#like obviously i don’t LIKE doing homework or having to do exams

[ribbonsinurhair]

back at school and realising i forgot how much i love learning!!!!

[mothhball]

Beneath me

Pairing || professor!Jonathan Crane x student!Reader

Warnings || 18+ SMUT, NON-CON, DUB-CON, forced breeding, fingering, p in v sex, housewife kink(?), humiliation, dumbification, misogyny, unprotected sex, age gap (professor and student, everyone’s an adult), brief dacryphilia, condescending use of petnames, jon is a prick in this but gets better towards the end (if you squint hard enough)

Summary || The professor suspects you cheated on your exam, but you’re determined to prove him wrong.

Words || 3.7k

Notes || First ever fic and it’s smut because I love suffering. English isn’t my first language, so I hope everything makes sense. Please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with anything mentioned in the warnings

Afternoon lectures. The bane of many students’ existence, yours included. You’d been on campus since 9 am, trying to catch up on homework and study material for the most dreaded class of the day. Abnormal Psychology, presented by none other than Professor Jonathan Crane. Crane with his smart suits and piercing eyes. Crane with his condescending remarks and off-handed insults. Crane with his ridiculously handsome face and –

“Are you even listening to me?” The man in question is now standing in front of you, staring you down with narrowed eyes as his lips pull down into a frown. Yes, right. It’s 5 pm now, almost the end of the lecture and time to get your exam results back. You shake yourself out of your stupor, glancing down at the paper he left on your desk. But instead of a grade, you only see a bold red question mark which takes up almost a fourth of the entire first page. Crane clears his throat impatiently, and his mood sours more and more the longer he has to stand next to your seat.

“I said, you will meet me in my office after class. Is that understood? And I’d suggest you get your head in order until then,�� he hisses, icy blue eyes filled with disdain. Your heart sinks, and you can feel the blood leaving your face as you manage to nod rather stiffly.

“Of course… Professor Crane, “ you murmur in reply, and upon hearing that, the professor quickly resumes his round around the lecture hall, handing back grades to your fellow students. As the first people pack up their things and begin to file out of the room, you slowly pack up as well. Your hands are cold from anxiety as you zip up your bag and get up from your seat. Meeting Professor Crane in his office was the last thing you wanted to do right now. The plan was to go home, grab takeout on the way and curl up in bed with a movie starring this forty-something year old actor you have the hots for. But God forbit anyone in Gotham wants to have a nice time.

Soon enough, you find yourself in Crane’s office, taking the seat in front of his desk and folding your hands in your lap to keep from fidgeting. The professor runs a hand through his hair, looking you over with a skeptical glare before he straightens his posture and gets to the point.

“I’m disappointed, shocked and quite frankly, I feel personally insulted.”

Your brows furrow, but before you can speak, he pulls out two stacks of paper, smacking them down on the desk. You quickly recognize one stack as a copy of your exam, but as you look over at the other, it feels like someone froze time for a moment. It’s someone else’s exam, but they wrote down the same answers. Not word for word, but in a way and structure that’s quite obviously plagiarized. Squinting at the name, you remember the guy sitting next to you, and anger bubbles up inside of your chest.

“He cheated off of me,” you mutter, trying to stay calm.

“Brennan said the same thing. Funny how that works, huh? And in case it went over your head, I don’t find it funny at all. But I will have to fail one of you. The question is, which one will it be?”

He takes his glasses off, gingerly setting the spectacles aside before he pinches the bridge of his nose. A little dramatic, but very much expected from him.

“Look, I’m not saying you were the one cheating off of Brennan,” He starts, sounding exhausted and absent at the same time. Like this is all beneath him. Like your future in his class has as much importance as the piece of lint he’s picking off of his sweater vest. “But there’s no real proof that he cheated off of you either. It’s a case of ‘he said, she said’. And it’s not like Brennan had much reason to cheat. He has had consistently good grades, whereas you-“

“I’ll prove it, “ you interrupt him without thinking, clenching your hands so tightly that your nails dig into the skin of your palms. Crane looks visibly taken aback, perplexed that you have the gall to intercept before he could expose your rather mediocre academic history in his class. You know you’re average. A face in the crowd; one of many names on an attendance sheet he barely pays attention to.

“I’ll prove it to you,” you repeat, swallowing dryly. Your mouth suddenly feels like you ate sand, and you really want to clear your throat, but you’ve done so thrice within the past five minutes, and you can tell it’s starting to piss him off. “Give me a chance, please. Please, Professor Crane. I know the material, I swear.”

Crane’s eyes briefly dart down to your lips, and his eyebrows furrow in thought before he nods slowly, thoughtfully. He’s making a show of it. Portraying himself as the generous teacher while you’re desperate for even the smallest chance of passing this goddamn class.

“Alright,” He sighs, and the weight seems to lift off of your shoulders. A smile begins to spread on your face, and –

 “Get out a pen. And paper. You’re going to write an essay.”

Eyebrows raised in confusion, you tilt your head a little. You almost feel stupid to ask.

“What, right now?”

“Of course, right now. At home, you’d get the chance to cheat again, wouldn’t you?”

Again. He’s still convinced you were the one to cheat on your exam. His tone is bitingly condescending and he doesn’t bother to elaborate further as he gets up from his chair to head over to the almost overflowing bookshelf next to his desk. You’re still sitting there, hands in your lap until he lets out an exasperated sigh, signaling for you to get a move on. Not wanting to incur even more of his wrath, you dig through your bag to get out a pen and some loose sheets of paper.

In the meantime, Crane has chosen a book from his shelf, and he’s wordlessly flipping through the pages until he lands on a fitting topic for an essay. He snaps the book shut and returns to his desk, fixing his tie as he nods to himself.

“Alright. I want 5 pages on fear conditioning. If you truly studied for the exam, this should be a piece of cake. If you didn’t, this will be an embarrassing little lecture you’re in dire need of learning.”

Your eyes widen, and you stammer for a moment, unable to find the words while staying respectful.

“That many? But it’s already –“

“Five-thirty pm? I hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight. And you should be grateful that I don’t have plans either. I’m staying late for your sake. Because you convinced me to give you a chance. I don’t have to do this, you know? I could just fail you and go home. So, I think a little gratitude would be more than appropriate.” There’s an odd expression in his eyes. Halfway between hunger and conflict. He’s usually so composed. You must really be testing his patience.

“Thank you, Prof –“ “Thank me by getting to it already.”

You nod meekly, grabbing the pen and beginning to jot down the date and your name in the corner of the first page. While you’re focused on the introduction part of your essay, you miss the way that Crane folds his hands on the desk, gripping so hard his knuckles turn white. His icy gaze is focused on every twitch of your muscles, every swoop of your handwriting, every time you softly bite your lips in thought. If only you’d look up. You’d see the way his jaw is set and his pupils expand. You’d realize the situation you’re in. A bunny with its neck in the jaws of the wolf.

You’re about two thirds done with the first page when he wheels his chair around the desk, closer to yours. Once his arm brushes against you, you pause to lift your gaze, looking at him with equal parts confusion and curiosity.

“Uhm… professor? What are you doing?”

“Checking on your progress,” Is his curt reply, but he leans in even closer, staring down at your half-baked essay. “Eyes on the paper.”

You comply, getting back to writing after a short second of sorting your thoughts. It’s more difficult to write with him basically breathing down your neck, and your heart skips a beat when he scoots even closer. Despite this, you keep on writing. Until his hand lands on your thigh.

You tense, looking up at him. Your lips part, and you’re about to say something before he speaks first.

“Eyes. On. The. Paper. We’re going to simulate a stressful, distracting environment. Not unlike a lecture hall during an exam. If you can keep your cool, I’ll know you didn’t cheat.”

You bite your lip, hesitating.

“Or I could fail you right now, and you’ll prove me and my suspicions right.”

Back to writing it is. Your hand is a little shakier during the next few sentences while the warmth of his fingers seeps through the fabric of your skirt into your skin. But you get back into the motions, almost able to ignore him until his hand flexes and begins to wander. A shiver runs down your spine as his touch slips underneath your skirt, feeling the soft flesh on the inside of your thigh.

“That’s it. Keep writing. Try to show me how smart you are.”

Crane’s voice is a snide whisper right next to your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine, but you keep your focus on the essay. Well, at least some of it. Once his fingers brush over the crotch of your panties, your breath hitches as heat builds in your core. But you can’t even get a word in.

“Run your mouth and your final grade drops to an F. You’re on my time now, understood? Not a fucking word to anyone or else a failed class will be the least of your worries.”

You’ve never heard him curse before. The man sitting beside you, the man with his hand under your skirt isn’t the professor you’ve known throughout the semester. No, at this point, the mask is slipping and the difference is startling. Crane pushes your skirt up with one hand and your legs apart with the other, letting out a low, appreciative hum at the sight of your wet panties.

“Fuck. You’re soaking through the lace, aren’t you? I didn’t even touch you yet… Are you always this easy? Almost adorable… Keep writing for me.”

His words make your ears burn with embarrassment, and you bite down on the inside of your cheek as you get back to your essay. It’s getting harder to think. Especially once his fingers slip underneath your panties, running between your glistening folds. Crane quickly finds your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves for a deliciously brief moment before he moves his hand further down to your entrance.

“Now you’re being grateful, hm? Is this what you were thinking about while everyone else was making an effort during my lectures? While everyone else was busy doing their work… you were getting worked up in your seat thinking about me. Thinking about me playing with your little cunt.”

The corners of his lips pull up into a self-satisfied grin as he plunges a finger inside of you, and you can’t help but let out a soft sigh of pleasure. You’re so wet that he’s not meeting any resistance from your sweet pussy, so he quickly adds a second one. The slick noises are obscene, and you duck your head in an attempt to hide your flushed face and focus on the essay, but it’s futile. You’re writing complete and utter nonsense at this point, and he knows it. Crane scoots his chair even closer, pressing up against your side as he works his fingers inside of you, caressing that spongy spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. As he looks over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of your writing, he scoffs out a laugh.

“Goodness, sweetie. That’s what your pretty little head managed to come up with so far? All this talk about wanting to prove yourself, and you deliver this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more pathetic attempt at an essay in all my years of teaching.”

Tears well up in your eyes at the harshness of his words, and the sight of it makes Crane’s cock harden in his slacks. He licks his lips, curling his fingers inside of you with a little more urgency as he leans in to whisper into the crook of your neck.

“Let out those noises. I guarantee they’re worth more than every brainless contribution you’ve ever made in my class.”

It’s an order, not a request, and you find yourself unable to keep quiet anymore as his thumb comes up to rub your clit again. Your wetness is starting to drip down onto the seat below you while you let out a breathy moan, and you begin to doubt yourself. Maybe you really are as empty-headed as he says. To your dismay, this thought only causes the tension in your core to build up even faster.

“There we go. Close to cumming from being fingered by your professor. You’re so needy, so eager for the slightest bit of attention. A toy that needs to be played with 24/7. Aren’t you ashamed?”

You let out another moan of pleasure and humiliation, clenching around his digits as he stretches you open. When did you forget how to speak?

“Trying to play in the big leagues while you’re just a dumb little fuckpet for my enjoyment,” he hisses, before he sinks his teeth into your earlobe, causing you to squeak. It hurts. But that’s the point. You’re so close to the edge, toes curling inside of your shoes. And then suddenly, he withdraws his hand. You catch a glimpse of his glistening fingers, and you turn your head just in time to watch him lick your juices off of them. He lets out a groan, satisfied by your taste.

“Get up. Hands on the desk.”

You scramble to get up, standing on wobbly legs as you bend over Crane’s desk. The professor wastes no time, grabbing onto your sopping wet panties and ripping them off of you. The fabric shreds beneath his hands, leaving your skin stinging where it cut slightly into the soft flesh of your thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, exposing your rear to him, and he moans out another sound of appreciation. His hands come up to grab onto the meat of your ass, spreading them apart to allow him a perfect view of your dripping cunt.

“Lord knows you’re not made for higher education.”

Crane leans in, licking a stripe up between your folds, and you bite down on a knuckle to keep in the pathetic moan that hangs on your lips. Your body is desperately begging you to just let him take what he wants from you, but your mind clings onto the last shred of dignity you have. When the sound of his belt being undone tears you from your thoughts, you turn your head, looking at him from over your shoulder.

