, but you also couldn’t ignore the creeping feeling of a thousand spiders enveloping you from the point of contact.

The press ceased immediately, and you felt her sit again, closer this time, and silently wait for you to feel better.

The fact that she didn’t shout at you nor tried to embrace you or interfere at all, that she only waited patiently for you to come out of it, that she stayed there for you, made breathing again so much easier. It took you more than you’d like her to see, but it also ended so much sooner than it normally would, that when you lifted your head again you felt equal parts overwhelmingly confused and numb.

You also felt clean, in a way you hadn’t for months since arriving here, light. You wouldn’t be able to say if you talked again before you fell asleep, but you did remember how bony her elbow felt on your cheek, and how it was comfortable anyway.

[gavisuntiedboot]

You are Everything (Gavi x reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are linked here

Day 3: "I love you."

"Amor, turn the lights off and come to bed."

You and Gavi had been dating for several months now. Given the nature of his job, you didn't get to see him often if you weren't at his house. So this evening, like many others, you were at Pablo's apartment to spend the night so that you could have some quality time together. Unfortunately, you were also a university student, which meant that nights at Pablo's were never free from studying or homework. Tonight was no exception. You were sitting on the couch, laptop open in front of you with notes scattered as you tried to figure out your problem set.

"I can't right now, Pablo. I need to finish this."

"Amor, you can finish in the morning. Tomorrow is Sunday. Just get some sleep, and it might be easier to do when you're well rested."

You turned to look at Gavi, eyes tired and body aching. You pulled your glasses off your face. Before you could make a smart comment at him, your eyes began to water, and then you were crying. Gavi's concern was obvious. He got out of bed and came over to you, hugging your form that was shaking with sobs.

"Baby what happened?" He said, softly rubbing circles into your back. You couldn't speak. Sobs wracked your body. You used your remaining strength to stand, and Gavi took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, embracing you tightly. You continued to cry into his shoulder. He switched off the light, leading both of you to the bed. He laid down with you, keeping you close to his chest. He rubbed circles into your back, placing gentle kisses on your forehead.

"I won't be able to do it Pablo. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. I'm stupid. I don't know why I convinced myself I could do this degree. I'm an idiot and I should drop out." You said softly sniffling against his chest. He separated the two of you slightly, moving one hand up to caress your face.

"Amor don't ever say that about yourself. You are incredibly intelligent and hard working, and you are more than capable of finishing this degree with excellence. I see how much effort you put in. I see the dedication. I see the lack of sleep and sacrificing meals so you can keep studying. I see how you haul your books here every night so I can see you and you can get work done. I'm always in awe of how smart you are. My girl is wonderful and intelligent and sexy. Please don't allow yourself to think anything different. You're amazing."

Your eyes welled up with tears again.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I love you. You're my girl."

Your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time either of you had said it. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying to decipher if he meant it in a romantic way or not.

"Pablo you don't even know what love is."

"Yes I do. Love is that feeling I get after every kiss, where my heart swells and I feel like I'm on another planet. It's the way that sometimes I look at you in the morning, with the sun hitting your face, and you're so beautiful it hurts to breathe. Everything in this world reminds me of you: the blue of the sky, the smell of the rain, the feeling of the sun on my skin. Everything makes me think of you, and you're all I want to think of. You are everything. I love you."

You looked up at him with wet eyes.

"Say it again."

"I," he kissed your forehead, "love," another kiss to the cheek, "you." He punctuated the statement with a deep and passionate kiss.

"I love you. I think I will continue loving you till I'm no longer on this Earth. I love you I love you I love you."

"Pablito... I love you too."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: a little short, but hope y'all enjoyed! I am literally falling asleep while typing. On a more personal note, I submitted my application for Grad school today. Clap for me pls. Part 3 of "Just Pretend" taking longer than I thought - sorry for the delay!

[koshirulynn]

-The little things-

High school AU fluff- Kyo kaneko x Writer!reader

In where,you find comfort from being with Kyo and it leads to much moments as a writer. All because of the little things he did for you.

(This is just for fun and please do not take this serious at all.Sorry about not updating for the last few weeks.I have been busy with many things but regardless Enjoy reading!)

Crumpling the lined paper again for the 6th time was tiring. After a whole day of school,coming home to having to do a mountain pile of homework. You were exhausted from socializing and attending all 9 classes. With the dim light slightly straining your eyes as that the lamp was located too close.You continued to stare at the blank page in front of you.

Thinking about what could be your starting point for your English assignment. Although you had all week to do it,you still didn't have a single clue what to do. Usually you had many ideas on what to do but this time you couldn't think of anything. The due date was getting closer too and you still had nothing even when three weeks had passed.

It was quite late in the night with the lamp shade on since 5pm, lap top open for ideas on what to write, phone charging right beside you and the paper that was still blank.

You were known as the creative one within your group, the averagely smart and artistic one. Yet nothing,not a spark of inspiration or a certain topic came to mind. It was starting to frustrate you because you always found creative writing fun and enjoyable especially when people online also loved your romance posts to the point that they followed and liked the posts.

"ughh I don't know what to do"Groaning to yourself as your repetitively banged your head on the desk.You didn't know what do to,the due date was coming a close and all you had was that blank ass paper right in front of you.This was the longest writer's block you have ever gotten in the longest time.

Suddenly your phone started to vibrate. 'heh?who could this be?' You questioned yourself as you lifted your head from the table.

The contact name was someone you didn't talk to but still,he wanted to give you his number.It was Kyo Kaneko.

He was the person who sat right behind you in English class. You both did have small talk and once had to do a group project together but other than that nothing between you both was more than classmates.Not wanting to make him wait or miss the call,you pressed the green button.

"Hey Y/n,how are you?" The sound of his voice relaxed you a bit so you decided to go to your bed that was just right beside your study desk. Before you plopped yourself onto your comfortable bed you unplugged your phone.

"Hi Kyo,I'm fine-how about you?"You replied with your tired voice while you snuggled up to your favorite plush.

"Sorry if it's late but I couldn't call you earlier"He chuckled after which made you smile.Kyo sounded quite tired too, 'Maybe he was working earlier'You thought to yourself.

"All good,so why did you decide to call me out of no where?"You inquired with interest. It was out of the blue that he called you and especially it was really late at night.

Before answering your question,he sighed in defeat. "I was kinda worried y'know like you look like you didn't get any sleep at all and those panda circles of yours are getting darker every day" The insult hurt you but you knew he was right. For the past few days,you were caught by Kyo himself sleeping in between classes. He would wake you up 2 minutes before the lesson started so that you could at least mentally prepare yourself for the upcoming topic.

Of course you thanked him but at this point Kyo found himself worried about you every time you did do this.

"Ahh I see, well I have been finding it difficult to sleep because I am stuck with much homework-haha"You tried laughing it off but the blue haired boy did not find this amusing at all. Tired from the piles of work and having many assignments due date coming closer and closer,piled on with homework from other subjects made your sleeping schedule currupted.

