#most of the times a student won’t be able to tell the two apart end of story lmao

[acronimica]

so sweet and moving when a professor literally codeswitches from Latin with a classical pronunciation into a Latin with an ecclesiastical pronunciation unsure about which of the two the students are able to decipherate best… actually so lovely

[trustmypoison]

I saw this and thought of you

An Ah! Love one shot in which Jeonghan gets a little gift for Y/N. 

You can find the Ah! Love masterlist here.

Requested? Yes!

Genre: just a massive amount of fluff. I am so soft for this couple.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: You definitely don’t have to read Ah! Love to enjoy this, but if you would like the full context, you can find it here. Fair warning, the word count got away from me a bit...

Jeonghan is in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he hears Y/N huff. It’s loud enough to be heard over the scrubbing of the tooth brush in his mouth and he peeks his head out. He hasn’t live with Y/N officially for very long, but it also didn’t take long to do so once finally getting together. He’d kind of already lived a lifetime just trying to figure out how to get here and he felt a ton of relief in being able to say that he’s in a shared bathroom, next to a shared bedroom, in a shared apartment. He liked sharing things with Y/N. Loved it even. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He says through the tooth paste, careful not to dribble any on his shirt since he’s already dressed for work. 

Y/N is digging through her side of the closet, tossing shoes around. “Can’t find any shoes to wear with this.” 

He dips into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth before stepping out and giving Y/N a once over (or maybe a few times over) and finally says, “Boots? It’s getting kind of cold, after all.”

“Eh,” Y/N groans. “You're right, but I have to be on my feet a lot today. They won’t be very comfortable.”

“Oh. Well, then just wear your chucks. They’ll look fine with that,” he reassures. He thinks she could pull off a trash bag, much less sneakers and dress clothes.

“Can’t,” Y/N laments. “They ripped last week. Badly.” She pulls out another pair of sneakers, though far less loved than the aforementioned chucks that she's in mourning for. “Will this look okay?”

He nods, because really, what’s the difference between one pair of black sneakers over another at the end of the day? Her expression tells him there is most certainly a difference. “That’s tragic,” he says genuinely. “We’ll need to get you another pair.”

“Oh, yeah. But maybe next month,” Y/N says. Money is not exactly free-flowing for two grad students working entry level jobs and trying to afford an apartment in a major city. They’ve made it work, but he knows she’s aggressively penny pinching and will probably continue to for the foreseeable future. “Anyway, they were like ten years old. An incredibly long life for a pair of shoes I wore nearly every day.”

“Chan will be devastated. He puked on those. They were special.”

Y/N bursts into giggles, pelting a pair of socks at him. “You have no idea how gross that was! Wonwoo and I both almost threw up ourselves as a result of trying to clean that up.” 

Jeonghan giggles too, returning the socks and kissing her. “Oh, I have no doubt. I had to take care of him that night, remember? I pretended he didn't exist for a week afterwards.” One more kiss to her lips and he finally sighs. “Don’t be late, I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” 

His heart still races a little hearing her say that so freely like it's an old habit, but he really, genuinely doesn’t have time to run back and kiss her again, so he yells, “Love you too!” on the way out of the room. He'll make up for it by smothering her with affection when he gets home later.

~

A few weeks later, he meets Seungcheol for lunch. They both work around the block from each other and regularly meet like this, mostly as a way to avoid the awkward lunch conversation with coworkers in their respective break rooms. It's also becoming harder to coordinate time to hang out now that their worlds center around a pesky little thing called full-time employment. Thankful as he is for it, he misses his friends.

They’re walking back from lunch when they pass a store and something catches his eye in the window. Jeonghan stalls out and Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. 

“Are you shopping for you?” 

Jeonghan elbows him in the ribs. “No, dumbass. Who do you think it would be for?”

“I know, I’m just messing with you,” he admits with a smile. “Her birthday is coming up, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but… you know how she is about gifts,” Jeonghan trails off. Outside of a single gift exchange for Christmas last year, gifts are just not something that the two of them do. Some couples do all of the gifts - birthdays, major holidays, and just because. He doesn’t know if Y/N will ever be that kind of person, no matter how much he’d like to spoil her. It’s equally endearing and frustrating how non-materialistic she is.

Seungcheol’s shrugging. "You've mentioned it… but this one is functional. She’ll use the shit out of this.”

It’s like a lightbulb goes off above Jeonghan’s head. Seungcheol’s absolutely right and Jeonghan has no idea why he’s hesitated outside of this store for so long. “You won’t hear me say this often, but you’re right,” he tells his friend. “You can go on if you want, I’m going inside.”

Seungcheol waves him off, saying he needs to get back to the office anyway. 

~

Y/N’s birthday dinner is chaotic. Somehow, everyone managed to make themselves available. Seokmin even came into town to visit specifically for this. This dinner is at the tail end of a particularly hellish week for Y/N in grad school - one filled with a few all-nighters and presentations - in addition to working her normal hours at her full-time job. Jeonghan can see she’s burnt the candle at both ends and she doesn’t want to say anything to ruin the celebration, but Jeonghan will. He makes an excuse that it’s his turn with the birthday girl and lets them take it however they want as he guides her out of the restaurant. He expects the group to go bar hopping anyway, something that he knows Y/N would bail on in a split second.

In the car, he buckles her in, patting her thigh lovingly. “You did good, baby,” he praises, knowing how reluctant she was to show up to her own birthday dinner. She loves her friends and would never dream of disappointing them, but loathes that kind of attention being on her.

Y/N gives him a weak smile, “Thanks. And thanks for the escape route, even if it was kind of suggestive.” 

Jeonghan laughs. “It doesn’t have to be suggestive, but it could be. That’s up to the birthday girl.”

He helps her peel off her shoes at the door and they both change into pajamas, piling up on the couch. He knows this is how she really wanted to spend her birthday, so he puts on the show that they’ve been binging and lets her cuddle into his side. 

“Hey,” he pats her thigh eventually to get her attention, but he ends up waking her. She blinks up at him sleepily. “I got you something, but you can’t be mad, okay?”

Y/N frowns. “Hannie, no. You know I don’t need anything.” Despite the protest, he’s getting up to pull a box from a hiding place in the hall closet. 

“Open it. If you still think it’s unnecessary, I’ll return it,” he promises, placing the box in her lap. She sighs, resigned, and rips the wrapping paper, scoffing when she sees the logo on the box. 

“Hannie, you didn’t have to do this. I would have gotten another pair myself eventually,” Y/N scolds, hands brushing across the top of the box of chucks. 

“I know, but I beat you to it. Take a look,” Jeonghan gestures.

Y/N looks at him, perplexed. “Aren’t they just black?” She doesn’t really wait for an answer, curiosity getting the best of her. Her jaw drops and she pulls out a glittery pair of black chucks. “No way,” she starts in disbelief. “No way!” This one is a little choked and he watches as she tears up. 

“I couldn’t help it. I saw it and thought of you. You know I’ll always feed both your chuck habit and your glitter habit.”

Y/N puts the shoe back in the box, hands covering her face as her shoulders shake a little bit. He wraps her up in a tight hug. “Is this a good cry or a bad cry?” He asks, mostly because this happens so rarely that he’s not sure. He can count on one hand the times that he’s seen her cry, and she’s usually quick about wiping her eyes and moving past it. He likes that she's tough like that, admires it even, but also likes that she'll let her guard down like this in front of him. Like he's a safe place.

“Good,” Y/N answers, voice jagged. “It’s nice. Thank you, Hannie. I like that you see me. Really see me, you know?”

Jeonghan does. He’s always felt that way about her. When he met her nearly a year and a half ago, he was totally unnerved by how she saw right through him, but now he loves it. He wants her to know that he’s trying to get her the same way she gets him. 

“So, I don’t have to return them?” He asks with a hesitant smile, though he thinks he knows the answer already. 

Y/N gives a watery laugh, wiping her eyes. “No, you don’t. I’ll keep these. You’ll never be able to take it from me.”

“At least not for another decade,” Jeonghan muses. “I’ll find you another pair then.” He hopes her heart is even half as full as his is. 

[ocean-sands]

Fictober 2024 - Day 6

Prompt number: 6 I'm not giving up Original fiction: Disappear Rating: G Warnings: n/a

Rowen stood in the middle of the apartment. She sighed. Every object in this apartment sat in the same spot. It was as if Eliel still lived here.

She walked across the room and sat at his desk. Eliel was always a tidy person; unlike Rowen. His was clean, no scratches, papers stacked neatly and notebooks put away. Sometimes she wished she was more like him, but he was the one that allowed her to have a more worry free childhood.

She picked up a framed photo that sat at the end of the desk. It was a photo of herself, standing between him and Yuujin, Eliel’s best friend. She remembered getting this picture taken, but she didn’t know he kept it.

She opened the top drawer of the desk and sighed again. “Come on, Eliel. There’s gotta be something here. A clue about where you could be.” Before she could search through his stuff, she heard the door to the apartment close. She shot up and turned to face the door. She didn’t technically break in, but she wasn’t supposed to be here.  

Luckily, it was only Yuujin. Eliel and Yuujin weren’t just best friends, they were the most popular students at Graecen school of witchcraft; they were the most popular in the entire community. All the girls wanted them, all the boys wanted to be them. Even Rowen admitted she had a small crush on Yuujin. The two of them have known each other since they could barely walk, which means Rowen knew him for her whole life. 

“The door was open,” said Yuujin. “I assumed it was you that was in here.”

“Did you follow me here?”

Yuujin didn’t answer the question. “There was a ward of protection on the front door.”

“Oh, was there?”

Yuujin held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

“I don’t have anything.”

“The Augendere, I know you used one to break the ward.”

Rowen sighed and removed the ring from her finger, then handed it to Yuujin. He held it up and looked at it. “So, this is what you used. This is powerful. How did you get it?

“I stole it.” She didn’t bother trying to lie to him. He always managed to get the truth from her. “Why’d you follow me here?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Yuujin. How many times do I have to tell you?”

“It’s almost been two years. You have to think that… just maybe he’s…”

“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it!”

“I know how you feel. Eliel was my best friend.”

“No, you don’t know how I feel!” Rowen covered her eyes with her hands. Normally, she’s resilient and never showed any weakness; never cried in front of anyone, especially not Yuujin. “Eliel is my brother. You may be able to give up on him, but won’t.

Yuujin bent down to her eye level and touched her shoulder. “I will always worry about you, Rowen. And I’m not giving up on him, either, but please, don’t do anything you might regret.”

Rowen wiped her eyes and finally looked at him. “Okay.”

“You promise?”

She nodded. “I Promise.”

[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 13: Green Eyes ||

We’re not a couple.

Jimin and I are not a couple.

We just spend every moment we can with each other. I take him to physical therapy and we watch dramas together. We have lunch together on the days our class schedules allow, and we have dinner together on most days.

We’re not a couple though.

I can tell he still gets jealous when Tae is brought up.

“You have to answer him right away every time?”

“Why isn’t he at his apartment?”

“How long have you known him? Not as long as you’ve known me, right?”

It’s like he has a Tae-radar or something. Every time my phone goes off he instantly starts pouting. Even if he doesn’t say anything I know what he’s thinking, and I know he’ll be vying for my attention if I spend too much time looking at my phone.

He’ll lean over and rest his head on my lap to get me to run my fingers through his hair. He’ll nestle his face into my neck to get me to wrap my arms around him. At times he’ll even pull me into his lap and he’ll begin running his fingers through my hair, knowing how much I enjoy it.

He’s never over the top about it, and he doesn’t directly say that he has a bit of insecurity when it comes to Tae, but he doesn’t hide it very well either.

The end of the semester is near and my photo project is due at the end of the week. After that I’ll have a week of studying endlessly before finals week. Once that’s over I’ll be able to breathe and I can’t wait.

With that, Tae and I have been spending more time at my place working on finalizing our projects. We give each other feedback and make adjustments so we can make sure everything is perfect. This project counts for a lot and could mean the difference between passing and failing the entire class, so we’re a bit stressed.

Jimin texts me a lot when I’m not with him which is great because Taylor is constantly texting Tae, and watching him smile at his phone every two seconds can get a bit sickening. But it’s also really cute.

The two of them seem to be made for each other. They haven’t made themselves openly official just yet, claiming to enjoy the anonymity of their relationship, but they’re adorable. I just wish they didn’t come to my place for refuge so much. They promise to pay me back in their own way once they’re able to get their own place together, which won’t be until the start of the new year. They both have awful roommates so I’m happy for them to finally move out.

Thursday night Tae stays over at my place, this time without Taylor who’s been stressing about finals. Tae felt that they would just stress each other out if they were together right now. Tae is stressed as well and says he doesn’t want to pile his stress onto Taylor’s. I ask why he’s at my place piling his stress onto mine and his response is because I have good snacks. He’s such a pain in the ass and he’s lucky I love him.

The next morning we gather all of our things to turn in and head to class. We’re both a ball of nerves, but once we give our presentations and turn everything in we breathe a sigh of relief. I’m sure we did fine and have nothing to worry about, but I guess the nervousness is natural when it comes to classes.

We celebrate by having lunch at our usual table in the cafe. We still have a lot of studying to do for our other classes, but right now we just want to take it easy. I’ll study next week, I just want to enjoy this weekend.

As we’re chatting and eating, Jimin enters the cafe and notices us at the table.

“Hey,” he says walking over and taking a seat next to me. “What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing, just having lunch and breathing a little relief now that we have our projects turned in,” I reply. “What are you up to?”

“Getting a bite to eat.”

I can’t help but notice his hand making its way to my thigh. And caressing it softly. He’s positioned himself quite close to me and with a cheeky smirk he snakes his arm around my midsection taking me a bit by surprise.

He’s never openly shown any type of physical affection towards me in public. I don’t know why he’s suddenly doing it now, but I can see Tae raise a suspicious eyebrow and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

“Shouldn’t you go order then?” I ask with a smile, but also giving him a look of what are you doing?

“I’m going,” he chuckles, making sure to run his hand across my entire back before getting up to go to the counter.

“Not a couple?” Tae says still holding his eyebrow high.

“Don’t start,” I say trying to avoid the conversation.

We’ve been going back and forth for weeks about Jimin and I not being a couple. No matter what I say, Tae is convinced that we are even if Jimin and I haven’t even discussed the topic.

“You know this isn’t helping your case of denial,” he says cocking his head to the side.

“Shut up.”

“He was practically all over you just now.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“I just watched it with my own big eyes, Mina!”

“Ugh!”

“Why won’t you just accept it?”

“We haven’t even talked about it. I can’t go around saying we’re a couple without talking to him first.”

“I don’t think he needs you to talk about. He just made it clear as day.”

“Taehyung, I will throw a fork at you if you don’t hush.”

“Ok fine. If he comes back and he doesn’t put his hands on you then I’ll never bring it up again. I’ll even let you throw your fork at me.”

“Deal,” I say holding my fork menacingly and giving him an angry but playful scowl. He gives me a smirk as if he’s already won and nods.

Jimin returns to the table with his food and instantly rests his hand on my thigh while digging in to his salad with his other hand. Tae smirks in amusement and I’m considering throwing my fork at him anyway.

“So do you two have any plans for the day?” Tae asks.

“She’s taking me to my physical therapy appointment later,” Jimin answers before I can open my mouth. He turns to me with a big smile. “Maybe we’ll watch a movie later and I’ll get us something nice for dinner.”

“Um yeah,” I say trying to read his face. He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me more than any type of dinner. He turns back to Taehyung and leans his body closer to mine.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Jimin asks with a bit of sass in his voice.

“I don’t know,” Tae hesitates. He twists his face a brief moment and then raises his suspicious brow again.

“Hey!” Taylor enters the cafe and greets us causing a big smile to creep across Tae’s face. “Having a party without me?”

“We’re just having lunch,” Tae says. “Sit. Chat with us.” He pulls out the chair next to him and looks at me with a smirk. I can just hear the gears turning in his head. He’s up to something.

“How’s your therapy going?” Taylor asks Jimin.

“Great,” he answers with enthusiasm. “My flexibility is getting better.”

“That’s good,” Taylor smiles. “We miss having you in class.”

“I miss it too.” Even with Taylor at the table, Jimin doesn’t put any distance between us. His hand is still caressing my thigh and he feeds me a few bites of his salad periodically.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Taylor asks with a shit eating grin much to Tae’s amusement. I’m going to need another fork to throw.

“Well we-“ I start.

“We should all go out for dinner tomorrow!” Tae says cutting me off.

“What?” I ask caught off guard by his sudden suggestion.

“All four of us!” He looks at Taylor and then Jimin. “It’ll be like a double date!” He’s way too enthusiastic about this.

“A double date?” Jimin asks seemingly confused. “You two are together?”

“Yup!” Tae and Taylor say in unison.

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Well we haven’t actually announced it to the world,” Taylor laughs. “But we kind of like it this way. Something about being mysterious makes it more exciting.”

“Oh,” Jimin says processing the information he just heard. Then he smiles. “I’m really happy for you!”

“So tomorrow night. All of us. Double date. Fun times.” Tae says winking at me with that big boxy smile. He’s a menace and he knows it and if he didn’t reach across the table to remove my fork from my hand I would have hurled it at his head.

“Sounds good to me,” Jimin says looking at me with a big bright smile. I guess I can’t back out of this now.

Tae and Taylor continue chatting with us a little longer before heading off to Taylor’s place. Jimin and I go back to his place until it’s time for his therapy appointment. I won’t say that I’m bothered by his sudden public show of affection, but I’m definitely confused.

“What was that about?” I ask laying on my stomach across his bed and cuddling with Blossom.

“What?” He asks laying next to me.

“The…” I wave my hands in the air. “Everything? The touching and affection. In public. In front of Tae and Taylor.”

“I didn’t know they were together,” he says avoiding my question.

“Yeah, and they’ve been driving me crazy,” I chuckle. “They’re cute together though.”

“Yeah they are,” he agrees.

“You didn’t answer my question though.”

“Dinner with them tomorrow should be fun.”

“Jimin!”

“Mina,” he smirks. He knows what he’s doing and he’s enjoying it.

“Dammit, Jimin, come on!” I whine.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “If you don’t want me to I won’t touch you anymore.”

“Well no, that’s not what I said. I’m just confused.”

“So you want me to keep touching you?” He scoots closer to me pulling Blossom out of my arms and sliding his hand around my waist to pull me closer.

“You’re still not answering my question. You’ve never shown affection towards me like that in public before. Why now?”

“I thought you looked cute today.”

“Jimin.”

“And I haven’t seen you much this week.”

“Jimin!”

Before he can say anything else my phone goes off. I start to roll to my side to pull my phone out of my pocket, but he tightens his grip and pulls me closer to him.

“Is it important?” He asks with a low growl.

“I don’t know,” I say suddenly nervous. “It’s probably Tae.”

“He can wait.”

“Jimin,” I whisper trying my hardest to maintain my composure under his suddenly dominating gaze. “What are you doing?”

His intense stare makes my heart race. The longer he hesitates to respond the less I’m able to breathe. He thinks a bit while biting his bottom lip. I would love to say fuck it and just kiss him right now.

“I’m just enjoying your company,” he says loosening his grip on me.

“But earlier…”

“We should get ready to go soon.” He jumps up from the bed and steps into the bathroom leaving me there with more questions than I started with.

He’s just enjoying my company? What does that even mean? Is he trying to take things further with us? But then he pulled back as if he changed his mind. He was just all over me at the cafe, what was that all about?

I pull my phone out of my pocket and as I figured it was Tae texting me.

[Tae]: Now that he knows Taylor and I are together maybe he won’t be so jealous of me anymore 😌

[Me]: Jealous of you?

[Tae]: Come on it was so obvious!

[Tae]: I thought he was being weird at first but then I could tell he was just jealous.

[Me]: You’re crazy.

[Me]: But I think you’re right.

