#my cutest whiteboard of all time in this one

[whipjack]

woah haley posts a video that isn’t about Baldurs gate or once upon a time???? scary!!!!

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2

snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--

Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--

All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton

Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--

---------- Snippet 22: clone meet clone

Ellie, dramatically: Danny!

Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!

Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!

Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!

Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything

Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]

Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?

-------------- Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny

Ellie:...hey Danny

Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm

Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?

Danny:

Ellie:...its a fair question

Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.

------------ Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)

(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)

Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet

Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,

Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.

Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head

Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing

------------ Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)

Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:

Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--

Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*

Ember:

Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice

Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*

----------- Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)

Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing

Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees

Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?

Sam: probably

Danny: hm.

------------- Snippet 27: digging up cold case

Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....

Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)

Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along

--------- Snippet 28: sparring

Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting

Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.

Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.

-------- Snippet 29: daytime surprise

Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...

Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?

Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to

Phantom: *flips him off instead*

Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom

Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!

Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.

------------ Snippet 30: guilt

Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn

Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:

Damian: can i....

Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm

Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry

Danny: hm... I forgive you

[tangyangie]

HI!!!! Ur writings r literally the cutest it makes me cry omg, could u write karma with a very versatile social chameleon fem! s/o who is highly feminine and intellectually and emotionally mature yet exudes an energy and a sense of humor deemed as more “guy like” (get it because women can’t be funny or autistic so I just can’t possibly be a woman) and though all of e class really understood each other, there was still ofc a mild difference in the social habits of not only groups but between genders bc gender norms and generalization yeah? But instead of having a specific group that they exclusively talk to because of similar social behaviors, she prefers to weave into the situations and actually project the manner of others- so like she’s very feminine presenting and witty yet also is like a dumb high school boy. Like she could be decked out in a whole gyaru look and- think of a disney channel movie bully moment- be approached by someone and clap back with the most precise and hilariously dumbfounding response, like it’s perfectly catered to the energy the person gives off in order to deliver a blow that actually gets across and hurts ! Basically a very unexpected obscure mixture of a person that isn’t afraid of getting a joke across, even if that means wearing a mustache made from mascara and a fishing shirt to truly stand for what our country stands for🇺🇸🦅make the green m&m sexy again america

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 🌀

desc. karma x fem!unexpected!reader!!

notes. i'm not gonna lie that was really hard to summarize but tysm for the compliment and req!!! this was so fun to write and i could tell as soon as i saw this request

also i assume this is headcanons so please tell me if that's not what you had in mind!!!

you are karma's favorite person ever.

you're smart and you're funny. it's like he's found his twin flame. except she's 100x more intense.

it's almost as if you adapt to the person you're talking to as well. he just thinks you're so interesting.

one second, you're making dirty jokes with rio—and the next, you're talking with nagisa calmly about ways to kill korosensei.

you're decked out in a long, flowy dress and screeching like an eagle, flapping your arms.

and don't get him started on how much he loves your reaction to class A.

one of them begins berating a classmates for being in class E? you're over there coming up with the most creative insults ever. combinations you didn't think were possible.

karma lives to see the look on their faces after you've delivered their personally catered insult. they're actually dumbfounded.

you're constantly the center of attention together. you're going on about why birds are actually government drones and karma's starting to throw birds into the room to try and kill korosensei.

you adapt to your surroundings. god knows how many different jokes you have with different people because of this.

you play fighting games on the whiteboard with the rest of your classmates. your character is an umbrella and you have a rain buff??

it's impossible to count how many times you've used an american country accent and gone on about how much you love women and fishing.

— "LONG LIVE BASS PRO SHOPS"

it's been at least a few months since you've been dating karma. he's still figuring you out.

you both are rubbing off on each other. now karma's calling people ingrown toenails, and you tease him because he stole that from you.

the big 5 of class A still never leave you guys alone.

teppei's pushing his tests in your guys' faces with a smug look. you push your glasses (imaginary or not) up your face and sniff, mocking him.

"actually," you sniffle. "according to my calculations, you've got as less rizz than an easy-bake oven. go get some girls and then we'll see how envious we are." you say, with a wink.

the rest of the class is laughing their asses off while teppei's got the most flabbergasted look on his face that's possible. wide eyes and eyebrows to the sky, he drops the paper and runs way crying.

you make a remark about how you love making america great again by making boys cry.

the rest of the class doesn't know how to label you. you fit in with everyone.

yet, you've also got a very distinct personality. you also make references to the weirdest things, like a specific game that got really popular in 2020, especially among middle school boys...

but, they love you nonetheless. even though sometimes, you make jokes that would send you to class ZZZ.

notes: assuming i understood what you meant correctly, i have like 10 friends like this. perhaps some of these are based of of them... (you know who you are 🩷)

[gildasfantasy]

Id really like to credit my friend panda for helping me out on editing my story because they noticed mistakes I made <3 besides I'd like to have new ideas so it you guys want me to do something new like, new ships or share your plot ideas it'd be great !! I do oc/yn X any character from any show and game and fluff+nsfw+angst ect!!

First times in a relationship's can be scary especially if everytime you've had sexual contact, it wasn't filled with love you so desperately craved

Husk and angel had formed a friendship after their bonding near the bar that night, it was clear to everyone that there was more than friendship between the two and after awhile they made their attraction be known and a loving relationship blossomed between them but they promised to never let this relationship out the hotel to reach the ears of Valentino, angels boss. Many months has passed since they made it official and they found themselves at the 8 month mark, husk being the awkward romantic he is, he wanted it to be something immensely special for angel just to show how much he genuinely loved him.. Husk examined the stores down the pathways of the somewhat busy area but no matter how hard he searched all he could find was bondage stores, lingerie stores ect; and he didn't want that, he didn't want angel to think he was just like all the rest of the men he had to deal with and additionally, husk wasn't a big.. sex fiend.. sure he got urges but he had boundaries and the thought of leather wear and overly threatening sex felt disgusting to him, so he despised these types of stores..eventually after a long day of trying to search he sighed, he'd been to every ring, even the lust ring, but still he hasn't found what he felt was right for angel, what was he supposed to get for someone that gorgeous? He was down on his luck til he heard two strangers talking down the sidewalk as if they were married and raised his head to look at the imps. One imp had black hair, 'a girl' he noted absent-mindedly, and the other imp had white hair, 'a guy'." 'excuse me? Sorry, I don't mean to listen in on you folks but am I right to assume you're both..?" "Together? Yea we're married' the white haired imp spoke, his voice kind of scratchy that made husks ears twitch ever so slightly, 'great! I need help, me and my boyfriends 8 month mark is comin' up and I can't find anything romantic.. everywhere I look it's just.. sex novels or over-the-top sexual stores.'

The black haired imp girl spoke excitedly, her southern accent bounced off of her husband's demeanor like a bouncy-ball on a whiteboard "Well hi thereee! You're alright to ask, sugar —"

"I'd suggest checkin' out LooLoo Land stores! Even though its a theme park they have the gosh darnedest cutest things, my mox got me a thang from there!' 'christ' husk thought to himself, already he formed a headache solely because of her loud voice but despite it, he thanked her, she was kind enough to help "thanks" *his deep voice grumbled but his expression was as if he were genuinely trying to force an awkward smile and eventually they changed paths and husk found himself on the way to the infamous looloo land, loud blaring music and the sound of kids screaming and crying made husk furrow his brows and groan but it was worth it to find something angel could love..perhaps after an hour of searching he found it.. a stand filled with stuffed animals and one caught his eye immediately.. a white bear with crossed out red eyes stitched in along with round red cheeks at each side of its smile,

he knew it'd be beyond perfect for his angel and he threw a coin at the stand-man, a determined look plastered on his face. Husk picked up the toy-gun and shot water at the wooden stands. No matter the amount of times he hit them though, the standman rigged the game and after draining his coin pocket dry, Husk had enough and tackled the man. Pulling him close by the collar and holding a sharp claw up to his neck. "Give me the fuckin' bear." He growled, and while he would usually never lose his composure, he was not going to let that bear be dangled in front of him. Feeling the man shudder with a nod, he backed away to let him grab his prize; the bear and his money back in full. He loved it, the texture of the bear and the way it felt on his fur made him know Angel would adore it. A proud look made its way to his face subtly and he walked out of the park happily, believing that to be enough from LooLoo land today. he deserved everything. Angel deserved the universe, in Husk's eyes and as he walked, he found his eyes gravitating towards a jumper on the way back home. It was beautiful; the jumper was white with flowers trailing up the sleeves in pink stitching and a heart cutout on the chest and on the back. It looked as if it was made for Angel, with a lighter wallet and a newfound bag in his claws, along with a bouquet of Devil-Eye flowers (Mammon Special!) he made his way back home. Husk smiled as he walked through those hotel doors and stood in front of sir pentiouses big portrait on the wall and sighed. "Wish me luck, buddy." he muttered as he made his way to the second floor of the hotel and faced the door of Angel's room, staring at the picture of his boyfriend and their friends. It made Husk's heart melt and his fur grow hot at the beauty of Angel. with courage that took a few minutes to tame, he twisted the doorknob and opened it to see his Angel sitting with a book in his top hands. He cleared his throat lowly and watched as Angel perked up and smiled, "Whiska's! Ya made it!" he said In disbelief

lord, Angel adored husk more than afterlife itself

He knew Husk was genuine, but a part of him still doubted he'd show up for their 8th month. He was pleasingly surprised to be wrong as he pecked both sides of Husk's face and massaged his fingers into his cheek fluff and slid them up to scratch behind his ears; causing Husk to purr and melt lovingly into his touch and for his leg to ever so slightly start thumping "ah what's this then husky, this fa' mee?" Angel said teasingly, his tone joking to ready himself to be wrong. Angel couldn't believe it, he nervously took the gifts and smiled at the bouquet 'husk' he spoke 'i don't know what ta' say..' his voice seemed much softer as he sat down in his bed, the silk curtains draped up and the pink lighting above set such a pretty tone to the scene.. he placed the flowers down against his bedside table before taking a look at the jumper, sliding straight into it and it fit so perfectly. Husk could barely believe his eyes, all four arms fit so perfectly and angel suited it so well, it made husk feel hot N heavy, his cheeks slightly pink tinted 'i knew you'd like it ange' " he smiled softly just before angels tears slipped, his hand covering one side of his face to wipe his tears.. husk didn't know how to respond, 'aye what's wrong ange'.. do you not like it? I can take it bac-" "no!- no I love it I just.. didn't.. expect it' he admitted with a smile.. the two of his arms connected to his waist wrapped around himself like a self hug.. his heart was racing and in that moment husk was the only one he cared for, the only one he ever wanted to be with and die with.. he placed a kiss against husks lips, but it was soft, like their lips had barley even touched.. and before he could respond again he made contact with the bear husk had 'won' for him and got ecstatic "huska' it looks like me' awh you big-' he immediately wrapped his arms around husk and buried his cheek into his head, his fingertips stroking his cheek.. Husk laughed and held angels back to pull him closer, like this hug wasn't enough contact for him.. in the moment it's like a piece of a puzzle finally clicked and he took a deep breath, pulling away and holding one of angels hand 'i.. want.. you to know I'm ready' he smiled and this confused angel, 'ready fa' what huskie..' he responded like his heart dropped to his stomach 'to be intimate with you' he whispered, his eyes drifting up to meet angels gaze 'oh.. huska' don't force ya'self for lil ol' me.. I can wai-" "no, I want this.. I want you but I don't know.. what, I'm doing.. I'm scared I'll embarrass myself y'know' he sighed as he traced his fingers through his hair to push it back, a huff leaving his lips and his eyelashes fluttering shut to avoid angels stare 'aright then but.. I.. can help, we all start somewhere yaknow?'