“Wait –“ You start, suddenly struck by the reality of it all.

Crane chuckles at the expression of wide-eyed apprehension on your face.

“You’re not braindead already, are you? What did you think was going to be the logical conclusion of this? Of course, I’m going to bury my dick in you. Fuck, if you were this tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock….”

“No, I –“

“Shh, no need to worry. Judging by your essay, you don’t have the mental capacity anyway.”

Crane roughly grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down until your cheek meets the wooden surface of his desk while he hurriedly unzips his slacks. He’s painfully hard at this point, straining against the fabric of his boxers, and he lets out a relieved hiss once he’s finally freed himself. He leans over you, pressing his weight into your back and aligning himself with your tight hole before he pushes his hips forward. You’re immobilized under him, squished against the desk as he fills you with his length. Crane’s lips find your pulse, licking and nibbling at your neck as he bottoms out inside of you, shuddering from the sensation of your plush walls around his cock.

“Good girl… you’re so wet. All for me, huh? Yes… just for me.” He moans through his teeth, leaning back a little to watch as your pussy stretches around him when he begins to slowly thrust into you. You let out a soft whine in response, not quite adjusted to him yet. But if you know anything about him at this point, it’s that he doesn’t care.

“I know, sweetheart, it’s a lot. Just relax – shh, shh, that’s it. You feel so good, squeezing me like a proper toy. All obedient and sweet… you really were built for this.“

He lifts his hand, landing a smack on your ass before he pulls out all the way and pushes back in, letting out a condescending laugh at the way you shiver. You can feel how deep he reaches, hitting every spot while he stretches you out with calculated thrusts. His pace begins to speed up, and his other hand wraps around your throat to keep you close as he pounds into you. Coherent thought becomes difficult for you, and even if you did want to say something, it’s suddenly made impossible when Crane pushes two fingers into your mouth, almost making you gag.

“Needy little thing. Bent over and babbling like a whore. But you -fuuuck - you take me so well, don’t you? All tight and sopping wet for my cock to stretch you out...”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, yanking you back by your hair to make you lift your torso up from the desk. The carefully crafted persona of a calm, reasonable Professor Dr. Jonathan Crane has completely slipped from his face now and shattered by his feet like Fine China. His hands move quickly, urgently as his rhythm begins to stutter. The fingers that are now soaked with your saliva make their way back between your legs to circle your clit while his other hand leaves your hair to tear open your blouse, sending the buttons flying everywhere.

His teeth find your neck again as he grabs at your chest, kneading your soft breasts as he marks you up. Hickeys, bruises, bite marks. He leaves them behind to claim. To own. Your climax hits you like a truck, knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks you through your orgasm, not faltering for a second. Stars fill your vision for a moment, and you’re only vaguely aware of the kisses that he’s pressing to your cheek. Your walls are clenching him tightly, causing him to curse under his breath.

Crane swallows heavily, rasping into your ear between shallow breaths.

“Tell you what… No more thinking about essays. In fact, I don’t want you to think ever again. No more exams… no more studies. As if you’d ever be someone of importance in this field to begin with. No, no… I won’t let you waste your time on a silly little Bachelor’s anymore... Fuckpets like you only need to be bred. I’m gonna be generous and fuck a child into you.”

Your eyes snap wide open, and even with your cock-drunken brain, you realize just how serious he is about this. In an attempt to get away, you begin to struggle in his grasp, but he replies by kicking your legs further apart, forcing you down against the desk again. The wooden edge digs against your thighs, keeping your hips in place for him as he plows you into the piece of furniture. Your cheek is pressed up against your unfinished essay, reminding you of your failure on all accounts as you drool onto the paper.

Your hands are clawing at the desk, trying to find purchase when his own hands find yours, linking your fingers together in a frighteningly intimate gesture. Crane continues to moan your name, pressing his face into the crook of your neck before he pushes his cock as deep as he can into your poor cunt, filling you with his hot cum. He lazily rocks his hips back and forth a few more times, trying to push in his load as far as he can before he finally stills, panting against your skin. He stays on your back for another few moments, breathing in your scent and idly squeezing your hands with his.

Once his breathing has evened out once more, he straightens up, kissing the top of your head before he pulls out. Crane watches as his seed drips out of you, a glint of amusement and possessiveness in his eyes as he pushes it back into you with two fingers. You feel completely boneless, crumpled on the desk as you try to make sense of what happened and what will happen. The silence doesn’t last long before Crane speaks up again.

“In the morning, you’ll make me breakfast, and in the evening, you’ll cream on my cock. Like a proper little housewife. And I’ll get to see your tits swell and your belly expand as our kid grows inside of you,” He muses, running his hands over your shoulders and down your back, a gesture that’s more meant to ground himself than it is meant to soothe you.

His voice is soft, yet eerily determined. A man that’s planning the future out loud. Unbeknownst to you, he’s reaching into his suit pocket behind you, pulling out a small syringe filled with a clear liquid.

“And if you get bored again and your mind starts to wander, I’ll knock you up again and again until you know your place. Face down, ass up. Beneath me.”

[mercuriians]

I feel like a fic about Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto finding their s/o reading fanfic about them would be hilarious

(You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to <3)

Have a lovely day and thank you if you end up doing this request <33333

a fantasy world

content info — gender neutral! reader, fluffy hq!! drabbles with some crack & hurt/comfort (sounds weird but bear w it, all separate). a teeny tiny bit suggestive in atsumu's part cuz he's a little shit.

word count — 1.9k words.

author’s note — holy HELL this is so late 😭 anon i hope ur still here, i made this pretty long so that's my way of apologizing. im also praying that atsumu is in character because this is only the second time ive written him. anyway, tysm for requesting!! hope u all like this <3

MIYA ATSUMU

your eyes are obstinately glued to your phone, wholly transfixed by the words that were typed across the screen. not a single soul knew about your little hobby and quite frankly, it was likely better that they remained oblivious. you wouldn’t know how to react if anyone found out, but really, there was one particular person who absolutely had to stay unaware.

as it turns out, they were also the very subject of the story you’re currently reading—of course, none other than your sweet, beloved boyfriend, atsumu. not that the term ‘sweet’ was an especially fitting term for him. ooh, that was a sick burn.

now, obviously you loved the boy. atsumu was bold, intelligent, thoughtful, hardworking, and affectionate to the point where osamu and the rest of his team often complained about how shameless he was in front of them. his spirit burned bright with fiery ambition, glimmering red and orange and yellow, and he introduced a kind of light into your life that you had never quite experienced before. at first you were a little wary at first, a little blinded by how much he shone, but because you were just as stubborn as he was, you soon grew used to it.

if anything, you came to learn that atsumu was undoubtedly one of the most inspirational people out there. motivating his peers was like second-nature to him, and even if he didn’t consciously put in the effort to inspire them, he still ended up doing so anyway. his love for volleyball was blatant in its authenticity, in its obsession. so when coupled with his charisma, and, yes, his boyishly good looks, atsumu developed a serious kind of gravitational pull. it was no wonder so many people were drawn in—yourself included.

but, inevitably, something had to be sacrificed. your boyfriend’s devotion to the game often meant that you two didn’t get to spend much time together. if atsumu wasn’t practicing at the gym, then he was either thinking about doing it, on his way to doing it, or—this happens only under the direst of circumstances—recovering from doing it. he was, in every sense of the word, a workaholic.

you were fine with it for the most part, mostly because you had a busy schedule to deal with yourself. if you weren’t doing homework or studying for an upcoming exam for the sake of staying on top of your classes, then you were either fulfilling your duties as a student council member, playing your respective sport, or taking care of things at home.

regardless, there were still times when you wished atsumu was with you. it didn’t matter if he was spewing volleyball jargon, or forcing you to pepper with him, or anything like that. you just wanted to spend time with him, to actually see him and his stupid face and his stupid smile that you want to kiss so badly.

maybe that’s why you’re so zeroed in on the fanfiction you’re reading—to try and make up for what you’ve been deprived of for days on end. a very palpable twinge of sadness tugs at your heart. you push the unwanted sentiment to the depths of your mind, trying to focus on reading the story again.

god, what sentence were you even on? and why was the door suddenly opening—

“hey baby, did ya miss me?”

your soul leaves your body.

before you even have time to think, a shrill scream rips from your throat as you scramble to hide your phone underneath the covers. atsumu's jaw drops, completely and utterly befuddled by your behavior. after a moment he raises his hands in mock surrender. "jeez, darlin', it's just me. your boyfriend, remember?" atsumu says, brow raised. there's a mixture of emotions written across his face—slight concern, palpable amusement, even some suspicion. "what are ya hidin' there on your phone, anyway?"

finally, you seem to find your voice. "n-nothing important," you mumble, clearly and very intentionally avoiding the intensity of atsumu's hawk-like gaze. "i didn't even know you'd be visiting today.. thought you would be busy with practice again."

maybe it's because your boyfriend knows you so well by now, but he catches the hint of bitterness in your tone. his face softens, and he takes one, two, three steps toward you until he's taking up the space on your left. "coach called in sick, so mister perfect decided to just cancel practice for today," atsumu shrugs. you're still somewhat upset, but you can't help but smile at the setter's nickname for his captain—kita shinsuke, the closest embodiment of perfection that anyone's ever seen.

"i'm pretty sure i texted ya that i would be dropping by," your boyfriend adds, glancing over at you. cautiously, you pull out your phone again and open up the messages app. lo and behold, he did in fact text you, but you were too busy with your fanfiction to notice.

your face burns with the weight of your embarrassment.

a small chuckle escapes from atsumu's mouth. "wow, i haven't even done anything and you're already blushin' for me," he teases. you hit his chest halfheartedly, muttering about how mean he's being. you fail to notice the calculating glint in his eyes. you also fail to notice his hand wandering.

a second later, atsumu grins smugly, your phone held securely in his grip.

"what the hell, 'sumu?!" you screech, trying to retrieve the object in vain. "how did you even—"

"i'm good with my hands," he winks, and you don't even have time to scold him for the clear innuendo because he's typing in the password to your phone. all you can do is accept your fate as atsumu discovers the story you were reading.

as expected, he laughs. loudly. it's almost like the laugh he lets out whenever he wins a bet against osamu. you turn away, shame and humiliation gnawing at your chest. there's nothing more you want than to be swallowed by the floor beneath you.

however, when atsumu's laughter dies down a few moments later, you feel him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "baby," he begins, voice still a little breathless from all his cackling, "why are ya reading this when ya got the real thing right here?"

you look up at him, a confusing mess of emotions swirling within your stomach. "because we don't seem to spend much time together anymore," you admit, lowering your eyes to the ground. "laugh all you want, but these stories are there for me whenever i need them. you probably think it's stupid, or pathetic, or whatever, but.. i miss you, 'sumu."

you close your eyes, preparing to hear another round of thunderous laughter. it never comes.

"open yer eyes for me, babe," atsumu's voice is unexpectedly soft, tender. hesitantly, you do, and your gaze meets his. your boyfriend reaches out, resting a calloused hand against your cheek. his touch is so familiar, so comforting, that you can't do anything else but lean in and welcome it. "i didn't know that ya were feelin' this way, and i'll admit that it's my fault for not noticing. but hey, you wanna know somethin'?"

"what is it?" you whisper.

"i miss ya too," your boyfriend confesses. he leans in, placing a soft kiss against your lips. "and tomorrow, i'm taking ya out on a date."

OIKAWA TOORU

"oh my god, this is so cute," you sigh dreamily, swinging your feet in satisfaction as you indulge yourself. it was fanfiction, for crying out loud—can you really be blamed? this particular story practically reeked of fluff. you had just received flowers from the male lead, with you two having confessed just a few days ago. now you were on the first date, entering the doorway to a beautiful relationship that made every reader jealous.

the fact that the male lead—the infamous setter of aoba johsai, fanboy of iwaizumi hajime, hater of ushijima wakatoshi—also happened to be your boyfriend was just a minor detail.

you continued reading, the outside world completely irrelevant as you immersed yourself in the story. soon another squeal leaves your lips as oikawa, the male lead, bends down to kiss your hand. he says something swoonworthy, causing you to giggle like a madman. "that's it, i'm marrying you," you say, as if he can hear you through the story.