[Tae]: I’m taking a screenshot of this moment 📸

[Me]: 🖕

The way he left little to no space between us. The way he seemed to try making it incredibly obvious that something was between us, though I’m not entirely sure what. The way he spoke to Tae with a bit of sass in his tone. The way he looked almost as if he was bragging when he mentioned us having dinner and watching a movie tonight.

It wasn’t until Jimin realized Tae and Taylor were together that he started to lighten his tone a bit. He was still physically affectionate, but his sass disappeared.

So why did he pull away just now? He acted like he was trying to make a point, as if he was letting everyone, Tae especially, know that I belong to him. Why won’t he just make it happen? Why put up that front but then act like it’s nothing when I ask him about it?

After all he’s told me, I don’t believe him to be the type of person to just toy with me for shits and giggles, but he still leaves me so confused. I thought when he opened up to me about his past that he wouldn’t close himself off from me any longer, but he always comes just short of taking that next step. He has a way of skirting around the subject when I bring it up. I’ll admit I’m not that great at being direct with him about it, I thought I’d be able to ease into the conversation somehow but apparently not.

I don’t seem to have a choice anymore. I’ll have to be direct with him. I don’t know how much longer I can go on without having a clear definition of what our relationship is.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

give me a sign

or: i want to believe!

gn!reader, no content warnings, nothing all too complicated. hello lovely!! so so SO glad to hear you enjoyed peaches and cream - i saw this post and thought it was such a cool concept, so i hope you don't mind me dipping my toes in the water 💕💕 it's not all that long, so i hope that's alright - and please please PLEASE never feel bad about tagging a writer if you enjoyed something they wrote!! believe me, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world, so thank you very much for letting me know 🫶🫶 dear (?) having a very unusual evening in just over 1250 words.

“Can I get you another drink, deviant?”

Something is very, very wrong.

The evening had been off to a lovely start. Lasko had invited you over to his apartment to meet his friends for the first time, and although you’d been a little nervous, you’d been mostly looking forward to it.

You’d seen Damien and Huxley before, but never properly met them. Huxley played for DAMN when he was a student, and you’d been to a few of the games he’d been in. Damien, meanwhile, you’d heard of as something of a staff legend among the professors - one of the most gifted and dedicated students ever to study at DAMN, but definitely not one you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

He’d almost taken one of your classes, but ended up switching to a different module before the semester started - something about a timetable clash, if you remember correctly. It’s a shame. You think you’d have quite enjoyed teaching him.

The other two, you hadn’t really known much about. The incubus, Gavin - for some reason, Lasko won’t tell you how he met him, but the impression you’ve always got from his stories is of a perfectly lovely sort of person. A bit of a menace, but a kind one, and never mean-spirited.

And then, the Freelancer. Lasko always speaks very highly of them, and it’s clear that he sees them as an incredibly close friend - they and Gavin are always inviting you and Lasko out on double dates, although work schedules mean that you’ve never been able to quite make it happen. They sound wonderful, in his stories, so sweet and funny and intelligent, and you’ve always wanted to meet them.

All four of them matter a lot to Lasko, which in your mind makes them all very important.

They’re also very strange.

When you’d arrived, Gavin was already there, relaxing on the sofa with a glass of orange juice. You’d both gone through all the usual pleasantries, and you’d quickly found yourself sucked into a very long and complicated conversation about various sorts of… soft drinks? It turns out that your initial impression was correct - he’s absolutely hilarious and utterly shameless, but backs off the minute you start to look a little unsure.

Damien and Huxley had turned up not long later, and it had been much the same - soon, you’d all been chatting away, before a faintly-dishevelled Lasko had stuck his head around the doorway, glasses all steamed up, and announced that the food was ready.

Dinner was a serve-yourself sort of affair, so you’d all been sitting around and eating in the living room when you’d realised.

Why didn’t we wait for Freelancer?

As you’d thought about it, you’d remembered a few other bizarre things that had been going on, but that you hadn’t really realised at the time. The way Damien keeps directing comments to the empty space in the middle of the sofa. The way Gavin leans to the side and whispers something with a smile, even though there’s nobody there. Huxley’s insistence on bringing five plates and five sets of cutlery in from the kitchen, even though there’s not five people in the room. The full glass of juice on the coffee table next to Gavin that nobody’s drinking from.

It’s unsettling. As Lasko heads into the kitchen to clean up, you offer to come and help with the dishes - you really should give him a hand, plus you’d rather ask about this where the others can’t hear you.

“Of course I - what do - of course I can use a microwave now!”

Just as you pull the kitchen door open, you hear Gavin say something very, very unusual.

“Isn’t that right, my love?”

The door swings shut behind you. Unless there’s something about Damien and Huxley’s relationship they’re not telling you, this isn’t good.

Lasko’s already standing at the sink, but you shoo him away with a kiss on the cheek and a tea towel shoved into his surprised hands.

“You cooked, so I’ll wash up.”

“Oh, you - you don’t have to!” he protests, but you’ve already got the water on. Defeated, he starts to dry up, and you smile at the flush across his cheeks that still hasn’t dissipated from your kiss.

“So?” you say. “Maybe I wanted to say thank you for a lovely dinner.”

He grimaces, and you know exactly what he’s going to say. “Well, it wasn’t that-”

“Yes, it was.” You cut him off before he can finish the sentence, absolutely refusing to have any part in it. “It was delicious, and the others thought so too, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Hm.” He doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t flat-out deny it, which is good.

“Are you alright?”

The question takes you a little by surprise. “Yeah. Why?”

Lasko shrugs, a little too nonchalant. “Just - just, you know. Wanted to make sure the others weren’t, uh - weren’t too much.”

Considering who you’re talking about, it’s a ridiculous question - they’re all absolutely delightful - but you’re touched that he’s asking.

“No, no - of course not!” you say, elbow deep in dishwater. He’s really got to get someone round to fix the damned dishwasher. “All three of them are great - I’m having a great time!”

You don’t look at him as you pick up another dish.

He looks at you strangely, hands stilling in the middle of drying up a glass. “Pardon?”

“I said, they’re great. I was just wondering when Freelancer’s going to get here.”

Okay, you’ve definitely said something he wasn't expecting now. Slowly, he turns the tap off, and turns you to face him.

“Dear, are you…” That look on his face - is he worried? “Are you sure you’re alright?”

For some reason, you have the strangest sense that there’s something wrong. “Of course I’m sure. Why?”

“Freelancer’s here.”

You blink. What?

“They’re - sorry, they’re what?”

“They’re already here,” he explains, like it’s blindingly obvious. “They’re right next to Gavin on the sofa, aren’t they?”

You shake your head slowly. “No…?”

“Oh, I get it. Very funny - of course they are.” He smiles, and if you weren’t so weirded out by this whole thing, you’d be struck by how handsome it makes him look.

“No, Lasko, there’s not-”

“No, no - I’m onto you!” he laughs, hand slipping into yours as he pulls you back towards the living room. “Which one of them - ooh, Huxley put you up to this, I bet!”

“None of them - Lasko, what’s happening?” You tug your hand away, staring at him in utter confusion. “They’re not there, so why does - why do you-”

A call from the living room. Damien’s voice? “Lasko! Come and settle this - Gavin says he - shut up, it is true! - he’s figured out how to work the immersion blender - get off!”

There’s a suspicious thump, like someone being unceremoniously pushed off the sofa, and Lasko turns to you. “I’d better-”

“Yeah.”

You smile, and you can tell that he doesn’t quite believe you. “I’ll just be a second.”

He nods, pushing the door open and rejoining the ruckus in the other room. You watch him go, before turning back to the washing up. It really does need doing, after all.

As the door swings shut, cutting off your view of the living room, something moves in the corner of your eye - your head snaps towards it, but by the time you’re looking, it’s already gone.

It’s funny. For a moment, you could have sworn you saw someone there.

Since I'm so nervous about tagging people, I'm not going to *Actually* tag the person

But you know that fic series thing that @/gingerbreadmonsters made where Freelancer died and Gavin basically broke tthe world to revive them?

Yeah. That got my brain spiraling (i love their writing so much I can't describe it)

The grieving process is hella complex and varies so much for each person. But one of the most common things is the brain recreating the deceased as a coping mechanism.

All I can think of is after the inversion none of the Damn group could really handle Freelancer being gone. Especially since they kind of brought everyone together.

They convinced Huxley and Lasko to get in touch again.

They enlightened Damien that he scared Lasko and he therefore adjusted how he interacted with Lasko to strengthen their friendship.

They organized that bowling episode and introduced everyone together.

So what if the group just mutually decided to continue on like Freelancer wasn't dead and survived?

Like, all the Aftershock were their brain conjuring FL so they could have someone to talk to. All the parties were them just pretending that Freelancer was still there, flirting with Gavin.

Caelum doesn't really know how to deal with the only human that could see him dying, that he just wants to pretend it didn't happen and is just a nightmare.

Dear keeps hearing so much about this Freelancer that they're so excited to meet them. But when they finally meet the squad, Freelancer isn't there.

"are they coming later?" Dear asks, turning to Lasko. He shakes his head and gestures to the empty spot next to Gavin.

"They're right there, Dear. Are you okay?"

Dear just doesn't know how to interact with that so they just don't say anything and go along with it.

[heartkyeom]

grad student!seokmin headcanon

word count: 742

notes: hi, long time no see! I don’t know what this is tbh, my writing has been quite stalled lately but this has been sitting in my drafts so I figured I would finish and post it, I hope you like it. happy new year and I hope you’re taking care of yourself 💗 also sorry for the duplicate line under the read more!! tumblr hates me so it won’t let me fix it

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grad student!seokmin walks you home after your shared lecture that always runs late. He always grumbled that your professor should be aware of the time, and you always agree wholeheartedly. You insist that you can walk by yourself, but he doesn’t mind, and you secretly enjoy his company. You both keep each other accountable for thesis deadlines and you’re definitely the closest to each other out of your cohort. Even when you cry on his shoulder about your research feeling unorganized or meaningless, he’s making sure you remember why the work you do is important. In return, you text him not to stay up until 5 am writing like usual. After you both finish your final presentations on the final day of the semester, he walks you home one last time.

“But still, thank you, I really appreciate it,” You smile at him, but you’re not sure you can capture the gravity of your feelings.

“But still, thank you, I really appreciate it,” You smile at him, but you’re not sure you can capture the gravity of your feelings.

The silence is quite intense, you’ve never been this awkward around him before. Both of you are typically able to keep conversation better than this, but you internally grasp for anything that could make him stay a bit longer.

“It’ll be weird not seeing you every few days,” You admit. He turns his head away for a moment, looking slightly reminiscent of the past few months already.

“Same, I’m gonna miss it. We can still hang out though!” He exclaims sweetly.

You knew it wouldn’t be the same, though. You could spend time with him anywhere, but these night walks were a different kind of intimacy that you didn’t think you could replicate with anyone else.

You were already used to the way he laughed slightly too loud at all your jokes, the way he smiled so bright that it reached his eyes, and the way he always waited for you to enter your building before walking away.

His kindness had all built up to feelings that were more than platonic. Now, it was just a matter of if you could confess to him or not.

“Of course, but I have to be honest,” You clear your throat and he stiffens slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ll miss you because I like you,” You sigh too loud at your own words before continuing, “and letting the semester end without saying anything would make me realize how much I like you. Then, I’d have to wait even longer to tell you.”

He blinks at you, but you notice he’s blushing. You’ve fucked it up, you don’t know why you couldn’t have just bit back your crush like most people could.

Yet, you knew you’d regret it if you didn’t tell him. You prepare for the worst as you watch him approach you, your faces only a few inches apart. He holds your hands in his own.

“I like you too, I just wasn’t sure how to say it yet,” He almost mumbles as he looks down at your hands.

“But, I’m glad you found the courage to tell me,” He finally makes eye contact with you and your heart could nearly burst from how sweet he looks.

“You’re cute,” you giggle. He brings his face closer to yours and it makes you laugh even harder.

“Kiss me and I’ll be even cuter,” He replies. You take the command and connect your lips to his, you can barely comprehend how good it feels. You feel his hands on your face and it draws you into his orbit even further.

You’re almost gasping for air by the time you pull away from him.

Silence lingers between the two of you, and you decide in that moment that you can’t let him get away, not this time.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” You ask quietly, your heart is in your throat but you can’t help but press your luck one last time.

He turns his head away from you for a moment, but you can see the brilliant smile that spreads across his cheeks.

He faces you again and you can hear his excitement before he speaks a single word.

“I would love to.”

[malum-forev]

Game On: Chapter Eight

Chapter Seven

She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands until she saw purple and yellow stars cover her already blurry vision. It seemed the stark contrast of the white chalk against the once emerald green board wasn’t enough of an eyesore for Mrs. Patterson, one of (Y/N)’s teachers, she was insistent on writing everything in her infamous script handwriting. Sometimes, when she closed her eyes, the red ink on last semester’s paper that read: ‘Your closing argument is not only structurally incorrect but factually inaccurate.’ Still haunted (Y/N).

Mrs. Patterson looked down at her polished silver watch, nine forty-five. “Judging by your empty eyes, I think now would be a good place to stop.”

Scattered chuckles could be heard around the room but what was most noticeable was the sighs of relief. The 7:30 pm double lecture was hard to handle but having one of the most decorated teachers in that time slot became almost unbearable. (Y/N) got up to stretch her back and pick up her things as people started shuffling out of the classroom. 

“Law students sure know how to enjoy a Friday night.” She instantly recognized his voice.

‘Deep breath, one, two, three.’ She counted in her head before turning around.

“What can I say, they don’t call us the life of the party for nothing.” She smiled. “I thought you had practice tonight, you know to get ready for the big game next week.”

Bucky clutched the left side of his chest. “You know my schedule? Don’t make me blush.”

(Y/N) hiked her tote bag up and walked past him towards the door and peeked her head out, looking both ways. Once she turned around, she bumped into his chest.

She pushed him away from her and from any potential witnesses. “What are you doing here?”

Bucky leaned on the wall closest to the door and started shuffling through his backpack. “You’ve been avoiding me.” 

“That statement didn’t answer my question.” She crossed her arms. “Someone could see you here.”

“Why?” Bucky asked, his furrowed eyebrows cast a dark shadow on his celeste eyes.

“Your eyes look like marbles when you make that face.” She stated.

His features softened and a deep dimple appeared next to his newly revealed pearly whites. “That statement didn’t answer my question.”

“Your argument becomes invalid once you’ve repeated my structure.” 

“The class that just ended was legal argumentation right?” He chuckled. 

It was her turn to mimic his act. “You know my schedule? Don’t make me blush.”

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back. “I came to give you this.”

Dangled in front of her eyes, (Y/N) immediately recognized the thin gold bracelet. She gasped and took it out of Bucky’s hands. “Where did you find it!”

“I do believe people usually say ‘thank you’.” Bucky chuckled. “That’s why I’d been calling.”

Although this made (Y/N) feel even more guilty about avoiding him, she could never tell him the truth. “This week has been kind of crazy.”

Bucky laced his hand in hers and brought (Y/N) into a hug. He said “Alright.” Without believing a word she spoke.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re coming to the game next Thursday right?”

“I think won’t be able-“

“Please?” He interrupted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked up to meet his eyes, their noses touching. “Okay.”

Again, a smile creeped on to his lips and he turned his head to bring them closer to hers but (Y/N) turned and took a step back. 

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes. “Sorry, I forgot.”

(Y/N) cleared her throat and turned towards the door. “So, I’ll see you on Thursday?”

“I was actually thinking we could see each other on Sunday. Steve is leaving and I have the apartment to myself.” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, a crimson tint adorning his cheeks.

“Sure, just text me.” She smiled.

“Promise you’ll answer?”

“I promise.” She nodded before leaving the classroom. The winter air of January helped her cool down. She brought her hand up to her lips, her heartbeat more present there than inside of her chest, but they only made her remember what had happened a week ago. 

The sound of glasses clinking and her friends’ laughter brought (Y/N) joy. It had been a few hours since they had all celebrated the new year. The scene before her eyes made her feel like she was a little kid again, no worries no deadlines just now.  

“Are you coming or not?!” Natasha laughed from the front door, kicking her shoes off on her way out. 

“I’ll keep your clothes safe.” (Y/N) smiled and headed out. 

The previous day had been unusually sunny, the deep ray of warmth cast over the snow had made some of the water at the lake in front of Steve’s cabin melt. So, the obvious conclusion the group had come to (during the final sips of the fourth champagne bottle and the start of the second tequila shot) was to skinny dip. 

“In some cultures, it brings luck into the new year.” Sam tried to justify as he unzipped his pants.

“Please!” (Y/N) let out a loud laugh. “There has to be at least one of us that doesn’t get pneumonia!”

“Anything bad that happens to you this semester, I’m blaming it on not jumping in!” Wanda yelled as she jumped in. One by one they all shrieked from the cold and erupted in laughter from the alcohol. 

(Y/N) was starting to pile all of her friends’ belongings when she felt someone throw her over their shoulder.

“Can’t let you have bad luck this year, doll.” Bucky laughed as he brought her closer to the edge of the dock. “You have two options: take off your clothes and jump with us or I’ll throw you in with everything you’ve got on.”

Wanda, Steve, Sam, and Natasha cheered from their position inside of the lake. 

“Okay, okay! I’ll jump in! Just turn around!” (Y/N) said through laughs. 

As everyone turned around, (Y/N) quickly discarded her clothes. Bucky peeked through his fingers, that covered his eyes. He double checked that no one was looking, although judging from his friends’ alcohol intake it was possible that even if someone saw them, none would remember. He brought her close to him, their chests touching. 

“Three.” He whispered.

“What are you doing?” She questioned, worried. 

“Two.” 

“James, let’s just jump.” (Y/N) turned to look at her friends but they weren’t even paying attention, the group was too preoccupied with the freezing water to even care.

“One.”

(Y/N) grabbed his hand and took him to the border of the dock, but Bucky brought her back to him.

“Happy New Year, doll.” He smiled before bringing his lips to hers. The passionate kiss took her by surprise. It wasn’t like before, it wasn’t filled with deep breaths and hunger, a desire. It was soft and deep, something (Y/N) had never experienced before. But suddenly the pleasure turned into warmth, a burning feeling that covered her skin. A feeling of all too much consumption. (Y/N) pulled away, breathless. Her widened eyes met his and in a moment of desperation and before she could even conceptualize what was happening, she jumped. 

The cheers of her friends, drowned her thoughts and as she rose back to the top the clattering of her teeth and the drop of her body temperature numbed anything and everything.

Sometime later, once they couldn’t feel their toes anymore, all of them started filing into the cabin. But before (Y/N) could enter, Bucky pulled her aside hidden from anyone’s view.

“What was that about?” His eyes spoke millions of words, those his lips couldn’t pronounce. “I don’t even get a ‘Happy New Year Buck?’.”

“Happy New Year Buck.” She repeated, her eyes focused on the ground. 

He took his index finger to her chin and lifted it up. “Tell me, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

(Y/N) debated telling him, bearing her naked soul to him. Putting herself in an even more vulnerable position than she had been with him some night before. But Bucky noticed immediately, her eyes changed and it was as if the walls had built up again. 

“If we want this to work, we cannot kiss.” She stated sternly.

“What-“

“Friends with benefits, no kissing. Ever.” She interrupted. 

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. He took her hand and placed it on his, rubbing circles on her wrist. “One of these days, you’re going to wind yourself up a little bit too much. And you’re going to fall apart. Everything is more complicated whenever your head gets in front of your heart.”

“Those are the terms, take it or leave it.” Her blank stare challenged him, (Y/N) pulled her hand back and crossed her arms. “I’m going inside.”

In a matter of seconds, Bucky was left alone with the winter breeze and in his hand he held the snapped gold bracelet that was wrapped around (Y/N)’s wrist. 