It'd been awhile since husk had been intimate with anyone, the last time he did he was alive and walking earth, but this felt so different because he WANTED to be perfect for angel.. so he smiled and took his boyfriends hands, and kissing him, a passionate, gentle kiss that burned straight through with not just love but lust too, for once angel felt genuinely... Turned on by the thought of sex and he slowly shuffled down, propping himself up on his bottom elbows while his other arms hoisted around husks neck, the dim room only lit by the pink lighting above angels bed had made it feel so much more perfect, husk, being the nervous guy he was didn't know where to touch him so instinctively he moved his hands up to hold angels chest fluff and immediately angel pushed back, panting with only drool stringing their lips together, 'shit, I'm sorry' husk said immediately before angel shook his eyes, eyes wide and breath heavy 'nono, husk it's okay I just want expecting it, it's hard to..' husk frowned and lay flat against angel, his head against his chest fluff 'we don't have to do this ange' trust me I'm not a sex-maniac, I'll wait til you can feel safer with this whole thing' he spoke reassuringly, his hands moving up to hold angels cheeks, swirling his thumb just under his eye 'husk, it's fine, I want this but it's hard to.. know what people are gonna do when all I've ever been through was abuse and unconsenting touchy sex yaknow..' 'yea I know sweetheart' husk lifted himself up a little, angels legs around his waist as he peppered soft kisses down his neck towards his arms 'ill be gentle with you my love.. let me show you what love is, trust me, all I ever want to make you feel is my love'

And with that angel smiled and nodded, his head slowly cocking back as a sign of angel giving himself over to husk, at this point they could hear their own heartbeats as well as each others heartbeat, the sensuality raising the heat through the roof as husk slipped off angels shorts..his hand sliding down his hips and down his v-line til eventually he found himself grasping at angels cock, slowly moving his hand in a up and down motion while undressing himself, angels moans felt like music to his ears, knowing he was capable of actually making angel feel good sent knots of love and lust into his gut and he craved so much more..

but at the same time, watching angels face, his brows furrow and his mouth agape, his pretty waist jolting up and his hips bucking into husks touch as if he wanted more friction, god he looked gorgeous like that and husk let his desires take control. He pulled his hand away and slid his arms under angels back with his palms behind angels head, fingers interlocked into his hair before finding himself entering angels hole, a groan leaving his lips while angel wrapped his arms around husk, their bodies close enough to make the heat somehow hotter, angel seemed to grip onto husks fur and pull like he needed even closer so husk obliged and pushed himself up against angel, his head buried in his chest fluff and loud purrs alongside moans escaped his lips, he was quite the sensitive man, not very aggressive dominant, and angel adored it, The shockwaves of love being pumped into angel overwhelmed him, when it was more loving, it just felt better to angel, he let this pleasure be known via his whimpers, moans, cries, whispered begs for more, not just that but his body reacted so strangely.. his legs twitched and perked up sometimes and his hips arched upwards, the spiders hands gently stretching behind husks ears 'good kitty' angel whispered 'fuck, my god' hmmnph.." be cried out quietly all the while husk slowly thrusted into angel, his dick twitching inside angel causing a reaction from both of them, husker tightened his hug like grip on angel, holding him closely 'i love you, i love you, god.. i love you angie..' he moaned in chants, his hips bucking and his hands squeezing his hair, gently tugging at it as he opened his mouth, drooling a little as he did so.

Angel let his head fall back and succumbed to husks movements and words, his eyes slowly drifting backwards and eventually his moans became so loud that they clogged his throat sometimes, he was choking on his own pleasure.. his legs squeezing around husks waist and his hands unable to comprehend where to hold next. He wanted all of husk so he tried to speak through his moans despite the struggle 'i love ya.. t..oo..gh..whiskas" he whined out just as he felt himself release on his own chest..his hand moving up to cover his mouth and muffle his pretty moans.. and the sight of that to husk sent electricity down his guts, and almost like a wild animal, his last thrusts became power filled and he moved his arms from under angel, he found himself squeezing under angels thighs while also lifting them up a little, and let himself vunerabalise, his semen filling angel quickly. He forgot how good it felt to be intimate like that with someone and it was enough to make them both moan while hugging at eachother tightly.. the relaxation setting in while they gently rode their high out together "Christ" husk huffed through a chuckle, slowly pulling away from angel and sitting up, his eyes focusing on the quite red and lovely spider Infront of him.. he finally faced his fear and he did it, he let himself be that vulnerable with someone, "You ain't gonna leave are ya?' angel said almost nervously, despite his broken speaking and loud breathing, there was a sense of seriousness and scarseness to it 'what? No, no, baby, I'm just gonna get ya something to eat.. I ain't gonna just have sex with ya and not treat ya like a prince after' he reassured while standing up, sliding on a dark red robe he left behind the last time he went to angels, a smile forming from ear to ear that made angel feel easy 'ya really doin' that fa' me?' he spoke back as he pulled up the silk bedsheets, not taking his eyes of husk the entire time.

'of course ange, sweetheart, you deserve it' husk responded while leaning in and laying a kiss on angels forehead

[wonsroyalty]

ever seen 🧃

jungwon x f!reader ,, smau

prologue

Ignoring the fact that Sohee had just told you to “like and subscribe to his tiktok account” in order to view his back to school vlog, Yn ditched him to walk into her Biology class.

‘Last year of this dreadful subject’

Mr Van, your teacher for the year, displayed the seating plan on the whiteboard and greeted students as they came in.

“Hello!” he beamed. “Find your name and make your way to your seat. Let’s have a fun year!”

‘Wow, cheery’ you smiled awkwardly.

Scanning the room, it registered that you were one of the last people to arrive.

Your seat was located around the middle section of the room next to some boy, Jungwon ?? You’d never heard of him before.

You walked over to the empty seats and took a pencil case our of your backpack.

Mr Van had handed out textbooks and classwork books prior to you getting there so you just filled your details out onto them.

“Hello!” Mr Van smiled again to the next student coming in. “Find your name and make your way to your seat. Let’s have an awesome year!”

It was like a light had blinded your sight - the sun was shining through the blinds - as the most gorgeous man you had ever seen walked through the door.

He laughed at Mr Van before scanning the board and making his way to his seat.

‘Why is he getting closer…’

He pulled out the chair next to you and sat down.

You mentally cursed yourself for being so down bad immediately as you now knew that you wouldn’t be able to focus during the final year.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jungwon.” he smiled with the cutest dimple you had ever seen.

Your brain went into overdrive as you nodded with an unintended confused expression.

He faced the board and listened to what Mr Van was saying but you just couldn’t look away.

‘How have I never seen this guy before?’

‘He’s so beautiful.’

‘WHY is he so beautiful?!’

‘I could spent an eternity looking at that face.’

Jungwon cleared his throat. “Is there something on my face?”

Your eyes widened. “NO! I mean nooo, sorry.”

He smiled again then went back to writing his notes.

Face heating up in embarrassment, you looked away and tried to shake the feeling in your chest.

~

“So. What you’re saying is that you’ve met the supposed love of your life and he sits next to you in bio?” Minji questioned.

Riki burst out into laughter, stopping when you shoved him.

“I’m being serious!” you assured them.

Sunoo shook his head in disbelief, “So who’s the guy…?”

You froze.

“Um.”

This set Riki off again. “What do you mean um?” he cackled.

“You don’t remember his name?” Minji sighed.

“No.. I do it was… Johnny!” you clapped. “That’s his name.”

They all looked deep in thought as they tried to assess if they knew anyone called Johnny.

“Ahh! I have his number.” Sunoo cheered. “I’ll text him for you.”

Sohee came over with his vlog camera.

“What’s up Slut me out nation! About time I introduced you to my friends.” he spoke to the camera as he took a seat between Minji and Sunoo.

Instead of panning the camera around he just checked his own appearance.

“Right then.” Minji rolled her eyes. “What did Johnny say?”

“I think I texted the wrong person.” Sunoo grimaced showing you all his screen.

Riki almost fell of the table, clutching his sides.

“Woahhh what did I miss?” Sohee pouted.

You snatched the phone out of his hand.

“Who did you send this to?!”

“My friend Jungwon.” Sunoo flinched as you repeatedly hit the table.

“Oh my god! That’s the guy! That’s the guy I was talking about!”

Minji shook her head in disappointment, “You really did forget his name.”

The revelation hit you like a truck.

“Oh my… I just got rejected.”

“Well not technically- ” Riki started.

“Ughhhhgggh, how can I face him ever again?” you cried out dramatically.

Sohee cracked his knuckles, “Who do I need to beat up?”

Minji lowered his hands and explained the situation to him.

“Well he didn’t necessarily reject you.” Sohee frowned.

“He said never.” you cried actual tears as your body slumped onto the table.

Unbeknownst to you, your friends shared confused glances.

“What is she on about?” Minji mouthed.

Riki rubbed your back in attempt to comfort you.

“It’s okay, yn.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, going straight to your twitter account.

“Are you seriously creating an account right now?” Sunoo stared blankly at your screen.

“It’s to help me cope with my feelings.” you sniffled.

Sohee “What kind of therapy method is this-”

Minji shut him down, “It’s good to get your feelings out, it might help you get over him faster.”

You nodded, reassuring yourself on the matter. The page would probably only last for the year but it’s not like you were planning on using it at uni.