"marrying who?"

you let out a defeated sigh as your boyfriend pops his head into your room. there's a pout on oikawa's face, his mocha eyes filled with mock betrayal. still there's a part of you that knows he actually is a little bit jealous; he just doesn't know that technically, he's jealous of himself. "who are you marrying, babe?" he asks you somewhat accusingly. "i think it's a bit too early for—"

"shut up please," you groan, a bit sad that your reading session got interrupted. "i'm reading this fanfiction of you, and in the story, you're actually nice to me."

you immediately hear an indignant gasp from your boyfriend. he puts a hand to his chest, his pout now even more prominent. "excuse me, i am nice to you," oikawa scoffs as he walks over, squinting at the story you're reading. "i'm way better than him!"

"you are him," you deadpan.

"exactly! why are you reading that when i'm right here? i'm hurt," oikawa says in disapproval, shaking his head at you. "now move over."

you blink—once, twice. "wait, what?"

"i wanna read too," oikawa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "so i can list all the things they got wrong about me."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

maybe reading fanfiction about your boyfriend wasn't the best idea. it's not that the story wasn't great because it really was—the characterization was on-point, the writing style was smooth and elegant, and the plot was creative. it's more about your boyfriend himself. particularly the way that he reacted when he found out.

"am i not good enough?" bokuto asked you quietly as he stared up at you. his golden eyes were absolutely despondent, his shoulders were slouched, and even his owlish hair looked like it was deflated. you didn't need akaashi to understand that those were all signs of an emo bokuto.

and it was all because of you.

man, the guilt was unbearable.

"koutarou," you say softly, reaching out to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "baby, you are more than enough for me. you're amazing, okay? you're my anchor, and you make me smile when no one else can. compared to you, this fanfiction means nothing." you pause, placing a tender kiss against his warm cheek. "seeing you sad makes me sad, you know?"

"i'm sorry," bokuto mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "i thought i'd let you down or something, like i wasn't being a good boyfriend. it scared me."

his words make your heart hurt even more. you pull away from the hug, letting your earnest gaze meet his. "from now on, you don't have to be scared," you tell him seriously. "i'll stop reading fanfiction, and every day, i'll remind you of how much you mean to me. is that fair, kou?"

bokuto nods, and it's at that moment that you start to see the gloomy aura around him disappear. "i love you," he says, and you can tell that he means it. he always does.

you pull him closer, your fingers combing through his hair soothingly. he hums quietly, enjoying the feeling. "i love you too, koutarou," you smile. "and no story will ever change that."

you let a few moments pass by, simply listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. slowly, you let your eyes close, your boyfriend's strong embrace lulling you to a light rest. after a few moments, though, bokuto's voice breaks through the silence. "can i ask you a question, babe?"

you open your eyes. "anything."

he pulls away, his expression completely serious as he looks at you. "can we get something to eat?"

[suhkusa]

!! tw: anxiety attack

“Y/N?”

The voice pulls you out from your thoughts. It’s Coach Foster. You realize you haven’t paid attention to the past couple of points. 

You’re going to get in trouble.

You feel lightheaded as you grip tighter onto your pen, watching the match and continuing to jot down notes for the coach. You don’t know how many notes he’s expecting you to take. Don’t know if they’re supposed to be detailed, analytical, or just basic observations. You try to give a combination, but in turn scribble out a lot of the notes because they looked jumbled.

It’s the first time in a while that you’ve been this nervous. Usually you’re able to bury your anxiety and ignore it, but this time it’s actively affecting you. And it’s annoying.

Constantly checking your phone to see if Asu has replied to you is damaging your work ethic. It’s distracting. He said he’d be there ASAP, didn’t he? It’s just your luck that he isn’t here when you really needed it.

It’s getting warm. Hot, even. You’re not even layered up on clothes but you can feel your hands getting clammy around your clipboard and pen. 

You needed to get out of here. 

You’re anxious as you turn to the coach, even more so when you realize he and the co-coach are 100% locked into the game. It’s a practice match and you’re here trembling like a baby.

How embarrassing.

“Coach,” your voice doesn’t feel like your own, “Can- I mean may I go on lunch a little early, I feel lightheaded,”

His face scrunches up in worry, you made him worry.

“Yeah of course, be sure to drink water and let us know if you need anything,”

You just give him a curt nod before dropping your clipboard onto the benches and heading outside.

When you check the time you get scared, you couldn’t have waited 5 more minutes huh, Y/N? 

The cool breeze envelopes you as you step outside. Breaths you didn’t even know you were holding were coming out one after another. At first, they were normal and organized but then they suddenly became erratic and uncontrolled. Fuck, not now.

You collapse against a nearby bench as panic swallows you whole. You’re stupid, why are you even freaking out so bad? This is embarrassing, humiliating. You want to go home.

What even made you think this internship would be easy? They’re a D1 college volleyball team, did you really think it’d be fine and dandy? Another example of your dumb decisions getting you into a mess.

You’re not reliable at all.

Your vision is blurry with tears and you force your head down towards your lap immediately. God, just stop crying already.

You just love to make everyone worry about you, don’t you?

“Y/N,”

You jump at the voice, your breathing, tears and movements halting all at once. Fuck.

You’re swallowing back the lump in your throat, blinking away the tears and taking a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah?”

When you finally look up, fear washes over you as you’re basically face to face with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

So pitiful.

“Are you okay?”

You always hate when people ask that. Especially when you’re obviously not. It just makes you self conscious and think about why you were upset in the first place. 

Thankfully, the tears were slow as they fell, and while your breaths were still uncontrollable, they were definitely calmer.

His eyes widened and you’re nervous for what he’s about to say. He’ll probably just scold you again.

“Hey,” he’s squatting down to your level, “deep breaths, Y/N,”

Sakusa breathes deeply inwards then out, gesturing for you to follow his lead. You do.

Weirdly enough it helps.

“I noticed you were nervous earlier,” he noticed? Did others? “What happened?”

“I—” you don’t know. Not really, anyways. Sakusa notices your hesitance. 

“You don’t have to say if you’re uncomfortable,”

“Sorry, I’m just scared that- that I’m not good at this job. This internship plus my exams plus homework, it- it’s too much,” you take another deep breath, “You were right, I shouldn’t have signed up for this— I’m so stupi—”

“Don’t,” your eyes meet again, this time he looks so concerned, the authenticity scares you, “I didn’t mean what I said— I was an asshole, alright? You’re doing great, Coach was going over your notes before he released us for lunch and said they were so much more than he expected,” 

“Liar—”

“I’m serious,” Sakusa says, “and this is all new to you, of course it’ll be hard to balance but I know you’ll get used to it. It’s temporary, just remember that. Just a semester and you can go back to how it was,”

It’s scary how much his words reassure you. You didn’t even realize you had calmed down until now. 

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing,” you laugh off the awkwardness, wiping at your eyes, “Sorry you had to see that,”

“Don’t apologize,” he stands up, attention still focused on you, “Why don’t you come inside? Everyone was wondering where you were,”

Taking one last deep breath, you stand up with a smile, “Alright, after you,”

SECRET ALLIANCE — BREATHE

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NOTES.

y/n has been staying up late without telling anyone to study

she had a job in her freshman year but quit within a month because it was too much

she knows she shouldn’t be, but she’s a bit upset at Asu

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (academic rival!Changmin) 5k, transfer student, academic rivals, class president, co-presidents, stalking, yandere, obsession, trespassing, breaking and entering, unlawful surveillance, nudity, invasion of privacy, blackmail, harassment, inappropriate touching, strip-tease, non-con, dub-con, fingering, penetration, female penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, mind break (@starillusion13)

“Hello, I’m class president, Ji Changmin. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you too. I hope you’ll take good care of me.”

“If you have any questions, or need help with anything, please let me know.”

“Will do, thanks.”

Changmin could still remember that day. A new transfer student had come into his class, and it was only proper that he introduce himself. She seemed to fit in well and got along with the other students, so he thought he didn’t have to worry about her. When the next exam came around he was curious about the transfer students score, wondering if they were capable academically. As he passed out the graded tests he could see they got a high score, but then he saw his own.

“Class, I have an interesting announcement.” The teacher spoke. “Our new transfer student, y/n, got the highest grade in the class.”

The teacher started clapping and the rest of the class did too. Obviously the teacher was just overjoyed the new student wouldn’t bring down the class average, but his classmates just seemed impressed. Changmin wasn’t clapping, he was just staring at the new student, completely stunned about the fact someone had higher marks than him. He was zoning out until his deskmate shoved him and made a comment that he finally had some competition. Changmin forced a smile, but he was far from happy. He tried to tell himself this was just a one off, that it wouldn’t change anything, and he just needed to study more. Then came the next exam, and the next, and the next, and all of a sudden he found himself ranking second place in every subject.

“I think we might have a new class president soon.”

Changmin never bragged about the title. He was class president cause he was a good student and had top marks. That was the natural order of things. Now this newbie was here to take everything he had worked for and he couldn’t stand that.

“Oh… I don’t really want to be class president.” You told the teacher. “I’m still new to this school and I shouldn’t disrupt things here.”

“… that’s exactly what you did…” Changmin mumbled under his breath.

“Then perhaps you two can be co-presidents.” The teacher suggested. “Changmin can show you the ropes and-”

“I don’t need any help.”

“This isn’t about you needing help, Changmin. The rest of the class would benefit from having two presidents.”

“It doesn’t need two.”

“I don’t need the title on my resume.” You countered. “It’s really-”

“That’s right!” The teacher exclaimed. “Being class president would help you get into a good university. You clearly have a bright future ahead of you. Co-presidents it is, I’ll make an announcement later.”

The new girl gave Changmin a shy smile, trying to act innocent and win him over but he saw right through that. In that moment he could see everything clearly. This girl was a snake that came to take everything from him. So he had to destroy her before she destroyed him.

“Hey, Class President, can I get help with my homework?”

Changmin looked up from his book only to see some of his classmates go over to the new girl, throwing around his title as if it was solely hers. Changmin glared, mumbling under his breath that she wasn’t actually class president, but co-president. Even though they were supposed to share responsibilities, it seemed that the rest of the class saw her as the only class president they needed. She did uphold her duties as co-president, but Changmin knew what she was really after. Everyone seemed to like her, falling for her charms and brains, but not him. He knew the truth, and he had to show everyone if he intended to return things to their rightful place.

Changmin kept up with his assignments and studies, always number two next to you, but he also started to keep an eye on you. During free periods he’d follow you around, seeing who you hung out with and what you did. He thought maybe you were a secret troublemaker, but you didn’t bother other students. Nor did you sneak off to smoke or hang around bullies. As far as he could tell you were a model student, but that was just you at school. The next thing to do was figure out what kind of person you were after classes. He wasn’t one for social media, but that was the first step in figuring out who you really were.

It didn’t take him long to find your SNS handles and see your posts. They were all pretty basic. A few selfies with friends, pictures of food, but nothing out of the ordinary. If anything he quickly figured out your favorite spots, and more or less where you liked to hang out. Pictures may be worth a thousand words, but it didn’t show everything. So now he had to see for himself what you did after school. By then he had been watching you for a while so he knew your schedule, and knew what time you left school grounds. He kept his distance, blending in with the crowds of students around him, and taking a few pictures of his own.

Sometimes you’d get food with friends, other times you’d go to cafes alone to study. Everything he saw just pissed him off more. There was nothing wrong with you. If anything you were the picture perfect model of a good student. He couldn’t stand for this, and he wasn’t gonna let this go. There was still something else to do. The next time he stayed late to clean the classroom he made sure he was alone before opening your locker. He looked through your things, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Now he had to go all the way in his search for the truth. Since he had been following you for so long, he eventually discovered where you lived, and that was his final target.

When he had a chance he made a copy of your keys, and then planned for his visit. He listened in to your conversations, discovering when you’d be out this weekend and making his move accordingly. Luckily you didn’t have many keys, so it didn’t take him too long to figure out which one opened your front door. He stepped into your home, curiously looking around. He knew you lived alone, so he didn’t have to worry about running into anyone, and within minutes he could see you had no pets. Changmin aimlessly walked around your little apartment, seeing the pictures on the wall and items strewn around. It seemed very average for someone like you. Once he found your room he started going through your things but once again he found nothing.