Sunday rolled around faster than (Y/N) had anticipated. Before she knew it, she had already avoided her roommates’ questions, grabbed some coffee and was laying on Bucky’s bed with only a thin bedsheet covering her, his comforter had been long gone.

Bucky walked in with both of the coffees in his hand. “This kid Peter really has the hots for you.”

“Why are you talking like a transatlantic news broadcaster?” She smiled as he handed over the coffee.

“In case you lost my number.” Bucky read out loud the ten digits that Peter had written on the side of the cup.

“Oh god, I seriously don’t have time to let him down easy.” She closed her eyes and rested her head on Bucky’s headboard. 

“If you don’t watch out, you’ll get a heartbreaker reputation.” Bucky chuckled as he traced his fingers up and down her arm. 

(Y/N) opened her mouth but quickly closed it, she couldn’t think of anything to say. Anything that wouldn’t come out as a lie, and in this moment she could only lie.

“So, this friends with benefits thing. It comes with the ‘friends’ part right?” Bucky asked and (Y/N) nodded. “So, can I ask you something?”

She chuckled. “Sure.”

“No ox two.” Bucky looked at her as serious as ever.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but erupt in laughter. “What are you on about?”

“So when my sister and I were younger, my ma wanted to create like a secret phrase. Something with which we had to tell the truth but she promised that we wouldn’t be in trouble. And since we weren’t allowed to say ‘bullshit’ she came up with ox two. Ox as in similar to bull and Two as in number two, shit.” Bucky explained.

Her laughter did not seize but instead intensified. 

“When you promise no ox two, you have to tell the truth.”

“I promise, no ox two.” (Y/N) smiled. 

“Why are you insistent on not dating?” Bucky asked her.

(Y/N) took another deep breath. “Look, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Great way to start.” Bucky chuckled.

“All my life, I’ve had to work double at everything just to prove that I’m capable. I constantly have to jump through an insane amount of hoops to end up with a great result, even better than anyone around me, especially any of my male classmates. But even when I show that I can deliver better, they say I am just not enough.”

“I don’t doubt Peter is a great guy but, I am not willing to sacrifice everything I’ve done for someone. One single comment from Peter could ruin everything I’ve worked for. Now, instead of being hard working, I try too hard. Because I put my studies in front of my love life, I’m a prude. If I ever decide things don’t work out, I’m a bitch.”

“Instead of opening yourself up, you live in this shell. Only hyper focusing on your goal.” Bucky uttered. 

(Y/N) scoffed. “Of course you would judge me.”

Bucky turned to face her. “I’m not judging, I just think sometimes you should stop and enjoy the ride. I wouldn’t want you to get to where you want to be, only to realize the journey was part of the reward.”

(Y/N) let out a small smile. “This thing between you and me, that’s the most adventurous I’ve ever been.”

“Well, don’t worry about me. My lips are sealed, no one will ever know what goes on.” Bucky closed the gap between the two of them and started leaving a trail of kisses from her collarbone to the edge of her lips, but never once touching them. 

...---...

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[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

Sam has no idea Dean’s skipping school. 

Neither does Dad, but Sam would actually give a crap about Dean’s education, say something about eleventh-grade English being a “key to success.” Kid’s only in eighth grade and already looking at college brochures, hungrier than a wolf at the sight of students walking happily across sunny campuses, their only worry their studies. 

If Dad knew, he’s say, well if you won’t go to class, you can come with me on hunts, and while it sucks not having someone else around, someone in charge who isn’t almost seventeen, time away from Dad is better than time with, Dean’s learned. 

And if he skips school, he can rustle up some cash and get groceries before the school bus brings Sam to the apartment complex Dean told the school they lived in (because Dad forgot to tell the school anything). 

They don’t live there, really, but the school bus won’t drop off at the motel, and if the driver saw the motel, he’d tell the school, and they’d call Dad, except it would go to Bobby because that’s whose number Dean put down. 

Most mornings, if Dean canvasses through whatever city they’re in (right now it’s Galena, Illinois, they’ve been here for a couple months, which is a nice change) he’ll find people’s discarded glass bottles and aluminum cans. He loads them into his backpack and goes to the dump. Maybe he’ll get three, four bucks.

(There are other ways to make money, and Dean knows he could do them. If he wanted to. He doesn’t. He wonders if he’ll have a choice in the end, though.) 

After a week of that, he can go get groceries. 

For this week’s trip, Dean has exactly eighteen dollars and twenty-seven cents. Sam gets breakfast at school for free, but there’s still lunches and dinners all week. Back at the motel, they’ve got half a jar of peanut butter. A box of off-brand Cheerios. Two cans of chicken soup. And the food money Dad gave them ran out a long time ago.

Dean gets bread and more peanut butter and canned pears in sugar and more soup and then he sees a little apple cider display at the end of one of the aisles declaring it’s the first day of fall and his stomach plummets. 

Fall means cold, and cold means winter, and winter means that if Dad doesn’t come back, they might not have a place to stay. The hotel’s only paid through for a few more weeks. 

Dad promised he would call the motel every week. 

He hasn’t for the past three weeks. 

“Fuck,” Dean mutters to himself, heading up to the register. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” The cashier asks, scanning Dean’s loaf of bread.

Dean shakes his head. “Graduated. I’m nineteen.” He’s gotten better about lying about this. 

The cashier looks dubious that he’s that old, but she doesn’t question it, just scans the rest of his groceries. “Your total is twenty dollars and sixty-five cents.”

“I’ve, uh...” Dean hands her the wad of bills and coins that he knows isn’t enough. “This is all I’ve got.”

The cashier counts it up. “You’re nearly three dollars short.”

“I...” The bread is the most expensive thing, so putting it back will probably get him under eighteen dollars--

“Three dollars short?” The woman behind Dean in line says. “I can take care of it.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to--” Dean starts, but she’s already shoved past him and handed the cashier the money. She has long, blonde hair. Blue-ish eyes. Soft lines on her forehead. 

She looks a lot like his mom.

Dean shakes his head. Mom is dead and Dad’s gone. This is just a nice woman. 

“Thank you,” Dean says, grabbing his receipt and his groceries and getting out of there. 

He’s made it halfway across the parking lot when he hears the woman’s voice again. “Young man?”

Dean turns. “Yes?”

“I know you’re not actually nineteen. And that you should be in school.” 

Dean looks down at his feet. “Yeah.”

“But you’re playing hooky to buy groceries, so things must be pretty bad.” The woman stretches out her hand to give him two twenty-dollar bills. “I know what that’s like.”

Dad’s voice is in the back of Dean’s head. Don’t accept charity. 

But all Dean can think about is his brother, who won’t be able to pay attention in class on an empty stomach. 

He takes the money. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” The woman turns away, presumably towards her car. “Take care of yourself.”

(About twenty-five years later, Dean Winchester, rid of his father, in possession of a home and of enough money to buy all the people he loves groceries, will see another kid contemplate whether to put back loaf of bread at the store, and he’ll pay for that kid’s groceries, press two twenties into his hand.)

(It’s the least he can do.) 

[darthfrodophantom]

Ectoberhaunt Day 13 & 20: No One Mourns the Wicked

Summary: An announcement from the mayor: "Good news! Danny Phantom has been defeated by the Red Huntress! At last the people of Amity can find peace!" At least, that's what everyone has been told, but there's more to the story of what happened that fateful night that the Red Huntress defeated Phantom, and it's a burden Valerie will have to bear.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42761970

CW: mention of death, blood, and injury

This fic was heavily inspired by listening to the “No One Mourns the Wicked” opening song from Wicked. I was listening to it in the car for the first time in awhile, and this idea hit so hard because it felt so perfect for this situation. For anyone familiar with the musical Wicked, see if you can catch the similarities.

No One Mourns the Wicked

“Good news!”

The call rang out across the crowded assemblage. The whispers of people supposing the nature of the emergency town hall ceased as all eyes turned to the steps of city hall.

“He’s dead!” Mayor Montez jubilantly cried out from behind a podium. “The Phantom is dead!”

Audible gasps and murmurs echoed through the crowd until a few loud, isolated cheers punctuated the air. Those cheers rose and spread through the crowd until almost everyone had joined in the clapping and cheering and celebration.

Almost everyone. A few of the high school students looked heartbroken. Others were still in shock. And two teens stood at the edge of the crowd, their faces blank and impassive, like they couldn’t trust the right emotions to show if they let their faces show anything. They gripped the other’s hand, a way to show and leech comfort, as they stared closely at the podium.

Spurred on by the positive reaction, the mayor continued to boast. “Yes, the leader of the ghosts and by far the most dangerous - public enemy number one to all of us here in Amity - is dead!” More cheers followed his statement, and he grinned in vindication.

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you all about the many dastardy deeds Phantom has subjected this city to since his appearance. Property damage, arranging ghost attacks, theft, raising your taxes, raising your insurance, decreasing property values, attacking innocents, and of course trying to arrange a takeover of this city by attacking me.” The crowd booed in response to the list of Phantom’s crimes. They acted as one unit, feeding off the mayor’s statements. “But I am happy to report that the actions of your fellow citizens and ghost hunters have finally brought this ghost menace to his ruin and he will plague us no more!”

The eruption of cheers grew even louder. Those on the fence seemed invigorated by the reminder of Phantom’s crimes and cheered even louder. Were they finally safe? Was there finally an end to this ghost panic?

“I’d like to bring up two very familiar faces to speak about what this means for Amity. I give you Jack and Maddie Fenton, experts in ghosts and ghost hunting.”

The two jumpsuit-clad adults stepped up to the podium and were greeted with thunderous applause. Both of them beamed at the positive attention and Jack waved goofily at the crowd. As soon as they came onto the stage, the two stoic teens in the crowd, who had done such a good job staying on the edges of the assemblage even as more people added to the group, slunk away and retreated out of the city.

Maddie approached the podium before Jack had a chance and spoke clearly and exuberantly into the microphone. “People of Amity Park, what the mayor says is true! Phantom has been defeated!” More cheers, which seemed to fill the hunters’ faces with even more glee. “With Phantom, we were able to conclude that when a ghost is bombarded with enough anti-ecto energy their chemical structure breaks apart and—“

“And we can dissolve ghosts!” Jack interrupted and he punched a fist into the air. The audience responded in kind.

Maddie cleared her throat lightly and Jack stepped back. “This means the next time a ghost attacks, instead of capturing it and hoping it won’t escape, we can permanently destroy them. There is an end to this ghost threat!”

The crowd went wild with their raucous cheers. Mothers hugged their children, finally feeling like they could be safe. Couples embraced as they realized they soon wouldn’t have to fear losing their spouse to another ghost attack. A weight seemed to lift off the crowd and brought with it a palpable relief.

The mayor stepped back up to the podium. “We will be relying heavily on the expertise of the Fentons going forward to put their new knowledge to use in ending this ghost threat. But we wouldn’t be able to do it without the real woman of the hour, the one whose weapons actually destroyed Phantom. Please give it up for the Red Huntress!”

As if on cue, the sound of a speeder’s jets shot through the air before the Red Huntress emerged. She flew over the ecstatic crowd before leaping off the speeder and onto the stage in a dramatic pose. Thunderous applause followed her dramatic appearance, and she approached the microphone.

“Like so many of you, I’m a victim of a ghost attack,” she said seriously, and the audience hung on her words. “I started fighting ghosts because Phantom specifically ruined my life. On that day I swore I would make Phantom and ghosts like him pay. Now I can say that I finally fulfilled my vow. I promise you all, Phantom is gone, and you will never have to worry about him again.”

She waited for the cheers to die down before continuing. “That doesn’t mean I’m done though. Just like Phantom terrorized me, other ghosts have terrorized the rest of you. I’m here to announce that I’ll be working with the Fentons going forward and together we’ll contain this ghost threat.” Her voice carried with it a conviction that resonated throughout the crowd. “Phantom was just the first to pay. And for any of you ghosts listening out there - you’re next.”

She said her piece and stepped away from the podium. The Fentons nodded respectfully and clapped, though the sound couldn’t be heard over the roar of approval from the audience. The mayor passed her by and gave her a pat on the shoulder before resuming his post. He boasted about how much of a victory this was for the city. How they’d taken their first significant step towards defeating ghosts once and for all. How evil Phantom had been and how much better off they were now that the mastermind was gone.

And the crowd loved it. They ate it up and asked for more reassurances. And in the midst of their celebration over the victory against the ghosts…no one seemed to mourn the death of Phantom

No one except for the Red Huntress.

~*~

Sneaking away from the post-conference attention had been much harder than she anticipated. So many people wanted interviews or to congratulate her or try to peel her helmet off to see the hero under the hood. She was grateful for the chance to leave all the fawning and congratulations, and even more grateful for the mission that pulled her away. Ever since that last run in with Phantom, she felt like a knife was lodged into her heart, and every congratulations twisted that knife until she could barely handle it. She needed to get away.

The mission. She could just focus on the mission. She didn’t have time to think about anything else if she wanted this to be successful. She always did better when she compartmentalized her brain and focused on one task at a time. Right now, she needed all that concentration on this final request. It was the last thing she promised Phantom before…

She thought she’d finally backed him into a corner. Her worthy opponent and source of all her suffering, and she had him. Injured and oozing ectoplasm from her shots and the Fentons’ shots, he was slumped over in a corner and she had her gun trained on him and she had him. It was supposed to be her triumphant moment. She thought destroying him would give her closure. Would give her an answer. Would make up for everything she did. She had been so wrong.

“Val, please. Don’t do this,” Phantom begged her through ragged breaths. It seemed so weird for a ghost to be breathing.

“Shut up,” she snapped as she narrowed her view to the barrel of the ecto-gun in front of her.

“Just let me explain. You don’t want to do this. Val please!”

She ignored his pleas, ignored the way he whined her name. Her finger twitched, so close to pulling that trigger. Then she saw the blood. The blood swirling with ectoplasm around his body. She had to check and make sure it wasn’t her own, but she had barely been injured. She hardly ever came out of fights with Phantom injured. That had to mean the blood…it belonged to Phantom. That made no sense. Ghosts couldn’t bleed…so why did Phantom?

She didn’t have a lot of time. Her presence would be missed at the afterparty, and no one could see her as she descended into an abandoned alley. Phantom had assured her the special package would be safe here, and she could only hope he was right as she sought out the hiding spot she’d found earlier. She sighed in relief when she realized the location was undisturbed. Phantom had been right. He’d been right about a lot of things.

“Don’t try to distract me, ghost,” Valerie challenged. “I asked why you’re bleeding.”

“Uh, maybe because you shot me?” he quipped back. The casual and strangely familiar way he said that hit her, and she took a step forward and pushed the gun closer to his face. “Okay okay!” He raised his hands up in surrender. More blood and ectoplasm poured out of a cavity in his chest he’d been covering up with his gloved hand. He seemed to realize his mistake and applied pressure again with his hand. “Can’t even joke on my own deathbed. Or maybe you just don’t like the reminder?”

“Shut up!” she yelled again. “I’m not letting you get into my head.” Why wasn’t she pulling the trigger? She’d never hesitated before.

“Looks like I’m already in your head,” he stated. He sounded more confident, like he knew she would continue to hesitate in taking that shot. Well she would prove him wrong! She would take it and prove him wrong. So why wasn’t she taking it?

“It’s because deep down you know I’m not your enemy,” he pushed. “You always come off looking better in fights because I pull my punches. I’ve never directly hunted you down or exposed you even though I know who you are.” That gave her a moment of pause and she lowered her gun slightly. She knew that he knew her identity, but she never even thought how he could have used that to his advantage. “Aside from your dad losing his job, which for the millionth time wasn’t my fault, I’ve never actually done anything to hurt or sabotage you. You have to see that by now!”

“SHUT UP!”

Her ecto-gun whined as it charged up a blast.

She shook her head. She couldn’t linger on her thoughts, not now. She grabbed the package and flew to her next clandestine destination. She poured on the speed and checked all around her for any stray person who wasn’t at the announcement. She wasn’t worried about the Fentons - they were loving the adoration and attention and they would be the last to leave this event - but she had to look out for the random person on the street. The person walking their dog, the older couple taking their daily walk, or a family with young children on a bike ride: any of them could let it spill that they saw her here and everything would be ruined. Phantom drilled it into her head: she could not be seen. The entire mission depended on this. She could not be seen.

She quietly dipped her jet behind the glowing neon Fentonworks sign and snuck down into the backyard. Just like Phantom mentioned, the backdoor was unlocked, and she eased her way inside. The familiar kitchen of the Fenton home greeted her. How often had she done homework sitting at the table in the kitchen? She looked out the doorway into the empty living room. How long ago had it been since she and Danny sat on that couch watching movies and laughing? After the events of the last day…it felt like forever ago.

Danny…

“Val, I need you to believe me,” Phantom said with surprising calm despite having a fully charged ecto-gun mere inches from his face.

“Oh yeah? And why should I?” Valerie snapped, full of spite. “You’ve given me no reason.” And yet, she still hadn’t taken the shot.

“Because you know me.”

“The hell I do. I barely know you!”

“Yes, you do,” he emphasized further.

“I don’t know you.”

“Yes. You do.”

The way he punctuated those words, the look in his eyes, it was so determined and again so familiar. She couldn’t place exactly why. The glow seemed to recede just enough from his eyes that she saw…something there, and she was struck with the feeling she’d looked into those eyes before. Not when she was fighting him or arguing with him, but in some other way. Surely she would have remembered that kind of eye contact though.

“Val, it’s me. It’s Danny Fenton,” he said solemnly.

That shook her out of her reverie and she glared at him, the ghost trying to tell tricks to stop her from finishing him. “Bullshit,” she countered on instinct.

“No, it’s true. I promise it’s true.” He tried to catch her gaze again, but she refused and kept her eyes trained on his mouth instead. She could see a trickle of ectoplasm leaking from the side of his lip. “Do I look like I’m in the position to lie about this right now? I never said anything because I didn’t know how you’d react, but…well it doesn’t seem like that matters anymore. But Valerie it’s me. It’s Danny. Ask me anything and I can prove it.”

Her face felt wet and she realized she had been crying while staring at the couch. She retracted her helmet - she didn’t really need it now anyways - and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

How was she supposed to know it had been Danny the entire time? How was she to know that her ex-boyfriend had been a ghost and a human at the same time? It still sounded insane and she’d spent so much time trying to wrap her head around it. The ghostly menace she thought had ruined her life and terrorized the city had been her friend the entire time…and she’d never seen it. She’d never seen it and she’d–

Guilt welled up inside her again and she gripped the kitchen chair for fear that she would fall over. It gnawed at her insides and made her head swim. Last night gory nightmares of ectoplasm plagued her sleep. After a fitful night she woke only to be sick in the bathroom. Her mind either replayed the events of the prior day or all the other times she had severely injured Phantom, her friend. It wouldn’t give her rest. She couldn’t escape those haunting and shameful thoughts of all the horrible things she’d done to her friend. Horrible things she did very recently…

It’s why she had to finish this mission and see this through. She had to make this up to him.

She walked down into the basement. She didn’t try to hide the echo of her metal boots on the stairs. She’d heard about the famed basement and ghost portal, but she’d never actually seen it. The swirling green cast the entire room in an eerie light that reminded her too much of the glow of ectoplasm that pooled around Phantom. In front of the portal stood two teens facing the doorway. As soon as she reached the foot of the stairs they raised Fenton brand ecto-guns and trained them on her. Didn’t they realize those guns wouldn’t do anything to her? Maybe they didn’t care. Besides, the accusatory stares hurt far worse than any gun could.

“Listen to me Val,” Phantom–Danny said thickly. “I need you to do something for me.”

That’s right, he was badly injured (because of something she did). “Oh right, we probably need to get you to a doctor.”

“No! No doctors,” he insisted firmly. “I’m a half-ghost Val, I can’t exactly go to the doctor.”