~

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Tear in My Heart: The Meeting

Pairing: Single Dad!Matt Jackson x Teacher!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,192

Summary: A special place in your heart is reserved for Madeleine Jackson. At the end of the first day of school, she introduces you to her dad. Is the spark you feel when shaking his hand reciprocated or is this just a crush?

Warnings: None

Requested by: @mrsmatt

A/N: I don’t think the summary is that great but it’s the best I could come up with. Anyways, here’s part one @springgirlwaiting4fall ☺️🫶🏻

Part 2: The School Play

Masterlist

Taglist

Gif is not mine. Credit to the owner.

The start of a new school year has came back around yet again. You loved teaching the little minds of the children in your class each year, seeing their eyes light up when they got the hang of something or when they win a prize out of the treasure box. First graders were always so excited and full of questions.

You spent the whole week preparing and planning for a fun first day for your students, name cards on desks along with a little goodie bag. You decorated your classroom in fun colors with a variety of educational materials and items hanging on the wall within the children’s reach. You had came up with all kinds of fun games for the kids to play and help them learn in the process. There was a toy chest filled with numbered blocks for learning math, books to help them read, and other useful tools to prepare them for the future.

You stood out in the hallway beside your classroom door as the bell rang and students began flooding the halls in search of their classroom. You smiled brightly as you welcomed each student that entered your room and helped the children that couldn’t find their teacher.

Inside the classroom, you welcomed them as whole and introduced yourself. You went down each row asking them to introduce themselves to the class and tell everyone one thing they loved. The answers ranged from dinosaurs to Barbie to trucks to seashells. One little girl’s answer just melted your heart. When asked about what she loved, she beamed and answered with, “My daddy.”

As the day went on, you kept thinking about how sweet that one little girl’s answer was. My daddy. You looked at the rows of desks and your eyes landed on the sweet little girl. She had gorgeous brown hair that cascaded around her shoulders, adorable chocolate brown eyes that had such liveliness in them. She was dressed in a purple shirt with a yellow butterfly printed on the front and blue jeans paired with a cute pair of purple and white Jordans. You watched how all the children interacted with one another and noticed she was always helping others and partnering up with the one or two kids that seemed to be left out.

At lunch time, you guided your class to the cafeteria. Some children had brought their lunch so you led them to the table designated for your students. You sat down at the same table with your lunchbox, smiling and chatting with the students already there. You opted to make yourself a classic PB&J. Just because you’re a teacher doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a kid like lunch.

A plastic cafeteria tray was sat on the table next to you. You looked up from your lunchbox to see the sweet little brown haired and brown eyed girl, Madeleine Jackson was her name but she liked Maddie better. “Hi!” You smiled as the little girl sat down.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N!” She cheerfully greeted you. She gave you the cutest smile and started up a conversation about how your day was going, your favorite color, favorite food and really just whatever she thought of. You would answer her questions and ask her some in return. You could tell she was thrilled to talking with you and honestly, you were happy she was interested in getting to know you.

After lunch, you led your students back to the classroom and started teaching a math lesson. All the children learned at different speeds which is to be expected. You explained the math lesson once more and gave a few examples on the whiteboard and with the blocks from the toy chest. When you felt like they had a pretty good grasp on it, you passed out a work sheet and blocks for visual aids.

You sat at your desk and went over the worksheets from the spelling activity when you heard a little voice from the front of your desk. “Can you help me more?” You looked up and your eyes met the sweet little Jackson girl. She looked like she was getting upset.

“Don’t don’t get upset, Maddie. Can you bring me some blocks? Maybe you need to think about it in a different way.” You offered and watched Maddie collect the blocks. When she returned, you helped her until she finally got the hang of it. “Great job Maddie!” She beamed at your praise, clearly thrilled she figured it out.

“I can’t wait to show daddy.” She grinned. You could tell by the way she talked about her dad that he meant the world to her, a total daddy’s girl. Once Maddie went back to her desk, you resumed going over the spelling worksheets from earlier.

As the first day drew to a close, you helped your students collect their things and put away anything they were using. Once that was done, the bell rang signaling that school was finally over for the day. You helped direct your students to the buses and to the car rider line. You joined the other teachers in standing alongside the students from your class and others, asking them if they see their car and when they did you walked them to their car. As the number of students dwindled down to the final few, you noticed one of your students was left, sweet little Maddie Jackson. You made your way over to her and crouched down. “Do you want to sit over on the bench and talk to me while we wait?” You offered to which she happily agreed.

The pair of you chatted about Disney movies and your favorite princesses until a car stopped in front of you. Looking up the little Jackson girl’s face lit up as she squealed, “Daddy!” She jumped down and raced towards him as he exited the car, smiling wide as he scooped her up in hug.

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling at the sweet scene in front of you. The little girl’s dad was absolutely gorgeous, from his long brown hair to his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and his contagious smile. Looking between the two, there was no mistaking them as father and daughter, she was the miniature version of him.

“Daddy! Daddy! You have to meet my teacher!” Maddie insisted, tugging on her dad’s hand once he sat her back down from the hug. He just shook his head laughing, letting her drag him over to you on the bench.

“Daddy, this is Miss Y/L/N. She’s the best teacher ever!” Maddie excitedly informed her dad. You were happy and surprised at Maddie’s statement. You always wanted to make an impression on your students, but you never realized it could be done that quickly.

Maddie’s dad chuckled at his daughter’s enthusiasm. “I’m Matt.” He introduced himself, a beautiful smile on his face. He reached out to shake your hand.

You instantly returned the smile. “Y/N.” You accepted his handshake. As you did so, you felt a sort of connection, an electric connection, a spark shooting through you. Did he feel the same?

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[moonctzeny]

nct 127 as computer engineering majors (suggestive/smutty)

this was a personal attack and I'm having nct 127 brainrot so y'all have to suffer with me

taeil:

hot TA with a fat ass that almost made you fail the class bc who the fuck pays attention to what's written on the board when he stands in front of it?

wears expensive shirts with long sleeves that he pushes over his elbows while explaining the most crucial formulas- your lab partner has to shove you so that you don’t drool all over your worksheet

you offer to help around the lab he's supervising after you somehow pass the course just to spend more time with him

you swear he flirts with you in the most gentle ways but you never bring it up bc you don't want to make him uncomfortable when he's working

but you're both adults and he doesn't teach your class anymore so you're free to ask him out but he's scary to approach you know?

until one day you're alone putting the machinery back in place when he draws a brand new circuit for tomorrow's morning class on the whiteboard and you ask him to explain the flow of electricity through those diodes

and he does and damn he's so hot when he goes all science on you so you tell him just that

how his voice and intelligence really tuns you on and you can teach him a thing or two yourself if he’ll let you

and anyways thank god you arrived at the lab the next morning before any of the students to wipe down the handprints you left on that whiteboard

johnny

study buddy who is very creative at finding new ways to make you procrastinate with him

at first he begs you to borrow your black nail polish and even convinces you to draw little designs on each nail for him

you do a pretty bad job because truth is you have a big crush on johnny and being so close to him makes your hands shake

after you're done he takes your hands in his, and lays them flat over his mousepad

"I'm gonna paint them on yours too! I want to match you!"

you agree bc it's hard to breathe at this point and you've also downed a couple of beers while waiting for the polish to dry

"I always wanted us to try a couple look. even if it's just nails"

"couple?"

"yeah. is it a bad thing?"

you shake your head negatively and he smiles so brightly you get a little dizzy, relishing in the way you squirm under his stare

johnny somehow coaxes you into climbing into his lap, his teeth breaking the skin of your neck as he removes one article of clothing after the other

"we're gonna mess up our nails johnny"

"good. make a mess out of me."

yuta

computer engineering senior and part time pc building youtuber nakamoto yuta falls in your life like a black angel to your salvation

aka he slid in your dms after you posted on your story that you’ll never finish the mandatory Assembly project on time and was having a public meltdown

“how about you buy the project from me and then you’ll only have to worry about staying cute 😜”

you roll your eyes at the message but damn you’re really desperate at this point so you agree to stop by his place to make the transaction

but before you do you decide to check out the link to his youtube channel to kinda gauge what type of guy he is

and damn you think you might have harbored a little online crush from watching his pc building series because yuta is smart and funny and way way way cuter than what his instagram pics let on

you’re quite nervous when you enter his apartment physically after seeing it as a background to his videos so many times

he has an all rainbow neon setup on the most fancy desk you’ve ever seen and that’s when he mentions it’s very durable and you think why would that matter and then you’re like oh

you excitedly ask him about all the parts and that’s how it becomes obvious that you’ve become an avid watcher of his channel during the past week

“I can’t believe I met my cutest subscriber ;)”

anyways yuta is even hotter in real life than in his videos and he smells like green soap and you think that out of all the colors neon pink looks the best when reflected on his naked skin

taeyong

he drags his fingers through his dyed locks in frustration, the color he chose for this month being a dark purple

he doesn’t care if his professors say it’s not gonna be easy working around people with all the piercings and shaved eyebrow patches on his face; taeyong prefers working with machines only anyways

a truly gifted programmer as he is, it’s weird to see him so frustrated over the neon green letters on his pc screen.