Unfortunately he didn’t have all the time in the world to look through your things, but he had something else in mind when he came her. He put his bag down, and pulled out some mini cameras, going around to different rooms and placing them. Once he finished that he made sure they were well hidden and broadcasting. A smile creeped on his face as he browsed through the live feed. There was nothing you could hide from him anymore. After looking everything over had made his way out, heading home with a skip in his step. He was very curious to see what kind of person you were behind closed doors.

🖤

Whenever you came home he was alerted of your return, the motion sensor by the front door working like a charm. He watched the footage in the background while he worked on assignments, not too worried since everything was recorded and he could always look back. With this in place he didn’t need to follow you around much, already knowing what you were like at school and out in the open. So far though, there was nothing new. He could see that you knew how to cook for yourself, what dramas you liked to watch, your taste in music, and that you usually went to bed around the same time.

For the first few days of watching he could see you didn’t do much, or talk to yourself. People didn’t really come over, and you weren’t writing things in a secret diary or something. Once again he saw you were a normal person but he wasn’t one to give up so easily. He didn’t have to put so much effort into keeping an eye on you anymore since he had his cameras, but that didn’t stop him from being curious. The two of you didn’t socialize much, so besides the surface level stuff Changmin didn’t know much about you. When he had a chance again he went to your place looking around with an intention to learn.

He looked through your fridge, seeing what foods you liked to eat. When he went to your room he looked through your clothes, getting a good idea of your fashion sense. Then he laid down on your bed. Changmin took in the scent of you left on the pillow, finding it rather nice. He kept exploring, making note of a few things here and there before leaving. Besides the home inspection he followed you around sometimes outside of school with a new purpose, taking notes every once in a while. He was still greatly annoyed that you so effortlessly took his number one spot, but if anyone were to do it at least it was you and not some trashy person.

You were nice and got along well with everyone, but he could see you were still nervous about fitting in. He knew you only called your parents every other week, and they were pretty short. It seemed like you had been sent away to study, which was probably why you worked so hard in school. Despite being friendly and approachable nobody actually seemed to be that close to you. That was always gonna be a struggle with being a transfer student, yet you were holding yourself well. For a moment Changmin considered if he could actually be your friend. Perhaps he needed to be the one close to you in order to figure out what he needs to do to get back on top.

Although he was eventually treated to a delightful show. He had the decency not to put a camera in your bathroom, but the bedroom was free range. One night as he had the feed playing in the background he momentarily glanced over to see you taking off your clothes. His eyes went wide, realizing you were preparing for a shower. Usually you took some clothes into the bathroom and he didn’t see anything, but this time you were doing things differently. He rather nervously watched, looking over your body and not seeing any tattoos. That was good, your body shouldn’t be tainted in such a way. There didn’t seem to be any injuries either, meaning no one was hurting you.

Changmin shifted his legs, already feeling this pressure in his pants. He had been watching you for so long but this was the first time he really got to see your figure. All your wonderful curves and natural beauty out in the open. One of his hands hovered over his pants, thinking of making the most of the moment, but then you grabbed a towel and clothes, going into the bathroom. He groaned and put his head down on the table, regretting not having put a camera in there from the beginning. He should be keeping an eye on you at all times, and that included when you were washing up. This weekend he’d rectify the mistake.

🖤

“Changmin, can we talk?”

The last thing Changmin expected was for you to approach him. He thought you might have found him out somehow, but all his cameras were intact, and he was very careful when following you around. The two of you had never run into each other, and he was certain you had never noticed him. Still, he had to remain calm and see what this was.

“What’s this about?”

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

It was a free period, so it’s not like the two of you would be ditching anything. Changmin followed you to the rooftop, taking a moment to enjoy the sun.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I… well, uh… I wanted to apologize… it’s long overdue… and thank you…”

“What?”

“I know that transferring here really disrupted things for you. I became top of the class and the teacher made me co-president with you. I was honestly really worried you’d hate me and that you’d make a big fuss over everything, but you didn’t. We don’t talk much, but I’ve never sensed any hostility from you, and I really appreciate that.” You smiled nervously. “Long story short, I’m really sorry for messing things up here, but I also want to thank you for being nice and not treating me badly. I hope after the upcoming break we could be friends.”

“Friends…?”

“Uh… if you want… perhaps being academic rivals means we can’t be friends…”

“No, no, we can be friends.” Changmin smiled and held out his hands. “I don’t mind at all.”

You smiled brightly and shook his hand, glad this whole conversation went well. Afterwards you excused yourself to meet up with friends, leaving Changmin alone with his thoughts.”

“… friends… friends?” Changmin started laughing, finding the whole thing amusing. “She wants to be friends? After everything she’s done? Even calling herself my rival? No, no, no, we are not going to be friends. There is no apologizing for her actions, only punishment. I’m going to make her regret messing with me!”

🖤

You were nervous when you first transferred. It hadn’t been your idea, and this was the last year before university. Which meant making friends was gonna be difficult, and partially pointless. Still, you could try, and if that didn’t work out you could just focus on your studies. Lucky for you things went well and everyone was very nice. It put you at ease so you felt that you could let your guard down. When your first exam came around you studied hard and were happy with your grade. Although you certainly felt embarrassed when the teacher brought attention to your score and the fact you got the highest marks in the class. 

You thought it was nothing until you were told the class president, Changmin, used to have the highest grade. Realizing you had unintentionally dethroned him. You felt bad, but maybe you were just lucky. Then the next few exams came through and you were getting top marks on everything, very clearly taking the number one spot in class. Now you certainly expected some kind of retaliation, especially when the teacher offered you the class president position. You had already caused a ruckus with your academics, the last thing you wanted was to take on such responsibilities. Still, the teacher wasn’t gonna take no for an answer and made you co-president. At that point you knew Changmin wasn’t happy with you, and he’d certainly do something. Yet he never did, which was surprising.

Maybe you had underestimated the type of person Changmin was. Your nerves started to go down, but something still nagged at the back of your head. You hadn’t done anything wrong from the start but you should still address the situation. The only problem was that you were very nervous. With break approaching you worked up the courage and asked to speak with Changmin in private. He was curious why you had asked to speak with him, and you let it all out. After speaking you were nervous he wouldn’t accept your apology or request for friendship, but he seemed alright with you. That was a big weight off your shoulders and you could relax. That is until things changed a few days later.

You went to your locked in the morning to get your things, finding an envelope inside with your name on it. The first thing that came to mind was a secret admirer, which wasn’t entirely wrong. You had been sent pictures of yourself, pictures that had been taken without your knowledge, but from school and outside. You were quickly over taken by fear, hiding the pictures and looking around to make sure no one else knew of their existence. You had nothing but pictures, so you had no idea why this was happening, or what the culprit wanted. When the bell rang you screamed, getting a few stares but you quickly hurried to class. 

You couldn’t focus on anything, your mind just racing with possibilities. Someone had been watching you for a long time, and they had clearly bugged your house. You tried to calm yourself down and think about things rationally when you discovered another envelope at your desk. The world came to a stop for you as you carefully peeked at the pictures inside. Your eyes went wide as you saw yourself lounging around your home, a few pictures blurred to hide your naked body. You quickly got up and asked the teacher if you could use the bathroom, rushing out before you got an answer. You went into the stall furthest from the door, properly looking at the contents of the envelope. You were horrified, realizing whoever this stalker was, they had been inside your home and were watching you very closely. You had no idea what to do, then you found the note inside. 

“If you tell anyone about this, the original censored pictures get posted on SNS for everyone to see. Come to your homeroom after school at 9pm and we can talk about what you’re gonna do for me.”

The note had been printed out, so you had no idea who this was. As much as you wanted help, you knew you couldn’t do anything except follow the instructions given. If any of those pictures got out, your future would be over. So you anxiously awaited for nightfall, staring at the clock all day and watching it agonizingly tick. You weren’t at all present in class, multiple teachers and friends asking if everything was alright. You assured them you were fine and just feeling a bit under the weather, but there was no need to go home. Nobody questioned you beyond that, so that was a small relief.  

After classes you had to find something to do to pass the time. You couldn’t eat, feeling sick, and you certainly couldn’t do any of your assignments. So you sat in the library, dreadfully waiting. Around nine the alarm on your phone went off, making you feel nervous. You packed up your things and went over to your homeroom. You stood outside the door for a moment before going in, having to face however sent the message. You weren’t sure what to expect but the sight before you was peculiar. The room was empty except for a student fast asleep at their desk. You carefully made your way over, seeing it was Changmin. It wasn’t that surprising that he’d be here late, but maybe he could help you.

“Changmin…” You gently shook the boy. “Changmin… wake up…”

“Hm…”

Changmin groaned and lifted up his head, squinting around as his senses came back to him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his glasses. He gave you a smile and checked his phone.

“You’re right on time.”

“Uh… what…?”

“What? I said 9pm.”

“You…” Your eyes went wide. “You sent the pictures… didn’t you?”

“Did you like them? I tried to get some flattering angles.”

“I… I…”

Changmin kept that same innocent smile on his face as he stood up. When he took a step forward you moved away, still processing.

“What’s wrong? Were you not expecting me?”

“I… I… why…? Why are you-”

“Why? Can you really not think of a single reason? Cause I have plenty.”

“I don’t understand… I-”

“Top of the class but I see you’re really not that smart. You think you’re so perfect and charming, and that the whole world revolves around you.”

“What? I don’t think like that at all!”

“Don’t lie to me. I know everything about you now, and you’re really not all that great.”

“Changmin…”

“So let’s look to the future, and what you’re gonna do for me.”

“I… what do you want from me?”

“You really can’t think of something better to say? You have no imagination.”

Changmin grabbed your arm and pulled you over to your desk. He placed an exam on the desktop, confusing you although you did recognize it.

“What-”

“I want you to redo the test. I wanna show everyone just how smart you are.”

“I… I don’t-”

All of a sudden Changmin pushed you down on the desk, one hand on your back keeping you pinned while the other moved down your body and grabbed your ass.

“You should be able to get top marks even with distractions, right?”

“Chang-”

“If you don’t wanna retake your test then I can post all those lovely pictures of you. I have a favorite one that I really don’t want to share, but I could do it if necessary.”

“No, no, I’ll… I’ll do it…”

You grabbed the pencil and moved the test over so you could work on it. You had just done this the other day, so it shouldn’t be that hard, but Changmin had no intention of making things easy. You felt him push your legs apart, then you had fingers running along your crotch. A yelp escaped your lips and you jumped forward, but couldn’t really get away from him.

“Focus.” Changmin hissed. “This test is what you’re gonna turn in.”

“What?”

“You can’t do it?”

“I-”

Changmin pulled you up and turned you around, keeping you pinned against your desk. His hands reached up to your shirt, starting to undo the buttons. You quickly reached up to stop him, feeling way more nervous than before.

“Are you gonna stop me? You know what happens if you don’t do what I say.”

“…”

“Good. Now you take off your shirt.”

Changmin moved his hands away, watching you expectantly. After a moment you began to unbutton your shirt. Changmin’s eyes were on your hands, watching you undress for him. He reached over to feel your chest, making you inhale sharply from his cold touch. He merely chuckled, letting his hands explore. He eventually pushed your bra up and took your breasts in his hands, massaging them lightly.

“They’re soft.”

You couldn’t look at him. Instead opting to bite your tongue and hope he stopped. His hands then helped you properly get out of your shirt, unhooking your bra and leaving you exposed. You wanted to cover yourself but he grabbed your arms, keeping them at your sides.

“This isn’t anything I haven’t seen before.”

“… why… why are you…”

“Why? Cause you have the audacity to come here and take everything from me, then you apologize and thank me?” Changmin scoffed. “No. I’ve been watching you for a long time… you’re nothing special, but I can make you special.”

“What?”

Changmin’s hands moved down to your pants, and you quickly stopped him again. His gaze met yours, giving you a questioning look. You hesitated for a moment and let him continue. Your pants fell to your ankles, and Changmin told you to step out of them and then sit on your desk. You did so, trying to keep your legs closed but he pushed them open.

“You’re such a good girl at home, I was rather surprised you never played with yourself.”

Changmin’s fingers ran up along your panties, teasing you for a moment before he pushed them aside, his cold fingers against your core. A chill ran down your spine and you instinctively tried to close your legs. He tsked at you, pushing them apart further.