It was still so hard to hear. Half-ghost. It made no sense, and yet it did at the same time. It explained why there were things about Danny that never made sense: he sometimes registered faintly on her scanners, he was always cold to the touch, he ran off at weird times, he never seemed to be around for ghost attacks. And it explained a lot about Phantom too: he acted differently from other ghosts, seemed to know her better than other ghosts, and her scanners always read him differently. It explained so much…and yet woefully not enough. Unfortunately she’d barely had enough time to process and really couldn’t afford to take any more time with Danny bleeding out in front of her.

“Right, right,” she sighed as she fidgeted with the ends of her curls. She’d already discarded her helmet and gun once she decided they weren’t necessary. “So what do you need me to do?”

Danny’s gaze grew serious. “Val I don’t know if I’m going to make it.”

“Shut up. We are not having this conversation,” she immediately snapped. She didn’t want to hear that. He’d pull through, he had to. Because if he didn’t, then that meant that she–

“We are having this conversation, because we need to,” Danny insisted.

Her eyes fell to the gaping hole in his side, the one that she put there, and she shook her head. “No you’re going to make it.”

“And I might not. So I need you to do something. Whatever happens…I need you to take credit for it,” he said seriously.

“No. No you can’t ask me to do this,” Valerie stammered as she shook her head and backed up slightly. “I already have to live with knowing I did that to you” she gestured vaguely to his side “but I’m sure as hell not going around boasting about it!”

“I know it’s not fair, but I need you to,” he stressed, and as much as she tried to avoid his heavy gaze, it kept finding her. “I tried to be the hero and to save people, but it didn’t work. I get it, people don’t trust ghosts, and I’m a ghost. I thought maybe I could still win them over, but well…”

He trailed off as he leaned back against the wall with a wince. He coughed as more ectoplasm leaked from his mouth, but he continued on undeterred. “But you can win them over. Tell them you killed me, and the other ghost hunters and the government will trust you.”

“No I can’t!” she protested.

“They’ll prop you up as a hero, and the city will go along with it,” he continued.

“No. No Danny you–”

“You can save the city in the way I never could.”

She could still hear his words echo through her head, and she met Tucker and Sam’s harsh stares. “I thought we were okay,” Valerie said as she raised her hands up to show she was unarmed.

“Yeah, maybe, if what you said over the phone is true,” Sam snarled through gritted teeth. Now she had a better idea why Sam had always been so protective of Danny around her, and why she hated her so much. “I still have a hard time believing Danny would ever trust you.”

Valerie slowly reached behind her and produced a metal cylinder. A Fenton thermos. She showed it to Tucker and Sam as it caught the light from the portal. The light-up gauge on the side was full, meaning it was full of multiple ghosts…or one very powerful ghost.

“Danny, I’m not going to just let you die like this!” Valerie argued. “I get your point about being the hero, but there has to be something we can do!”

“Believe me, dying again is on my list of things to avoid,” he chuckled until it drew a wince. “Ten out of ten would not recommend.”

“Danny I’m being serious,” she reprimanded.

“No one ever appreciates my comedic timing,” he sighed. “I’m not planning on dying, Val. I mean, I might. I’m a bit of a mess, and I know that, but I haven’t given up yet. But Phantom…Phantom needs to die.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t follow. You are Phantom.”

He groaned. “I know, I was trying to be dramatic. The idea of Phantom needs to die. You’ve seen the way the GiW and the government have been after me. My parents are starting to specifically make anti-Phantom weapons. I’m not holding up well in the court of public opinion. I did what I could as Phantom…but it wasn’t enough. I need you to take over because I know you can do it, and they’ll let you if they believe that you killed me.”

He painstakingly reached behind his back and pulled out a Fenton thermos. He rolled it along the floor to her. He tried to avoid the ectoplasm as much as he could, but it still streaked the metal exterior. She stopped the thermos with her foot and picked it up.

“You’re going to suck me into the thermos. Then I need you to make it look like I died. I think I’ve bled out enough ectoplasm, but do whatever you need to make it look convincing. Tell them I dissolved into this pool of ectoplasm - my parents think it’s how ghosts die and they’ll believe you. But you have to make it look convincing.”

“And then what? I’m just supposed to hope you don’t die while you’re in the thermos?” Valerie asked, her voice filled with disbelief. This plan sounded insane. Surely there had to be easier ways than this?

“Yeah, that’s the hope.”

Tucker and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Tucker looked like a weight lifted off his shoulders as he threw his head back, but Sam still kept wary eyes on her. “Well aren’t you going to open it?” she demanded.

Valerie placed her hand on the top of the thermos, but she hesitated. What would she find when she released Phantom from the thermos? Would it just produce a dead body? Would that dead body be accompanied by Danny’s full ghost? Would she just pour out a thermos of ectoplasm because he truly did dissolve? Would he emerge as he was before and in the same injured state? Or would he be back to his old self? There were too many unknowns and too many options for her to know for sure, and too many of those options were not positive outcomes.

She couldn’t imagine what Sam or Tucker would do to her if she didn’t produce Danny out of this thermos, and honestly she couldn’t blame them. She told them Danny’s plan about faking his death, which was probably the only reason Sam hadn’t gone after her for what she did to him. But if Danny succumbed to his injuries inside the thermos…

She just had to trust Danny’s plan. She opened the top and pressed the release button. A beam of blue light poured out of the thermos. She’d never seen a ghost emerge from the thermos before and she didn’t know what to expect. It felt like she waited forever for something to emerge from the thermos - did it always take this long? - when really it had only been an agonizingly long moment. But then a wisp of a figure emerged bearing Danny’s silhouette. Her eyes widened, fearing that he had indeed become a full ghost, but she calmed down when she saw relief finally settle on Sam’s face.

Danny solidified a moment later and landed on his feet. He actually looked better than the last time she’d seen him. His body was no longer missing chunks, but he looked drained and exhausted. His eyes didn’t glow as brightly as they usually did despite the deep bags around his eyes. He still favored his side, and his shoulders drooped in exhaustion. Even if he was on his feet, Valerie could tell he was summoning some inner strength to remain standing. It was easy to recognize because she’d done the same thing so many times in class to appear like nothing was wrong when she hurt all over. She didn’t know who he was acting strong for, her or his friends, but she could see through the act.

Tucker and Sam rushed over to hug him and he embraced them eagerly. They held each other tightly, their embrace so full of emotion Valerie felt like she had to look away. She could hear them murmur things like “we thought we’d lost you” or “never do that to us again.” That was true, platonic love right there. A love she’d never felt, because she’d never had close friends like this. It was the hug of friends who cared so deeply for each other and were shaken by the possibility that love could have been ripped away from them. And she was the one that almost ripped it away. She could have ended all of this. She had been so close to killing him if she hadn’t given him a chance to talk… She almost didn’t hesitate. She berated herself for hesitating. And now she was so grateful she did.

Finally Danny pulled away and regarded the open portal to the Ghost Zone with determined eyes. “We can talk more later, but we don’t have a lot of time. Val will be missed and has to get back to the party so no one gets suspicious.”

That’s right, the second part of the plan. She’d almost forgotten in her stress of making sure the first part worked out. “You don’t have to do this,” Valerie spoke up and everyone turned to look at her. “This whole…half-ghost thing. You’ve got protection without having to hide in the Ghost Zone. Just don’t turn into Phantom.”

Danny sighed, but he looked resolute in his decision. “I can’t Val. Maybe some day I can, but not right now. My parents are going to be unbearable celebrating like this and I don’t know if I can handle it. And I can’t live in a town celebrating that I’m dead.”

“Not everyone was celebrating,” Sam pointed out.

“And that’s great, but I just can’t do it,” he sighed. “And Val, look me in the eye and tell me that if you saw a ghost in the school and you knew you had the power to stop it, that you would just sit back and do nothing.”

She looked him in the eye and he caught her in the same piercing gaze he’d used when he convinced her of this plan in the first place. She tried so hard to say it. All she had to do was say she’d let it go and maybe he would stay. She just had to say she’d let it pass and she’d let the other hunters handle it. Except she couldn’t say it. And Danny knew it.

Her silence spoke volumes, and Danny nodded. “That’s why I can’t stay. So I’m going to see what I can do from inside the Ghost Zone and try to do my part there. Maybe if I can stop them from even getting through the portal in the first place then I can still say I’m doing my part.”

“We got everything ready to go,” Sam said, almost like she knew there was no point in arguing. Or maybe she agreed with him. They’d worked with him since the beginning, so maybe they felt the same about the community’s response. Sam started explaining everything she’d packed and the deal she worked out with Jazz to pass essentials through the Ghost Zone when Valerie noticed three bags sitting next to the portal. She looked around the basement properly and noticed a vehicle of some sort positioned near the portal with more bags in the trunk.

“Wait, you’re going too?” Valerie asked suddenly, interrupting Sam’s explanation. She did not remember this being part of the plan.

“Of course we are,” Tucker said bluntly. “We’re not just going to let him hang out alone in the Ghost Zone for God knows how long. So we’re going with him.”

“But it’s not safe!” Valerie argued.

“We’ve been in there before,” Sam challenged and she glared at Valerie again. She remembered that glare, the one she received from Sam when she was dating Danny, and now the one she received when she was seemingly trying to separate them again. “It’s safe for humans.”

“I know, I’ve been in there too,” Valerie reminded her. “But it’s not like there are apartments or places to sleep. And it’s a dangerous place.”

“The speeder will make a great home base for us until we can find some place to settle. And Danny can keep us safe,” Sam argued back. “We’ve thought this through and we’re doing this.”

“If it doesn’t work we can always rethink it later, but we’re going to at least give it a shot,” Tucker added with a little more diplomacy than Sam. “Besides, as a ghost Danny should have a lair. If we can find that we’ll be gold!”

Valerie turned towards Danny, who had been surprisingly quiet. “You don’t seem surprised,” she pointed out.

Danny shrugged. “I had a feeling they’d do this. I didn’t spell it out as part of the plan because I wanted them to have the choice, but it doesn’t surprise me.”

“Yeah, because someone needs to keep you safe from yourself,” Sam quipped.

“This is insane,” Valerie remarked as she shook her head. She couldn’t believe everyone was actually considering this!

Sam took a step closer towards Valerie, her expression serious. “You think it’s going to be any safer here? We were at the beginning of that press conference and we saw how everyone was acting. Tucker and I were known supporters of Phantom. You think the mayor or the GiW will let that go without Phantom protecting us anymore? It’s not safe for us here either.”

She actually made a good point, and it left Valerie silent as she realized just how deep the three of them were into this ghost-hunting. She may not have directly figured it out, but Sam and Tucker were always around Phantom and definitely helped him. Other people would put those pieces together, or would maybe look to confirm Phantom was dead with the two of them. She didn’t think they’d done anything illegal, but then again, who knew what the GiW could actually be capable of.

Valerie sighed as she sensed defeat. She didn’t like this plan, but it unfortunately made sense. Danny also wasn’t arguing and he would likely keep his friends’ safety as a priority, but then again he might also be biased towards any decision that didn’t leave him alone. And maybe not being alone would be better for Danny in the end. Prevent him from truly becoming a ghost. And given the significant look on Sam’s face as she stared her down…she had a feeling Sam might have the same unspoken concern.

So she stopped arguing and watched them follow through with the last of their preparation. Tucker and Sam piled into the speeder and got it running while Danny flew over to Valerie.

“Remember, not a word. Everyone needs to believe I’m dead,” he reminded her.

“I know,” she said solemnly.

“And that you killed me. That’s important too. Make sure they see you as the hero that destroyed me. Talk bad about me, roast me, do whatever you need to make people believe that,” he emphasized.

“Danny I don’t–”

He shook his head as he placed a chilly hand on hers. “I know I’m asking a lot, but you have to. They need you to be their hero and this is the best way.”

She looked down at his hand on hers. It felt like a weight had transferred onto her shoulders by that simple touch. She nodded her head slowly. She had promised to stick to the plan as her penance, and she would hold up her end of that bargain.

He smiled and released her hand. He flew over to the open door and placed a foot on the floor of the speeder as he turned back towards Valerie. “Amity is yours to protect now. I’ll do what I can but…it’s up to you. My parents might be more helpful now that they’re not focusing on me as much, but it’s mostly going to come down to you. Keep our city safe.”

“I’ll do my best,” she promised.

“I know you, and you’ll do better than that,” he chuckled. He gave her a salute before he climbed into the speeder. The door slid shut behind him and without much more ceremony the speeder’s engines kicked in and drove towards the portal. The swirling green mass swallowed them whole and then they were gone.

Oppressive silence filled the basement. It’s like the basement knew it had lost a member of the house and with it, a part of its soul and warmth. Venturing upstairs felt even worse. The formerly bright kitchen felt dull and muted, and Valerie realized she wanted nothing to do with this house right now. She shouldn’t linger anyways - she needed to get back to the party. It had been awhile and she would already be missed.

She summoned her helmet and glider and flew back to the party. She was grateful for the auto-pilot because her mind was not on the route but on Danny and Tucker and Sam and the life they would be living inside the Ghost Zone. Would they have fun? Would they be safe? Would they drive each other crazy? Would it bring them closer?

When she arrived at the party, some people had noticed her absence, but she smoothly lied about having to check the perimeter for ghosts. She received praise for always working to keep the city safe. Praise for telling a lie…it seemed to be her new life. She never realized how good she was at lying until she had to tell so many in such a short amount of time. And yet every interaction, every congratulation, every pat on her back for doing such a good job made her feel even more hollow.

All this praise…it was based on a lie. She didn’t really deserve any of it. She didn’t earn any of it. Maybe she could prove herself later and earn the title of hero, but she would forever know in her heart that the only reason they saw her as a hero to begin with was because they thought she killed one of the true heroes of this city. She hadn’t seen it before, and now she would pay for it by living this facade. Living day after day being praised for hurting her friend to the point where he almost died, all while having to pretend that she was happy. That his death was good news.

She always felt pride in her work. Ever since her father lost his job and they had to fight for every penny and everything they had, she learned how to feel pride in her accomplishments. Ghost hunting had been one of those sources of pride…but no longer. Now it felt empty and fake. It felt like a burden.

But it was her burden now. Her penance for her crimes against her friend. She promised to uphold her end of the plan, and she would, even as it ate away at her inside. She would hold up this facade for as long as Danny needed, because it was her burden to bear. And even if no one else would mourn the loss of Phantom, she would.

[letarasstuff]

Ranting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: In the middle of midterms, Spencer's daughter has enough and for the first time in her life, she rants to the team

Warnings: one swear word, school, school stress, mental breakdown, shitty friends, a bit of angst (but there is fluff to balance that out), weird grammatical sentences that are according to google correct

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________ As a teenager, Spencer was pretty closed off. But this had several reasons, like being a child (or moreover a teen prodigy) at college and getting his first Ph.D, or that he hadn’t had a safety net of people he could have gone to. So as he became a father himself, he tried everything possible to assure his own daughter that her feelings and thoughts are always welcome and valid.

Unfortunately (Y/N) herself has developed the same habit starting high school and ever since Spencer can’t do anything to get her to open up to him. It’s not like they don’t have a good relationship, they have one of the strongest father-daughter bonds the BAU has ever witnessed. The girl simply has other ways to cope with her feelings and how to act them out in the safety of her own four walls. Her father learned to accept it, knowing that he can’t and won’t force her to talk to him.

So what follows now not only shocked Spencer. But also his work family.

It’s the time every teen in high school dreads: Midterms.

A word a teacher can mutter and a shiver goes through the rows of students in the classroom. Or at least it feels like it to (Y/N). She takes her school work very seriously. In her mind every single grade determines her future.

The rational part in her knows that the grades in her sophomore year doesn’t matter. That they are even long forgotten when she graduates. There is just so much pressure on her. But it isn’t coming from her father.

Spencer is pretty laid-back regarding school. He knows his daughter is trying her best and that it’s just the tenth grade and not the end of the world. School is not everything life has to offer, especially he has to know it as a scholar and profiler flying through the country in a jet back and forth.

It’s (Y/N)’s classmates, who pressure her to get good grades.

“We depend on you and your notes”, Tyler exclaims as he jogs next to her through the busy hallway. “Ty, I know. But I don’t have the time to get them done for all of you to understand by tomorrow. They are still a mess that only I know to see through. I still have to finish my history project and I go to my Dad’s work this afternoon, which means I won’t get much done and I still have to do the homework I got today before sorting my notes for the test in two days.”

At her locker, the boy still doesn’t let go of the subject. “Do you want to say that our grades don’t matter as much as yours? Because this would be a true selfish statement.” Maybe it is the lack of sleep, because she pulled three all-nighters in two weeks, or the fact that she is slowly getting fed up being treated like an unpaid private teacher, but (Y/N) can’t stop her sassy answer. “Tyler, you wouldn't even know how to tell apart your ass from your head if it weren’t for me and my help in biology. You wouldn’t even know how to spell selfish if I didn’t let you copy my answers in spelling tests in elementary school.”

Done with the day and her friend’s shit, she slams the door of her locker shut and leaves a flabbergasted boy behind. Half an hour later the teenager enters the bullpen with her visitor badge clipped to the pocket of her sweater.

On the way there she was fuming. The audacity of her friends. It’s not only Tyler, who tried to get her notes of a unit, she was the only one listening, even though the teacher said loud and clear that this will be important for midterms. A few other friends out of the group she usually hangs out with texted her the same question of when her notes will be given to them. Understandably, (Y/N) comes into the office in the worst mood anyone from the team ever saw, including her own father.

“Hey Sweetheart”, he tries to greet her with a hug. Even though both of them are not big on touch, they are extra affectionate with people they are close to.

To everybody’s surprise, the girl takes a step back, effectively avoiding his open arms. “Hey”, she grumbles out before taking a seat in the chair already waiting for her. Nobody is allowed to sit in this one, except for her. Not even Derek has ever put his butt on this one, knowing the sacredness of it.

Without sparing anyone another glance, (Y/N) gets the needed stuff for that history project out and continues working on it. The team resorts to throwing a questiongly look to Spencer, who shrugs his shoulders with a look of despair. So everyone resumes their work without even daring to say a word.

The general silence is occasionally broken by an unnerved sigh leaving the teenager’s lips. “Is the conference room occupied?” She asks, her voice clearly showing how annoyed she is. Her father shakes his head. “No, not that I know of. Do you need help with your school work?” This is obviously the wrong thing to say. “Do I look like a baby? I don’t need anyone to help with that, I have been going to school for ten years now, I think I can handle this project as perfectly fine as I did since day one. It’s just your keyboard typing that will be the reason for my first grey hairs if I don’t get out of here soon.”

Quickly (Y/N) gathers her stuff and storms off into the conference room. Immediately the team crowds her father’s desk. “What happened?” “Who hurt her?” “Go, talk to her!”

“Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m at the same loss as all of you. The only thing I know is that (Y/N) is under pressure, because it’s midterms. But judging by the way she reacted, I don’t want to go near her. It’s safer to try to defuse a bomb than talk to her in that mood. Last time I saw something similar, her favorite show was declared finished, got a revival and then didn’t get one and nobody mentioned it again. She was so mad, I think it took three years of her life.” A silence of uncertainty spreads through the room.

“What about we give her some room until she calms down?” JJ suggests, being unsure herself how to deal with a teenage girl. But the rest agrees and goes back to filling out their paperwork.

This continues for about 20 minutes, till a loud bang and a frustrated scream is heard followed by “DON’T THEY WANT TO GET IT OR ARE THEY JUST STUPID?!” Alerted by that, seven people (yes, even Dave and Aaron leave their offices, while Penelope was already in the bullpen) storm into the round table room only to see a more than outraged (Y/N).

“Sweetheart”, Spencer speaks to her in the gentlest voice they ever heard from him and slowly moves towards his daughter, “What’s going on?”