"You should definitely take a break,look I can ask the teachers to give me any study pages and notes then I can give it to you while you're on your break. By this you can still be on topic with the class"His deep voice was laced with concern and you didn't want to let him down so you accepted his request.

--

That was two weeks ago,with that Kyo had been checking up on you at least once every two weeks.Helping you with the bare minimum but you were grateful for everything he did for you.The break was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time. You did get to do all the assigned work and rested meanwhile in your free time.

Currently,you were in English class. Twirling the pen in your hand. Not many people were in class at the moment because you had entered class much earlier than when it started. You skipped lunch today because you're a broke high school student. The peace was perfect for writing.

Sunlight was coming from the window,hitting your face. Focusing on what new story you were writing,the pen in your hand was running out of ink fast. The new ideas came rushing in for your newest post,the black pigment appearing on the page quick. Your hand was starting to strain especially the pinky finger. For some reason,when you either type or write,your pinky finger started to get tired easily. 'Oh well'

Unaware of the people around you,some people had entered the classroom.Taking their seats and putting their belongings in place,you didn't bother to look at them once you notice their presence close by.

"hey isn't that y/n,the one that Kyo-"a feminine voice was then muffled.

"shut up Scarle-they can probably hear us"You continued to write with passion.Trying to make sure that each word you wrote wasn't spelled incorrectly but then the pen ran out.

"ugh-"Groaning in annoyance,you were interrupted by a familiar voice.Someone that you haven't seen in a hot minute.

"heyy Y/n!"A deep charming voice spoke up which caught your attention. There you saw,your good friend Kyo waving at you with a wide smile. His light blue locks were clearly recently conditioned and washed,Looking shiny and soft.You wondered on what was his hair care.

"Hi Kyo"You questioned returning the smile.Pink dusted his cheeks as he glanced at you before taking his seat right behind you.

Kyo found it embarrassing that his friends had witnessed what just occurred. His face feeling warm and hot but he covered it with his hands. Over the time period of 2 weeks,by getting to know you more and spending time with you more. Kyo had realised that he had a crush on you. He liked the way you were, the way you smiled at him every time he greeted you,the way you focus on writing stories in your free time, how you make sure to do your best in tests even in your homework that wasn't marked as apart of your final grade.

He liked how simple you were as a person but he didn't understand why you didn't have many friends other than him and y/f. Well that's what all Kyo knew himself. He liked how considerate you were about his health just like how he was of you, the blue boy thought that you were such an adorable sweet heart.

Couldn't help himself but blush by how cute your greeting was and how your mood changed when your attention switched to him so fast.

Meanwhile when Kyo was taking out his belongings,the sounds of giggling was coming from the other side of the room. Only you,Scarle,Aia and Kyo was in the room. Looking at the direction,Kyo saw his two female friends Scarle and Aia laughing while glancing at him. Clearly they were chuckling at his reaction when you said 'hey' to Kyo. With Aia,Maria and Scarle sending him teasing looks as they did so.

'This is a disaster' He thought as he hid his head in his arms.However,you just sat there focusing on your newest story.Not being aware of the flustered boy behind you.

"stoppp"You heard Kyo whine out into his arms.

"uh are you alright Kyo?" Turning around with curiosity,you questioned your short friend.

"I-I'm alright"With his arms covering him,you decided just to brush it off and continue with your story before time runs out.You were so engrossed into your work that you didn't hear your stomach growling. It wasn't loud but it was audible enough for Kyo to hear.

Not bothered by your hunger,you continued to write.Using a different pen now, and being so focused.All of a sudden,you felt a tapping on your shoulder.Looking behind,you saw Kyo with his palm slightly covering his mouth.He was looking away but his cheeks tinting a warm red.Eyes shining while they look anywhere but in your direction.cute

"let's go out and eat after school,it's on me"

--

"Thanks for the food Kyo,I really appreciate you"Looking at the delicious food on the table. He was sitting opposite you,'like a date'. Kyo recommended this place,it was a restaurant that he had been going ever since he was in grade 6.

"No problem at all"Kyo loved the look in your eyes. The way your expression was full of glee as you both start to eat the noodles. 'If only you looked at me like that'His thoughts contained as he began to devour the delectable edible goodness.

The place itself was quite the sight. Seemingly like the restaurant was owned by a family,a typical Japanese eatery with history. The dim setting and the intricate designs,statues and fish tanks that had cute small little baby gold fish. You could smell the aroma from the kitchen and this was the kind of restaurant that had listed all the ingredients,calories and allergens in the menu.

'Fancy' you thought to yourself and may many agree with your statement.

"so-how is your story going so far?"Your blue haired friend asked you while slurping up some of the noodles from his bowl.

"Good good, I hope lots of people like this one"You replied before drinking from your glass of cold water.Grabbing a napkin,you handed it to Kyo.He wasn't a messy eater but he had some of the broth around his mouth. Smiling as thanks, you continued to finish the cooling food.

"What's it about anyways?"

"shhhh-it's a secret"You tried to hush him because you were quite a popular writer in your area.

"hmm I think I deserve to know because I am paying for the food"He tried to bribe you with the price of the food but you didn't want to budge at all.

" you'll find out sooner or later Kyo,I promise"

"That's crazy-"With that,you both enjoyed each other's company while finishing up the two bowls of noodles. You were thankful to have someone like Kyo in your life.He was someone who you would never want to forget.

Hours have past and now the sun was setting. After you had eaten the noodles,you both settled on the idea of going home. Putting on your jackets and getting all of your belongings from the table.Kyo had gotten up to pay for both of your meals.

You made your way to where he was waiting for you. He had one of his hands in his pockets while the other was holding his phone. His dark blue winter coat made him look kinda small in it. It was cute because the coat looked like it was eating him up as that it was a slightly puffy one.

"Let's go?"you nodded as he opened the door for you. 'what a gentleman' thinking to yourself as you missed the warmth from the restaurant. You wanted to be cheeky and mess with Kyo before the night ended.Linking your arms with Kyo in a slick motion.

"Nope-not this-" he pulled away from you which made you frown a bit. Taking a hold of your arm,Kyo held your hand instead. Feeling the slight warmth of each other by doing so.

"That's better"This made you flustered,not expecting this counter mover from him. It was smooth and clever of him. Kyo even continued as normal by starting the conversation,acting like you both weren't holding hands like a couple.

Talking about how winter was your favorite season and such but after a few minutes,your arrival at the bus stop had came.Seeing the little bench and the pole that contained when and what bus was coming.

"I guess this is our goodbye,I'll see you on Monday?"You questioned Kyo while you tried letting go of his hand but he squeezed yours before you could.In truth,he didn't want to stop holding your hand. He didn't want to miss your temporary warmth but he already was.

"Text me when you get home,just so I know that you got home safe,okay?"The worry in his voice could make you melt.'so sweet'

"Of course I will,same goes for you!"Without a second,you both found yourselves waving goodbyes. That was the night you found out more of what this could be.