“I just can’t figure out why I’m getting this error. I tried using try-catch blocks, a break clause to debug it but still nothing works”

you’d be fine with letting him figure it out in peace if there wasn’t one problem: taeyong has this habit of moaning a little when he’s concentrated

and you think taeyong is hot on a normal day but even more so when he’s oblivious to the way he’s pushing you into a deeper level of hell with every breathy sound that leaves his lips

“you’re too hot to be worrying over java”, you think and when he stares back at you with wide eyes you realize you’ve voiced your thoughts out loud

but he still gladly takes your offer to help him relax with your mouth

doyoung (cw: praise, bimbofication)

doyoung is a senior who pays for his gas by tutoring younger students

you met for the first time when you drunkenly had a very public makeout session during a frat party last winter but that is a story for another time

programming classes were fine for you but numeric analysis was where you drew the line

you remembered him telling you all about how he’s pretty good at math that night when you were too preoccupied thinking how to shove your tongue in his mouth so here he is now, in your small apartment, kissing his teeth

“no, no, we just talked about this. It’s simple linear propolation”, he groans while correcting your shabby numbers in red ink, stretching his arms to release the pent up frustration in his body

“how about you motivate me with something? that way I can learn more effectively?”, you suggest in your most innocent tone but Doyoung doesn’t buy it one bit, ordering you to sit on his lap while he dips his hand past the hem of your shorts

“you solve a problem and I keep playing with you. you make a mistake and I push one more finger in that canny mouth of yours”

and see, you’re conflicted because you’re not sure what you like hearing more from doyoung: him calling you his ‘smart pretty girl’ or his ‘dumb princess who only likes to be braindead around him’

jaehyun

you and jaehyun have always had a rivalry when it comes to who’s the best programmer between you two

he makes fun of your terrible identation and you make fun of his bad error handling practices

so you organize little hackathons at his place, because it’s exciting and you always end up enjoying your time there in more ways than one

you bet on who can hack the university’s official website faster, loser does whatever winner wants, and you’re about almost done when jaehyun smuggly asks you to refresh the page

it all looks normal and for a second you think he cheated to win time, but when you squint your eyes under your school’s logo you finally see it

“thank god you’re hot because you suck at coding <3”

with hot blood rushing to your ears you chase him all the way to his kitchen, throwing threats here and there of what you’re gonna do to him once you get your hands on him

you finally manage to entrap him between your body and the fridge, taking his glasses off his face while he holds his breath

with their thick frame and his MCU t-shirts he looks like your average IT geek strolling through the campus- yet you know that what’s hidden under it all is a whole different thing

and you like that only you get to see it

a little magnet from some trip to a european country pokes the skin of his neck but jaehyun’s undivided attention is on you, thinking that you might slap him any second now

he chokes on plain air when you map his stubbled jaw with your fingers instead, all the way through until you rest them over his lips

you push them through the rim of his mouth until he tastes your salty skin and in this moment of pure want he knows exactly what he wants the loser to do

jungwoo

you didn’t know jungwoo before your professor partnered you up together for your IoT elective course, but programming this small computer surely brought you together

and by that I’m talking about staring at each other way longer than necessary, leaving gentle touches while your hands accidentally brush when they want to gnaw at something more: basically an obvious attraction that you turn a blind eye to

you chose a quite simple project: using a raspberry pi to make a sensor that warns the user if their heartrate raises too high

but it just wouldn’t work. You tried running around your place, doing jumping jacks, even had jungwoo scare you but to no avail

tired and slaving away until the am, you offered jungwoo to crash on your couch, not wanting him to wander around so late

he gratefully accepts the towels you offered him for a quick shower, forgetting about the sensor, but when you see him exiting your bathroom it starts to beep with life

jungwoo emerges from the steamy room with wet blonde bangs kissing the apples of his cheeks. The hoodie jacket he came over with was now unzipped, revealing the defined lines and hard abs that he’s criminally hidden all this time. Remaining droplets of water run down the hollows where his muscles connect, his hipbones peaking from the sweatpants that hang dangerously low from his waist

you get up from your seat when he makes eye contact with you, not sure why but the sight surely deserves a standing ovation.

“I don’t know why the alarm went off all of a sudden”

jungwoo only smirks, slowly approaching you until you’re just a deep breath away from your chest touching his naked one

“I think it works just fine. What if I do this?”, he wonders as he lets the knuckles of his hand trail from your wrist up your arm until it stills right over your junction, applying soft pressure

and when he finally sucks your bottom lip in between his own you’re worried the sensor might break from beeping so hard

mark

mark is a college athlete, trying to balance an engineering major and vigorous hockey practices on his shoulders

he promised his microelectronics professor he will help out with equipment maintenance for extra credit

you’ve volunteered to help with maintenance as well, feeling a weird sense of comfort between the oscillators and broken chips you have to fix

and mark is always late to your sessions but you don’t mind bc he’s cute as a button

and you heard from jeno that he thinks you’re cute too which is GOOD

mark barges in late with wet hair straight from his after-practice shower and he fills the small room with the scent of watermelon shampoo

he apologizes and you heat up the soldering iron for him and that’s when you realize: mark has no idea how to work the machinery

he touches the hot metallic tip with the pad of his index and screeches in pain, you immediately run over to inspect the dumbly inficted wound

you tie it up with a bandage you had buried somewhere in your bag and he looks so cute with his big, watery eyes and wet hair that you just have to kiss it better

mark’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels his fingers so close to your plump lips, and he thinks that he wants to be burned by one more thing before he leaves this room

you teach him patiently how to fix all the broken parts while staying safe, yet he can’t possibly be patient when you lead his hands with yours and he can feel the swell of your breasts against his back

mark doesn’t only smell like watermelon, but tastes like it too

haechan

haechan is your partner in crime; no one can remember the last time they saw you without the other on campus

you spend so much time on the computer center of your building that when the supervisor asks you two to clean up the server room for a few extra bucks you say yes

you unplug a couple of coaxial cables to properly dust off the server and you start playing around with them: using them as whips and chasing each other

in your excitement you take a long red cable and loop it around haechan’s neck, tugging the edges until it chokes him slightly

what you didn’t expect was a deep, pretty moan to bouce against the walls, asking you in between ragged breaths to do it again

so you do, and he moans gutturally again, lust filling up his half lidded eyes in a way that almost makes you think he’d let you do whatever you want to him

but haechan’s not so easy to succumb to you, shoving your body against the metal box as he sucks on your jawline, the connectors around you bringing you even closer together

you tug on his makeshift collar once more, forcing him to look at you, and you warn him that you might accidentally mess something up on the server if you continue

“if it means I get to fuck you dumb against it then I couldn’t care less”

you smirk at his response and with a hand on top of his head you push him on his knees before you. he’s gonna have to earn it.

[withahappyrefrain]

Hey- can I get a Peter Parker helping his girlfriend with her house plants and such? (Like finding and researching good fertilizer and pruning her plants?) and a chaotic Miles Morales?

Ahhh, this is my first request!

Summary: Peter watches your plants while you're away. He thinks they're all dying so he enlists Miles to help. It goes as well as you expect.

Also this is very self-indulgent as I want to have all the plants in my house

Peter Parker liked to consider himself a man of science. It wasn’t just his strong suit, approaching things-events, problems, etc.- scientifically just made sense to him.

It was why he did so well in chemistry in college. Botany, however, was a different story. One that he never tried to read. When it came to biology, he was more curious about the living organisms, given the whole Spider-Man situation. Plants on the other hand, weren’t of great interest to him.

So when you said you liked plants, he thought that meant you had maybe two or three at max.

He was wrong. So wrong.

Peter didn’t even know that many types of house plants existed until he walked into your apartment. It wasn’t just a few here and there. You had multiple plants hanging from your windows-in addition to the ones that were sitting by the windowsills, three plants in the bathroom (not including the eucalyptus in your shower), one plant stand devoted entirely to plants, and then a bookshelf and a half that had more plants than books. You had even found a way to mount several plants to your wall.

“You just woke up one day and decided to do that?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No. I saw it on Tik Tok, got permission from my landlord, and then decided to do it.”

He loved your passion. He loved listening to you describe your various plants, how each one was different, required different care. Seeing you hold up a plant, your face beaming with pride because you thought your Jade plant was truly done for once it began to drop leaves but then you were able to nurse it back to health, was the cutest thing in the world to him. He could listen to you for hours.

Of course, being the good boyfriend that he is, he was determined to be able to not just understand what you were saying, but also help you. His super strength came in handy when you had to move your larger, tropical plants to your shower for their bath day (as you called it) since ‘it makes them feel like they’re in a rainforest, also it gets rid of the dust’. It also helped whenever you had to go to the store to get multiple bags of fertilizer.

He got you a big whiteboard calendar so you could keep track of what plants needed water on what days.

“This way you won’t have sixty different alarms on your phone,” he said with a smile. You knew some of it was teasing, but it was mostly love-love for you.

So, when you had to go out of town for a week, Peter knew it was his time to shine. Time to show you that was he competent and could take care of your plants.

Miles and Aunt May teased him about it, reminding him that he wasn’t watching a pet or small child. He knew that. But he also knew that if he could show you that he could successfully take care of your plants on his own, maybe-hopefully- that would show you that he could take care of a small animal or maybe even a child with you in the future.

At his request-because he refuses to mess this up-you wrote out the schedule of the maintenance your plants required for him before you left.

“You’ll do just fine. I wouldn’t have left you in charge if I had any doubts,” You assured him before kissing Peter ‘goodbye’ for what seemed like the twentieth time.

“I just want to make sure,” He said, giving you that sweet, lovesick look he always had when he saw you.

“I trust you babe. You’re going to do great.”

Peter didn’t want to let you down.

So when your Lady Palm plant began to show some browning on the tips of several leaves, Peter took a deep breath and stayed calm. He knew this was a natural occurrence and from countless research, as well as staring at you while you did it (because you were so pretty, how could he not?), he knew what to do. A few snips here and there and your plant was good as new. Crisis adverted.

Right?

It’s like your Jade plant saw Peter, all proud that he had solved a plant problem and knew. She knew that she had to spite him, had to raise his heartbeat somehow. Which was why he freaked out when he saw that it was dropping leaves again. She (as you had told him repeatedly) wasn’t supposed to do that. At all. She was one of your favorite plants and the last thing Peter wanted to do was show you a dead version of Jade when you came home.

The bad plant luck didn’t stop there. While watering, Peter noticed that the roots on your fiddle leaf fig plant were showing. That was the plant your sister-in-law got you for your birthday. It was also the plant you were so worried about until Peter (after hours of research) told you that you were supposed to prune it so it could go and he was so proud so he couldn’t have this plant die either.

And then your favorite succulent decided to bloom a flower. Before dating you, Peter thought that was a good sign. After your many frantic “No Peter. That’s not good for a succulent. Did you ever see a cactus with a flower on it in a cartoon depiction of the desert? There’s a reason for that!”, he learned that was bad news bears.

Which was why he got Miles involved. He didn’t want to leave your plants alone, for fear that if he left, they would all somehow die at the exact same time. Because that’s how his current luck was going.

“You got the specific fertilizer, right?” Peter asked as soon as he opened the door.

“Yes, I sent you like five pictures confirming, remember?” Miles said, holding up

“And you got the hedge trimmer?” Peter asked as he walked over to the kitchen counter, which currently had plant problem #1 on it.

“Yes, May says hi by the way. And that you’re overthinking, though ‘it is sweet’. Her words, not mine,” Miles put down the fertilized and took in the scene on the kitchen counter, “Are we saving a plant or doing a surgery?”