Her response is delayed by several deep breaths she has to take in order to be able to talk without seething. “ALL OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME FOR MY NOTES, like do I look like a personal tutor? And when I tell them that I got a life, a life outside of school and grades, because otherwise I go completely bananas, just like all of you say, they get mad. Now they act like I’m the most selfish person in the whole world. I’m so done, can’t they understand that they are old enough to take care of their own stuff? I’m not responsible for them, their grades or anything regarding their lives. Otherwise I would be the mother of at least four toddlers and one baby and at the age of sixteen I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility. I know friends are there for eachother, and I really don’t mind helping them from time to time. But what they are doing is terror. Terror.

“Oh and don’t get me started on their tormention if I get something lower than an A-. Then they suddenly transform into geniuses, like they suddenly know everything possible. Of course, I’m the dumb one. I should have studied more.

“I am under an insane amount of pressure, because I know they rely on me, but enough is enough. I tell them that if anyone asks me for anything school related again and they act like I owe them an answer, I’ll cut off all ties to all of them. What am I, a roboter just there for their needs, without some of my own?”

After her long rant, (Y/N) takes a couple more breaths. It’s pretty much the only sound right now, because the team is stunned. None of them heard her talking, no ranting, like that. Not even her Spencer has seen her like that.

Realizing what she just said, the teenager fidgets nervously with her hands. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, blow up like that. I, I really don’t know where this came from.” Nervously she scratches the back of her head. It really wasn’t her intention to let it out like that. Her plan was just to come home tonight and deal in the confinement of her own four walls with all of her feelings. It’s easier to be honest to yourself when you are alone than having an audience watching you losing it.

Suddenly (Y/N) finds herself engulfed in a massive bear hug. “Oh, my sweet sweet summerchild. You needed to rant to us and I’m so happy you did. Even though your uhm, friends, sound like big douchebags, we can help you sort something out”, Penelope tells her while keeping her arms around the teen.

“Just like lil mama said, we are here for you, Baby Reid. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us something, may it even be as small as you having stubbed your toe.” Morgan ruffles her hair and gives her a reassuring smile.

Just like them everybody shows her their support, be it encouraging words or affectionately gestures. Rossi invites her to a calm and quiet dinner at his mansion, cooking class included. Hotch assures her that she will get through this rough patch, with or without these fake people. JJ suggests (Y/N) comes over to her home and she can participate in a family game night at their home.

When it’s Emily’s turn, she makes sure to get her message loud and clear by looking the teen in the eyes (not as deep as it sounds, because some people make an intense stare really uncomfortable): “If those kids give you a hard time again, tell me. I’ll pay them a visit in classic protective godmother fashion, because nobody traits MY godchild like this. Just give me their names and I’ll handle the rest.” Obviously she doesn’t say this aloud in front of everyone, else Hotch will have her head, knowing she goes through with her threats. Instead she whispers it into the teen’s ear. Still, it makes (Y/N) smile, having such a strong support net.

Sensing the family’s need for time of their own to talk about the whole situation, the team leaves the room. Spencer gestures to her to take a seat after moving two chairs opposite each other. He wants her not to feel trapped.

“Do you still want to talk about it? It doesn’t have to be now, we can do it tonight, tomorrow, in a week or in a month. Just, please don’t shut me out. I know it’s difficult to be a teenager, especially in times like these. But it won’t do you any good keeping all of this for yourself. Today you took it out through anger. How will it look next time?

I don’t want to pressure you into talking. We don’t need to. We can find other coping mechanisms. We can try and reduce your stress. Anything. But we both know that this is not the right way.” While speaking, he takes his daughter’s hand, making her look up to him.

(Y/N) nods. Her eyes fill with tears. “I just can’t keep going like this.” She whispers, feeling all the stress, pressure and the intensity of the last few weeks crashing down on her. Quickly Spencer gathers her in his arms, letting her cry in his embrace.

After calming down, she looks up to her father with bloodshot eyes. “We can talk tonight. But I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything”, he assures her, stroking a hand along her back. “I, uhm, I need a new phone. I may or may not have thrown mine against the wall after getting a text from Tyler.”

Spencer looks at the crooked cell laying on the floor, the screen cracked. “I think we can get that sorted”, he tells her with a smile and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

The two of them leave the office earlier, having many things to talk about and many problems to solve. But with the help of her family (Y/N) gets through this, a time where people unfortunately only like her for her smarts and not being herself.

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[hanazuma-inactive]

Hi, I love your writings ❤. I really enjoy reading them.

Um, can I request Oikawa Tooru with virgin!reader who is (sub, bottom); (praise kink, but doesn't know he has and kinda shy when he knows it); (has shy, soft, and really submissive personality) (3rd year student) ? Reader with Oikawa is a couple of lover, and a roommate. They usually do some cuddles in their bedroom that always started with Oikawa teasing the reader. One day, when cuddling, Oikawa asked reader if he wants to do something more intimate than cuddling and really feels good.

Sorry if that is too much. Thank you

king and his prince, (nsfw) oikawa x bottom!reader

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: creampie, praise kink! flirty oikawa

a/n: oikawa is probs my least favorite character in haikyuu, im pretty sure i hated him at one point cuz of his personality. i later found out from many website i am unfortunately a oikawa kinnie (even tho i dont really think so but idk) explains all the self hatred lmao, again for the anon that requested it im sorry for the bad quality cuz i stayed up to write this at 6 am so undoubtedly there will be some mistakes

:(

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"y/n, my dear prince~ doesn't it feel good like this?"

"t-tooru…it feels good, i-it really does!" you said, messy hair and looking directly at your boyfriend.

"you look so beautiful when you enjoy it, keep up that pretty face won't you?"

oikawa tooru was too popular for your comfort at school. everyone liked him and they all had a good reason to, and that doesn't make you any different. you were shy and didn't catch a lot of attention so you were incredibly surprised that someone as popular as oikawa even wanted to talk to you.

you were smart and in fact smart enough to compete with oikawa. in fact the first time you caught his attention was when you corrected an answer, making him embarrassed in front of the class. he wanted to "settle this" only to find you harmless. later on he talked to you more and more. the contrast of personality of you two complimented each other pretty well. a cocky bastard who doesn't know how to shut up and a shy boy who likes to listen. inevitably the two of you grew closer as friends, so much to a point where you moved into the same apartment unit.

you didn't mind getting closer to oikawa, emotionally or physically with him being your crush and all so this was pretty much what you wanted, you just didn't think he would be the one to offer instead. being enclosed in a space together made oikawa get a lot more comfortable with you. random hugs here and there, maybe a little head pat, and sometimes leaning on each other's shoulders. it was practically a dream come true and you didn't think this could possibly get better until the man pulled something else out his sleeves.

one day you fell asleep watching the tv in the living room. the weather was a little chilly so falling asleep without a blanket near you wasn't the best idea. oikawa came home to find you shivering in your sleep so of course like the genius he is, he didn't decide to throw a blanket or carry you back into your bedroom and instead cuddled with you on the couch, leaving you wrapped around his arms basically unable to move when you woke up.

both of you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. therefore, this whole cuddling session became a regular thing between you two. oikawa being the big spoon and you being the small one. it went on for a while until both of you realized this might not have been the most normal thing that "friends" did. at this point you're pretty sure oikawa had feelings for you, or else he wouldn't have done a lot of the things he has. after a lot of urging from his friends, he finally decided to confess to you. despite him being the playboy he is, he was quite nervous this time, due to the fact that he had to say it to someone he actually has feelings for. so just like that, the relationship between you two finally became official.

another day you guys during your normal cuddling session, oikawa proposed an interesting idea, and to be honest you saw this coming.

"babeeeee, why don't we try something more interesting this time~?" oikawa said, staring at you with his arms around you.

you knew exactly what oikawa meant, you weren't stupid, but you know that he likes it when you act all innocent so you decided to do just that.

"hm? what do you mean tooru-kun? i don't think i understand?"

"oh…baby boy i know you know what i mean alright~" just as he said that the brown haired man grabbed you in for a kiss.

your tongues started to intertwine immediately. this was very much oikawa's style, aggressive and dominant, but soft and caring when he wanted to. the kiss was generally messy but you could tell that oikawa was putting effort into this with all his tiny and intricate movements. a string of saliva connected you after he broke the kiss. leaving you panting and gasping for air while he's on the other side with a sly grin.

"you ready for the next part now?"

"t-there's more ah-!" you gasped as your boyfriend pulled down your pants at once, leaving your hard cock to bounce out.

"of course there is~ we have to tend to this guy don't we?" he said, holding your dick and positioning himself to suck your dick.

yet again attacked by oikawa's mouth you just couldn't keep it for long anymore. it's like his mouth is heaven made or something and it will continue to turn you on and make you cum without fail.

"a-ah! tooru..i'm gonna cum! mmghm!" you said, shooting all your load straight into your boyfriend's mouth, which of course he gladly swallowed right after.

"t-that's it right? i don't think i'll be able to handle more, you know…" you said out of both fear and excitement.

however all you got in response was a smirk from oikawa as he slid off his shirt to reveal his perfectly toned abs.

"almost done, pretty boy."

something about that word, made your half flaccid cock immediately rise up and become as hard as your boyfriends again.

"heh? what a strange reaction, could this mean…" oikawa leaned in closer, enough so that all the hair near your ears would stand up and said,

"my prince likes to be praised?"

you've heard about this so-called praise kink before but didn't exactly think you'd be into it this much. your face turned redder than they already are and you just wanted to cover your face and run away.

"aw, c'mon, it's cute! and if you like it-' oikawa said, spreading your legs open, exposing your asshole and angling his cock head to the entrance of it.

"i might just praise you a little more than usual, hm?"

your boyfriend was hot but this was undoubtedly the most attractive he's ever been. towered over you whispering praises in your ear as he prepared you with his fingers for something bigger that's about to come next. without a warning oikawa began to inch his way into your ass, moving and adjusting his cock to fit your tight asshole.

"you're taking me so well baby...keep doing just that alright? i know you're so good for me aren't you?" oikawa said, leaning closer at you.

at a loss for words due to how flustered you are, you could only give your boyfriend a little nod and covered your face with your arms while flashing a little red on your cheeks once again.

"y/n, my dear prince~ doesn't it feel good like this?"

"t-tooru…it feels good, i-it really does!" you said, messy hair and looking directly at your boyfriend.

"you look so beautiful when you enjoy it, keep up that pretty face won't you?"

the praises that he showered you with were too much. you were already so sensitive since it was your first time and all. now with all these lustful words turning you on, you couldn't hold it in anymore and came onto your stomach while your boyfriend continued to make slow but deep thrusts onto your prostate.

your head was still a little fuzzy but you could still feel your boyfriend jerking his hips faster and faster, ending with a long thrusts at the end which wasn't hard to assume that your boyfriend came inside you, just like how you wanted it. before passing out from bliss, a hand cupped your cheek followed with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"you did so well baby…i know you're tired so rest now, i'll be here alright."

you couldn't be more happy, with such a loving and caring boyfriend. that being said, you fell into his arms once again and slipped into your dreams even thought they have already become reality.

[ka-za-ri]

Study Session (Barbatos x F!Reader)

I said I wanted tail fucking. So I made it happen. Unedited bc Yolo

Pairing: Barbatos x Reader, hint of Diavolo x Reader Genre: PwP Smut Wordcount: ????   Tags: Smut, porn without plot, gaping holes, double penetration, demon sex, tail sex, bondage, slight degradation, size kink, deep penetration, hints of breeding kink Summary: Barbatos’ teaching methods are unorthodox, but effective

As a demon in control of time itself, it wasn’t a surprise that Barbatos excelled in history. When he offered to give you extracurricular lessons in his free time to help you float your grade in Demonic History, you were more than eager to jump on the chance to spend more time with him and get some much needed help with a subject you struggled in. You expected him to be strict. With the way he regularly carried himself, you knew that he wouldn’t go easy on you. What you didn’t expect was to be face down, ass up on a couch in a parlor. Your arms flush against your side as your wrists were tied to your bent knees. A spreader bar kept your legs apart and your pussy easily accessible during his lesson. He expected you to be in that position for hours considering how much you had to go through and at least had the foresight to wedge a cushion under you to help you hold the pose he put you in. Your underwear had been pushed to the side at the beginning, but after it slipped back over your holes, Barbatos made the executive decision to just rip them off for the remainder of his lecture. He had gagged you. Something about “We must make sure we do not disturb Lord Diavolo while he is working.You can save any questions you have for the end of the lesson” You were a drooling mess with your mouth stretched open over the gag, your muffled moans interspersed with labored, deep breathing through your nose. The butler sat in front of you, his crotch in full view so you could see how much he was enjoying his private lecture with you. You noticed his long tail snake around you, caressing your back and flipping over your skirt so he had full access to your holes and your ass. All the while, he continued to nonchalantly read from the book in his hand. The cool air hitting your heated core only made your focus blurry and his words faded away as you tried to hide your arousal. You were fading away into a land of fantasy until you felt something gently stroke your sopping folds. The tip of his split tail trailed up and down your pussy, coating itself in your essence. You looked up at him expectantly, hoping he would continue but he only glanced down at you for a brief moment before continuing onto the next paragraph. His tail stopped its ministrations and he waited for you to catch your breath. “Good students get rewarded for paying attention.” He explained coolly when you let out a needy whine, struggling against your restraints and pressing yourself closer to the teasing tip of his tail. He smirked and only waited for you to get the hint. Not moving nor giving you any of the pleasure you craved until you behaved as he saw fit. Only then did he continue to play with your pussy. The twin tips of his tail spread your lips apart as he educated you on the long history of Demonic royalty. Your hot hole ached to be filled, yet he only ever teased at its entrance. He knew what you wanted and he wasn’t about to give it to you until you proved to him you were a good student. His lecture dragged on, but you desperately hung onto every word, committing them to memory in his sultry voice if only for a chance to be satisfied. His tail eventually slipped into you and the lewd moan that came from the back of your throat was louder than you anticipated. Barbatos chuckled, pushing one split end into you while the other circled your clit. You whined, breathing heavily through your nose as his words once again faded into the back of your mind while you were awash with pleasure. Thin as the tips were, they were dexterous and the tip that was within you squirmed inside of you, pressing and and exploring all your sensitive spots. The tip on the outside focused on your swollen clit, giving it all the attention you could wish for, pushing back the fleshy hood and stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves directly. “Are you ready for the next lesson? The timeline of Demon... conquests is a long one and I do hope you won’t be falling asleep.” You whined, nodding vigorously and you were rewarded with the feeling of his tail pushing further into you. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned. You weren’t filled yet, not nearly satisfied with the teasing he was giving you. But perhaps, if you were able to pay attention for the rest of his lessons, he would give you more. Your poor, sensitive clit was being worked into a state of over stimulation. The tip of his tail rubbed it in all the best ways. He had barely begun the next lecture before you let out a muffled scream, clenching around the thin appendage inside of you while he continued to  relentlessly rub your clit. Your ears rang, from the force of your orgasm, but Barbatos didn’t seem to pay you any mind, easily reading from his book and slowly thrusting his tail in and out of you while you struggled to focus. He no longer sat in front of you. The last time you looked, you could see a growing bulge in his pants and you were grateful to know he was somewhat affected by all of this as well. He stood behind you now, getting a full view of your ass and your dripping hole. Your swollen pussy and clit was a lovely, enticing sight and he gently ran his hand up and down your soaked thighs, trailing it up to cup your ass before giving it a firm slap. “Pay attention. I shouldn’t have to tell you this twice.” You let out a pathetic whimper, wishing you could at least beg for him to fuck you. But the gag in your mouth prevented you from expressing your deepest desires. “No wonder you’re failing. Look at you.” He sneered, slapping your ass once more. The tip that was caressing your clit now joined the one inside of you. The twin tips squirmed and writhed in your tight walls, pressing up against the sensitive channel and you shuddered as they pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, exploring every nook and cranny of your most sacred hole. “You’re so easily distracted. How disappointing.” The lesson had been put aside for the time being. He was much more focused on your punishment now for being unable to pay attention. The tips of his tail retreated to your entrance once again, this time scissoring you open, exposing you the demon behind you. “How disgusting... you’re so turned on by my tail.” He cooed, the slightest hint of malice in his voice. Somewhere in the interim, he had removed his gloves and now his soft hands traced slick trails of essence that flowed down your thighs before he pushed two fingers into your open hole. Your cunt eagerly accepted the digits, clenching around them while his tail continued to keep the entrance stretched wide for him. The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of you filled the room for a few minutes before he casually went back to discussing Demonic history as if he wasn’t finger fucking you to oblivion at that moment. You remembered cumming around his fingers around the time he told you about Lord Diavolo taking reign over the Devildom. Whatever names that came before that were a blur as you reeled in the sensation of our climax. His tail at last left your abused pussy alone as his fingers withdrew from you. You could hear Barbatos taking a moment to lewdly lick his fingers clean while he took a pause in between his lesson to let you soak in his teachings. That didn’t last very long though as he started speaking about his Lord’s early years on the throne. His tail once again entered you. This time, the tapered tip reached further inside of you than before. This time, it was a test to see how much of him you were willing to take. This time, you were gasping behind your gag, struggling for breath as he inched himself further and further inside of you. The writhing tips of his tail pushing aside your walls to make room for him until they stopped at your cervix. Tears started to roll down your eyes as you tried to comprehend Diavolo’s early achievements all the while the tip of his tail probed at your deepest spot and your entrance was stretched painfully wide open. He toyed at the tightly closed entrance within you, briefly teasing it before he started a regular thrusting pace in and out of you. Your pussy eagerly accepted the abuse, loving every inch of his tail that fucked you, its slick, smooth surface glided along your walls and sent you into paradise. And then, the pace quickened as he excitedly discussed even more of his history of service to Diavolo. The tips of his tail no longer teased at your cervix, they demanded entrance and they forcibly wriggled their way into you, hitting you deeper than before. Your very core was touched as he found himself exploring your womb and the carnal thoughts of filling it up with his seed interrupted his lesson for a bit. “Which... brings us to up to more present day.” He finally announced once he was satisfied with exploring you with his tail. “I hope you got all of that... I will be testing you later on this.” You gave him a feeble nod and a quite whine in confirmation. You weren’t sure how much you had actually learned considering how many times your mind had blanked out when you came around his tail. “Very good. I think it’s time for a well deserved break.” You heard the rustle of fabric and you heard the tell tale sounds  of him releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. Glancing back, you took a look at it in its fully erect glory. His cock looked as  if the tips of his tails had twisted together into a tapered spiral. Precum dribbled freely from the tip. His gaze met yours and with one last knowing smile, he plunged into your waiting hole. You could feel every ridge and bump of his cock as he entered your abused hole without much effort at all. His tail found the tight ring of muscle that held your asshole closed and started to tease there too while he set a brutally quick pace. His hand laced through your hair and pulled your head up to give him better leverage as he pounded into you. He knew just how deeply he had to go in order to fill your womb with his seed. As composed as he seemed to be on the regular, he wasn’t immune to the base needs of a demon. His dick dragged itself along your sore walls, relishing in how tight you were even after his tail had fucked you so thoroughly. Speaking of which, that appendage, still liberally lubricated with your essence had found its way past your anus and you were soon met with the feeling of being filled in both your holes. Though the base of his cock wasn’t as thick as his tail, the feeling of being penetrated in both holes had you stretched and full in a way you never experienced before. He worked your body like a toy, his tail and cock thrusting in rhythm that had you seeing stars. Barbatos was a much stricter teacher and a harsher lover than you could ever imagine. He knew the deepest parts of you and knew how you craved fitting every inch of him inside of you. He knew how hard to thrust to have you wheezing past your gag. He knew everything and you were more than happy to let him use you as he saw fit. The butler’s fingers dug into your hips as he held you in place while he fucked you, angling you so he could go deeper reach you right in the womb and breed your pretty little body until it was full of his seed. The thought of seeing your hole dripping with his cum was the last thing he needed to be sent over the edge. With a hard thrust from his cock and a harder push from his tail, he buried himself as deep as possible inside of you, releasing his load and flooding your canal with his essence. He groaned, panting in the after wake of his release. The warmth of his seed in you brought your walls down once again and you clenched around him, milking and accepting all he gave you. Pulling out slowly, he was met with the vision he had imagined. Your pussy gaping wide, dripping with a mixture of your fluids and his cum. His tail also retreated and he was pleasantly surprised at how lovely you looked with both your holes stretched open. He hummed in content, his finger trailing up and down your thighs, admiring the slick mess there. “Ah, I take it the lesson went well then?” Diavolo’s voice rang through the room and you felt a thrill of embarrassment and shock run through your spine. You squirmed, trying to close your legs and expose less of yourself to the Demon prince, but a firm slap on your ass caused you to stop. Your face flushed and you buried it the drool soaked cushion below you. “Very well. I’m sure she’s learned a lot.” Barbatos’ voice was cool and calm. He at last worked the gag off of you and once it was removed, you gasped for air relieved to at last take a deep breath unhindered. “I was just about to test her on what she learned. Would you like to oversee that?” “Oh, absolutely.” Diavolo’s tone was chipper and eager. You wondered just how much you would be able to recite after a lesson like that and your mind scrambled to recall the lectures Barbatos had given you. In your frantic recollecting, you had missed the sound of the demon prince’s pants coming undone, and it wasn’t until you felt the hot and heavy weight of his cock on your ass cheek when you realized what was about to happen. “So... start at the very beginning.” He announced, rubbing his cock in the juices that were liberally flowing out of you. Even if you had just cum, even if you were tired and over stimulated, the thought of accepting the prince had you wet and aching for him to fill you up. A quick glance back and your heart skipped a beat seeing his size and the regal shape of his knot. You gulped and quickly went back to recalling your ‘lessons.’ “What did you learn about our history?” he asked, pushing the thick, bulbous head into your sore pussy. “It’s been a while. I’m sure I could use a refresher.” You gasped and started babbling. No amount of preparation could have allowed you to be prepared for taking Diavolo, but you were a good student and you were going to show them just how much you learned. And for every inch of him you took, you remembered yet another fact from Barbatos’ lecture. Surely after this, you would pass your classes with flying colors, though; the thought of failing them more often was rather enticing.