“Are you gonna behave? Or is everyone gonna know the truth about you?”

“… which… which is…?”

“That you’re just a fake. A try-hard for attention, when you’re really nobody important. I’ll change that though.”

Without another word Changmin pushed you back on the desk, his fingers teasing you while his thumb rubbed circles along your clit. You had been trying to keep quiet, but with all this sudden stimulation you couldn’t help but moan. It felt nice, and you hadn’t really done much to take care of yourself. All your attention had been on your studies and trying to be a good student, which was really draining. It was only natural for you to try and get Changmin to stop, but he didn’t take it well. He pulled you up and bent you over the desk, making sure your ass was sticking out.

“Come on, take your test. See if you can finish it with high marks before I fuck your brains out.”

You felt him pull your panties down, properly getting them out of the way before his fingers were running along your folds. Your face was hot and you nervously grabbed the pencil, trying to focus. You knew you were at his mercy, and you just didn’t want to fuck anything up. Although you dragged the pencil across the page when you felt a finger go inside you, a ragged moan escaping your lips. While all this was going on Changmin didn’t speak, clearly more entertained by something else. He moved his finger slowly, keeping a nice rhythm before surprising you with another digit. That’s when he began exploring. His fingers moved all around inside you, and when they found that sweet spot you cried out.

“You like that?”

There wasn’t much mercy after that as he kept hitting you in that exact place, over and over again. You struggled to hold the pencil, to read the words on the page below you, but a part of you was coherent enough to fear the consequences of failure. Although that sentiment didn’t last for long. A third finger made you drop the pencil and grab onto the desk, needing something to hold as you felt him assault your sensitive sex in this way. You were a whimpering mess, starting to fantasize about all the possibilities that could take place instead of your little exam. Although Changmin noticed you had stopped, removing his fingers.

“Are you giving up on your exam already? Are you gonna drop from the top of the class to the bottom? I didn’t know you’d ruin yourself, but I’m afraid I won’t let you.”

Changmin reached over and put the pencil back in your hand, leaning over you and looking at the exam. There were a few random lines, but you had answered a few questions.

“Good, good, now keep going. I’m not so sure I want you to fail.”

You bit your lip and looked back at the exam, trying to get a few more answers in while Changmin watched over your shoulder. He was there for a moment before he moved away, his hands going down your body. You felt his fingers run along your core for a moment before you heard him shuffling around back there. You tried to look at him but he pushed you back down on the desk.

“Focus.”

You could only do that for so long before you felt something else pressing against your center. There was only a moment of realization before you felt Changmin push his length into you, not being gentle and going all the way in. Your mouth hung open in ecstasy, trying to adjust to his size and the feelings that were spreading through your body. He didn’t give you much time to get used to him before he started moving. He nearly pulled all the way out before slamming right back in, building up to a relentless pace. You still tried to answer the questions on the test, but that was basically impossible at this point. When a certain trust rubbed up right against your sweet spot you moaned and dropped the pencil to the floor.

You grabbed onto the desk, holding on tightly as he rammed into you. The only thing on your mind was keeping quiet and enjoying yourself. Soon enough you felt this heat building inside you, growing and growing, making you feel like you were gonna explode any minute now. You were so focused on that sensation that when things stopped you couldn’t help but whimper. Then Changmin flipped you around, staring you down and grabbing your breasts, his cock slowly pumping into you. A bit of drool dribbled down your chin, and he chuckled at your expression. It seemed that he was keeping true to his word about fucking your brains out.

Changmin smirked at the sight before him, reaching up to caress your cheek. He could only dream about what this moment might look like. Your mouth was hanging open from what he was doing to you, eyes glassy as you weren’t using that brain of yours anymore. As he caressed you pathetic little whimpers escaped you, clearly begging for him to keep going. A part of him was tempted to stop here and leave you an embarrassing mess, but he’s come this far, so he might as well give you what you so clearly need. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, going back to those rapid thrusts, watching you dissolved into more of a bitch in heat.

The way your body shook beneath him he knew you were close, and he grabbed your face, wanting to stare into your eyes as he pushed you over the edge. To his satisfaction you cried out his name as you climaxed, twitching in his arms as you squeezed him tightly, soon feeling something warm fill you up and drip out between your legs. You couldn’t even register as Changmin laid you back down, a phone in your face as the boy chuckled. His hands trailed down your body, making sure to capture everything on film. He rocked his hips gently, making you shake from the sensitivity. Although even in this state you knew this was far from the end.

“Who’s on top now?”

[vampwritesstuff]

dating xavier headcanons?Thanks bb

Dating Xavier Thorpe Would Include ~

Hi anon ! Hope you enjoy these hcs ! I’ll totally be adding more as I think of them, so check back every once in a while to see if I’ve added more!

Warnings : swearing, cause I have a dirty mouth lmao

Masterlist

Dating Xavier would include…

Long nights spent in his shed, drawing, studying and just generally having fun together.

Xavier is lowkey possessive of you, but not in a bad way, like yeah he doesn’t like you talking to other guys but he knows where to draw the line. So, possessive, but only when he needs to be.

If you’re generally a shy person, then he’ll help you when in public. Like telling someone your order at the weathervane or asking for help when shopping.

Xavier just adores you, literally every aspect about you is his favorite. Your eyes? Favorite part about you. Your lips? Favorite part about you.

He MELTS anytime you say his name or nickname and especially when you smile at him.

Xavier loves to spoil you, he can’t help it. You like a shirt in a store? He buys it for you to wear on your next date. You find a cute stuffed animal at a carnival? You bet your ass he’s playing until he wins it. Obviously you tell him no and he pouts everytime.

“It’s just a shirt, Xav. I don’t need it, I have plenty.” “But I wanna spoil you.”

He can tell when you’re having a rough day, he knows you so well that he can tell when you haven’t slept well or you’re stressed about homework or exams.

When you haven’t slept well, he’ll let you use him as a pillow to rest your head on during lunch or free time.

If you forgot to study for an important test or do the homework, then he’ll go over key points and information with you or give you some of the answers to at least get a decent grade.

He enjoys drawing you, and you love to pose for him. He’s drawn you so many times, he has like 10 sketchbooks full of just drawings of you.

“Could you move your head to the left?” “Of course, babe.”

CUTEST PETNAMES FOR EACH OTHER OMG. He’ll call you things like darling, or his muse. You’d call him something cheesy, like bear or bubba.

If you’re also an outcast at Nevermore, you’re always sneaking into each others dorms, but usually his since he doesn’t have a roommate.

If you’re a normie in Jericho, you both will always meet up after school and on the weekends for a date. Your go to is usually the Weathervane, but if Tyler is working, you’ll just go to the park instead. Since one time you went on a date while he was working and he wouldn’t stop flirting with you, Xavier almost punched the shit out of him.

Ever since, when Tyler is working, you avoid the Weathervane.

Xavier gets so happy when you play with his hair, could literally fall asleep as you massage his scalp. He’s such a softie and will ask if you could braid his hair or help him put it into a bun.

[chosen-hero-inari]

Whumptober Day 8: Sleep Deprivation

5 Times The Phantom Thieves Didn't Sleep + 1 Time They Did

I

Hey, let’s meet up at Mementos today.

Yusuke’s ashamed of the tension that goes through his back at that text. The literature professor had decided to give them all a surprise take-home paper to write and turn in by tomorrow, and he really needs to work on it.

But, he can’t let his grades come before making sure his friends are ok, can he? Or the people who made those requests. It’s not a problem, he can just work late tonight. And take some time to work on that piece for class.

He’ll be fine with only a couple of hours of sleep.

II

“Makoto?” Sae asks. “You’re back late.”

“Sorry, busy with some work after school,” Makoto replies, yawning. If it’s resolving a Mementos request for another student, then technically it’s Student Council work. It’s her responsibility as Student Council President to resolve it at least.

“Are you prepared for your exam at cram school tomorrow?”

Makoto blinks. “Huh?”

“Makoto! I’m paying for you to go and–”

“No, I meant, erm why would you even bother to ask that?” Makoto chuckles. “Obviously I’m ready for it!”

“Good, even if it’s a practice exam, it’s important to be confident now so you’re even more prepared for your entrance exams.”

Makoto goes to the kitchen and makes herself a pot of coffee. She shouldn’t be up too late.

III

“Does this shit make any sense to you?” Ryuji asks.

“Nope,” Ann sighs. Putting the math textbook down. Two heads are supposed to be better than one, but maybe math homework is just too powerful for that.

“God,” Ryuji says, “I feel like you’re gonna call me a shithead for this.”

“I call you a shithead for a lot of things, what is it?”

“It fucking sucks that Ren asked us to go to Mementos today.”

“Honestly? Hard agree.” They’d invited Ren to their homework session today, but he’d never gotten back to them. Not that he needed it, but you know, it was always nice to hang out.

Except they wanted to do this in the afternoon, when they’d have more time and could meet at a cafe.

Instead, Ren decided today was the best day for requests.

“What if we blocked off Mementos for like, Wednesdays?” Ryuji suggests. “Then we can schedule around it better?”

“But what if a request is urgent. Plus Palace stuff.”

“Ugh, you’re right.”

Ann flops back and lets the textbook cover her face.

“Ann?”

“Yeah.”

“I kinda hate that I can’t tell him no.”

“Yeah, I know but like, it’s whatever?” Ann says. “That’s just part of being a student and a Phantom Thief, I guess.”

IV

Haru practically dives for the phone when she hears it ring. “Futaba-chan?”

“Hey, I got the info you wanted,” Futaba says. “This investor seems pretty clean.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much,” Haru says. “I’m supposed to get this report in to the investors tomorrow and I can’t ask for a delay and I wasn’t sure who to trust and–”

“Hey, no problem!” Futaba says. “Just don’t tell them you heard it from me.”

“Thank you, I owe you so much, Futaba-chan.”

“No prob, I’m probably gonna pass out, how about you?”

“I can’t, there are still things I need to arrange with my father’s will and then I’m meeting with lawyers in the morning, goodness I need more coffee!”

“How much have you had?” Futaba asks.

“Oh, four or five–”

“Cups?”

“Pots.”

“Holy shit, Haru!”

“I know, I know,” Haru says. “I was going to do all of this after school but then we had that Mementos run and now I have to do it all before morning.”

“You should have just told Ren you couldn’t make it! He gets we have lives, it’s not like he hangs out with us every time we ask.”

“Mementos is different Futaba, you know that. I’ll talk to you later.” Haru hangs up and gets back to work.

V

It’s not wrong to hack her friends’ phones if she’s genuinely concerned for their well-being, Futaba tells herself.

Besides, taking a quick peak at their calendars is like, barely snooping. She could text and ask them but she’s really hoping they’re asleep.

She’s not, but she doesn’t have school in the morning. She can go to bed at 7am and still get the proper eight hours of sleep a growing girl needs.

She and Morgana are the only ones who aren't students and Phantom Thieves though, and oh boy is being a high school student busy.

Let’s see, Makoto has an exam at cram school tomorrow, Haru had that meeting they were just talking about, Ryuji and Ann were texting (ok texts were a bit more snooping than calendars, but like, it’s important!) about meeting up to do a bunch of homework they’d put off while they were clearing Sae’s Palace, and Yusuke had an email reminder from a teacher about an essay.

And none of them had brought any of this up when Ren asked them all to go to Mementos today.

Damn, looks like Futaba has to be the responsible one.

+1

Ren doesn’t know why Futaba suddenly suggested group movie night, but hey, it’s always good when she wants to be social, and his schedule’s free now that they’ve finished up the requests.

They all gather around the attic, and Ren’s a little worried about them all watching the tiny TV, but it’s not really a problem, because pretty much everyone else falls asleep by the fifteen-minute mark.

“Wow, they’re tired,” Ren says. “Guess they don’t have Mona to tell them to get to bed early.”

“Uh, Ren about that?” Futaba asks. “Do you ask if anyone has stuff going on before saying to meet up for Phantom Thief stuff?”

Ren blinks. “I mean, I guess not but I figure they’ll tell me if it’s super urgent.”

“Ok, but see, I think they don’t,” Futaba says. “I actually asked all of them about it, and they feel really bad about canceling Mementos plans, so they push all their stuff back and do it at night. Like none of them got any sleep the last couple of days.”