Peter knew that May was probably right. Did he need to put a towel underneath the succulent, and have an overhead light shining over top of it? No, but it made him feel like he was back in a lab, which put him more at ease. It also helped him not imagine you coming home to your plants dying. Because who would want to stay with someone who can’t take care of some plants?

“I did my research. It is possible to cut off the flower from the succulent-“

“So we are performing a surgery. Think I can add this to my college application?”

“But,” Peter ignored Miles’ quips, “We have to be extremely careful. We can’t just rip it off, otherwise we could destroy the cells nearby it and,” He paused, “Potentially kill it.”

“Have you considered waiting until y/n-the actual plant expert- gets back?” Miles offered.

“And what? Tell them, ‘Hey despite you showing me how to do everything, I still killed all your favorite plants?’” Miles should have known by now- if Peter was stressed and it was related to you, rationale suggestions usually went over his head.

“Alright so….are we going to like, guillotine this plant or are we doing an old-fashion beheading?”

“Using your gloves, you’re going to hold the plant while I try to clip off only the flower,” The last thing Peter wanted was for you to come home and find your favorite cactus cut in half.

“I thought you said only to use the gloves for Spidey things-“

“Oh please, like you don’t use it for other stuff,” Peter snapped back. Miles shrugged, realizing his mentor was a) totally right and b) it was better to just go along with him at this point.

Miles pulled out the gloves and put them on. This way the spikes couldn’t hurt him (nor would it stick to him). Peter took a deep breath and leaned down, getting as close to the root of the flower as he could without cutting off any part of the actual plant.

Miles stared intently at Peter, holding his breath. Finally, he couldn’t help it, “So after this-“

Peter stopped and looked up, “Are you really asking me this now?”

“I’m afraid I’ll forget.”

“Miles.”

“There’s a new pho place I want to try!”

Peter sighed, regretting this decision, “If I tell you we go, will you stop talking for the rest of this procedure?” Miles nodded his head.

Despite having battled countless of villains, Peter counted this as one of the highest-stress moments of his life. He just didn’t want to disappoint you or worse, make you sad.

After several minutes of silence, Peter let out a huge sigh of relief once the flower was cut off. The damage to your cactus was minimal and hardly noticeable which was exactly what he wanted.

“You know, for a moment I was really worried that he wasn’t going to make it,” Miles deadpanned. As much as he enjoyed spending time with Peter, he couldn’t help but call out the guy when he was being ridiculous. Even if it was for love.

“Alright, now we just need to repot the Jade plant since it’s not getting proper drainage,” Peter said, getting out the new planter that he may or may not have Door-Dashed (who knew Home Depot was now one of their clients).

“Alright, where’s the next patient?” Miles asked. Peter motioned over to the plant that was on your coffee table.

“I’ll get it-“ Miles said, reaching his arm out.

“Miles wait-“

Before he could finish his sentence, a web shot out from one of Miles’ shooters. He flicked his wrist back, but then it became obvious immediately that the kid wasn’t expecting the plant to be that heavy. Miles and Peter ducked so neither one would get hit with the plant. Instead, it went straight into the kitchen wall.

“It’s heavier than it looks,” Peter whispered, finishing his sentence.

“I….I can clean that up,” Miles said, walking over to the plant that was now lying on your kitchen floor, dirt and bits of clay splayed around it.

“Forget cleaning it, the plant is out of a pot!!” It took everything in Peter not to yell.

“You can always replace it,” Miles offered, inching away from Peter slowly.

“I can’t replace her plant! She’s going to notice right away!” Peter said, running a hand through his hair, trying not to strangle his mentee.

“I mean, what is it they always say? You’re gone for a week, you come back, and your plant looks like they had a growth spurt?”

Peter sighed deeply, “Children, Miles. They say that about children. Not plants.”

“Oh.”

“Alright, if we move quick, I think we can repot it,” Peter gently picked up the plant and held it out to Miles, “Hold it like it’s a newborn puppy.”

Miles nodded while Peter moved quickly to fill up the new pot with fertilizer. Pho was definitely out of the question now.

--The next day—

As soon as you saw Peter in your apartment, you hugged him. You couldn’t help it, the suitcase you had thrown to the ground could always be picked up later. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I missed you,” You said into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you too baby,” He whispered, kissing your forehead. You broke away to kiss him on the lips, something you were surprised you hadn’t done that.

“How did plant watching go?” You asked with a smile.

“Oh it was good. We all had a fun time,” He said. While it was subtle, you could detect the nervousness in his voice.

“Awesome. Let’s see how they’re doing,” You broke away from him to walk over to your windowsill.

“Hey babe, do you want to get some pho? Miles showed me this great new place-“

“Maybe later. Why isn’t it on the windowsill Peter?” You asked.

“Oh, I….I thought she wanted….wanted to visit a new place! I moved her, she just wanted a change of scenery, you know?”

“Has anyone told you, you’re a terrible liar?” You remarked. It was obvious Peter was nervous about something, given how much he was stuttering and stumbling over his words. You couldn’t help but smile a little, as it reminded you of the time he tried asking you out. You eventually had to interrupt him and ask if he wanted to go on a date because a) you felt bad and b) he was so cute that it made you crush on him even harder.

“I’m not lying! She was looking bored, like she wanted a change of pace.”

“Alright, then where is she?” You said as you walked over to the kitchen counter. You paused and looked closer at the floor.

“Why is there fertilizer on the floor?”

Peter realized the gig was up, “Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Peter,” You wrapped your arms around his neck, “What happened?”

“I….may have thought all your plants were dying and asked Miles to help me.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining the numerous scenarios that could have led to there being fertilized on your floor.

“Where’s Jade?”

“I put her on the bookshelf. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” You walked over to the bookshelf, taking a close look at your plant.

“Peter….she’s fine.”

“Really? I thought she was a goner.”

“Actually? She looks better than before I left. Her leaves were dropping, and I meant to repot her before I left. But it looks like you already did that?” Peter nodded, “And it led to Miles getting fertilizer in the kitchen?”

“So I didn’t kill your favorite plant?” You shook your head as you grabbed his hands, pulling him into you.

“No Peter, you didn’t. But next time, please call me if you have a question before involving Miles, okay?”

“Deal,” He grinned as he leaned in to kiss you, happy that he was able to prove that in addition to being Spider-Man, he also made a great plant-sitter and boyfriend.

[fruitcoops]

hi eve! what do you think about a video where couples do the chapstick challenge? like jily vs coops and they compete to see what couple guesses more right! idk i think i would be fun

It's been too long since I wrote one of these--I missed them! Coops, Cubs, and SW Jily belong to @lumosinlove <3

“Welcome back, everyone!” Dorcas said with a smile to the camera. “It’s been over a month since our last big video like this due to scheduling, but we hope you’ve been enjoying our more active social media presence in the meantime. I’m here today with James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and our lovely Cubs. How were your summers, everyone?”

“Hear that, Cap?” Logan’s grin was smug as the cat that got the canary. “I’m lovely.”

“Our summers were great,” Sirius said, ignoring him. “Lots of vacation time.”

“At our house,” Lily teased.

“Yeah, while you were on vacation. It’s called being a good godfather.”

“I’m glad you all had fun,” Dorcas interjected smoothly as she pulled three bags from under her chair. “Because we’ve got a very special game today. Inside these bags are ten blank chapstick tubes, each with a different flavor. One person from each team will apply the chapstick to their lips, and their partner will first have to kiss them, then guess the flavor. Finn, Leo, and Logan, your team will have two guessers.”

“They get two guesses?” Remus protested. “That’s so unfair!”

Dorcas shrugged. “They have to guess at the same time, and they only get one point per correct answer.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Y’know, Loops, you’re starting to sound pretty homophobic over there…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Remus sighed.

The camera cut; when it returned, Lily, Sirius, and Finn were seated in folding chairs with the bags of chapstick in their laps and a small sticky note in their hands. Across from them, their significant others were sitting with large headphones over their ears.

“Can you hear me?” Dorcas called.

Remus didn’t react at all as he messed with the trailing wire; Logan squinted at her. “Quoi?”

“I can’t hear anything,” James said loudly. “This is super weird. It’s just, like, humming. Honey, it sounds like Harry’s white noise machine!”

Lily smiled reassuringly and patted his hand. “A little quieter, lover.”

“What?”

“A little—nevermind.”

Dorcas’ mouth twitched with a suppressed smile. “Non-guessers, you can find all the flavors written on stickers at the bottom of each tube. Please start with number one on your flavor lists when you’re ready.”

Sirius bit his lip as he riffled through the bag, and Remus leaned forward to give him a light peck at the corner of his mouth. “I haven’t put any on yet!” he laughed.

Remus paused. “What?”

“I haven’t put any chapstick on.”

“Slower, I’m not good at lipreading.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered with a shake of his head.

Next to him, Finn had already applied his first flavor and was sitting with a happy smile as Leo and Logan thought for a moment. “Is it lime?’ Leo guessed.

“I think it’s lime,” Logan said half a second later. Finn gave them a thumbs-up and the three of them high-fived. “Called it!”

“That’s…lemon? Really sour lemon?” James guessed. Lily shook her head and showed him the tube. “Lime. Shit.”

Remus licked his lips. “Lime?”

Sirius nodded. “Oui!”

“Really? Hell yeah!”

“We’re at a bit of an advantage,” Sirius said as he put the lime in his lap and checked his list. “I wear chapstick all the time.”

“Why?” Dorcas asked, sounding rather amused.

“My lips get dry from being at the rink all day.” Sirius shrugged and put the next one on. A mischievous smile flickered over his mouth and he tilted his chin toward Remus. “He won’t leave me alone, either.”

Remus’ eyebrows pitched and he leaned forward. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You have to go slower, I really can’t—”

“Green apple!” Logan exclaimed, slapping Finn’s knee in excitement as Dorcas covered her mouth to hide her laughter. “I remembered what it’s called!”

“Correct!” Finn announced.

“I think it’s green apple,” Leo said.

James pulled away and rested his chin on his hand. “Kind of a caramel apple, but without the caramel.” Lily turned to face the camera with a look of disbelief. “So just a normal apple, I guess.”

“Yes!” Lily turned his face toward her with a smile. “You got it!”

“I got it? Woohoo!”

“That’s green apple.” Remus wrinkled his nose. “Tastes like those shitty candy apple lollipops, though. Did I get it?”

Sirius nodded and wiped his lips off. “Number three is pomegranate,” Dorcas announced.

Finn frowned as he dug through his bag. “I don’t—there it is. Wow, this smells really nice.”

Leo paused and smiled before kissing him. “That smells really nice!”