--7:19PM--

You:I am finally home^^and thanks for today

Kyo Kaneko:No probs,I had a great day with you too!I hope we can do this again sometime(^~^)

You:Yes of course, how about we make it a date next time~~ --

Giggling to yourself as you rolled in your fluffy duvet. You were joking with him but after five minutes,you had gotten a reply. 'What's taking him so longgg'

--

Kyo Kaneko:Sure,when are you free next?

You:How about next week,at yours and we can play some Pokemon too???

Kyo Kaneko:sounds like a date

You:yes,I look forward to it! Kyo Kaneko:same here!sorry y/n-Ren wants me to play with him like rn-

You:Goodnight <3 -- Turning off your phone and putting it to the side of your desk to charge. You decided to work on your story again. Thankfully you had no homework or projects due.Even though you will probably get exhausted later on,it was Friday already and there was no school tomorrow. This will be the the weekend of your posting.

With your small lamp on,curtains closed and your laptop open to type out your work.You sighed and smiled.This was the final draft of your longest writings in awhile. Your shoulders will definitely aching later.

Kyo Kaneko:Goodnight<3 sent 9:21PM

--Monday--time:8:16AM--

"Hey Kyo,did you read Y/n's new post???"Aster questioned his friend as he sat down opposite him on their bench. Ren smirked while looking at Kyo.

"nope whyy?"Perking him interests up about the topic of his crush,Kyo wanted to know the details. Taking out his phone to show his blue haired friend.Aster whipped it out and handed it over to him. He began to read it.

The story was a typical romance one. Yet the context seemed familiar to Kyo himself. It was coming from one of the main character's prospective. Expressing their feelings and thoughts of their love interest. It was cheesy but well written. It was quite long but after 20 minutes of reading,the blue haired student had finished reading the piece.

It was about you and him. All the moments that happened between you and him but with different names. Not exposing anyone but yourself and the people who was told of the moments you both had shared. By this,your story had told him how you felt of him. The confession hidden in plain sight. With more than 200k liking and sharing the story posted less than 24 hours.

His face felt a rush of warmth once he realised.You liked him back.

Rushing and leaving his bag and friends. Kyo went to the only place you would be at in the morning.The classroom that was always free,the classroom where English was held.

Running up the stairs to find you just sitting there on a step with your notebook out and pen.Breathing heavily and sweat forming because he just ran across nearly half of the school and not to mention,he doesn't really do sport often.

"w-why *inhales* me? *exhale*"

"what can I say,the little things really do count"

--

Hey guys,sorry if I didn't post in a long while. Also I just wrote this fanfiction because one of my friends really enjoy Kyo Tbh I don't know if Kyo himself allows people to write fanfictions of him x reader and stuff so if so I will definitely delete this-I have been experiencing really bad writer's block for the past few week so I couldn't really find something that was at the level of decency to post-Sorry once again and I hope this is good enough<3

[kpop-kitkat]

Flash Back | Kim Seonwoo

pairing | childhood friend!kim seonwoo x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, idol au, child friends to lovers, mild language, friends drifting apart

wc | 1.6k

notes | none

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 

Y/n winced as she was shoved to the floor in the school hall. "Did you even hear me? Do my homework or I'm not inviting you to my party you dumbf-"

 "Hey!" Seonwoo yelled. Anger evident in his eyes, he strutted over to Danielle, who had pushed his best friend, Y/n, to the ground. "What the hell are you doing?" He seethed.

Danielle immediately changed expressions. Seonwoo was the school's heartthrob after all. "Seonwoo! I-I was just-"

 "Just what? Shoving her to the ground? Again? Forcing her to do your homework in return for a dumb party invitation that literally nobody even asked for?" 

Y/n couldn't help but smile at her best friend's savage remark. She loved it when he got all protective over her. She always felt a sense of security around him.

 "Tsk. Go back to all your friends and tell them you won't have all the answers this time, because Y/n is smart and should not be taken advantage of like that. Get a life," he growled.

 "Sorry," Danielle bowed, immediately exiting, her blonde friend trailing behind her.

Seonwoo sighed before turning to Y/n and reaching out his hand, offering for her to take it, which she did. "Damn, you really get yourself into the same mess everyday, don't you?" Seonwoo chuckled.

 "Yeah sorry," she shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

 "Don't be sorry! It isn't your fault," he smiled. "Some people just have no respect for other human beings," he rolled his eyes.

 "I hear that," Y/n agreed.

 "Are you hurt?" He asked, taking her arms and scanning them for injury. He was always such a caring person, not just to her, but to everyone. She really admired him for that. 

 "I'm fine Woo," she explained. "I just really want out of tenth grade right about now," she sighed.

 "Don't celebrate too soon. We still have two more years. Then we're home free," he encouraged. 

 "Home free."

~~~~~

The next two years flew by. But not in the way Y/n would like. 

Seonwoo grew distant to her. And quite different too. He began hanging out with his new friends, dying his hair often, and even had a wrist tattoo. He was becoming someone else. And, it scared her. He just wasn't Seonwoo anymore. Not her Seonwoo anyway.

 But she didn't want to lose him. She had to speak to him at least once more before graduation. She had too.

Seonwoo laughed as he listened to his friends' stories, putting his books away in his locker, which was only a couple lockers a way from Y/n's, just like it always was. But did he even remember that?

 "Hey Seonwoo," Y/n smiled, immediately attracting the attention of all his friends.

 "Oh, hey Y/n. How've you been? It's been awhile," he tilted his head to the side.

He wasn't as much of a happy-go-lucky guy as he used to be. He was calm, cool, and collected. Sure, that came with maturity. But had he really changed that much?

 "Umm, pretty good. I got a new dog like I've always wanted," she smiled. She remembered how she always ranted to Seonwoo about how much she wanted a dog. Now she had one. But he wasn't as happy for her as she thought he'd be. Maybe he didn't even remember those conversations. Maybe he really did forget everything.

 "That's cool," he nodded his head, looking bored of the conversation. Y/n picked up on that instantly.

 "Nice to see you again. Bye," she bowed and waved to his friends, and they waved back with smiles. She then exited the school and tried not to cry when she got home.

He just wasn't the same.

~~~~~

Y/n and her sister Momo rushed as they got ready to see ENHYPEN's concert. Their cousin, Riki, was in the new k-pop boy group, so naturally, Y/n, her parents, sister, and extensive family came to see them for their first concert.

Once situated in their seats at the stadium, Riki saw his family and waved to them from backstage, particularly his parents and Y/n, his closest cousin.

Once the lights dimmed, Y/n and her family screamed, ecstatic once Riki and the other six members entered onto the stage. But something caused Y/n to freeze.

Seonwoo. It was him. One and a half years older than she last saw him, ears pierced, and part of one of the most popular k-pop groups across the world. She hid herself in her hoodie, too afraid to make eye contact.

But Seonwoo already knew she was there. Riki talked about all his family coming, especially about his favorite older cousin Y/n. Seonwoo knew that he wasn't talking about some other Y/n considering the way he described her. It was his best friend. Or, his old childhood friend. The friend he should've spent more time with. The friend he should've treated better than he did. He knew he messed up. But it was too late in his mind. He couldn't bear the thought of facing her again. Not after he had messed up so badly. How could she ever forgive him?