Ren furrows his brows. He kinda, hasn’t thought about how his friends are always willing to show up when he calls for a meeting, even on days they’re not normally free to hang out. He just, you know, figured they did the same things he did. He doesn’t have a problem getting everything done before going to Mementos.

Then again, he’s the one picking Mementos days because he has nothing else going on.

“I’m a shit leader,” Ren says head hanging back.

“No, I don’t think you’re shit!” Morgana says. “We just gotta tell them they don’t have to come to Mementos if they’re busy, it’s not a problem to push it back.”

“We could like, make a group calendar?” Futaba suggests. “Plan ahead a little bit? I mean Palaces and emergencies are one thing, but I dunno, maybe everyone can plan better and say if they super duper can’t?”

“Yeah,” Ren says. “But uh, let’s do that later. They look like they need their sleep right now.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Can I get some advice from both a teacher perspective and a kind adult perspective? I've always been a good student and labeled as "gifted" so obviously I got gifted kid burnout, as one does. I'm naturally smart enough that I can study for exams one day to even 40 minutes before and always come out with a score in the 90s, I think this is also because I listen very attentively in class. But here's the real problem, I have some pretty bad depression and I very easily fall behind on homework and actually studying consistently because of it. I honestly live in my head a lot if that makes sense? Anyway, I'll miss something or forget a unit or not study as well as I'd like (which is inevitable, I know what I do isn't sustainable), and when I forget something I feel (excuse my language) really fucking stupid about it. Not to mention frustrated because I KNOW it's my own fault. I do quite well on tests and exams because I prioritize them but I feel like I'm not as good of a student as I used to be, I'm just a good test taker. Basically: because I don't do work, school gives me anxiety. I get anxious, I refuse to go to school (I don't miss too many days but enough to suffer). When I miss school obviously I fall behind and have work pile up. My anxiety regarding school makes me want to avoid anything that has to do with it, including my work. The depression doesn't help. I don't do most of the work, I feel stupid and embarrassed (people seriously have no idea what it's like to go to school and have to look your teacher in the eyes, in front of your whole class, and say you didn't do your homework. I'm ashamed because I know I could easily bang it out in like an hour and I'm the only fucking person in my AP classes that doesn't do their work. It's not fun to feel incompetent. I'm not avoiding it for fun or because of laziness, I promise. It's not like I exclusively don't want to study and do homework, it's depression. I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to leave my room and sit in the living room. I just want to rot.) and the cycle repeats. I don't know what to do Cas :( I'm 15 and I'm scared. I don't want to be useless and unsuccessful because I can't suck it up and get off my ass.

Hi! I completely understand where you’re coming from and I’ve definitely been there. I think what’s important is to come up with some strategies that break you out of that anxiety-depression cycle and help you stay on track. Once you find strategies that work for you, they can go with you into adulthood too. Now is a great time to test out some of those strategies- does it help to make lists? Take breaks? Reward yourself with food or small activities? Body double with others? Study in or out of your house? Take notes with fun pens or on the computer? Study with others or alone? Use apps to help study?

I challenge you to try one new technique a day. Don’t overwhelm yourself, just use the next few weeks to be an active learner about how you learn and how you study. Be gentle with yourself and remember that you’re still young and you’re still learning ❤️

Also if you find something that DOES work, tell your teachers. Most teachers are willing to make small changes to assignments if you’re making an active effort to still learn.

I hope this helps and I believe in you!

[yellowocaballero]

skgk u Naruto dweeb

Sure I'll fucking post the first scene don't fucking test me. It bangs and one should never be ashamed of the things that bang. You're never getting that PJO fic at this rate.

First scene of a fic that bangs under the cut. There's an actual premise for the fic but I think it's funner if that's not obvious.

“Hey, kid. Wanna join a gang?”

Sakura halted, kunai half-buried in the hard packed dirt. She looked upwards, blinking owlishly. 

Obito didn’t have to fight the urge to sweat, because he was partly wood and wasn’t capable of it. The desire persisted. Sakura blinked at him.

He was being ridiculous. The girl couldn’t level mountains with a punch or stop hearts with a touch. She wasn’t head of a hospital and inventor of a dozen medical techniques. She wasn’t even married. Not even to idiots. This was a whole-ass civilian child. She could barely stick a leaf to her abnormally large forehead.

“What kind of gang?” Sakura paused a beat. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger, I’m a ninja. That’s trustworthy.” Ninjas were pretty famous for being trustworthy, straightforward people. Granted, there was an outlier that should not be counted. “And it’s a fun gang. With…uh, candy.”

Sakura narrowed her eyes. “Where’s your headband?”

“Laundry day.”

Sakura applied every ounce of her genius intellect towards considering this. Obito carefully crouched down across from her, looking down at the small and crumbling hole she’d created. Wasn’t she a bit too old to dig in the dirt for fun? 

Finally, she said, “Sorry, Suspicious Ninja-san. I have school, homework, and chores. And a class project due next week. I have no time in my schedule for a gang.”

“Not even if it’s a really good one?” Obito wheedled.

Sakura shook her head solemnly.

Obito sighed dramatically, poking a gloved finger into the small hole. He allowed Sakura to smack his finger away with the kunai, ignoring her glare. It was super cute and potentially deadly. “So you’re too busy learning away, huh? Guess you’re just another kid with no intellectual curiosity. If you’re perfectly happy with the normal classes, I guess you don’t need advanced ones…”

Obviously, that got her attention. Obito knew full well that classes weren’t challenging her. Acing all of them across the board was a point of pride, but she knew that she wasn’t reaching her potential. She wanted to ace more difficult exams, which was more pride, and continue onwards towards higher difficulty in her quest for self-esteem. She searched unceasingly for the most difficult questions so she could experience the vain victory of knowing she was better than everybody else. Gifted kids. They were all the same.

“Is your gang a class?” Sakura demanded. “Is it special tutoring? Like the clan kids get?”

Ah. And maybe she wanted to do the impossible just to be as good as everybody else. That had always been the life of Sakura Haruno.

“It’s a group of people bound together by a shared dream,” Obito said mysteriously. Sakura’s eyes widened. “Yeah, we teach each other things. Special secret techniques that only we know. Here, I’ll show you one.” He looked down at the hole, brushing away stray rocks. “You weren’t using this hole for anything, right?”

“I was digging for worms,” Sakura said, frank and even. Somehow, her little dress didn’t have a speck of mud on it. 

“Cool. Uh, why?”

“They have really simple chakra networks.”

“Sorry I asked.” Obito dug his finger a little deeper into the hole, forming a small cavity, before raising his hand and cupping it over the hole. “Watch carefully. A true ninja looks underneath the underneath.”

Anybody looking from a distance - anybody from ANBU to nosy mothers - would have assumed he dug into the hole and pulled it out. But Sakura, ear to the ground and big green eyes fixed on the magic underneath Obito’s hand, saw it clearly.

A wisp of green pushed through the bottom of the hole. It slowly rose upwards, leaves growing and unfurling, as it reached the top of the hole and continued to grow. Petals budded at the top of the plant and unfurled, spreading pink. Spring passed in an instant, and in a slight of hand Obito pulled the plant up by the stem and pretended it had been there all along.

It was a camilla, petals dyed as pink as Sakura’s hair. Obito ceremoniously presented it to her. She was almost unable to take it: she was stupified, surprised stiff. She knew exactly what she had just seen.

She mouthed three syllables to herself: Mokuton. Obito smiled slyly. 

Sakura finally took the flower, inspecting it closely. Somewhat critically, she said, “Camillas don’t come in pink.”

“I thought I’d cater to my audience.” Obito leaned in, and Sakura ducked her head to match him. “I can teach you how to do it.”

Sakura’s eyes narrowed, twirling the flower between her finger and thumb. “It’s a kekkai genkai. You can’t teach kekkai genkais. And nobody would, anyway.”

“I would. I’m even offering.”

“Who are you?”

“Guy who wants to put together a gang. With fun and candy.”

Sakura’s eyes narrowed further into slits. “You said the gang already existed.”

“Let’s just say that we’re getting the gang back together for the very first time.”

“Why would we say that?”

She had not warned him that it would be this difficult. Obito remembered little girls as being way more pliable than this. But most little girls would have run away from strangers offering free rides, so maybe Sakura was more gullible than most. Or more susceptible to temptation. But every great ninja was.

“Flowers have simple chakra systems too.” Obito put his hand over the pit again. “Feel for my chakra this time. Earth and water. Watch what I do.”

He made a small sapling this time, which was far simpler and straightforward than creating a flower that didn’t exist. Sakura watched him carefully, eyes closed shut, and when he finished she reached in and ripped out the sapling herself. She studied the sapling carefully before sticking it in her mouth, running her tongue over the leaves and stem. Then she spat it out, brushing dirt over the plant as if burying a body and placing her hand over the hole.

Sakura screwed her eyes shut and lay there for a long time. Obito’s mind was almost spiraling into megalomania again before she began drawing her hand up. She made several small motions with her fingers, almost pinching, and Obito watched in marked interest as a small sapling rose from the soil. It only grew an inch out of the soil, and it was nothing more than a sprout, but so was Sakura. 

When she opened her eyes and saw what she had made - when she realized that the no-name and do-nothing girl could create a mokuton as mighty as the god’s - Obito knew that he had hooked her.

Obito smiled at her, stiff and unyielding. “I have a dream. I’m dreaming of a world filled with meadows of beautiful flowers and forests of the tallest trees. You could help me create this dream, Sakura. I can teach you some of it, but you’ll have to make it the rest of the way on your own.”

The sapling sat in Sakura’s palm, and Obito knew that she found it far more beautiful than any flower. When she spoke, she stared at the sapling. “How?”

“Well…” Obito scratched at the back of his neck, laughing slightly. “How do you feel about crime?”

“Crime?!”

In the end, he had to kidnap her a bit. Technically he could have kidnapped her from the beginning, but a little work now saved a lot of work later. She complained a lot at first about her ‘family’ and ‘school’ and ‘desertion’, but she got over all of that predictably quickly. Her village did too: a disappearing child was not noteworthy in Konoha. Worst case scenario they’d accidentally stir up some ‘but I thought you kidnapped her for your child army’ situations.

Obito would create a heaven on earth, come hell or high water. Anybody who got in his way would die, from the lowliest Suna ninja to the Hokage himself. That was what it meant to be an optimist. And this little girl would be key to it all.

[therealvampira]

Wish You Were Here, Or I Was There- Gregory Violet x Reader

Published: June 15, 2023- 3:21 PM EST

Word Count: 1480

Pairing: Gregory Violet x Reader

Summary: Weston College was quite the place to be, as many would agree. You weren’t one to have many friends around, but somebody in particular had you falling for them- Gregory Violet. You both knew it, but nobody made the first move, until he finally confesses to you once the semester is almost at its end. 

The sound of the charcoal pencil brushing against the paper filled your ears as you sat, trying to enjoy the last few weeks of the semester. It was unusual for most students, besides the prefects, to sit at the gazebo, but Violet made an exception for you, given that you were one of his few friends. It was finally that time of year when the sun would shine through every window and surface on the campus, and the chirping birds could be heard in the distance. 

scratch. scratch. scratch. 

While it didn’t exactly bother you too much, you couldn’t help but notice the sound of the pencil that had been scratching against the paper almost the entire time you’d been sitting. You occasionally glanced at Violet a few times as his eyes were glued to the paper. He wore a look of determination and focus, with each stroke of the pencil. He raised his head and looked at you for a while, before going back to drawing. 

“Are you almost done?” you asked curiously, wondering what he was drawing- you figured he was drawing you.

“Soon. Don’t move.” he said, quietly as always. Violet didn’t like to talk too much while working on a drawing. But that aside, he was truly talented, one of the best artists you’ve seen. He looked to resemble a work of art himself. After a few more moments, he finally spoke:

“There, finished” he said as he put down the pencil. You looked down at the paper, noticing he had captured every curve, strand of hair, and “imperfection” as you’d call them. You were left astounded at his seemingly effortless work.

“It’s perfect…just like you..” he added, speaking a little lower so you couldn’t exactly hear him properly.

“This…this is truly incredible. I don’t believe you drew it so easily” you said, holding the paper in your hands as you examined it with a look of astonishment and admiration. 