“Does it?” Finn laughed before moving to give Logan a kiss.

“Oh, I like that,” Remus said, kissing Sirius a second time. “No idea what the flavor is, but I like it. Hmm. I have to think about that.”

“Is that frosting?” James asked excitedly as he grabbed Lily’s hands. “Do you have frosting flavored chapstick?”

“No,” she laughed, shaking her head. “What the hell? It’s pomegranate.”

“It’s what?”

“Pomegranate.”

“Persimmon?” She rolled her eyes and showed him the sticker. “Wow, I never would have guessed that.”

“Is it cherry?” Remus guessed. Sirius shook his head and his face fell. “Aw.”

Leo and Logan shared a look as Finn kept his poker face. “I have no idea what that is,” Logan finally said. “It’s sweet, though.”

“Is candy-flavored chapstick a thing?” Leo wondered. Finn held the tube up. “Pomegranates are tart. That wasn’t tart.”

“What the hell is that?” Logan looked to someone off-screen and held one of his headphones away from his ear.

“Une grenade!” someone called.

“Oh! That didn’t taste like it at all.”

All four guessers kissed their partners within a few seconds for the fourth—almost immediately, they pulled away, faces twisting. “Oh my god,” Remus coughed, wiping his lips. “That’s grape. Oh my god.”

James’ nose scrunched. “It’s grape. I don’t like it.”

In a moment of direct action, Leo took the wet wipe Finn had been using and ran it over his mouth while Logan stuck his tongue out. “It’s grape, and it’s gross. No more cough syrup kisses, please.”

“You’re halfway there!” Dorcas called, chalking up their correct guesses on a whiteboard as Lily, Sirius, and Finn applied the fifth flavor.

Sirius held his hand up as Remus started moving in and sneezed. “Desolee. Okay, you can go now.”

Remus kissed him and recoiled in half a second. “More cough syrup? Are you kidding me? It’s not any better when it’s cherry.”

“Dorcas,” Leo whined when he pulled away. “The first ones were such nice flavors!”

“My head hurts just tasting that,” James said miserably. “It’s that awful fake cherry stuff.”

“That’s cherry.” Logan smacked his lips with a grimace. “Eugh.”

Dorcas held up five fingers for them to see as she spoke. “Just five more, and you’re all done. Those are the only bad ones.”

Lily lit up as she applied the sixth and James hurried to kiss her. “Oh, that one is nice! You always wear strawberry. It’s my favorite.”

Remus shrugged. “Kiss was great, flavor’s fine. It’s just fake strawberry, yeah?”

“Whew.” Leo’s eyebrows rose after the kiss. “Very st—”

“Oh, strawberry!” Logan interrupted. “Katie makes me wear something like that when we have tea parties.”

Dorcas added more tallies to her board. “Tremzy, you can’t hear me, but that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever said. We need pictures.”

“I’ll find some,” Finn promised.

Sirius rubbed his lips together and made a face; Remus laughed, running the pad of his thumb along his mouth. “Stop, I can’t kiss you like that! It can’t be that bad.”

“That would give me a headache,” James said, clearly disappointed. “It’s some sort of pineapple monstrosity. Pina colada? I liked the strawberry a lot better.”

“It’s pineapple. Does that count?” Lily asked. Dorcas nodded, and she gave James a high-five.

“That’s not bad,” Leo admitted with a shrug. “Tastes like the dried mango we get at the store, the kind with all the sugar on it.”

“I don’t have the first idea what that is,” Logan said. “Knutty, I’m letting you take the reins here.”

“You’re both wrong,” Finn said, enunciating every word so they could read his lips.

“Baby—” Remus faltered with a laugh and held the wet wipes out of reach as Sirius tried to take them back. “Baby, we don’t get a point if you wipe it off. Just one kiss, okay?”

“Fine,” Sirius grumbled. Remus pressed a sweet kiss to his upper lip and handed him a fresh wet wipe. “Happy now?”

“Oh, I like that,” Remus said. “It’s definitely pineapple. I can see why you hated it so much.”

“Cap, do you not like pineapple?” Dorcas asked. His intense wiping of his lips was the only answer necessary. “We’re in the final three. Sirius, your team is in the lead by one.”

“Come on, hubs,” Lily said as she put the next one on. “This is easy-peasy. We have to beat Cap or we’ll never hear the—”

“Mint!” Leo exclaimed, looking quite proud of himself. “Ooo, it’s like Christmas.”

“I can smell it all the way over here,” Remus laughed, though he didn’t pass up the kiss. “That’s peppermint.”

“It’s like a candy cane,” James said dreamily.

“He’s not going to like this one,” Sirius said as he capped the next chapstick. “I like it, though, and that’s all that matters. Pucker up, Loops.”

“Oh, hell no.” Remus leaned back as Sirius leaned in, keeping his lips out of range. “Nope, not a chance. That’s some plastic vanilla bullshit and I’ll be tasting it all day.”

Dorcas tapped him on the shoulder and he lifted one headphone. “If you don’t taste it, you don’t get a point this round.”

“We can take the hit.”

“What? No!” Sirius protested. “I had to taste the pineapple, remember?”

“I love you and I totally want to win this, but I really, really don’t want that taste in my mouth.”

“Fine,” Sirius sighed, wiping his lips off as Remus readjusted his headphones.

James’ face split into a beaming smile after his kiss. “Birthday cake!”

“No.”

“Shit.”

“Vanilla,” Leo and Logan said in unison.

Finn pumped both fists in the air. “Yes! We’re tied for first!”

Leo gave him a high-five. “I don’t know what you’re saying, but you seem excited about it!”

“Last one,” Dorcas warned. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“You should wear chapstick more often,” James said as Lily lined her lips. “It makes you so soft.”

“He has no idea how greasy my mouth feels right now,” she said fondly with a glance to the camera.

“Tell me about it,” Sirius agreed. “Alright, Loops, don’t pussy out this time.”

Remus narrowed his eyes. “You just told me not to pussy out, didn’t you?”

Sirius blinked at him. “I thought you couldn’t read lips.”

“C’mere.” Remus cupped his jaw in one hand and kissed him, then smiled. “Orange. Did we win?”

“Mmm, that’s what the oranges back home taste like,” Leo said, going in for a second kiss.

Logan licked his lips a couple of times. “Tastes like fancy orange juice. I like it.”

“In a cruel twist of irony, my lips are getting dry,” James said when they parted. Lily raised her eyebrows as he thought. “That’s orange. We won, right?”

“Take off your headphones,” Dorcas said, miming the motion until everyone could hear her before holding her scoreboard up. “Unfortunately, James and Lily are in last place with a score of seven out of ten. Cap and Harzy, your teams are tied for first place with eight out of ten.”

“We could have won if you didn’t have a personal grudge against vanilla,” Sirius said under his breath. Remus threw one of the chapsticks at him and Sirius dropped another down the neck of his shirt.

“Boys.” They both gave Dorcas a sheepish look and she shook her head. “Thankfully, we prepared for this situation with a tiebreaker. Nobody but me knows the flavor, and it is not written on a sticker. Remus, Leo, and Logan, you will not have to put your headphones on again, but you will have to correctly identify both flavors to get their point. You will write your answers on these whiteboards. You only get one kiss to determine your guess. On your marks, get set, go!”

Sirius swiped a decent amount over his lower lip and pulled Remus in with his hands on his cheeks; Finn practically used half the stick covering his mouth before collecting his kisses. “That’s interesting,” Leo murmured, tapping his dry-erase pen on his thigh. “That’s very interesting.”

Remus jotted down an answer and leaned back in his chair with a self-satisfied smile. “You know it?” Sirius asked with a grin.

“I do.”

“Is that your final guess?’ Dorcas checked. He nodded, and she took his pen. “Leo, Logan, do you have a guess as well?”

“I think I know one of the flavors,” Leo said cautiously, bending over to whisper it in Logan’s ear. He hummed in agreement, then whispered back.

“This is so intense,” James murmured, looking between the two teams as Lily perched herself on his lap. “I feel like I’m watching the Olympics.”

“If we get one of the flavors right and Loops gets both wrong, do we win?” Logan asked as Leo wrote their answer down.

Dorcas thought for a moment. “Yeah, sure. But only if Remus gets it completely wrong.”

“What’s the prize?”

“You already get to kiss your partners all afternoon instead of running drills. What more do you want?”

“Amen,” Remus agreed.

“Alright.” Leo handed over the whiteboard pen, though he looked nervous.

“Would you like to go first?” Dorcas offered.

“Coconut and lemon?”

“That is incorrect.”

“Ah, fuck me,” Logan muttered. “Loops, you’d better be wrong.”

Remus’ smile was even more pleased as Dorcas turned to him. “Remus, do you know what it is?”

“Well, Ms. Meadowes, I’m glad you asked. That’s Burt’s Bees honey and coconut.” He flipped the board with a flourish. “And it just so happens that my boyfriend bought that exact chapstick at the store last week and has worn it every single day since then.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Leo looked between them in shock as Logan’s jaw dropped. Finn buried his face in his hands. “Of every flavor on earth—”

“I promise it was not intentional,” Dorcas said, though she was laughing a little. “I literally rolled dice to pick it while I was looking at the website.”

Sirius looked to the ceiling as he pulled Remus’ chair closer. “Thank you, universe, for my terrible impulsive habits in the self-checkout line.”

Dorcas turned to the camera with a dimpled smile and spread her hands. “Thank you for joining us for the chapstick challenge, Lions! You can find all these flavors at the link in the description. Like and subscribe for more videos like this, have a great day!”

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𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨× 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟗𝐊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧), 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨/ 𝐒𝐮𝐛! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux

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"Miss L/N? May I please have a word with you?"

While others would have already been sweating nervously at having their journalism professor single them out after they had just turned in an essay 2 days ago, the called out girl had a smug grin on her face that she did not care to hide as she practically strutted over to her teacher's desk. Looking over to make sure all the other students were gone and door was closed, she immediately pushed away some of the books on the edge of the desk before perching herself on it, one leg crossed over the over. Taking out the cherry tootsie pop from her mouth with a loud pop, she asked him:

"How can I be of service?" With a wink she put thr candy back in her mouth, making sure he could hear the sucking sound she made as she wrapped her lips around it.

He shook his head as he recognized the all too familiar tone in her voice that meant she was up to no good again.

"Don't start with me Y/N, you're already pushing your luck. First off......."

He tapped her exposed thigh with the tip of his pencil.