Kim Seonwoo really did forget how kind and considerate she was. Because she was willing to accept him again with open arms. Not just because they were best friends. But over time, she'd fallen in love.

Seonwoo couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n every now and then as they performed. Many thoughts were going through his head.

"Wow she's beautiful. Has she always been this beautiful?"

"She probably hates me now."

"Damn I really missed her."

"Why do I kinda want t kiss her?"

"Damn this crush."

His absent mind nearly caused him to stumble as he danced, but he kept his composure until the very end. 

The crowds screamed as the members said their goodbyes and filed off of the stage. Family were allowed free backstage passes, and somehow, Momo convinced Y/n to go, despite her protests.

 "Y/n! Momo!" Riki greeted, pulling his cousins into a group hug.

 "You were amazing Riki!" Momo complimented.

 "You really were. You've always been the talent of the family," Y/n agreed.

 "I had such good role models," he countered with a smile. "Let me introduce you to the members. Over there is Jake and Heeseung," he said, pointing to the two men at a small table eating ramyeon. They smiled and waved with their mouths full. "Heeseung is also our leader. And over there, Sunghoon, Jay, and Jungwon," he gestured individually to the three guys on the couch watching k-dramas and animes. "And Seonwoo is... around here somewhere," Riki glanced around, unable to see him. "Well, you'll meet him soon."

Y/n's stomach churned at the mention of his name. She wanted nothing more than to rekindle their friendship, or maybe even start something new. But she was scared of what he might think of her now. What would he say?

It seemed like just a minute had gone by when Y/n and Momo had been hanging out with the members, minus Seonwoo, for hours and hours. They really enjoyed each other's company. But after being bored and not knowing what else to do, Y/n ventured out onto the roof to stargaze. Little did she know, someone was waiting for her up there. "Look who it is," Seonwoo said, just above a whisper, as to not scare Y/n.

"Hey Woo," she tried to smile to hide her uncomfortable feeling. But it came off as fake to Seonwoo.

He moved over to her and sat beside her, also looking up into the stars. "I guess you're waiting for an apology," he sighed.

"Kinda yeah," she replied, sarcastically.

 "I honestly don't know why I stopped talking to you Y/n. We grew apart way faster than I thought we would've. And I really don't blame anyone but myself. I'm sorry," he looked down at his feet. "I also didn't think it would affect you this much. But it obviously did. We were best friends and I screwed it up."

Y/n frowned seeing the tears forming in his eyes. "Yeah it really hurt Seonwoo," she admitted. "But I forgive you," she smiled, grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers together. "I just want my best friend back, if I can have him."

"You can," he smiled, squeezing her hand. "But I also wanted to tell you that I- how do I put this- I like you a lot. More than a friend."

"Me too," she explained. "I thought you'd never admit it."

"W-what?"

"I'm not dumb. It's obvious you always stared at me and got alone time with me every chance you got." 

 "Look at you little detectice," he chuckled. "Well, what does it mean for us? Will you be mine?"

 "Do you even have to ask?"

"Just kiss already!" Riki yelled from the other side of the roof.

Despite his face flushing instantly, Seonwoo leaned in and connected their lips. What could be more romantic than a kiss under the light of the stars?

 "I ship you two!" Riki clapped.

"I swear I'll kill your cousin if he says another damn word," Seonwoo whispered, pulling away.

Y/n laughed and wrapped her arms around his torso. "Who cares?"

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✧ requests

[mammonswhore]

Heyo! How would the Obey Me brothers react to MC being a teenager/younger gen Z? Like, the paper-work got mixed up somehow, and said they were like 26, when they were actually like 16? Also (you don't have to include this), what if the teen MC was actually really interested in demons and angles before coming to devildom, so they're really nervous, but also really excited? If you don't wanna do it, that's fine tho :) Have a great day/night!

I love this prompt! Have a great day too,love🖤

Brothers reaction to MC being a Gen Z teen. (Platonic)

✒Lucifer.

He can already picture himself struggling with you.

Six brothers to take care of + a TEEN? Man is about to loose it.

If you are an introverted he will like you automatically and feel relieved that you will not always get into his brothers shenanigans.

If you are an extroverted (or just a curious one tbh) he will keep an eye on you 24/7 so you won't get into Mammon schemes or Satan's nerves and get yourself in trouble.

Really amused if you like demons and angels, will curse himself for misreading but will not hate himself too much since you are not that scared.

Gets tired of you quickly if you make too many questions and will always send you to ask Mammon or if it's something that he doesn't know himself he will ask Diavolo and tell you later but he will (of course) act all high and mighty as if he already knew the answer to such question.

Will practically adopt you and spoil you a lot because hes is big brother.

Overprotective. Oh you met a lesser demon and you want to go on a date with them? Haha he won't let you.

You will be the only person who gets in trouble and leaves with just a warning.

Also you are totally his soft spot. Man can't resist your sad face and will do anything to make you happy even if he doesn't like to admit that.

Totally lost when it comes to TikTok/memes references and will ask about it a lot.

✒Mammon

He is amazing. Not only does whatever you ask him to but also has the best ways to get you out of boredom.

He will teach you how to scam people and how to be a good thief even if you don't need it or want it.

Teaches you about demons and angels without even knowing. Sometimes he drops random facts but it's not until he realizes you write down what he says that he stops doing it just to hear you ask him things so he can act all smug and smart.

If someone breaks your heart he will be ready to throw hands,no one hurts their little siblings.

Like Lucifer,he adopted you and always claims to be "the one you choose to be with you first" making sure his brothers hear him.

He will help you make your homework. Even if he doesn't understand he will try his best.

Please refer to him sometimes as "big brother" he will die.

When he saves your ass from getting killed by lesser demons he will be ready to receive the biggest hug ever and is absolutely ready to be praised.

If he saves you and you say "thanks,big brother" now you have a problem. He will brag about it for a week (at least).

Will steal things from you to keep them with him when he is going thru an episode. It reminds him that someone thinks of him as worthy and love deserving.

Will die for you,you are not only family now but his favorite person.

Will compliment you in the best brotherhood way he can "looking good today,kid", "your hair looks nice,brat" and "You are the best looking sibling after me of course" are his go to compliments. Mostly does it because you compliment him back and because he knows his comments make you feel closer to him and boy loves it.

✒Levi

If you are an introvert like him you can expect him to go out of his room more often just to see you or talk to you.

If you are not he will try to make you an indoors person but if he can't he is might be willing to take a risk and go out once a week but just to the manga store and back,don't expect more,normie.

If you like any thing he likes he will try to test you and prove he is better than you,he doesn't give a fuck you are practically a child he can't loose.

If he wins he will be very happy and more open to you to open up with some things.

If he doesn't win he will cry when he is alone and call himself an ugly unworthy idiot who can't even be considered an otaku but relax my dude,MC will go to you and reassure you you know better than them and that they will love to hear what you have to say (even if they don't mean it,they love you and will love to see you happy again).