“It’s not that easy, but I do happen to be gifted in the area of art. I would show you more of my best pieces if you wish, but most of them are in my dorm,” he said with a slight shrug. 

“Ah, I see. Well, perhaps some other time, maybe. I’ll be quite busy this evening with exams coming,” you explained.

“Fair enough, I should be studying as well..” he said. The smallest, slightest grin could be seen forming on his lips, but it faded in a few moments. 

“Perhaps if we get the time, we could share our different works. I could see your drawings, and you could read some of my stories,” you suggested, trying to lighten the abruptly ended mood. 

“I’d be interested to see what you’re always writing, (Y/N). I suppose that could be arranged,” he replied, obviously happy with your suggestion. 

With a quick nod, you spoke, “yes, perhaps we could meet again here later. I really must be on my way now, though. I don’t want to hold off on work at this time of year”

“Of course. Until next time,” he said as he waved his hand, watching you leave the school garden, going back to your dorm. 

For the rest of the evening, you spent most of your remaining time for the day finishing up homework and studying in your dorm. For a moment, you thought to try and sneak out to see Violet, but you figured it was too risky, especially with the strict school rules. As you put your stuff away and began getting ready to sleep, your thoughts again shifted back to Violet. 

Later in the evening, it was almost pushing 11 o’clock when a light tapping sound came from your dorm room door. It was a quiet, gentle knock, as if to get your attention, but careful not to disturb anyone that might happen to be nearby. While you weren’t absolute on who it was, you had an idea of who. However, you were a bit caught off guard, given that it was way past school curfew. 

Slowly, you rose from your seat, making your way to the door. As you unlocked it with a swift movement and opened it slowly, you were surprised to see Violet standing before you. Then again, who else would it have been?

“Violet? What are you doing here? it’s far past curfew..” you reacted. His expression seemed to remain unphased by your reaction, but a slight look of guilt could be seen in his eyes. Perhaps your reactive words made him feel a bit bad for showing up at such a late hour.

“(Y/N). I…forgot to give you this…” he said, handing you his drawing he’d made of you earlier that day. You took it from his hands, just as amazed as you were when you’d just seen it. His ability to capture every detail of you, even the stray hairs, was truly incredible. A small smile formed on your lips as you looked back up at him. Only this time, there was a slight blush across his face, painting his cheeks a faint pink. 

“Thank you…” you said, your speech trailing off at the end slightly as your mind was now occupied with the image of the boy standing before you. He was…beautiful. It was almost as though if you stayed around him for just a second longer, your heart would jump through your chest. He nodded in response to your thanking him, and seemed to be thinking about something, looking as though he was about to speak- but he didn’t. Instead he paused for a moment, looking at your face as if to examine it, and then looking away briefly. 

“May I come in? Is that…fine with you..?” he asked, seeming a bit unsure of his own words. You paused for a moment before finally answering, “Yes, I suppose you can. Just be careful since it is past curfew, after all.” 

He took only a few steps into the room, still standing. You were a bit confused as to why he wanted to come in, even though he appeared to be slightly uncomfortable. He seemed to have shaken off some of the discomfort, as he took a few more steps towards you. Violet was now much closer to you, the both of you almost chest to chest. -

“(Y/N)...” Violet spoke, his cold breath tickling your skin. The air now felt so thick that you could almost cut through it. “Would you mind if I do this…this one thing?” he continued. 

“What thing..? I’m not sure I understand..” you replied.

“Just..close your eyes…please..” He said in a low voice, almost barely a whisper. Not in any sort of demanding tone, but in a way that he wanted to convince you to trust him. That you could trust him. You decided he’d do you no harm, so you closed your eyes. Despite not being able to see, you could feel the warmth of his body as it drew closer and closer, his breath coming nearer. Barely able to keep your eyes shut, you finally felt his lips press against yours, giving you a gentle kiss. So gentle and soft, it almost resembled a breeze of air. 

His hands crept down your arms to find your hands, as he locked his fingers with your own. He looked at you, as if trying to read your expression for any discomfort or rejection. 

“(Y/N)..?” Violet spoke.

“Yes?”

“Are we…friends? Or are we..more, now..?”

“I’d like to believe we’re more than friends now. What do you think?” you replied.

“I think so as well..” he confirmed, finally giving the long awaited answer of what has become of you two. 

He kissed you one last time, with more passion, making it last longer as if to savor every second of his lips caressing your own. It felt like a breeze of cold air on the hottest day of the year, so soft and gentle, yet refreshing. It felt warm and fuzzy, as if you could collapse into his touch that was almost light as a feather. You longed so desperately for more, before he pulled away from your lips. 

“I…must be on my way now. I’ll see you some time around, my..dear…” he explained. 

“If you must. I hope to see you soon as well..” you replied. In some part of yourself, deep, deep down, you felt a hint of melancholy. You’d wished this would have happened sooner in the year, and you weren’t sure if you’d see him once the semester ended. This part of your mind, you didn’t even realize, yet you couldn’t seem to brush it off at the same time. It was as though you missed him even though he was there with you. 

“Goodbye, love..” Violet spoke as he gave you one more kiss on your cheek, and turned to make his way to his own dorm. 

--> 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵- 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

♱☾♡ Deep in the past, you know what it meant to me Just a dream, yet something so real I need you to feel, I need you to come with me ♱☾♡

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In the Afternoon: That butler, returning again soon 🕯️🖤

A/N: Hello, reader(s)! I've had quite the chaos going on these past few weeks (more like months), but I've been determined to post something, so have this short-ish Violet fanfic! Good morning or night, wherever you may be, and remember- take care and have some trust in yourself! goodbye, for now!

[sunscreenstudies]

Iconic Things My Coding Professors Have Said (Part 9)

"i did my phd on him. so i spent six years with this one guy, which, normally, would be a sign of a healthy relationship, but not in this case"

prof 1 "don't worry about the oral exam, it's great fun!”   prof 2 “yeah... for us”

"linguistics should bear in mind that non-linguistics, or, as i like to call them, normal people, don't understand this"

student "you mentioned in the previous slide a lot of extra readings"   prof "yes"   student "would you suggest that we read-"   prof "no"

"it could be an issue with your data. As we like to say in the machine learning world - garbage in, garbage out, wha'd'ya expect?"

"so if there are no other questions, then you have the homework, you know your test date, and i wish you a lot of... strength. For both of them"

"Today we're going to be talking about-"   *dramatic pause*   "-the SPACE PROBLEM!"   *everyone cheers*   "Now, now, settle down, before you get too excited, I don't mean the space, moon, buzz aldrin, astronaut, nasa, super cool and exciting space problem... I mean the computer space problem. Like indexing"

"the next example is a lot more substanial, so if you look at this and you think, whew, this is a lot of work, then... uh, yeah, you'd be right"

prof 1 "think of what we can do with technology now, especially in this area. Where are the ethics? We have these... how should I say... uh... gosh, i don't know how to phrase this... there's really no polite way of putting it... um... lets say... ‘companion’ robots?"   prof 2 "you mean sex bots"   prof 1 "well OBVIOUSLY i meant sex bots, david, but i didn't want to say that!"

"unfortunately it's necessary for you to go through this. you need to study and learn and do the assignments and do the exams and, yes, you must suffer... but enough with the damnation sermon, let's move onto the next chapter of hell"

"you need to find similarity in all the different tasks and then try to wisely use copy and paste. look at me, look. at. me. i said wisely"

student "i used 11 output features instead of 10"   prof "okay. and?"   student "i just want to know if that was wrong to do"   prof "did it work?"   student "yeah"   prof "then yeah. what do you want me to do? if it works, don't question it"

"if you don't save everything to your google drive then you might lose it, so for example, if you spend an entire day working on this machine learning assignment and you forget to save it, then you might just be ever so slightly disappointed"

"we decided to switch from r to pytorch because we decided that the lives of students were too easy so we wanted to make everything even more difficult" *awkward silence* "that was joke" *nervous laughter* "not really though"

"we'll be examining this horrible horrible subject through a very appropriately named program known fondly as brainfuck"

"i'm already looking forward to the christmas party where my uncle will ask me ‘so you make software for libraries huh? but libraries don't need software’ and i can say ‘well aunt sarah doesn't need you either, daniel, and yet you're still around’ and then i can explain what i do to him"

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

[saragrekey]

little art chat before I go to sleep… this is nothing important just a thought dump/update/blogpost idk

So we’re a little over a week into my junior year of college and as expected! I don’t want to do my schoolwork I just want to draw lol.

When I first started my whole -drawing everyday to improve- thing last summer, I was just drawing pinterest faces, so I’d spend 30 minutes in the morning doing a sketch and that would fill my quota for the day. Now that I’m learning how to draw from imagination, my goals are so much more lofty and I have a lot more to practice. Which is been so fun!

But maybe too fun!

I’m struggling to pull my focus away from drawing. This was already an issue during the summer when I didn’t have many responsibilities, and now I obviously have a lot more on my plate. And I just cannot bring myself to focus on school.

Which is something I’ve struggled with for awhile, I’m just completely burnt out of the cycle of working at maximum capacity and pulling all nighters for an exam or critique over and over again. I’m just very over it, lol, but on the same note, I have such deep rooted anxiety about getting in trouble for not having my work or getting a bad grade. So you can see the predicament I’m in!

Idk. I’m not very smart or gifted when it comes to school but I got good grades in high school without having to study, so I just never figured out how to really learn and study correctly. Every assignment, lesson, exam is just a task to be completed, not building upon a collection of knowledge. Why would I review the course a little bit each day when I can cram it all the night before the exam and get the same grade? /j

A lot of it is of course just skills I gotta develop. I definitely need to improve my discipline and time management.

This was not meant to be about school lol. But all that to say, I just can’t seem to care about my homework, and improving my art is infinitely more important to me. But that’s obviously not how it works. I have that thing where I crave routine but can’t stick to one. I daydream about having a super nice organized routine where I can fit a couple hours of practice here and enough time for homework and maybe a little time for video games every once and awhile. I miss video games.

Hopefully I’ll find my footing as we progress through the semester. If you see me start talking about doing any kind of inktober, yell at me bc I definitely don’t have time for it 😭

I’ve not posted any art in awhile! I have been going through a bit of a rusty patch, kinda from school disrupting my life and also I got sick this weekend so I didn't really draw at all. I think the current stage I'm at is really committing what I've learned this summer to memory, to kinda have this basic style to draw from. Because it's like, I have the knowledge but if I don't reinforce it I will forget lol. My next big focus is I want to improve on expressions and overall adding more character to my sketches. I feel like rn a lot of my drawings just look like dolls.

All this to say, I did not do my accounting homework I drew Amphibia fanart instead lol. Here’s a time skip Marcy doodle for reading. It’s actually a few weeks old but I really like it, I feel like the 3-dimensionality of her face is right.

Ok bye love u have a good day!!

[reikaryu]

seungkwan as your high school/college bf

mentions of period, cramps, food // inspired by the photos he posted on instagram in which he’s dressed as a high schooler 😍

I envision seungkwan as THE best high school/college boyfriend in seventeen

this is not because he’s my bias haha …

no because he’s just so boyfriend material

anyway so he’s literally so IDOCMWOKC

when you guys walk down the hallways — whether it be to your lockers, cafeteria or classroom — he’ll always have an arm around you to let you know that he’s there and no one can hurt you

it’s also a way to assure him that you’re here, you’re safe, and you’re his

acts as the very protective and dominant one in the relationship when outside but actually wants you to be it

will always ask for a bite of your food when you’re eating in the café (or a sip of your drink)

obviously you don’t care sharing

and when you can’t finish your meal all by yourself, he’ll voluntarily eat your leftovers

will make sure you get sufficient rest when exam week is coming/during exam week

in other words, he’ll force you to cuddle and you end up falling asleep in his arms

you don’t regret it though

his cuddles are <3

he’ll always notice when you’re going to break down when doing homework

will always ask you if you want him to explain the question or take a break first

you’ll usually want to take a break first

but when you’re not that close from breaking down, you’ll get him to explain the question

and now … when you stain your pants/skirt/whatever you’re wearing (due to period)

essentially the only reason why he always has a jacket in his bag or locker

but when he doesn’t have his jacket for some reason, he’ll block the stain by walking behind you whenever you have to walk somewhere

of course he’ll try to get you new bottoms as soon as possible

and when you’re having cramps, he knows exactly what you need:

a hug under the thousands of covers you two have <3

plus a hot water bag

that’s why you quite literally have never experienced those kinds of cramps that make you feel like you’re dying

because seungkwan is all you need on a terrible day of period cramps

now, when you’re in class, he doesn’t display too much affection because he knows you don’t like it very much

he does hug you, hold your hand and kiss you, but your kisses are usually short and sweet — nothing too much

FALLING ASLEEP ON HIS SHOULDER DURING YOUR LECTURES ???

tbh that would my favourite part other than the cuddles

especially during the super boring lectures, you’ll fall asleep on his shoulder and he’ll wake you up only because he doesn’t want your neck to be sore later on

now the BEST PART

homecoming/prom/parties/valentine’s day/whatever similar events

YOU.