"You know I don't want you, or anyone sitting on my space. Second..."

One of his hands reached out and took away the lollipop from her mouth and dumped it in the trash bin under his desk.

"I've already told you no more eating in my classroom." He reminded her.

With a pout on her lips, she whined softly.

"But I was hungry! And besides.......I saw you staring at me in class as I sucked on it."

Clearing his throat, the black haired male adjusted his tie nervously, not thinking he got caught.

"You're very distracting at times." He excused himself.

Letting out a giggle, she scooted close to where she was sitting right in front of him, legs spread out enough that if he bent his neck, he'd be able to see right up her short plaid skirt and gaze at her bold choice of the pink lace panties he loved seeing on her during the nights she went over to his house. But he resisted the urge, instead keeping his face up and away from her lower bottom.

"Maybe you're just having trouble focusing cause you're too stressed......but I can help with that Yunho."

Feeling bolder than other days, she slipped off his desk and straddled one of his thick and massive thighs, her lips attaching themselves to his neck as one of her hands rested in between his legs, groping at his now hardening member that was bulging out of his khaki dress pants. Yunho bit back a moan, one of his hands instinctively reaching over to caress her thigh, drawing out circles before going further up her skirt, eyes scrunching together in confusion when he did not feel the material of the safety shorts she was supposed to wear. Feeling something soak his thigh as she slowly grinded down on it, his large hands gripped her thighs and got her off him, placing her back on his desk with a loud thud. She gasped softly when he lifted up her skirt and saw the familiar flower pattern covering her now soaking core, a visible wet patch in the middle of it. Yunho looked back at her with a disgruntled gaze.

"Surprise?" She batted her eyelashes at him rather innocently.

Letting out a huff, he pulled her skirt down before rummaging through his bag.

"Not only do you belatedly disobey dress code and wear a uniform skirt that's much too short, but you don't even wear your safety shorts?" He was beyond annoyed at this point, and Y/N knew it. Wanting to poke fun at him, she snorted.

"What? Afraid I'll bend over and someone else will see?"

Although she meant it as a joke, she immediately stopped laughing when he slapped her thigh.

"Yes."

She gulped as he stared her down. She could see the jealousy burning in his eyes, could also see the lust hidden behind him. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over that dammed furniture right then and spank her for even thinking about pulling off such a daring thing. But then he remembered where they were, the prestigious university he worked at and she studied in and calmed himself down, refusing to give in to her fantasy of having him fuck her in the very classroom where they met a year ago.

Taking a deep breath, he handed her a spare pair of shorts he kept with him.

"Go to the bathroom and put these on right now." He ordered her.

Looking at them, she chuckled.

"And just how did you know to keep a pair with you?" She inquired.

Smiling softly, he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers.

"I'm dating possibly the brattiest and most mischievous vixen in this school. I have to be prepared for anything."

With an innocent peck to her lips, he ushered her off his desk again.

"Now run along and do as I say. You're already on enough problems as it is, especially after you did utterly horrible on your last essay." He picked up a tiny stack of papers and waved it in front of her face.

Grimacing, she looked up at him.

"Does this mean I'm failing the semester?"

"I don't know...what do you think?" He questioned her.

Knowing she was screwed, she put on the cutest and most innocent puppy eyes she was capable of making and began playing with the tie across her teacher's neck.

"Please professor, don't you think you could be a little nice and give me a chance to make up for it?"

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear.

"Perhaps with one of those sloppy and messy blowjobs you love getting?"

Gulping slightly, Yunho gently pried her hands off him.

"Nice try Miss L/N, but if I'm going to be a fair teacher, I have to treat you the same as the others in these situations."

Her mouth dropped as he nonchalantly began packing his things to go have lunch in a teacher's lounge and hang out there until his next class.

"Seriously? Not even if I promise to do better or even bake you a cake?" She scoffed.

"Nope. And I'll remind you the last time you tried to bake me a cake, you nearly burned your eyebrows off." He let out a soft, deep laughter as he brushed past her to leave the room.

"But I'm your girlfriend!" She complained.

"And precisely because you're my girlfriend is why I want you to do better, even if it means failing you to get you to straighten up your act. Seriously princess, just because you're practically an heiress, doesn't mean I'll allow you to do as you please let alone give in to your every whim."

With a kiss to her forehead and a pat on her head he reminded her to behave and to follow his previous instructions of going to the bathroom before leaving her alone in the room.

Feeling fury rise up in her body, Y/N stormed out of the classroom and headed straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Hating the fact her stubborn and hard headed boyfriend practically called her a spoiled brat, she locked herself in one of the stalls and proceeded to dip her hand inside her folds, rubbing furiously at the clit, desperately trying to get some relief from all the pent up sexual tension she'd been accumulating. Inserting a finger inside herself, she tried to imagine that it was one of her boyfriend's long fingers penetrating her, even though it was no where near the real thing. Sometimes she'd get wet during class from him just tapping his fingers on the whiteboard, picturing all the times he'd buried them deep inside her and had her squirting all over his arm.

She imagined him laughing in her ear, calling her a dirty little girl and teasing her for making such a mess of herself as his thumb continued to abuse her sensitive little nub. She released long and deep moans, not giving any fucks about if someone came in and found out what she was doing.

Frustrated at not being able to get herself off like she wanted to, she simply tore the lace panties off herself and threw them in the trash can. Stepping out of the stall, she reached for her bag to get the shorts she'd been ordered to put on, but suddenly stopped. Still upset and not getting her way, Y/N zipped her bag back up and adjusted her skirt. With a little shrug, she calmly walked out the bathroom and headed to her next class. On her way over, she accidentally dropped her phone which sent her panicking for a moment.

"Please don't be broken." She was screwed if she broke the third phone her parents bought her in less than a month.

Bending over, she flipped it over and let out a sigh of relief as the screen was intake and still working. Standing upright, she stuffed it back in her bag and continued along as if nothing was the matter, as if she wasn't already late to class....

As if she totally didn't just get caught in her little scandalous lack of clothes.

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Yunho calmly picked up some of his lunch on his fork, ignoring the usual snickering and gossip of his seniors who were seated on the table next to his. He had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes or groan dramatically at their nonsense.

"It was so hot." Seonghwa, the social science teacher laughed.

Hongjoong, who was the visual and performing arts teacher, leaned in to whisper, not so discreetly since Yunho could still hear him perfectly.

"I know. I nearly dropped my books when I saw her ass on display. I wanted to go over there and smack it." He admitted unashamedly.

"Oh my God did you catch a glimpse of her pussy? I'm pretty sure it was soaking and fuck.....I just wanted to have a taste."

Yunho cringed when the older male swiped his obnoxiously long tongue across his lips.

"I bet she tastes so good and I bet her pussy is so fucking tight. I'd totally fuck her if I got the chance."

Seonghwa agreed with Hongjoong's words.

"She'd probably let you. I mean.....if she bold enough to come to this oh so holy school with those extremely short skirts and not wear underwear, I'm pretty sure she'd fuck around with a teacher or two." He added.

"Wasn't there a rumor circulating last year about her hitting on a teacher or something?" Hongjoong tried to remember.

Seonghwa shrugged.

"Wouldn't surprise me if it was true. And it wouldn't surprise me if any teacher accepted her advances. L/N Y/N is a seriously gorgeous girl, I don't think anyone could resist her."

Yunho dropped his fork when he heard her name, his blood boiling now as he replayed all their words now in a different light as he realized they were talking about his girlfriend. Grabbing his lunch, he quickly stood up and threw it in the trash, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore, but instead feeling angry and furious. Checking his time, he knew she was about to come out of her next class any minute now, so he waited for her outside his classroom, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

When she finally turned the corner, his eyes narrowed in on her, more specifically on her skirt. Sauntering over to her, he caught her off guard when he gripped her wrist harshly and dragged her inside the classroom, leaving her confused and wondering what had gotten into him. Making sure to lock the door behind him, Yunho pinned Y/N to the wall and in a flash lifted her skirt up, his face reddening as he confirmed it indeed was her that Seonghwa and Hongjoong were gushing and lusting about.

"Did I not specifically instruct you to put on the safety shorts?"

She shivered at the harsh tone he was speaking to her with.

"I...well, yes but-"

She let out a squeal when his fist banged on the concrete next to her face.

"Then explain to me why not only did you disobeyed me, but you actually went off parading around the school with absolutely nothing to cover that drenched cunt of yours."

She was absolutely speechless at his demeanor, she had never seen him this angry before and she wasn't going to lie, it was quickly arousing her.

"Yunho...Yunho I'm-"

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, one hand gripping her jaw as his tongue poked out to invade her mouth, as his other hand hiked her skirt up, a finger sliding across her folds.

"Don't fucking tell me you're sorry. We both know whores like you aren't build to feel regret."

His mouth silenced the sounds that came out if her as a result of him slipping one of fingers inside her, the very thing she had been craving all day.

"Oh fuck..." She breathed out when he gave her no chance to adjust as he shoved a second finger inside, circling them around to stretch her walls out.

"Hmmm yeah. That's all you think about don't you? Your head is just filled with thoughts of getting fucked."

She couldn't resist it as she began rolling her hips, wanting him to fuck his fingers deeper inside her.

"Is that why you allowed Professor Seonghwa and Hongjoong to see you like that? Did you purposefully bend over to let them see your filthy hole? Hmm? I bet you did it on purpose."

She opened her eyes and gasped harshly when he then added a third finger, the wet noises her pussy was making now becoming louder.

"Wh-what?" She managed to get out a single word.

Yunho grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper in her, almost tempted to shove his entire fist inside.

"Don't play dumb. They saw you bending over and saw your lack of underwear. I had to hear their bullshit talk of wanting to eat your pussy and fucking it." He let out a low growl as he recalled their lewd words, sending him into an angry mode once again, prompting him to move his lips from her mouth to proceed with an attack to her neck, sucking on all her sensitive spots.

"Did you want that? Did you want fucking Park Seonghwa to eat out that pussy of yours? Or did you want Kim Hongjoong to hit it from the back as he slapped your ass red?"

Before Y/N knew it, she was releasing such erotic noises as she threw her head back, gasping out as an unexpected orgasm took over her. Yunho also couldn't believe how unbelievably fast she came, and he was beyond pissed as he realized that he helped her get off to the thought of someone who wasn't him. Pulling his fingers out of her, he squished her cheeks, the remnants of her cum now plastered on the sides of her face.

"Did you seriously just cum at the thought of those two assholes?!"