[nishiannoya]

ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜғғ (ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴇʀɪᴇs)

ft. (Kenma) (Atsumu) (Kita) (Noya) (SUGA)

gn!reader x sugawara koushi, language, borderline sfw, very suggestive (1.3k word count)

۞  He obviously likes you a lot too, so it confuses you as to why he hasn't made a move on you.

(part 1)

Dating Sugawara is pretty much exactly how you fantasized when you were back in high school: going to trendy cafe’s, taking lots of pictures at the zoo, him being nice and funny, and all around just enjoying each other’s company as you get to know one another. By the 5th date you already know all the names of his problem students and he knows of most of your friends by moniker

You text a lot when you can’t meet up. You live in different cities, but honestly you like the distance for now. Your last relationship left you feeling void of independence, so you’re happy to take things nice and slow with Suga. 

However, one aspect of your relationship seems to not be moving at all. You’ve been dating for almost 3 months now and you two still haven’t kissed!

You like him a lot, and just like Sawamura said, he's pretty normal despite his dramatics at the reunion. Though you did mention one time that your last relationship wasn’t so great and Suga-san looked like he was going to murder someone. He obviously likes you a lot too, so it confuses you as to why he hasn't made a move on you.

That was what you thought, at least. He looks particularly handsome tonight with his hair slicked back (ever since you mentioned you like it like that) and his crisp white button down paired with a deep purple paisley tie. Every time you look at him, you find yourself focusing on his lips and getting distracted by plotting to capture them. The more time goes on, the more you stress out over the perfect moment to do it.

As you get ready to meet up with him, this time he's coming to you, you tell yourself that you're gonna do it. Just grab him and kiss him sometime before the date is over. No big deal. You're both grown up, experienced adults, so what's a small kiss?

Nearing the end of your dinner date, Sugawara walks you back to your apartment building. Usually you say goodbye at the bottom of the stairs, but you haven't quite worked up the courage to plant one on him, and hope you can find it in the next 3 minutes. You feel your face warm up as you ask him to walk you to your door, making up some excuse about a weird neighbor. He innocently agrees, almost making you feel like a creep for wanting to make a move on him.

"So, I'll see you next week?" He says with a smile once you reach your door. You bite the inside of your lip and and look at him long and hard before taking a deep breath. 

"Is everything okay?" He asks, eyebrows knit in concern but quickly shoot up when you take a step towards him and grab him by the tie, pulling his face only inches from yours.

You watch as his face goes from clueless to clued-in within a second. Suddenly his eyes go dark, his shoulders straighten, and a playful smirk graces his lips that you keep eyeing. 

"Oh? Are you going to kiss me?" He says teasingly, making you flush at his change in demeanor. He's been nothing but polite and pleasant with you, so to see his cheeky side is kind of hot.

"Thinking about it," you say as if your heart isn't flopping around inside your chest like a fish.

"So have I," he says smoothly as he catches your chin with his index finger and thumb, causing you to feel a tickling heat in your ears. 

"Then what's been taking you so long?" You muse, trying to match his suave tone, but slowly feel yourself getting pulled in by his gravity.

He chuckles and it's just so....sexy? You've been so charmed by his kindness and refreshing nature that you overlooked the confidence underneath it all. Your breath feels heavier under his unbreakable gaze into your eyes. He places his other hand on your hip and pulls you in closer, leaning his mouth to your ear. 

"If I do, I won't be able to hold back."

A shiver runs up your back at his words. Suga lifts his head up to see your face, brows pulling together in pain from the sudden need you feel in your chest, eyes lidded and hazy wantonly, and lips parted in want of his. The pad of his thumb strokes the corner of your lip as you see him struggle for just a moment.

"Please?" You say meekly.

And that's all it takes. It's soft and sweet for all but a second before his hand moves from your chin to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair while his other arm snakes around you, pulling you deep into a kiss that has you moaning into his mouth. So fast, but certainly not unwelcome. His tongue is already wrestling against yours as your hands let go of their grip on his tie and undo the top two buttons of his shirt, slipping your fingers under his collar and behind his neck to gently claw at his skin.

Slowly you back up from the force of his want until you feel your front door pressed against your back. His hands are now on your waist, fingers gripping the flesh of your back as he forces his knee between your legs to press himself even closer to you. Teeth nip and bite at your bottom lip making you whimper with each sensation. You gasp when his lips leave yours and then immediately starts placing indiscriminate kisses and licks all along side your neck.

His little praises of how pretty you look and how cute you sound practically have your eyes rolling back into your head as he whispers them in into your ear. You lift your leg that isn't trapped by his and hook it around his thigh, slowly rolling your hips against him as he kisses you again. His hands massage their way down your waist to your ass, grabbing it and pulling your lower half further up his leg to help you work yourself more against him.

"Fuck, you're so good and needy for me," he curses when he pulls back to see your face completely flushed, lips shining in his saliva, and eyes completely glossed over in lust. His hands let go of your bottom and come up to stroke the side of your cheek so sweetly. He chuckles at how good of a job he did at getting you worked up as you're already trying to pull his face back to you.

He continues to look at you for a few more seconds before letting out a huff and releasing his hold on you. You hum a little groan at the space between you, but you wait for his move, completely at his will as your entire body feels like it's going to collapse if you don't get him back on you in the next 20 seconds.

He leans in again and places a short, sweet kiss on your lips, the kind that would be more suitable for a first kiss than a heated make out session. You sigh a dreamy breathy sigh when you open your eyes after he moves back.

Just as you find your voice to ask him to wait while you dig out your apartment key, he places another kiss on top of your forehead.

"I'll see you next week," he says, and you nearly cry out in disappointment. 

He smiles at you as you struggle to speak through your frustration, knowing exactly how he's leaving you. He takes off with an innocent wave as you're left clutching your hands to your chest against your door.

Liar liar liar liar liar, is all you can think as you fumble with your keys. He definitely was able to hold back.

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[sunshineseung]

Overdue // Bang Chan

🍄 | genre: smut (18+ !!! minors DNI) ☁️ | pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x gender neutral!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.1k 🌸 | includes: public sex (library/restroom), sub!chan, dom!reader, anal vibrator, handjob (giving), orgasm control, cum swallowing, praise, degradation, humiliation, practically no aftercare... sorry chan

☀️ | synopsis: Of all the people to have a crush on you, it had to be the sweetest, most innocent boy in your class, didn’t it? Channie’s always so adorable and kind. There’s no way you’d ever be able to ruin him... unless he gave you the chance, of course. 

Everyone knows Chan has a crush on you. He doesn’t hide it nearly as well as he thinks. He’s usually the cutest, bubbliest boy on the planet, but around you he’s super quiet and shy. Although that might seem like a detriment to his chances with you, his meekness only makes him hotter, or at least in your perverted eyes.

There’s something primal inside you. You see this adorable, sheepish man and there’s a demon in your brain that tells you to ruin him. From what you hear from other people, Chan is very inexperienced, which makes you want him more. You don’t want to scare him away with your despicably naughty thoughts, and yet there’s something in his eyes that gleams when you look at him, and you know he feels it too. In your head, his innocence is all a façade, and you’re the only one that he wants to put him in his place.

There’s no time for that now. Finals are coming up and you have to study. The crowded library has students and strangers at every table, some with friends and others, like you, alone. Lucky for you, Chan is sitting alone across the room perfectly in your line of sight. His presence makes studying easier just because whenever you want to take a break, you can look at his pretty face.

Chan’s eyes catch onto yours as you look at him with the primal hunger you assume he’s fearful of. His breath hitches, not expecting to meet your gaze, especially when you look so demented. He looks back down at his textbook, rolling his finger over the page while biting his lip, although you can’t tell if it’s an anxiety lip bite or a horny lip bite.

Chan meekly walks over to where you’re sitting while his eyes are aimed down the floor. His arm reaches out to you, handing you a small remote controller with no prominent markings to hint at what it’s for.

“What’s this?” Your voice is a soft whisper as you lean towards Chan to make sure he hears you. He bites his lip and walks away, sitting back behind the desk as if nothing happened. His nose is buried in his book again before you have time to fathom what’s going on.

Shrugging, you put the controller on your leg before going back to your book, reading through a few pages before you catch a glimpse of the mysterious controller in your peripheral vision. The ambiguity of the situation is giving you a headache, and Chan’s shyness isn’t helping at all. You know you won’t get an answer from walking up to him and asking, so you take the remote in your hand after setting down your book.

The remote has two arrows: one facing up, and another facing down. The only logo on the control says a brand name you’ve never heard of. Your thumb hovers over the topmost arrow as you internally argue with yourself whether or not you should press the button. As you apply pressure to the button, you look at Chan. If this tiny machine controls any sort of explosive, someone’s in for a surprise.

He shakes. He bites his lip and he shakes. That’s it? What is this?!

You press the button again, making Chan cover his face with his sweater paws. Another press and you hear his knee hit the bottom of the table causing the surface to bounce. His hands run through his hair before he puts them in his lap, looking directly at you as you hold the remote with a puzzled look on your face. His face is a bright shade of pink. You’re still having trouble connecting the dots.

Chan points down, signaling for you to press the down arrow on the remote. You press down the button three times, undoing the damage you had done with the three other presses. Chan sighs and begins to walk over to your seat again. The only difference between last time and this time is that there was an evident bulge in his tight pants.

Chan kneels next to your seat, lowing his head since he can’t look you in the eye after seeing how you were eyeing his junk. “You know what that remote’s for?”

His voice is so soft and gentle that it makes your heart flutter. Despite his... problem, you can’t help but find him painfully adorable. Not wanting to speak too loudly, you just shake your head and look down at him.

“Will you follow me to the bathroom?” Wordlessly, you nod, him taking your wrist in his hand and practically dragging you to the public restrooms that were across the room. You don’t mind being behind him, though. He has a nice ass! He pulls you into a stall, his back against the door. “Promise not to tell anyone?”

“Chan, just tell me what this fucking remote is for.” You hold up the remote, pressing the up button right in front of his face. Chan bites his lip as you hear a light buzz from down below. The cogs are turning in your head as Chan just stares at you.

“It’s to control a vibrator,” he whines, “so if you could turn it down so I could talk-”

“Well why would I do that?” You turn it up, pressing the up arrow four times before seeing Chan writhe and almost fall to his knees, his legs shaking as he cups his erection in his pants. “Tell me baby, why’d you give me of all people this remote?”

“Y-you’re hot, and you’re c-cool... and I like you.” Chan pulls you into a hug, his arms tightly around your waist as you hug his shoulders. His head is right on your shoulder, nuzzling into you while the vibrator continues to, well, vibrate. “Please fuck me, Y/n.”

“Pull your pants down, big boy. Let me see where this vibrator is, yeah?” He nods at your command, backing up off of you and undoing his pants before dropping them to the floor. His underwear is just plain white briefs, but you can see his cock pressed against his tight underwear, a nearly perfect outline of his tip visible to you. He pulls his sweatshirt down, covering his bulge as you eye it. “Hey, no need to be shy! Do you want to stop?”

“No! No! It’s just embarrassing.” Fuck, he looks adorable. “I didn’t expect to get this far, heh.” Chan’s little laugh is so cute, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. He sighs and pulls his underwear down, his cock popping out, fully hard and already dripping with precum. “You want to see th-the vibrator?” He turns around, hands against the stall wall as he bends over. You can see the vibrating plug in his ass, his legs shaking as he feels more venerable than ever. “Is this good?”

You don’t respond. Rather, you grope Chan’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart to see the outer part of the vibrator in all it’s glory. You can see the power button on the end, but there’s no way you’re pressing that right now. One of your hands leaves his ass and goes to his cock, stroking from the base to the tip like you’re milking him for his cum. His body gets a chill when your finger runs over his slit. He wants to moan out so bad, but being in a library bathroom, that might not be the best idea right now.

You turn up the vibrator more, testing it’s limits. Already on the 6th highest setting, you want to see how far you have to take it before he cums. Chan’s breathing is erratic and heavy as you continue to jerk him off. He looks so weak in this position, but you want to make eye contact.

“Sit on the seat, baby boy.” You back away from him and turn off the vibrator from the remote, all of the pleasure leaving his body at once. Although he wouldn’t dare tell you, he was getting close until you stopped. He whines loudly, a little too loud, and right after you shut the lid to the toilet, he sits down and spreads his legs for you to get between. The vibrator feels even deeper in his ass now just from sitting. “Good boy~”

“This feels so dirty.” Chan’s eyes wonder everywhere but your face. He’s too embarrassed to even look at you right now. On the other hand, you’re staring directly at his lips, his bottom lip slightly red from his teeth. As filthy as this is, you’re too aroused to care.

“You’re the slut that wore a vibrator to the fucking library.” You lean up to his face, putting your hand on his chin to practically force him to look into your eyes. Tears well as his embarrassment fills his body, legs shaking just from the dominating look in your gaze. Chan could melt just from your aura. It’s astounding to him, how drawn he is to you despite your disinterest in him. “Don’t you have any shame, Channie~?”

“Please turn up the vibrator.” Chan��s cock is visibly throbbing between his legs, the leaky tip begging to be touched by someone who knows what Chan wants better than Chan himself, you. You laugh like a villain in a cartoon and turn up the vibrator, going up to the 6th highest setting just like before. He immediately raises his hips off the seat before you push him back down by his shoulders, your lips finally connecting with his.

With your hands snaking down his body, Chan’s mind is clouded with this overwhelming sense of neediness and wordlessness. There isn’t a thought in this man’s head aside from his cock and how slutty it feels to get a handy in a bathroom stall. Speaking of which, how did you get your hand there that fast? And why does it feel so good?

Chan moans loudly, “G-gonna cum.”

“Already?” You sigh, your hand relentlessly stroking him while you spit on his dick for more lubrication since his precum isn’t enough. “Dumb boy can’t think of anything other than cumming. Just hold it for me, alright? Or else this is all the action you’re getting from me.”

No, no, no! He can’t ruin this. He’s waited what feels like millennia to finally be touched by you. Chan takes a deep breath and tried to control himself, part of his sanity returning to him for a brief moment before you amp up the vibe, still firmly resting in his tight little ass. Chan screws his eyes shut, certain that if he were to look you in the eyes in this moment, he’d blow his load.

“Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” You’re basically drooling over the sight before you of the innocent Bang Chan letting you corrupt him. It feels way too good to be his first, like you’re guilty of a crime you don’t regret committing. “Good boy, such a good boy.”

Chan’s whimpers get louder to the point you have to shush him and remind him this is a public restroom. Despite nodding as if he understand, his sounds just get louder.

“You ready to cum now, cutie?” At your question, Chan hums a soft yes and continues his melody of whines. “Well, we wouldn’t want to make a mess, would we?”

You get on your knees and between his legs, your soft lips wrapping around the head of his cock as you continue to jerk him off. Chan’s eyes shoot open, the visual of your mouth on his cock overwhelming him, not to mention the increasing intensity of the vibrator thanks to your generosity with the remote control. Unable to hold it in any longer, he cums down your throat, the thick ropes filling your mouth with their bitter-salty taste. The taste doesn’t matter to you, though. You’re just happy to swallow.

As Chan catches his breath, you get off of your knees and rub off any dirt from your pants. “Give me your phone.”

“Huh?”

“Give me your phone, Bang Chan.”

“Alright...”

Chan reaches in his pocket to pull out his phone and hand it to you, not before unlocking it of course. You go into his contacts and add your phone number. “Text me sometime, okay? I’d like to play with you again, baby boy.”

“S-sure.” Chan awkwardly stands up before realizing his pants are around his ankles still. He pulls them up as you step out of the crowded stall, walking back into the library. There’s still plenty of people here, and they all stare at you as you go back to your seat.

Chan certainly didn’t help in easing their suspicions, his curly hair matted to his forehead from sweat and his pants laughably crooked.

Maybe next time you should teach him how to clean up after sex.

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[ptergwen]

love is more than a word

w/c: a very ouch 3.6k

warnings: so so so much angst and an unhealthy (ish) relationship

summary: after nearly four years together, peter has stopped trying

a/n: listen y’all i don’t know what came over me when i made this but i think it’s the saddest thing i’ve ever written? uh try to enjoy tho

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you never thought this would happen, but you’re getting tired of peter. it isn’t your fault. that cliche it’s not you, it’s me line doesn’t apply here.

at first, you actually did find yourself believing the it’s me part. you’d came to the conclusion that you expect too much from peter. he goes to class, he works, patrols, sometimes parties, takes you out when he can. he’s got a lot going on for a full time college student, which is a busy life to lead on its own.

it’s why you don’t complain when he wants to spend the night in and order a pizza instead of cooking together like you’ve been wanting to try. it’s why every time your friends ask you two to hang, you have to reluctantly explain that peter is passed out at eight o’clock on a saturday.

there’s a lazy “wanna make out?” some nights, if peter isn’t yawning when he steps through the front door. even that has lost its enjoyment. kissing peter doesn’t give you the rush it used to, the taste of his strawberry chapstick not flooding your senses and intoxicating you. it’s become predictable. comfortable. boring.

peter is boring.

you’ve slipped into unspoken routine. say your hello’s, work on separate assignments in different rooms. peter eventually yells something like “babe, you hungry yet?” across the apartment, his passive way of asking you to make dinner. you usually order takeout because why make an effort if he doesn’t?

you might watch one of the ten movies peter has liked since before the start of your relationship. he’ll usually fall asleep during it. no surprise there. his overpacked schedule exhausts him, which you’ve talked to him about spreading himself too thin. peter is too nice and can’t say no, so this is where it leaves him.

the main reason you’ve stayed with him is that he can’t take care of himself. he’s clueless about paying the bills, sorting his laundry, simply remembering to drink water. peter wouldn’t be able to go a week without you. he even says it himself.