Knows the basics about demons and angels so he is not the best to go to if you have too many questions. That's the only time he will let his envy go away and tell you to go to Satan or Lucifer since they know more than him.

He does not takes his duty as a big brother as something serious since Lucifer is always there but if you call him "big brother" he is going to take that role serious but for you and you only.

Will 100% find siblings cosplays and gets you to do it with him.

If you ever said something like "I'm lucky that my big brother is also my best friend" he might tear up a little since he has never been considered someone's best friend ever.

If any of his brothers try to get you to call him "big brother" he will go on a rampage unless it's Lucifer. Boy is envious not dumb.

If it was Lucifer he will go to him later and ask you if he can stop trying to get you to call him that way because that's they way you call him and it makes him feel special. Lucifer will probably agree because he knows Levi doesn't feel special often so he might give in; if he doesn't Levi will start an argument and won't stop until Lucifer cuts him off or agrees.

Keep calling him big brother, he adores it.

✒Satan

As grumpy as he is,he loves to have yo by his side. Not because he loves company but because he likes to be able to answer all your questions.

Ask him anything about demons or angels and he knows it,fuck he is smart.

Will get you a notebook so you can write what he says and will give you books to read as "extra homework" it's kind of a bad deal if you think of it but it's his way to show love.

The only person who calls him "big brother" often is Asmo and got used to it coming from him and him only. If he hears you calling him that way he will probably jump out of happiness when he is alone but for know he will just answer to that name name and act like nothing happened.

You don't want to do your homework? Fine you can copy mine but just this once.

If you struggle with anything he will solve it for you,no cap.

He will get you cat themed items like pencils, notebooks,necklaces or rings.

Matching is a must. Not because he likes the concept of being associated with a part of someone but because he will love to brag with his brothers obviously.

Will definitely get mad if you ask any type of demon/angel related thing to others.

Names a cat after you but it's the cats middle name so he won't get mocked. Won't tell you tho.

Very very protective but good at hiding it. He might be following you down the street but you wouldn't even know. Kinda creepy? Yes. Have you ever got eaten? Nope.

✒Asmo

Yes! Exactly what he was waiting for.

You are part of his experiments. You don't like makeup? Well now you do. What type of clothes do you have? Do you have an aesthetic? No? Well now you do.

He is always there when you need him to. Best of them all to give advise when needed.

Definitely will be annoyed by all of your questions but will try to be as gentle as possible to tell you that.

Can help you to become really good at comebacks,believe him he knows best than anyone.

He is the one making sure you are educated when comes to sex. Simple but worthy lessons such as "sex is about experimenting and finding what you really like but you always need your partners consent" or "always have a safe word,even when you have vanilla type of sex" or the best one yet "if they want to fuck with you that's fine but always remember to use protection because I will not like to see you having a child so young or having an abortion" because yeah that's what big brothers do.

If you hit him with the "you are the best,big brother" he will jump into your arms and say that he knows he is the best but that hearing that was way too magical,do it again!

He is very aware of insecurities and will try to be the shoulder you cry on if you need to,he is always there to wipe of your tears (or wipe off the ones who hurt you).

Not as protective as the others but keeps an eye on you because your curiosity might hurt you.

Will be crushed if he sees you suffering from the most minimal thing. That lipstick does not fit your skin color? Fuck that lipstick! We are getting new ones,go get Lucifers card!

Spoils you way more than any other because he wants to create a brat. He needs to have someone like you who will cling into Lucifer and beg him to let you do dumb things because you know Lucifer can't say no to you. He needs your power and is not afraid to tell you that

Constant reassurance. He always calls you by cute nicknames and as long as you call him "my beautiful big brother" every time he is amused.

✒Beel

Baby is ready to give you life lessons. Don't stab anyone,drink enough water and be patient with the ones you love.

Yes,he learned the "don't stab anyone" from talking to Belphie.

Is very lost when it comes to you being so interested in demons and angels because he is not used to be the one answering the questions but making them. Bare with him, he is trying to get a good answer.

Will ask for advice on how to answer you, probably goes to Lucifer but mostly Belphie.

Soon you two start doing things together that involve learning from humans and angels. Maybe you are walking down the street working out and when you both start chatting about demon life and suddenly everything stops.

Beel is clueless when it comes to comforting someone about an insecuritie since he was the one being comforted most of the times but will give you space if you need to or do whatever you feel comfy with.

If you call him "big brother" he will hug you like no one has ever hugged you before. Teddy bear hugs are a must now.

Will die for you and is not afraid of telling you such. "MC I will die for you" "whAt?" "As your big brother I may protect you with my life" "Please don't."

Tells you how much he wants you to be happy and constantly asks if you have any type of dreams or goals.

If you do have goals or dreams he will encourage you to go get it. Beel is there to support you no matter what.

✒Belphie.

Absolutely fucking not.

Why is everyone spoiling this stupid brat and not me? I hate them.

But hold on there,he doesn't completely hates you he just hates the attention you get.

If you go to him with a soft attitude and ask him if you can nap together he will say yes and will enjoy the moment a lot .

He has never been someone's big brother so it kinda hits him if you call him like that and will try to act confident and smug about it but it's kinda terrified.

What if he doesn't catch up on the big brother thing and fucks up? He doesn't want to disappoint you or make you feel awkward. So he copies his big brother and tries his best,believe me he does.

You need help with something? Ugh well I will help but you owe me one (you don't owe him anything really,he just doesn't wants to be seen as soft for you). Oh did someone caused you problems? No biggie,I will take care of it.

Spoiler alert: he is very overprotective with you,he doesn't want to lose you.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

alphabet boy

SYNOPSIS: You should feel extremely lucky that the handsome and intelligent Armin Arlert is your tutor...even when he's a little mean to you. Because that's your fault, isn't it? He wouldn't have to be mean if you weren't so damn stupid.

PAIRING: Armin x FEM!Reader

DEDICATED TO: armin fuckers. non armin fuckers, i hope i can convert you.

TW: dubcon touching, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, academia shaming,

WC: 1.8k

“Maybe you’re not cut out for this class.”

He said it so casually, a comment spoken between the flip of textbook pages. You couldn’t shake off the undeniable hurt.

“I-Uhm, uh, yeah I have to study a lot...but I like this class. It was a pain to get off the waitlist.” You keep your voice optimistic and light, hoping to mask the offense taken.

You don’t know why Armin would say that, but maybe he was just being logical...he’s seen you struggle, of course, he’d think the class was too hard for you.

The blond sighs, closing his novel that he brought with him while he waited for you to finish your practice problems.

“You can barely keep up with the weekly homework assignments. You didn’t even hand in your assignment last week, right? Better drop out now before the add and drop deadline.” His voice is soft and cold at the same time. It’s unnerving.

You tuck your hair behind your ears, eyes set low, too ashamed to meet your tutor’s. Armin had been your tutor for the past few weeks now, and you thought it was going pretty well. He was so so smart that you couldn’t help but be a little starstruck. He was handsome too, short-cropped blond hair, wide blue eyes, with a wardrobe that was composed of slacks and sweaters.