WILL.

BE.

HIS.

DATE.

no matter what, you. will. be. his. date.

there’s just something about the fact that you’re his date to and for all these events

to be very frank, it’s better than the usual dates you go on

because you and him can show off what a perfect significant other you have and what a perfect couple you are

plus the compliments he’ll shower you with !?!?!?!?!?

boy will have me falling for him all over again

I will literally MELT in his embrace during these events

the way he’ll hold you 🥺

he says it’s only because there are a lots of people and he’s scared he’ll lose you in the crowd or something

you can actually find your way back to him easily

so really, he’s only finding a reason to hold you

but who said you were complaining ???

to end it off, you two will become prom king and queen or the couple of the year or whatever other similar title

just because you’re too wholesome not to give the titles to

seungkwan will kiss you if you reblog (.◜◡◝)

[eleonora144]

-Study tip-

Academic validation and burnouts

As a person who has struggled with academic validation I would like to shed som light on the topic and help the ones struggling as I did. Academic validation is basically needing success to feel good about yourself, and while is not a problem in it self it can have a bad effect if you over do it. It’s obviously that everyone feels good about them selfs if the achieve success but the struggle comes when that is the sole reason for your happiness. If you put your own worth in things that you can lose you risk losing that happiness and your self esteem. It is so important that you are able to love yourself even if you fail or don’t achieve what you wanted.

Burnout’s can be the result of this mindset because you tend to push yourself far beyond your limits to achieve the validation you seek, resulting in worse mental health and a downward spiral. The thing with rest is that it can not be avoided, but only procrastinated always leads to do it all at once in the end. So when you avoid resting and self care you are delaying it to your future self who will have to compensate for what you missed. So the longer you push yourself the longer you will have to rest. And I’m talking about only resting noting else sometimes for years. When you are burnt out choosing an outfit can feels impossible and working or studying will be impossible. It’s like a slap in the face forcing you to change mindset in order to recover and get back to working at all. If you can’t allow yourself rest while studying or working imagine yourself spending years recovering from a burn out instead. Believe me, not worth it. So if you can’t give yourself rest from a self care perspective do it to boost your future productivity. Resting is not only important in the long run, if you rest the day before a test you will probably preform better then the ones stressing and studying the day before.

Now that I hope you understand the gravity of this situation I recommend doing your own research, but I will also list some things that helped me:

Things that helped me was to plan out my studying. The hardest thing about being a student is having constant stress and pressure even after school hours. When you work you go to your job and then you go home, but we can’t forget about school when the day ends because of homework, exams and everything else. I felt like I was constantly in a sort of limbo, not really studying but not relaxing. I felt bad when I watched series on Netflix or did other things because I felt I should be studying. Planing out when I was to study, what subject and for how long allowed me to work intensively for that time period and then be done with it, allowing me to rest without feeling guilty. Here’s what I did:

-Planning-

-Get a calendar, (preferably paper) and write down all your tests, homework etc. and plan out your studies.

It’s important to be realistic and keep in mind what days you are more productive and when you are tired.

-Time of-

One day on the weekend should be completely free, no school material in sight. You should also have one weekday of. I for example had Fridays of because I knew I wouldn’t study anyway. Doing this made me enjoy my days of because it was pland relaxing time.

You can’t study all day either, so you also need to plan your breaks. You should never study after 19, 7pm (I think) in American time. This is because your brain will be tired and not be able to learn anyway.

- Intensive focus-

When you are studying it should be for short intense sessions rather than long unproductive ones. You could do Pomodoros, which is 25 minute intervals with 5 minute breaks. Or there’s a method called “Sticks” which is where you do 6 sessions (sticks) in one day between 20-40 minutes each. How long one can focus is very individual but study’s show that the average person can focus for approximately 45 minutes.

I hope you found this helpful and hopefully got a better understanding of how important resting is. You deserve it and your body needs it! You are amazing as you are💗 No test results can ever tell you otherwise and no one will ever think less of you if you take a break. It shows that value yourself, which you should, because you are incredible and you are strong. I believe in you!!

Good luck🥰

[sibillascribbles08]

40. “You’re the best of the b… You’re the best of the mediocre.”

Bit of a shorter one but still cute. Was so hard to think of one for this because I knew for sure Donnie would NEVER call Jase mediocre. Jase on the other hand...

Jason sat in the far corner of Donnie’s lab, curled up on one of the bean bag chairs as he typed away on his laptop. Almost done with this semester of college. He just needed to submit this essay and do the rest of his online exams and he’d be free for a few weeks.

Thank goodness Donnie didn’t mind him doing his homework here. The space helped him think more than he’d ever admit. Between the quiet—or the funky beats Donnie would put in the background sometimes—and being surrounded by all the machinery it definitely felt like home away from home. No wonder Donnie also spent so much of his free time here. 

The serene mood was suddenly broken by an aggravated shout. 

Jason couldn’t see Donnie from where he was sitting—too much equipment in the way—so he set his laptop aside and got up.

Donnie still sat at his lab desk, hunched over the small handheld device. A phone of some kind, meant to work inside the Hidden City. He’d rambled about it the other day. While it would be simple to bring down cell phones to sell, building more cell towers within the city, the few tests he’d run with some of his friends gave a singular result. They were not fond of human phones. Not to mention how many variables there were with hand shapes, types of grip, touch screens, and all that.

So instead he tried to combine seer stones—as they were called—with the technology of a phone. Devices that were inherently magical, still able to connect to each other that way, but allowed for far more functionality including cameras, taking notes, and possibly even playing games. 

Must not be going well.

Jason stepped over, making sure his shoes hit the floor loud enough that it wouldn’t surprise Donnie. Thankfully the turtle looked at him, a sour expression on his face.

“Going that bad?” Jason tilted his head at the mess of wires on the desk. The device was still open, obviously for testing, and the screen just had a mess of colorful static. 

“I cannot tell what I’m doing wrong.” Donnie grumbled as he pulled up his screen, checking over his notes. “I’ve got the stones in the right places, all the wires connected, but turning it on still just results in garbage noise.” 

He bent over and got back to work again. He glanced between the screens and the wires as he adjusted a few of them. The screen cut off.

Jason shrugged. “I’m sure you can figure it out. After all you’re the best of the b—”

The screen flashed back on, a screeching noise coming from the device until Donnie ripped the wires back out. 

Jason pressed his lips together. “You’re the best of the mediocre.” 

“Okay.” Donnie spun in his chair and pointed at him. “First, that’s uncalled for. And second, if you want to be smart why don’t you figure it out.”

Jason sighed. This mystic stuff was still beyond him most of the time, but if Donnie was going to give him an attitude he’d give it right back. He shoved his boyfriend’s chair to the side and looked at the holo screen still hovering above the desk. He used his fingers to scroll through it, through the math. He really shouldn’t be calling Donnie “mediocre.” The fact that anyone could put numbers to something that seemed so unexplainable was incredible.

But then…

He pointed at one of the equations. “You did your math wrong.” 

“Huh?” Donnie jerked in his chair and pulled the screen out of the air to study it. 

“See?” Jason pointed to it, leaning close enough that his cheek pressed against Donnie’s goggles. “That should be a seven, not a one.” 

“God damn it.” Donnie pulled the screen even closer as he redid the math. “I must have wrote the number too fast in my notes and misread it.” 

Jason bit back his laugh. “Happens to the best of us.”

“The curse of messy handwriting.” 

“Of course.” Jason turned to head back to his laptop, planning to leave his boyfriend to his work.

But a hand caught his wrist and tugged him back. “Thanks. I really should have you glance over my work more often. You have a much better eye for details.” 

Jason ignored the warmth in his cheeks. “I’m sure you would have noticed it eventually.”

“Perhaps, eventually, after weeks and weeks of frustration at the lack of results.” Donnie put the screen away and turned to face him. “You really need to quit undermining your abilities. There’s more than one reason I asked you to be my partner.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Business partner or partner partner?”

Donnie chuckled. “Both. I know I’m quite a visionary, I’ve been told more than once.” He put a hand to his chin as he gloated. “But looking at the big picture is not always beneficial. Sometimes it’s more important to look at the fine details.” 

Jason’s cheeks burned even hotter. No doubt his face was turning red. “Well…” He adjusted his glasses. “I should get back to my essay, so…”

Donnie just tugged him closer. “Not being shy, are we? Should I keep dropping compliments?” 

Jason shoved his free hand against his boyfriend’s face. “No. You’re dropping too many as it is.” 

“Nothing but the truth.” 

He groaned and tried to tug free again. Donnie let him this time. 

Still, the turtle continued. “I mean it, Jase, where would I be without you?” 

“You would have figured things out.” Jason mumbled and crossed his arms. 

“Ugh, you’re in one of those moods huh?” Donnie stuck out his tongue. “New Powerpoint topic, how vapid and frustrating my life without my boyfriend would be.”

“Donnie.” 

“I’m already planning on at least fifty slides.”

“Donnie!” 

His boyfriend pulled up a fresh screen, typing in notes. “I guess I should include pictures and charts so—” 

Jason grabbed his arm and pulled it away from the screen. Not too harsh, but enough for Donnie to decide to fight back by wrapping an arm around Jason’s hips and tugging him onto the chair. The whole thing leaned back to a point Jase swore it would fall over, but thankfully it straightened back up. 

“Donnie.” Jason glared down at him. “I have an essay to write.”

Donnie just smirked at him. “Go write it then.” 

“Let go of me.”

“I’m not even holding you that tight.” 

True, he wasn’t. Like it’d be that hard for Jason to just climb out of his lap and head back to his corner. 

Still, he supposed he could kiss that smug look off his boyfriend’s face first. 

Jason leaned down, brushing their noses together and parting his lips.

Someone knocked on the front door before it swung open.

“Donatello.” Holly Blue stepped in, paper in her hands. “Bueford called about the dishwasher. He wondered if you could—” Only then did she looked up at the pair of them, her antenna shooting up. “Oh, my apologies. Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope.” Jason squeaked and scrambled to stand up. “I’m going back to my essay.” 

“Killjoy.” Donnie mumbled in Holly’s direction.

“I said my apologies.” The wasp put one of her four hands on her hips. “Maybe next time you want some privacy you’ll lock the door.” 

“We weren’t even doing anything like that.”

“Then don’t stop on my account.”

“Still hard to talk business while kissing my boyfriend.”

“Okay.” Jason shouted from his corner. “Can you both stop talking about that?” 

He ignored Donnie’s mumbling and Holly Blue’s laughter as he plopped back on the bean bag and grabbed his computer.

God damn it.

His ability to focus on the rest of his essay was not coming back, was it?

[itsclydebitches]

Clyde what do you have a PhD in, if you don’t mind me asking?

Television and Media Studies! :D

My candidacy exam prep (which is a two hour oral test you take before you're cleared to start your dissertation) was WILD because at first I thought it was awesome to have so many TV shows down as primary sources. Star Trek! X-Files! Buffy! Breaking Bad! So many awesome series! What's better than watching TV for homework??

And then my advisor was like, "Okay, so you need your foundation in television scholarship, and film as a precursor -- obviously -- and the media aspect, a strong element of Game Studies, plus I'd like to add some more production-focused pieces, and you have your list of 15+ television series...most of which are 50-200 hours long? Idk when you're gonna find time to do all this, but good luck!"

Me: ...fuck.

Me, roughly two years later: Okay, okay, I've got things under control now. Candidacy is long behind me. We're good!

COVID-19: Hey there! Would you like some pandemic with your PhD?

Me: FUCK