“crap, i totally forgot about these,” when you picked up his special ordered textbooks from your school library. “can food go in the garbage disposal?” a rare time you didn’t wash the dishes. “thank you, y/n/n. you’re literally a lifesaver,” whenever you do a task for him that someone in their 20s shouldn’t need assistance with.

you didn’t used to mind much. he watches over the city every night. you felt you should return the favor. spider-man could use some help, too. after the almost four years you’ve been together, peter has become completely dependent on you. it only got worse when you moved in together your junior year. you’re concerned how he’ll manage later in his adult life.

you’d think he’d be a little more passionate about your relationship considering how much he needs you. you know peter still loves you, of course he does. that’s not what the problem is. he’s become content with the mutual feeling, so he doesn’t try anymore. he expects the spark to keep itself lit.

no more random joke of the day texts that he used to send you. he stopped surprising you with your coffee order in the morning, the one that he memorized the first time you two went to a starbucks. what you initially found most endearing about peter was that he remembered every little thing you told him.

he put whatever energy he had into showing you that he listened. he’d do it all with rosy cheeks and that toothy smile of his. it seems now like he’s under the impression that being in a long term relationship means none of that matters anymore. there’s no need to impress you, keep you guessing, make you feel special.

tonight is your breaking point. as you go over all of this in your head while peter lays peacefully next to you, you can’t take it. you’ve been making so many excuses for him. you lie to yourself. you’re desperate to believe this is okay and normal and you can work this out, and you can love whatever version of him this is.

but, you can’t. you can’t do it. you need to tell him now because if you sleep on this, you’ll end up feeling bad and be stuck under these suffocating blankets forever.

“peter?” you whisper his name, your back turned to him in bed. you haven’t cuddled each other to sleep in a while. his arms don’t make you feel held now, they make you feel trapped. you’ve been forcing yourself to ignore his look of hurt when you reject his open embrace.

“peter?” you speak louder after a moment of silence, except for his occasional snores. a loud one escapes him before they stop altogether. his eyes stay shut as he mumbles out a, “uh... huh?” your heart is thudding through your entire body. you take a breath in from your nose. “i wanna break up.”

the breath you let out next is one of relief, those three words that have been scratching your throat for months finally out. peter slowly turns his head over his shoulder. he blinks rapidly at your motionless figure. you’re still not facing him.

“what?” is all he says. his voice is surprisingly steady, the confession not yet registering with his sleepy mind. his eyes are burning into you. “i wanna break up,” you repeat and squish your face further into your pillow. peter suddenly sits up, flicking on the lamp on his side. he tries to sling an arm around you. you move further away until you’re at the edge of the bed.

“i’m serious, peter. everything we had, it’s gone.” your words cut through him harder than literal knives he’s been stabbed with. “i- i don’t understand. where is this coming from?” he rakes a hand through his mess of curls. you turn onto your back, looking up at peter. his eyes are fixed on your lower half.

he’ll most definitely cry if he meets your eyes. he really doesn’t want to cry, not ever again when you won’t be here to make him feel better.

“it’s been coming,” you almost scoff at him as you prop yourself up against your pillows. peter’s teeth tug at his lower lip. “all we do is this.” you gesture to your bed, slapping your hand down at your side. “i get tired,” he speaks quietly, refusing to look at you. “i know you do, peter. i know, but you’d be a lot happier if you ever listened to me.”

your statement comes off as condescending to him. he works up the courage to look you in the face. “are you kidding? all you do is boss me around, and i take it. i’ve never once complained.” anger is coursing through his veins and voice. at the situation, that he’s about to lose the one stable part of his life. you’re getting pissed, too.

“that’s because you can’t do anything yourself!” you throw the blankets off you and swing your legs over the bed in one motion. peter hops out of bed entirely. “my whole life, i’ve been on my own half the time,” he spits as he comes over to stand in front of you. “sorry for taking you up on your offers to help.”

your peter would never spew that shit out. he wouldn’t guilt you for something he’s in the wrong about. this peter takes you for granted. he has no clue how fucked he’d be without you.

the first time you spoke to peter was on your way to history 227. you’d recognized him from your class, much more interested in the pretty boy taking notes with his tongue stuck out than whatever war your professor would lecture about.

he was carrying some books, a pencil case that didn’t fully zip, and a five subject notebook. you watched him do his balancing act through the halls until his legs started to wobble. a knowing smile on your face, you tapped his shoulder. it was a gentle one so you didn’t scare him and make all his things fall over.

“can i carry something for you?” you laughed out and pushed one of your backpack straps up on your shoulder. peter only stared at you, his doe eyes prompting you to reach for his pencil case. “uh, no, it’s fine. i got it. see?” he proved that to you by hiking everything up in his arms. he gave you a smile of his own.

“are you sure? we’re going to the same place,” you’d checked again and pointed at his impressive pile. “i’m not gonna steal your sharpies.” “really, i’m fine,” peter insisted with a heart clenching chuckle. “you can have one, if you want,” he offered and attempted to unzip his case, one handed. you put your hand over his to stop him.

“wait until we get to class,” you let go of him, leaving the tips of peter’s ears a shade of pink you’d later fall in love with. “i’ll sit with you.”

peter was once determined to do things on his own, to be self-sufficient. it used to be something he was proud of. now, he’s completely incapable of holding his independence.

“we’re done, peter.” your tone is short, you getting to your feet. “you’d probably forget how to fucking breathe without me, but call it bossing around, i guess,” you laugh bitterly and go over to your drawers. peter’s face falls as he grabs your wrist, stopping you when you pass by him. “where are you going?”

no answer. you pull yourself out of his grasp with your lips pressed into a stern line. peter follows you step by step over to the dresser. “wait, wait. don’t leave, baby. please,” he begs you, getting onto his knees beside you. you’re pulling random clothes out as quick as you can. a science t-shirt peter outgrew is in your hands.

peter used to give you all his old clothes. the signature smell of his cologne lingered no matter how many times you washed them. they kept you calm on nights he was out late patrolling or away on missions. peter would sport a smirk whenever you wore them out in public, pulling you closer to him and complimenting the look.

it started when he was packing for his first mission since you two had begun living together. he’d realized he became too buff to fit in some shirts. remembering how many times you’d giggle at their funny sayings, peter gave them to you. you threw one on and thanked him with a peck on the cheek. it became your tradition.

peter would set off for a new continent, but a piece of him would stay home with you.

the stretched out hoodies and ripped sweatpants just sit in your drawer now. another meaningful thing discontinued. whatever he doesn’t want goes to may for donations now. the memory of what they used to mean to you makes a fit of rage burst through you.

you slam down his ‘find x’ shirt in the space between his knees and yours. you’re on a mission of your own this time. you aren’t going anywhere until you get rid of all the stuff that went from him to you.

“y/n, don’t do this. i- i love you. i love you.” peter chokes out, tears filling his eyes. his vision is clouded while you toss more clothes to your side. “i love you, y/n/n,” he whimpers again, and this time you briskly push the drawer shut. the whole dresser shakes. this is the most emotion either of you have shown in the past few months of your relationship. it’s a little too late.

“love is more than a word, peter. you have to back it up with actions.” you’re doing your best not to cry. the memories of how loved peter made you feel play in your mind. he briefly wipes under his eyes and shakes his head. he’s so oblivious. “i thought i- i did.” “exactly, you did. you gave up at some point.” your voice gets weaker as a tear drips down your chin.

you didn’t plan on breaking down when you imagined this moment. part of you wishes you could give him another chance. most of you knows it wouldn’t do any good for you or peter. you’re not right for each other anymore. he outgrew some sweatshirts, you outgrew him.

that takes you all the way back to it’s not you, it’s me. it’s really both of you.

for the last time, you pull peter in for a hug. the two of you need this. he loops his arms around your back, keeping them loose around you as he tucks his face into the side of your neck. you’re a mix of tears and sharp breaths with your chin on his shoulder. you bring a hand up to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of curls.

he sobs right into your ear, effectively destroying whatever composure you had left.

even though you’re not in love with peter, you haven’t stopped loving him. somewhere inside of him is the goofy boy who asked you out on a post-it during class. the kindhearted man who gave so much of himself to the world and saved enough for you. the one whose fingertips left goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

seeing him like this, having caused it feels like a dull pain rippling in every part of your body. you’ve been there to soothe him during countless breakdowns over the years. you managed to stay strong for all of them. this is the only exception. he lost people, felt down about life, made mistakes. you were there to pick up each piece and put them back together.

the one mistake peter made that you can’t fix is not loving you right. you became his rock, his anchor whenever he let grief and sadness rule over him. you’d get him back to himself. he could’ve at least bought you flowers once in a while, or done anything that showed his gratitude. every iteration of awful put together isn’t enough to describe how he feels.

“i’m so- i’m so fucking sorry, baby. i don’t deserve you. i never have,” peter murmurs as he cries, wetting your skin that his face is still pressed into. your fingers pull roughly at his hair. hot tears overflow from your own eyes. “i should’ve done more.” his voice cracks on the last word. “that’s all i wanted to hear, pete,” you breathe out and pull away from him.

“does that mean you’ll stay?” he croaks, arms still wound around your body. his eyes are hopeful when they lock with yours. a frown pulls at your lips. “only for tonight. i should... one of us should sleep on the couch.” “oh,” his voice is gravelly, so he clears his throat. “i’ll do it.” you’re not going to fight him on it for once.

peter removes his arms from your waist, you sitting back down on your thighs. you give him a blink and you’ll miss it smile because you can’t keep one for long. it’s to let him know you’re not mad. you were at the start of this conversation, then he took accountability. you also came to terms with the fact that the downfall of your relationship was a joined effort.

there are more factors than peter not giving you what he should have. time, different goals, new outlooks on life. you can’t hate only him because a whole bunch of things lead to this.

instead of a smile, since he physically can’t put one on his splotchy face, peter brushes the pad of his thumb over the corner of your lips. he gets up to leave the room, but you stop him with a “wait!” he freezes in front of you. you get out a hoodie from his pile of old clothes and stand up. “it’s cold.” you put it in his hands, earning a grin that he didn’t think was possible.

“thanks, y/n,” peter sighs and holds the hoodie against his chest. “goodnight. um,” this is the part where he’d usually say i love you. “sleep well, okay?” the replacement stings for both of you. you’ll have to learn to fall asleep without hearing that phrase first. as much as you didn’t feel it anymore, you’d become used to it. “you too, peter. night,” you say softly.

you head back to your bed while peter walks out the door. he glances at you once, and you’re already settling under the covers. he shuts the door behind him before finding his way to the couch.

your bed has always seemed too small. it’s gigantic without peter. you aren’t sure how you feel about that yet.

peter lays across the couch, the hood that doesn’t quite fit him pulled over his head. he’s only wearing it because you gave it to him. you doing that not even five minutes ago was how you backed up your love with actions. it’s so easy. silent tears spill from his eyes at the realization.

he wishes on every star that he could’ve figured out he wasn’t doing enough sooner. you’d be together right now, had he just caught on. there was a time he prided himself on knowing you fully and completely. how to turn you into the shy one with certain combinations of words, what your schedule was each week so he could plan his free time around it.

your relationship became something he thought would last unconditionally. if only he was able pinpoint the exact moment he went wrong.

you’re right in the other room. he can go in there and bawl, plead for you to take him back. how could he do that and claim to love you, though? you’ve made it clear you‘re over him.

the best way for peter to show you he loves you is by letting you live your life, without him in it.

-

you don’t see peter again for weeks. he moved back in with may, and you got to keep the apartment. you were the one who took all the care of it, anyway.

your semester ended at the perfect time because peter isn’t in any of your new classes. the city is too big to bump into each other. you’re free from the hold he had on you, which would’ve been four years long since yesterday. you’ve been good at picking up his broken pieces for too long, and now it’s time to pick up your own.

for all the hangouts you missed on his behalf, you made up for it. you called mj the day after your breakup and met for lunch. she never explicitly said it, but she took your side. peter had a feeling because when he had the same idea as you, to lean on his friends for support, she never reached out.

betty is indifferent, ned stays cordial with you. his real loyalty is to peter. you can’t blame him.

peter hasn’t been doing well since you broke up. he’s not eating enough, he can’t focus on work of any kind. you were right when you said he would forget how to breathe without you. he often wonders how you’ve been.

he finds out today.

you’re walking around campus, heading in the direction peter just came from. he has a class in the building your last one was. the two of you are on the same sidewalk, opposite sides. he almost doesn’t recognize you.

mj is on one side of you, a guy he’s never seen before with an arm around your shoulders. you’re all laughing about whatever dumb thing your professor said during the lecture. your hair, which is done in a new style, flows behind you in the spring breeze. a smile takes place on your glossy lips. the smile is directed towards that guy. your new boyfriend, peter assumes.

you look amazing, and not only physically. you seem happy with your small group of people. peter hadn’t been able to give you that happiness in years, so it’s nice to see you got it back somehow.

he must have stared too long because you notice him. you fall behind mj and your potential boyfriend, both of them wrapped up in discussing your next project. peter stops walking. you do the same. he’s not sure if he upset you, or what’s going on. his instincts tell him to apologize. his mouth stays closed.

that infectious smile of yours appears once again. you thought about peter yesterday, it being your anniversary and all. you’d only let yourself remember the good things. they outweighed the bad ones when you look back on everything.

“aye, grandma! get over here!” mj calls to you, your boyfriend nudging her side. “take your time, y/n/n. i’m not in a rush to write seven long ass pages.” you laugh to yourself at the two of them. peter fiddles with the zipper on his jacket. it’s from the drawer of things you used to wear. “one sec!” you yell back.

“hey,” you turn to face peter, who’s giving you a tight lipped smile. “how’ve you been?” “i’m okay. just, you know,” he shrugs and clasps his hands behind his back. there’s a short silence before peter says, “you seem good. really good.” he smiles for real this time. “yeah, i am. i hope you are, too,” you tell him and genuinely mean it.

you’d like to catch up soon, but it’s not right yet. you both need more time. “i’ll see you around?” you’re already starting to walk, backwards so you can see peter. “uh, sure. bye,” he gives you a quick wave and continues on his way.

you get back to mj and your boyfriend, his arm returning to your shoulders. they waited for you by the stoplight. “what’d ya get up to over there?” he teases, mj suspiciously watching your face for any tells. you carefully think through your answer with a grin. “love.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Some people would call you far too serious. Some would call you stuck-up. And some would call you a bitch. But to freshman Jeon Jungkook, you’re the head Calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, fingering, m-receiving oral, doggy, dirty talk); non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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"I think Jungkook likes you."

The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped suddenly. Stupid soft graphite. You glared at it, annoyed, and brushed the broken piece away to complete the equation. 

"Who?"

"I think he's taking the afternoon class."

You double-checked the last question and handed him his homework back. "Jimin, you used the wrong equation, here and here."

Park Jimin frowned, face falling when he saw all your corrections. Being one of your parents' friends' kids, your parents and his parents naturally asked you to help him out when he entered the same university as you. You pretty much figured the likelihood of Jimin speaking to you was zero, since he was a dance major and you were a graphics design major. You shrugged and agreed.

Except you forgot you were also the head Calculus I TA and Calculus I was a required course for all students. And, turns out, Jimin wasn't that great at math. That's why you were sitting on cushions at your coffee table in your apartment with Park Jimin, watching a music program as you checked his homework.

"Oh."

Jimin began to look over your arrows and circles. You never actually gave him the answer. He usually ended up forgetting a step in the middle and thus fucked the answer. Usually he caught on easily once you pointed it out. 

You stared at the television screen, listening to the latest hit. Not bad. Catchy. 

"I think I should tell you because he's kind of reckless," Jimin was saying.

You placed a hand under your head and took a sip of your tea, distracted by the cute MC with the blue hair. He had a cute smile. It reminded you of a bunny.

"Who?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin snapped impatiently.

You raised an eyebrow and faced Jimin. "Oi. I'm correcting your homework here. I could just correct it tomorrow and hand it back to you with red marks instead," you threatened.

He pouted at you, his full lower lip sticking out. "Sorry, noona."

You sighed. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel ancient." You turned your body so you faced him as he scowled at his homework. "Okay, okay, I'm listening now. What did you want to say?"

Jimin put his pencil down immediately and began to chat like an excited gossiping auntie. Round brown eyes getting rounder, glad for a break from his math homework. You didn't want to get him started, but he was going to nag you incessantly until you let him talk.

"I think he sits in the back?" Jimin pondered. "Dark longish hair, wears a lot of black. Looks scary when he's thinking because his eyes go really wide and he furrows his brows."

You twisted your mouth to the side and thought. You only attended the class when they had quizzes or exams because during lectures the professor didn't need your help. Mostly you remembered people by their personal scores or their handwriting, because you graded everything as the head TA. Looking at people's faces wasn't really necessary, unless you were looking for cheating. 

"Can't recall. I remember his handwriting though. Not bad," you said, shrugging. "I think he's pretty highly ranked at the moment."

"I think he likes you."

You scoffed. "How did you come to that consensus?"

Jimin tapped his temple sagely. "Intuition."

"If only you used that intuition on Calculus."

He frowned at you, pouting again. You let out a puff of air, conceding.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Jimin scratched the back of his head. "Well, er... I'm just warning you."

"... Is he a serial killer or something?"

"No, no, no!" Jimin waved his hands on the air hurriedly. "He's really nice. But he can be kind of, uh... forward."

"How old is he?" you asked, glancing at the television for a moment as you took another long sip of your tea.

"Two years younger than me."

You choked. 

"What?" you squeaked between coughs. Jimin hurried over and patted your back as you struggled, becoming pink in the face. "The fuck? Tell him to find someone his own age."

"I did!" Jimin whined. "But he's stubborn."

You rolled your eyes. "You're warning me that I have to break a poor freshman's heart?"

"Kind of."

You rubbed your throat. "Hmph. Darn whippersnappers these days."

Jimin smacked your arm, laughing. "I thought you weren't ancient?"

"I am now knowing some kid is fantasizing about their fucking Calculus TA."

You had said your comment sarcastically. You fully expected Jimin to make some joke, but he froze up a little. You looked over to him. He looked somewhat guilty, like a lost puppy who got caught stealing food. You sighed and patted his back.

"Don't worry, I won't chew your friend's heart out. Finish your homework, so I don't drop you off too late. You have practice in the morning, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, thanks."

-

Forward, huh?

An understatement. 

You were sitting in one of the math department offices, laptop open, your drawing tablet in your lap, thinking. The conversation with Jimin happened about two days ago. In that time, you hadn't attended either morning or afternoon class yet, since it was only lectures. Not that it mattered, because lecture halls were massive. If this Jungkook kid sat in the back, then you probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. At the moment, however, you were preoccupied with your assignment, to design a logo. Logo designing was difficult, especially since a school assignment didn't exactly have a real client attached to it to ask questions. 

Technically these were Calculus I office hours, but who attended office hours? Nobody.

Who attended any type of calculus office hours?

Yeah, exactly. 

You spent the time doing homework with the door open. You were the only TA that actually showed up for the office hours. Every other TA said it was a waste of time. It was. You still came through; in the off chance some poor kid decided her grade mattered. You felt bad since the actual professor wasn't very patient when people needed extra help. Also, technically you were the head TA, so you did have a bit more responsibility than the others.

Your black boots were perched on the desk as you sat back in your office chair, sketching a few ideas. If a member of the math department saw you, you would probably get in trouble. Thankfully, the math department was usually deserted. Math wasn't exactly the most social subject. 

You took a sip of your tea from your thermos, tapping your tablet pen on your black jean-covered thigh. 

"You look even better close-up, noona."

A clear, silvery, male voice cut through the silence. The voice came from the doorframe right in front of the desk. You frowned, slowly lifting your head from your tablet. How had you not heard him? Were you really that focused on your assignment?