Usually, he was always overly polite and charming. You could make countless mistakes and his patience was endless. He had some off-days where he was a little withdrawn and quiet. You never held it against him though, knowing he had no obligation to make idle chatter. But sometimes, you could feel his chilly gaze watching you even though he had a book propped open.

“I emailed the professor, he was really chill about it. Last week was really rough for me, you know? I wasn’t feeling well and...”

“You know excuses don’t fly in the real world right? You’re in college now. Professor Ackerman was just being courteous. He probably thinks you’re lazy.” Even though you try not to look at him, you can feel Armin’s azure blues burn holes into you. There was this quiet intensity about him that made you worry about when the restraints would come off.

Armin can’t help but let condescension drip over his words. Any self-respecting person would defend themselves, but not you. Not when you’re already broken by your own insecurities that make it that much easier for him to trample on.

He can already see pearly-sheened tears leaking from the corner of your hopeless eyes. How cute. You part your pretty little mouth to say something, but no words come out. You close your mouth soon enough, looking every bit like a dumb little airhead.

So he continues: “You know your classmates learned all the first few chapters from high school right? You’re the only one starting fresh.” He moves closer, elbows inching closer to infiltrate your little personal-space bubble, knees knocking into yours under the desk.

More tears form under your lower lashes, and Armin mentally counts the crystal droplets. You’re recoiling into yourself like a shrinking violet which only encourages Armin to go just a little farther.

“You don’t even have your major picked out yet. This is a core class for your classmates, you know. You’re wasting your-no, everyone’s time.”

Not wanting to cry in front of your tutor, you rub your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, fully aware of how utterly pathetic you look right now.

In a small voice, you manage to utter, “I have a right...to be in this class. Even though I’m slow now, I think with some decent amount of studying...I’ll catch up. Even if I’m not-” you take a deep breath, “as quick as my classmates, I still really enjoy what I learn. And..and...I think at the end of the day, that’s what really matters!”

Armin scoffs, “Do you really like the class or are you staying for Ackerman? God knows how many fangirls he’s had to put up with.”

Even as he spoke those words, Armin knew it wasn’t entirely true. You admired the man zealously and had read all of his published papers. Honestly, your admiration had always annoyed him.

You wince at the insinuation but you could feel the anger simmering in your gut, “You have no right to imply that! Wh-why-” Your voice breaks, “are you being so mean?”

Armin thinks you’re so cute, the way you jut out your bottom lip. So cute and pathetic. The corners of his lips quirk upwards. It’s almost endearing how you say “mean” like it’s the worst thing a person can be.

“Am I being mean or am I being realistic?” The blond coos, “I’m your tutor, right? I know the best for you.”

He takes your silence as an invitation to goad you harder: “You’re only upset because I’m telling you what you don’t want to hear.”

You don’t notice the proximity until Armin lays his hand over yours, squeezing the soft flesh of your palms. His voice is gentle as he reassures you: “Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

He made you cry, but you don’t have it in you to pull away from the only semblance of comfort given to you. His chair scrapes the floor as he sets it right beside yours, wrapping an arm around you, encouraging you to lean your head against his shoulder.

It’s a little sad but this is probably the most physical contact you’ve gotten in a while. You’re an utter mess, and on top of all that, touch-starved.

You’re still sniffling like a crybaby, trying to sort your own emotions out. You take a few deep breaths and force yourself to face the facts:

You’re behind.

The class is too much work for you.

Armin’s right, you’re upset because he’s telling you what you don’t want to hear.

“D-do you really think I should drop the class?” Your voice is so defeated, a pinch louder than a whisper.

His long fingers play with the ends of your hair, “I know this class is really important to you and we both want you to do well...so why don’t we increase our tutoring sessions? Maybe we should meet three times a week.”

He smiles at you, and it looks so genuine. You’re immensely grateful, you are, but confusion washes over you, “Wow, Uh, that’ll be great actually but um, uni tutoring services is once a week...so-”

Armin dismisses your concerns with a gentle wave of his hands, “Don’t worry, It’ll be off the books. Think of this as private tutoring. Of course, we’ll have to start meeting in my room from now on.”

While he doesn’t elaborate on why you have to meet in his dorm, you assume Armin has a good reason and it probably involves university-sanctioned student-tutor guidelines.

You’re stammering out thank-you’s, still trying to rub the tears out of your eyes until you feel a soft handkerchief wiping them away.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He reassures, “Don’t use your sleeve. It’s too rough for your pretty face.”

You blush under his words, wide eyes locked into his oceanic blues, “I d-don’t know if I’ll be able to compensate you f-for the private tutoring.”

His eyebrows crease as he gives you a smile full of pearly teeth, “You don’t have to worry about that for now.” His hands graze over your knuckles, “We’ll figure something out.”

“Thank you Armin.” You say it so sincerely, trying to muster the biggest smile you can after the blond essentially trampled over your self-esteem to only nurse it back with sweet promises.

“Well, we better finish today’s work then.” He responds calmly, not bothering to detangle himself from you. You can feel his body heat radiating onto you, and how his hand moved to casually rest on your thigh. But that’s normal right? If you think about it, Armin was not exactly adverse to touch. During your past tutoring sessions, his hand would always be on the small of your back or shoulders.

“Hey, you’re not getting distracted again, are you?” His voice is playful like he isn’t sliding his hand up and down the span of skin between your skirt and tights. When you don't respond, he pinches your inner thigh, eliciting a startled gasp from you.

"Focus." It's a demand so it must be followed.

Embarrassed, you nod your head and return your focus to the problem sets even though your hands are shaky as you grip the ballpoint pen.

You don’t notice how the blond’s eyes gleam under the fluorescent lighting at your easy compliance. He’s always liked obedient girls.

Your thighs are growing warmer, and it doesn’t help to have Armin peering over you. Still, you try your best to lull yourself to focus until a ringtone breaks your concentration.

Armin breaks away from you to find his phone and you find your body subconsciously missing the warmth. He lightly curses under his breath once he sees the contact name, but answers nonetheless.

“Yeah...sorry babe. I forgot. I’ll be right over.” He sounds apologetic but he looks downright bored.

And like that, the call is over. He looks over at you with an apology falling from his lips, “Sorry about that. I forgot I had something to do today. We’ll end early.”

Your throat is dry as you ask, “Was that your girlfriend?” You regretted your words the moment they escaped. That was none of your business. It doesn’t matter if he was holding you earlier. He was doing so because you were bawling like a baby. But why did he touch your thighs?

That doesn’t have to mean anything, you rationalize. Besides, Armin would never make a move on you. He was a handsome senior with a perfect GPA and a powerful position in the student government. Stupid freshman girls like you are not worth the time he so generously gives out.

The blond smirks, seeming to notice your internal struggle, “Something like that. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure she won’t distract me from our future sessions.”

That was a puzzling comment. His girlfriend supposedly distracting from your study time wasn’t even a concern you held.

“No, no, that’s ok.” You quickly assure, “You’ve already helped me out so much.”

The blond pats the top of your head like you were a puppy, “I’d do anything for my cute little student.”

The way your face heats up with a dark blush should be criminal. All he did was pat your head, and you’re looking at him starry-eyed like he didn’t grope your thighs under the table. Honestly, all your cute little blubbering had gone straight to his cock. Annie would have to handle his big problem.

These private sessions are going to be fun.

part I ---- complete

[taechaos]

Blackmail

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Jimin offers you information on Jungkook, but your friendship is misconstrued by Jungkook who ends it singlehandedly with one video of you professing your love to him between moans.

warnings: dubcon, fingering, degredation, mild squirting, manipulation

word count: 2.8k

a/n: jealous kook doesn't realize he's jealous. this part is a bit extreme, so beware ><

One doesn't come across someone like Jungkook every day. It's fate that you met him in your first year of college, extending to your second where he grows closer to you; fair, it's clear that he only intends to use you for his academic success, but you've deluded yourself into thinking you're in love with each other. Growing up, you only had your dysfunctional family to teach you about how to love, how to think. As long as Jungkook needs you, he will love you, and you’re willing to do anything to be with him, only him. You need him to live.

Birds sing in the background as you lay on your stomach on the grass of the yard across the campus. It’s sunny and breezy, the perfect spring day as you work on Jungkook’s research paper due next month. You compiled multiple credible sources in a separate file to create an outline for his essay the moment he forwarded the assignment to you. You want him to praise you, pet your hair, kiss your cheek for starting so early so he can turn it in before anyone else. He would be proud, flashing you his pearly whites and adoring eyes. The reward motivates you to work harder and you’re relentlessly skimming through articles while counting down the minutes of Jungkook's lecture. He'll be outside with his friends in 7 minutes.

With a bad childhood, you don’t care to befriend many people. You only have a few friends to keep you company and you’re socially awkward outside of that group. You’re content, so you steer clear of boys who try to sabotage your relationship with Jungkook. Jimin, however, doesn’t get the memo.

Typing away on your laptop, a shadow looms over you to give you a break from the sunlight. You glance up and stop swinging your legs absentmindedly when you recognize the shadow; it’s a boy with frames and a tight collar adorning his neck.

Park Jimin is a typical nerd whereas you’re more of a closeted nerd. When you’re in love, you usually put more effort into your appearance to impress the one on your mind, but that doesn’t work with Jungkook. It’s always other men giving you their attention through second glances, and that includes Jimin.

“What do you want?” you rudely greet. Jimin is ruthless with his attempts at pursuing you; he’s the perfect gentleman, and often volunteers to do group tasks with you. He is never mean to anyone, and has a squeaky clean reputation, but his only flaw is that he can’t take a hint. You don't bother being friendly to him because you don't want friends.

"I want to know why you look so happy," he bends over to curiously glance at your screen, "while doing homework?"

You slam the monitor closed to stop his ogling. "You wouldn't get it. And stop watching me," you sternly say.

"What's your secret?" he grins and sits down on the grass next to you with crossed legs. His upper body serves as a shade and you stop squinting.

"There is no secret, I was just in a good mood until you came along." You're not upset, but you don't want to lead Jimin on and he won't leave unless you blow him off.

"Thinking of Jungkook?" he teases with a mischievous smile.

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, you're just too obvious," he chuckles, but the sound is strained. You don't notice his melancholy as he continues, "You were doing his homework again?"

You shift on your propped elbows a little uncomfortably. Jimin doesn't need to know what you do in your free time. "Yes," you answer anyway.

"You know he has daddy issues?"

Your eyes round as your discomfort dissipates instantly; he's piqued your interest. "Really?"

"Yeah, he has a tough exterior but he's actually a real softie."

An involuntary smile carves on your face before it falters as you ask, "How do you know this?"

"We went to high school together. I can tell you some stories if you want," he boasts when he realizes he has your attention. The context makes his heart sink, but when he imagines your lovesick grin is directed at him, it fills him with joy.

"Tell me, tell me! Please."

"Weeell," he draws with a lopsided grin, "don't tell him I told you this, but he used to hate girls. I don't know if he still does, but back then he couldn't even stand talking to a girl."

"Why?" your eyes are wide with interest as you whisper.

He shrugs, "No idea, but he hit a girl once when she wouldn't stop clinging onto him. Not like drop-kick her," he laughs, "he just shoved her on the ground. Be careful with him, okay? He can be very aggres-"

"You guys forming a nerd club now?"

You gasp when you hear Jungkook's voice. When you look up at him, he's almost glaring as his eyes flicker from you to Jimin. You're gleeful at his approach, because he never comes to you unless it's about a new assignment. It flutters your heart to see him without any papers in his hand.

You don't take his subtle insult to heart as you immediately respond, "No, we were just talking. H-Hi."

"Pull down your skirt, you look like a whore. I can see your panties all the way from the gates," he seethes in distaste. You instantly sit up with a blush and tug your skirt down to your knees. He looks back at Jimin who's glaring at him under his lashes, "The fuck's your deal?"

"Nothing," Jimin grits. Although he hates Jungkook's guts, he's too smart to fight a lost cause. He has his own set of muscles, but it isn't enough. It's best to accept defeat now.

"Did you start on the paper?" Jungkook asks you.

"Yes, I-"

"Good," he cuts you off and crouches to peck your lips by pulling the back of your neck. You're stunned when he pulls away and nonchalantly walks off to his friends.

Jimin follows him with his eyes and mutters under his breath, "douche."

Your heart is racing and you clamp a hand over your chest as a lovestruck smile spreads across your face. You know this is your end of the bargain, but it never fails to shrivel you up in delight.

"Are you two dating?" he mumbles as he pulls on the grass with a pout.

"Something like that," you exhale as you caress your lips.

It’s become routine to link up with Jimin where he reminisces his high school memories and you don’t doubt a single word he says unless it sheds a bad light on Jungkook. You’ve learned so much about him in the past few days, and you’re eager to know more. He likes energy drinks to this day, he was athletic in school and often got into fights. He began interacting with girls when he entered college, as Jimin says, “only for a quick fuck.”

Though it hurts Jimin that you only talk to him for information on Jungkook, he can’t bring himself to care when you hang onto every word he says with a glint in your eyes like you’re doing now.

You're sitting in the bustling cafeteria across from Jimin, sipping on a homemade strawberry lemonade from your thermos, and you don't notice Jungkook glancing at your table every now and then. It is the first time he doesn't feel your heavy gaze on him. Jimin does notice however, because he is facing him every time he receives a threatening ferile look.

"He could become a lawyer with how much he blackmailed the teachers to give him a good grade," Jimin tells you as he glances back and forth between you and Jungkook. "He's quite dangerous, you know. He's manipulative, a liar and has no empathy-"

"He's clever," you counter defensively, "he knows how to get around the system."

He makes a disgruntled noise from the back of his throat with a grimace. "I don't think the judge would listen to that."

You laugh at his comparison of the conversation to a court hearing. Jimin can be funny sometimes, and you have to admit that he's not that bad of a friend either. You've come to enjoy his company without the topic of Jungkook the past few days, but talking about him is always appreciated.