Chucky black sneakers. Black cargo pants, slim fit. Distressed black sweater, hands casually in his pockets. Broad shoulders. Lightly tanned skin. Sharp jawline. A tiny mole under a mischievous smile. Your eyes narrowed as you made eye contact with those sparkling dark brown orbs. Long hair slicked back, with only a few wispy strands on his forehead. 

"Calculus I question?" was your response. 

His smile quirked a little higher. The young man didn't have a backpack with him. Didn't even have a piece of paper stuck under his arm. Wasn't even trying to pretend that he needed help.

"I have questions."

He didn't elaborate. You lowered your legs, placing your tablet on your laptop. 

"This is Calculus I office hours. For calculus questions only."

His eyes flickered to your laptop and tablet. Back to you. 

"Is this what the TAs should be doing during office hours?"

Suddenly, you could feel your pulse in your ears. Point taken.

"What do you want?"

He slid into the chair across from the desk, hands still in his pockets. Watching you carefully, still smiling thoughtfully. It should have been unnerving, but there was no malice in that smile. Maybe you were imagining it though, so you kept your guard up. 

"I'm Jeon Jungkook."

Yeah, I guessed, you thought wryly. "And my name is on the syllabus. What do you want?"

He tilted his head at you, studying your face. 

"How do you know Jimin-ssi?"

Isn't Jimin older than you, punk? "Our parents are friends."

He nodded slowly. He looked around the windowless office, at the three papers tacked to the wall – outdated notices – to the still open door, to the desk with your laptop, tablet, and backpack. Then to you, sitting back in the black office chair, eyebrow raised, hands half-in the sleeves of your gray flannel, cropped black sweater underneath. 

"I think you're beautiful, noona."

Your brain winced at the compliment and your hormones looked up from the abyss. Your brain scolded them to go back to their hidey-hole. You clicked your tongue. 

"I'm too old for you."

There was an ever-so-slight tick of his head. His eyes shifted downward and then flicked back up to you, almost shyly, if it wasn't for the small smirk dancing on his lips. 

"We both know such a mindset is outdated."

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The fuck? Your hormones peeked out again. Your brain was too distracted with trying to find a comeback to tell them to fuck off. You figured you better cut this off right now before it went too far. 

"This whole conversation is inappropriate," you said evenly, standing up from the chair and rolling it back. You walked around the desk and stood in front of it, balancing your ass against it. You crossed your arms over your breasts. "You should leave."

He slowly, slowly gazed up at you. Why did he look so satisfied? Your heart did a little three beat skip. Stop it. Keep it together. Jungkook got to his feet, hands still in his pockets. Then he pulled them out and pushed his sleeves up.

Oh?

Tattoos ran up his right arm, the beginnings of a sleeve. Ink black against light tan, flexed muscle. He was not a skinny pretty boy. You were so busy staring at his arms that you barely registered him placing them casually on either side of you, face right next to yours. Now you were staring down at his broad chest, at his black distressed sweater.

"Excuse me?" you snapped testily, lifting your head to look into his smug eyes. 

"I won't touch you," Jungkook murmured quietly. "Unless you ask me to."

This punk ass bitch.

You narrowed your eyes. "What makes you think I would?"

That small teasing smile came back. 

"Well, for one, you haven't actually told me you have absolutely no interest yet."

Your hormones prodded you excitedly. Your brain told them to shut up. Your eyes moved to the open door behind his head, looking into the empty hall, trying to keep a balanced, even tone. It came out a little sharper than you intended.

"Door's wide open."

"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" Jungkook purred, breath on your cheek. 

You tried not to react even though your hormones were fucking losing it. "What about you?" you shot back sharply. 

You heard Jungkook chuckle. "Fuck no I'm not." Your heart jerked heading the crude word come out so daintily and casually from his lips. "I want to be seen with you. All the time. In every position." 

You finally tore your eyes from the open door to give him the side-eye. "Real big words there."

Jungkook smirked. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me no. It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this desk right now and fuck your brains out."

You sucked in a breath. Accidentally. Not on purpose. There's absolutely no way Jungkook would have noticed unless he was literally right next to you. Which he was. Shit. He leaned in closer, still not actually touching you. 

"You like that idea?" he breathed, the lust evident in his voice, not even trying to hide it. 

"I am not some easy bitch at the club, Jungkook. This is the fucking math department," you scolded, eye-level to the base of his neck, wanting very badly to make out with it.

Now it was his turn to inhale sharply. He pulled his head back, and now you were face-to-face with those dark, dark eyes, falling, falling, your body screaming at you to do more. And still you didn’t, torn between reason and instinct.

"I'm so pissed," he growled, breath against your lips. "That the first time I hear you say my name, I wasn't watching your pretty lips form it."

Those few strands brushed against his exposed forehead, framing his furrowed brow and those intense dark brown eyes, making you breathless, telling you that you should, even though the last shreds of reason were telling you, do not, do not, do not give in to Jeon Jungkook. 

"It's the middle of the damn day," you murmured.

"And you make me horny every second of every day," he groaned, so close now that his nose almost touched yours. "With your stem stare, your assertive stride, your well-spoken words, and your beautiful body that demands to be kissed, loved, fucked." He panted, shoulders shaking. "God, I want you under me so bad. You have no idea, noona."

Resolve? Hello, where are you?

You raised an eyebrow. "You think you're enough for me?"

His dark eyes gleamed. 

"I know I am."

Your eyes flickered to the open door, the vacant hall, feeling Jungkook's body heat hovering so close, so close to you, and then you shifted your eyes back to him. Your brain was screaming at you and your hormones bonked your brain silent. The words at the tip of your tongue came tumbling out, nothing to hold them back anymore. 

"Let's see."

And then you kissed him.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate, his large hands leaving the desk, grabbing your waist, ramming his crotch into you. You gasped against his soft lips and he slid his tongue inside, playing with yours, moaning, kissing you hungrily. His fingers pressed into you through your clothes, strong, tight, unforgiving. Your eyes flew open, surprised at his eagerness. He retreated his tongue and nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it lightly. You shivered, feeling him lift you onto the desk, pushing your legs open with his hips, grinding against you. He kissed down your chin, lifting your head impatiently, moaning against your skin. Every gentle kiss a jolt to your system, contrasting with his rough hands kneading your waist, pulling you close against his firm body, the fucking desk cutting into your thighs, eyelids fluttering.

There was movement at the door.

You froze.

Jungkook’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking sharply. You choked back a wanton moan, seeing a familiar face. A familiar, plump smile with cute, lovely eyes. He waved a small hand at you and reached for the doorknob, locking it from the inside before winking at you and closing the door silently.

Park fucking Jimin.

That bas–

Your thought was sharply cut off by Jungkook nipping at your throat, hissing as he rolled his hips into your thigh, a distinct bulge pressing into you. He yanked down the front of your sweater, sucking on the space right between your collarbones. You whimpered and shuddered, wrapping a leg around his waist and hooking him towards you, hands finally leaving your chest and grabbing his, fingers getting caught in the holes of his sweater.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m so fucking hard already because you’re so fucking hot.”

You caught yourself against the desk, elbow slamming onto the wood. You winced. “I haven’t done shit,” you said, surprised to feel your lips slightly swollen.

Jungkook grinned. “You don’t have to. Just you below me is enough.”

You glared at him and he bent over the desk, grabbing the back of your head, pushing your face to his, kissing you again, stealing your breath. It was the perfect mix of force and desperation, leaving you yielding, back arching as he sucked on your tongue, bobbing his head up and down slightly to pull on it. You tried not to make noise – everything was already too noisy anyway – only crying out softly when he let you go. Now you were on your elbows with Jungkook towering over you, licking his lips, the spare strands now stuck to his exposed forehead. His eyes roamed over your body before landing back on your face. You gave him your best questioning look.

He chuckled darkly. “I want to rip all your clothes off, but something tells me you will be upset with me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Because this is still the middle of the math department, let me remind you, Jungkook.” You huffed. “I don’t live here. Don’t get crazy.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “Say my name again, noona. God, let me watch your delicious lips speak my fucking name.”

You raised your eyebrows. Then you felt his hands on your jeans, undoing the button, making you jump. The zipper going down, down. He yanked at the seam, digging it into your already wet pussy, shoving your panties into your slit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

Oh fuck. That sounded kind of pathetic.

He bit his lower lip, and yanked again.

“J-Jungkook, ah…” Your eyelids fluttered, trying to keep your strict demeanor.

“Fuck,” he hissed, firmly gripping the waistband of your jeans and pulling them down your ass, half-dragging your panties down. “You like that, noona? Do you want me to be rough with you?”

You prayed to the higher power that he would just take the damn hint and not make you say it. But Jungkook was dragging your panties back up, the thin black fabric being sucked into your folds and ass as he pulled them far too high. You gasped, trying not to look down, trying not to look at his face. But he grabbed your chin, dragging you back to him, making you open your glazed eyes, making you see his excited expression.

“Look at me, noona.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jungkook held the front of your panties and pulled, hard. You had to choke back a moan, the fabric nearly ripping, rubbing harshly against your clit. You felt the squelch of you getting wetter, hearing it clearly as he yanked at it, stimulating your clit.

“Tell me you don’t like it, noona,” Jungkook whispered hotly, letting go of your chin. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

You spread your legs involuntarily, trying very hard not to make a fucking sound, but it was already obvious by your fists clenched against the desk, your widespread legs, and your pussy lips practically sucking your panties in, so much so that they nearly disappeared into you.

Jungkook snuck a glance down, gasping softly at your glistening pussy being tortured by your panties. He dropped to his knees and you had only one second to be confused before Jungkook’s tongue licked up your slit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out, leaving your sounds limited to muffled whimpers as he lapped at your juices, groaning into you. Your entire lower body vibrated as he teased your covered clit, smushing the fabric into your deeper, rougher. Your hips strained, trying to hump his face but only digging your panties into you harder.

You removed your hand from your face, biting on your tongue to regain some semblance of thought so you fucking talk.

“T-take it off…” you gasped. You looked down, seeing his mischievous eyes above your quivering mound, licking his lips slowly, pink tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.

Jungkook raised his hand.

Smack!

This time you had to actually shove to knuckles into your mouth and mute your squeal as pain radiated through you, your pussy stinging. He slapped you again, right on your clit, hard, making your throw your head back and nearly hit the desk, hips raising to meet him. Oh, God. He pressed his finger against your aching clit, rubbing hard, standing up to bend over you, an impossibly strong presence as he pleasured you.

“Say it, noona,” he breathed. “Tell me you like getting your pussy spanked.”

He was rubbing your clit so hard that you felt your hips raise into it, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned menacingly, voice so low it ripped through you.

You tore your knuckles out of your mouth. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, Jungkook, I love it when you spank my clit, fuck, please, fuck.” The words came jumbling out in a rushed, half-panicked whisper, cut off by your sharp gasp as your orgasm clawed into you. You felt Jungkook slap his free hand over your mouth, shutting off your wail as your throbbed into his hand, turning into helpless whines as he spanked your clit hard and fast, accentuating your high with waves of sudden, aching pain. You pushed his hand away, pressing your head against the desk, gasping.

“Harder, please, Jungkook, harder.”

He was staring at your fucked-out face, massaging your throbbing pussy with his palm, coating his fingers with your cum. Your voice a thin moan, hips rutting into him.

“Believe me, I want to,” he snarled. “I want to so fucking bad, noona, but we’re already loud enough and you’re making a fucking mess.”

He pulled your panties down, nearly useless at this point and roughly shoved two fingers into you. You gasped, tongue lolling out and he took the chance to put two fingers of his free hand into your mouth, rubbing your wet tongue. You could feel every joint, the calluses of his fingertips as he thrust them into you, slopping, wet sounds accompanying his movements.

“Fuck, look at you, noona, sucking in my fingers, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jungkook murmured, centimeters away from your face. “I haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already taking me so well.”

If you could think, you probably would have a snappy response, but Jungkook was stuffing his fingers into your mouth and scissoring the others inside your pussy, driving you insane. You made eye contact with Jungkook, him and his blown-out pupils, his lips trembling as he rammed his fingers into your holes faster, harder, sliding you up the wooden desk. Something inside you snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shaking as you came again, trying to yell, but unable to because Jungkook shoved his fingers into your throat, making you almost choke if it wasn’t for your own expertise. An embarrassing amount of liquid poured down his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. You clamped your legs shut, burying his hand, hips jerking as the aftershocks rippled through you.

You heard Jungkook swallow loudly, jaw tight. He slowly pulled his fingers out of both holes, strings of bodily fluid following him as he did so. Your shaking knees were barely holding your lower body up, jeans constricting your calves and your upper body way too fucking hot.

You laid back on the wood, trying to catch your breath. Was it a fucking cliché? Probably. You felt Jungkook lift himself off the desk and you closed your eyes, chest heaving. Of course. He was just going to leave you like this, tearing your secret out of you and then leaving to boast about how he turned the head Calculus I TA into a helpless, submissive puddle of goo without even actually fucking you. Why did you even bother–

You suddenly felt the desk creak and snapped your eyes open to Jungkook climbing onto it, straddling your chest, unzipping his pants right in front of your face. His slicked hair was becoming unfurled now, more and more dark strands falling down around his ears. His brow furrowed, eyes so wide and focused you weren’t even sure he was actually looking at you.

“Uh–”

He reached in his black boxer briefs impatiently and pulled out his thick, leaking cock. Your eyes widened and his found yours, glittering with arousal. A smear of pre-cum grazed your cheek as he adjusted his position to push the red, bulbous tip against your lips.

“I want to fuck you, noona, but you have to clean me up,” Jungkook breathed, gently asking you but also trying to greedily push his dick into your mouth.

You could say something, but somehow you concluded you were going to be muffled anyway, so you opened your mouth, tongue snaking out and licking the head. Flat, wide, and all over, coating your tongue with his pre-cum, moaning at his taste. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing softly as he spread his legs even more, lowering himself slowly into your mouth. You licked around his cock before closing your lips and sucking, growing wet as he thrust his hips into your mouth, slow and steady, eyes closed. You reached up to hold onto his thighs, whimpering as you felt his muscular quads through his pants. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, sliding his cock in a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, noona, so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he groaned, reaching down and pushing your hair out of your eyes. His dark hair hung down, framing his face in shadow, making your pussy throb at the image. “Makes me want to fill all your holes up, makes me want to coat you with my cum and see you covered in it, messy and dirty with me.”

You couldn’t say anything so you just whined, nails digging into his covered thighs.

“You want that?” His voice dropped several octaves again. Your skin prickled hotly with every word. “You want me to jack off all over you and leave you a mess covered with my cum?”

You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for friction, now moving your head to suck harder, rubbing the tip fiercely against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck,” he gritted out. He tapped your hand hurriedly, eyelids fluttering. “S-stop, stop.” You whimpered, sadly looking up at him. He chuckled, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.

Look here you little shit, you can’t say all that dirty stuff and not expect me to be horny, your eyes were telling him.

“I know, I know,” he purred. “But I want to fuck your pussy and office hours are almost over…”

You glowered at him, but reluctantly unhinged your jaw, opening your lips. He slid out, gasping, hitting you in the chin and getting the front of your sweater wet.

“You’re a jerk,” you muttered as he climbed off you.

Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, noona.”

You shook your hair and reached into your backpack, pulling out a condom, only to turn around and see Jungkook pulling one out of his back pocket.

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “You’re prepared.”

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew what I was coming for.”

A muscle in your brow twitched as he tucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning widely at you as he ripped it open and slid it on slowly, rolling it down his thick cock. His voice changed, dipping raspy and low.

“Turn around.”

Part of you wanted to fight, but then you spied the time. You rolled onto your stomach, sighing exaggeratedly as your legs tangled a bit in your jeans. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you as he bent over your back, hand sliding over your lips and covering your mouth.

“Sigh all you want, noona,” he growled, chuckling as you shivered. “Just don’t scream when I’m fucking you.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the head press against your puffy pussy lips, pushing in forcefully, expanding your tight little hole as his cock entered you, his moan against your ear, your name dripping with lust. Both of you still mostly clothed, but his cock sliding deep, deep inside you, his teeth on your earlobe. Your walls throbbed around him, squeezing him. He gasped, jutting his hips experimentally into you. A stifled moan sneaked past his fingers, your tongue licking them lightly.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Nice and tight for me, bent over this desk.” He nipped at your ear, whispering softly as he began to fuck you. “What if someone hears you, whimpering for my cock, begging to be fucked?”

Your hands clenched into fists, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him pound you into the wood, deep and slow and far too perfect.

“Noona, what if someone sees you?” His voice like smoke, invading all your thoughts, threatening your dreams, cursing you with the feeling of his lips on your ear and his hips pounding your ass. “Proper, harsh, strict noona turning into a slut for this cock, bent over this desk and humping my hips so you can get this dick deeper inside you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiggled your ass against his cock. He thrust his hips harder into you, jerking you forcefully upwards, your thighs smacking against the desk. Light flickered in front of your closed eyelids and you opened them, seeing your phone screen glaring at you. A message from Jimin. Finish already! You struggled to say his name and Jungkook lifted his hand for a moment to hear your shaking breath.

“Jungkook,” you panted. “Time.”

He covered your mouth again. “You’re right,” he grunted, rolling his hips into you, biting back his moans as you clenched around him. The wet, slapping sounds became louder as he changed his angle, fucking you roughly into the table. It pushed your hips up and you clung onto the edge of the desk, moaning around his hand, tongue pressed flat against his palm as he fucked you with reckless abandon, beating a damn indent of the edge of the desk into your thighs. The dull ache was going to lead to a bruise, but you didn’t care, pushing your hips back to meet him. A choked wail vibrated in your throat as you came again, whole body lurching as he sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder, groaning as he came inside you, cock twitching and throbbing against your walls. You felt the condom expand, matched with Jungkook’s hiss as he pumped into you. You pulsed your pussy around him and he detached his mouth, whispering your name against your ear.

“You’re dirty, noona,” he rasped, the words so breathless they made you shiver. “I love it.”

You shakily reached up and peeled his hand from your mouth, gasping as he straightened to hold the condom and pull out of you. Fuck. Oh fuck. You scrambled for your phone, seeing Jimin’s text.

You better rush outta there, noona.

You heard the wet, peeling sound of Jungkook pulling the used condom off gingerly. You turned around, hissing at Jungkook before he threw it in the trash.

“Are you crazy?” you muttered, snatching it from him. “Someone will see.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “What else do I do with it?”

You glared at him and tied it up, grabbing some tissues and wrapping it inside. Then you shoved it in your backpack, along with your laptop, your tablet, the spare condom, and reaching over the desk to unplug your laptop’s AC adaptor so you could shove that in your bag too.

“Fuck, your ass is so sexy,” Jungkook marveled behind you.

“Jungkook, we have to get the fuck out of here, so pack your damn dick,” you ordered, yanking your jeans up. Squelch. You sucked in your lower lip in at the cold, uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties. You zipped your bag and checked around the desk to make sure you took everything. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your back pocket, turning around to see Jungkook rezipping his pants. Thank God. You might have been tempted if he hadn’t listened to you. Then you remembered the two bits of condom wrapping on the floor and picked those up too, shoving them in your other pocket.

Jungkook smirked at you. “So thorough, noona.”

You scowled at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in this situation before, but you sure as hell have.

“Stay here for twenty seconds and then leave.”

Jungkook pouted at you. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“But I don’t even have your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ask Jimin. You two are in cahoots anyway.” You popped your head out, looking around. No one. You popped your head back in. “Also, you owe me new panties the next time I see your smug little face, you punk,” you added, tone irate.

He smirked at you; his long dark hair wispy around his playful eyes.

You gave him one last look before you tore your eyes away, rushing through every back stairway to get the hell out of there before someone could realize you just fucked a freshman during office hours, your slopping, torn-up panties reminding you with every step that you really needed Jeon Jungkook to fuck you again.

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part ii

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