"Are you the judge then?" you cheekily ask.

"I might as well be, since I'm not biased like a certain someone," he teases with a grin.

"A lawyer has to see the bright side of things, but if I was the prosecutor, I wouldn't tell you that your lecture is in five minutes."

His smile falters as his eyes widen; you remember his schedule? He ran late for a lecture yesterday, but he’s in disbelief that you reminded him today. "Th-Thanks," he breathes as he packs up his belongings before giving you a curt, shy nod. His heart pounds when he walks away, and he resists the urge to look back at you.

It's a good idea, because that's when Jungkook settles down on his former seat.

"I'm thinking you might be forgetting who you belong to," he starts as he gets comfortable on the stiff chair. You instantly smile at his appearance.

"No, I'm very well aware of it." Your tone is high-pitched in excitement.

"It wasn't a question."

"Oh..."

“You talk more than you work,” he observes with a quirk of his brow. “One would think another nerd would be a better influence on you.”

“I work at night,” you defend worriedly, “I promise I’m not slacking off. Can I get a kiss please?”

You’re so adorable when you’re needy. He hides a smirk with a bite of his lip; he thrives from your loyalty to him, but he knows Jimin is a threat to it. He wants you to stop talking to that freak, and he justifies it as a concern for his grades. “I’ll kiss you when you’re not procrastinating. Do you think you deserve even a pat on the head?”

“I do! I’m halfway done with the research paper, please Jungkook,” you beg pathetically, “I-I’ll show it to you, I have it with me right now.” You start unzipping the case of your laptop until he holds up a hand for you to stop.

“You’re going to read it to me, but not here.”

When he stands up, so do you in a haste. He leaves the cafeteria with you hot on his tail, almost jogging when his strides are much bigger compared to yours. You resemble a clueless lamb following a lion, desperate to hold his claws with your hooves. You don’t know where he’s leading you as you walk down the halls until you stop in front of a door. You’re about to freak out when he swings open the door, but you realize the lecture room is empty.

“You want me to read here?” you inquire meekly. It’s a little intimidating to do it in complete silence, because you have a tendency to stutter when reading out loud and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jungkook where no one can talk over you. 

“Yup.” He snatches your laptop case from your hand with the handle, and roughly opens it before placing the device on the front row wooden desk. It’s a large hall, and the desks stretch out to the half of the room. You’re feeling stage fright for no particular reason; it feels like reverse claustrophobia. “Open the document and give me your phone.”

You don’t question him and hand in your phone before going through your files on the laptop. Jungkook is looking through your contacts and grins when he finds himself saved as: the love of my life ♡. Jimin is saved by his name, and he finds his WhatsApp through his information below. Once he opens your empty chat with him, he switches to your camera and pushes your back so you’re bent over the desk. You sharply inhale and ask, “Kook?” 

“Don’t get distracted now,” he lightly scolds and starts pulling down your pants. You stopped wearing skirts after the incident a week ago to appease him. You stammer with your back arched, and your ass is on full display for him. It’s humiliating. “Start reading.”

“H-Humans are- Jungkook?” you warily look back at Jungkook when he slides the slit of your panties to the side.

“Are you slacking off?” he condescends. 

You bite your lip anxiously and continue reading, “Humans are social animals that n-need social interaction,” Jungkook spits in his hand, “the extent of our social relationships is the most important predictor of h-happiness.” You squeal when you feel wet fingers graze your folds, but you know better than to stop and ask what he’s doing.

“Continue,” he coaxes softly as he brushes his fingertips over your pussy lips. 

“Um, o-one of the main reasons our brains have developed the way they have is so that we can be social,” you speak between shaky breaths. Your cheeks are tinted crimson with embarrassment from his touches; why is he pleasuring you when he specifically told you, you didn’t deserve any? “Being happy a-all of the time is neither possible nor desirable.”

“Is it now?” He slips a finger in your cunt and you involuntarily let out a cry as you push your body forward. You don’t notice him holding up your phone behind you while slowly sliding his finger in and out of you. His saliva is mixing with your arousal as you answer in a gasp, “Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

“B-Because negative feelings are natural. When it comes to negative feelings, the most important thing to remember is to learn,” you pause to exhale with quivering lips, “to control certain potentially harmful thoughts.” You whine his name when another finger is added to your heat. You’re moving your hips back and forth until he slaps your wet folds as a warning. “Sorry,” you peep and continue in a breath, “Happiness all of the time entails epistemic irrationality.”

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open when you just want to indulge in his thrusts, but you’re encouraged to stop reading when he doesn’t comment on your moans. His pace is quickening and you chase his fingers with your hips, cum dripping down his wrist as you mewl.  

“You enjoying yourself, whore?”

You nod and whimper, “So much.” You’re clutching the edge of the desk as he fingers you with fervor.

“And you're my girl?” 

“Yes, all yours, I love you so much,” you pant, not stopping for a moment to question his words. He has a full view of your sopping wet cunt on the camera, and he lightly blows on you, making you shiver. He’s recording you confess your love for him while getting fingered.

“Only me?” he presses.

“Only you, Jungkook, I love you more than anything,” you slur as you start to feel a knot in your stomach.

“Then pee.”

“Wh-What?”

“Touch your clit and pee.” He removes his fingers from your clenching hole and takes a step back. “Prove your love to me.”

You mourn the loss of his hand while staring wide-eyed at the floor. You’re contemplating his demand as your hand slowly reaches down to your clit. Is he asking you to squirt? Your breathing is shallow as you near your climax, and you still don’t know if you’ll go through with his requirement.

It drips out in tiny drops as you come undone, moaning as clear liquid spills out of you for only a few seconds. 

“Good girl, my good little girl,” Jungkook whispers as he intently watches you humiliate yourself in the name of love. You’re twitching and trembling in shame when he stops recording you and sends it to Jimin without a second’s waste. “Are you okay, baby?”

You hum with a pout as you collect yourself by standing up straight, a sway in your posture. 

“Give me your panties, you’ve made a mess on the floor,” he chastises as he holds out a hand. You slip and step out of them before giving it to him. In return, he passes your phone before feigning a gasp, “Shit, I think I sent Jimin a video of you when I was trying to forward it to my phone.”

Your mouth falls open as heat consumes your entire being. “H-Huh?” Tears brim in your eyes almost instantly; your heart is pounding from anxiety.

“How will you ever look at him now,” he empathizes with a fake frown. “He must think of you as such a slut now.”

“Let me delete it,” you panic as you open your phone. “Wh-Where is it?”

He motions you to give him the phone and opens WhatsApp after. “He’s already seen it.” There are two blue ticks under the message.

“No, no, no,” you pull your hair in agony with a whimper. You quickly put your pants back on and cry as you do so.

“I guess that’s the end of your friendship,” he raises his eyebrows to himself without a hint of sympathy.

“What do I do?!” you wail and fling your hands in stress.

“Avoid him. I’ll make sure he won’t leak it.”

He steps forward to lean in your face intimidatingly. “And don’t talk to him ever again.”

You don’t exactly have a choice now, do you?