Without a warning, he lifted her up and roughly sat her on his desk.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Who this pussy belongs to?!"

Spreading her legs as wide as they could go, Yunho dropped to his knees and buried his face in her heat, tongue poking out to suck off all the juices his hands had her spilling out from before. He had no shame as he spilled out almost animalistic sounds as began slurping hungrily at her heat, paying close attention to her clit.

"No one but me gets to eat your pussy out. No one can make you get you like this but me." Pulling away, he spit onto her clit before diving back in, moaning erratically to send vibrations into her mound.

Y/N's chest began rising up and as her breathing became more labored. Her hands tried reaching for his head to try and grind herself against his face, but he harshly slapped them away.

"Keep them up or I'll tie them up." He hissed at her.

Wanting to keep herself from being tempted to move them back to his head, she opted to place them on her chest, kneading at her breasts as Yunho continued to devour her, tongue flicking in and out of her core. She felt herself ready to burst at any moment, and Yunho knew it too. He waited til she was a mere slurp away from cumming before removing himself, earning a frustrated groan from her.

"Yunho!"

She sat up to complain, but his hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her back on the desk, causing a choked gasp to get caught in her throat.

"Shut up you slut. You'll get and take what I decide to give you and you're in no place to complain. I'm still upset at you failing and livid at you being a slutty exhibitionist."

Pulling her up by her hair, he got her off the desk and shoved her to her knees, placing himself in front of her. He had a sadistic look as he began undoing his belt.

"I believe you offered to suck me off a few hours before......well I'm taking you up on that offer. Suck me off and I'll let you cum. Show me what the mouth of yours can do."

She was nearly drooling when his red tip came out, brushing against her nose. It was painfully erect and leaking precum. Wrapping her hand around it, she made sure to spit on it and coat it generously so her hand could stroke him more easily. She looked up at him, sending him a mischievous smile as she began taking him in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face as she sunk his whole length into her mouth, gagging a little when she reached the base, Yunho inhaling deeply as she proved yet again that she was more than capable of stuffing him down her throat. She began bobbing her head, swallowing around the head while her hand worked on the rest of his dick.

Yunho let her do as she pleased, wanting to get her as relaxed as possible before he commenced his plan. Silently, he removed the belt completely off his pants, making move as if he was going to place it on the desk behind her. While she was distracted, he suddenly removed her from his length, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin.

"Ok.....since you obviously can't seem to do it, let me give you a few private lessons."

Y/N slightly panicked when he wrapped the belt around her neck, using it as makeshift leash and collar. He harshly pressed her back into him.

"Open that mouth of yours."

Following his orders, she opened up as wide as she could. Wasting no time, Yunho slammed his cock back inside her mouth, hips moving at a fast pace as he began to fuck her face, hand never letting go of the long strap. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out, gagging and releasing choking sounds every time he hit the back of her throat. Yunho snickered amusedly as he watched drool pour out of her mouth, prompting him to go even rougher on her.

"That's it, just like that-fuck!"

He shut his eyes tightly, eyebrows furrowed as he began chasing his own release. The girl underneath him moaned uncontrollably as he tightened the belt around her, feeling his spurts of cum flowing down her throat.

"Swallow it all you slut. I don't want you spitting any of it out."

Holding her head in place, he made sure he had emptied himself completely before pulling out of her, her lips red and swollen as she gasped for air. Inhaling deeply, she stuck her tongue out to show she had indeed swallowed all of his cum, prompting Yunho to caress her cheek affectionately.

"Good girl......."

Cocking his head to the side, he easily lifted her up into his arms.

"But you're not off the hook just yet."

Y/N stuck her hands out to keep her face from slamming too harshly into the desk, cheek pressed on the cold surface as she felt Yunho lift her skirt higher to expose her ass. She looked over and noticed him loosing up his tie, tearing it off him before grabbing both of her hands and placing them behind her back, wrapping the tie around them and rendering them unable to move. "Look at you, looking so small and pliant...... like you aren't some filthy little whore."

He began to slowly tease her, slapping his massive cock onto her cheeks and then sliding it across her slick folds. Y/N pushed her ass more out, wanting him to just shove it inside her.

"Oh, are you desperate to cum little one? You want my big fat cock inside you to fuck you dumb?" He cooed at her.

She immediately nodded.

"Yes! Please Yunho! Fuck me dumb!" She begged him, wiggling her ass for him to give in.

She began whining when he still made no move to give in.

"Yunho! Would you please-Ahh!"

With no warning, he tore right inside her, hips setting a rough and fast pace. Y/N tried to grip the desk but was reminded about the fact her hands were bound behind her back. Frantic and staggered moans came out of her mouth as Yunho kept hitting her g-spot, making her previous ruined orgasm suddenly spike up once again. He noticed it too, feeling how her walls began squeezing around him.

"Go ahead. Cum, I know you want to."

Needing no further instruction, she came all over his cock, a long drawn out mewl of his name all she could say as she panted heavily as she was coming down from her high. She had no time to relax though as Yunho simply sped up his thrusts, taking advantage of her sensitive state.

"Y-Yunho no! Please! T-too much!" She cried out, earning her a slap on her ass.

"Shut up! You wanted to come so badly? And I'm happy to deliver."

His grunts and her piercing screams could probably be heard all the way across the hallway, but neither of them cared, Y/N because she got him to finally break and him because he got to claim her as his own. Taking a hold of one of her thighs, he lifted her leg up to rest on the desk, hitting even deeper inside her. Letting out ragged and hoarse grunts, Yunho slightly pulled Y/N up using the belt around her neck.

"Tell me who's fucking you this hard? Who's making you feel this good? Hmm? Answer me!" He smacked her ass once again.

Y/N tried to answer, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish, unable to form any words. Yunho couldn't help but release an evil laugh at the state she was in.

"Awww. I really did fuck you dumb. You can't even remember any words. Let me help you refresh your memory."

She let out a shriek when his hand came down to slap her ass.

"A."

He smacked her once again.

"B."

A third slap resonated through the room.

"C."

She had tears falling at this point from her eyes due to the overstimulation and from the seering pain on her bum from how hard his hand was slamming down on it as he continued to say the alphabet out loud for her. She knew he was definitely going to leave more than a few hand prints on it. He was barely getting to the letter 'N' when she began spasming underneath him.

"Yunho! Stop! I'm-fuck!"

She couldn't control herself as she began squirting from how hard he was thrusting in her, a pool of her liquids forming on the floor. When Yunho saw, he let out a groan of accomplishment, feeling smug at getting her to burst out of control. He wasn't satisfied though, he was nowhere near done with her. Not changing his pace at all, he continued his relentless attack on her throbbing and swollen pussy, one hand holding her down in place while the other went to stuff his fingers inside her mouth.

"I know how much you love my fingers. Such a slut for them. You get horny just by watching them during class."

He felt her muffled moans on his fingertips, followed by a choked out grunt when he pushed the deeper in her mouth.

"Tell me? Do you even remotely think Seonghwa or Hongjoong can compete with me? Can they?!"

Whimpering pathetically, she shook her head as she felt another spurts of liquid drip down her thighs. She was beyond worn out at this point, but wanting to push her past her limit, Yunho began untying her hands.

"Look at you making such a mess on the floor. Tell me if anyone can make you drip as much as I do? Can anyone make you cum for yet a fifth time?"

He took out his fingers from her mouth to let her try and talk.

"Please! Yunho! I c-cant! Can't!" She wailed.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he flipped her onto her back, holding her legs up onto his wide shoulders and quickly slipping inside her once again.

"Yes you can and you will. I know a little cumslut like you can give me one more, just as messy as the last two."

At this point, her nails were raking along the wood underneath her, her vision blurry from all the overwhelming pleasure she was enduring, her thighs aching from how hard his fingers were gripping on them, prints no doubt were going to be left on them, evidence of all that happened in those 4 walls. She was no longer aware of anything around her, the only thing she could hear was the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other and the squealching sounds coming from where they were connected. She muttered something incoherent which she could not even understand herself, but Yunho knew what she was trying to say.

"Come on. Give it to me. Make a mess all over me and then I'll fill up your dirty little hole with my cum."

His thrusts were erratic and sloppy at this point, hand coming down to slap her throbbing and reddened clit, causing her to jolt and squirt all over him once again, her body thrashing and quivering as she tried to move away from him but he just held her in place. With a few more thrusts, he shakily came undone, his hot and thick cum coating inside her walls.

"Fuck! Shit!"

His body collapsed on top of hers, breath hitching as he wheezed slightly. After a few minutes, he got up, bangs sticking to his forehead, sweat trickling down his cheeks and nape of his neck. She was in no better state than him, hair all disheveled and too dazed out to even think. Pulling out of her, a light trickle of liquids came out, falling onto the puddle that was already there.

"Oh my god." Yunho was astonished by the mess they created, unable to stop the shy giggle from escaping his mouth.

Pulling his pants back up, not caring about the wet stains all over it, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. Bending down, he cupped her cheeks and began peppering kisses all over her face, fingers moving the hair away from her forehead.

"You ok my little princess?" He checked on her.

"Tired......can't...move." Through labored breathing she managed to answer him.

"Don't worry my tiny doll. I'll take you back to my place and take proper care of you."

Grabbing her limp arms, he wrapped them around his neck before lifting her up as if she was nothing more than a piece of paper. Y/N mumbled something with a whiny tone as she buried her face in his neck. Yunho chuckled as he processed her words.

"Well......ok. Just because I kinda feel bad at the state you're in, I'll give you another chance to redo your essay. But I want it turned in before the week is over ok?"

She nodded softly, arms clinging tighter around his neck as they walked through the empty hallways.

"And you say you're not the type to have a teacher's pet." She poked his chest slightly.

"Ya, behave or I'll punish you little pet." He gave her a halfhearted warning, that he knew he'd never follow through on after her heard her fussy little whine.

As they were nearing the exit, they were caught by none of than Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were talking amongst themselves and stared in shock when they saw them together. Yunho protectively moved one of his hands underneath her thighs to press her flowing skirt to her body, not willing to allow them another glimpse at what was rightfully his. With a completely calm demeanor, he smiled at them.

"Hey guys. Don't mind us, we're just going home so if you'll excuse us."

Walking past them, he tried so hard not to laugh at their shocked and bewildered expressions.

"Oh! By the way, if you see the custodian, tell them I'm sorry about the mess."

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[skiller0dani]

Sinful | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

//

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

//

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

//

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

[ahtsumu]

college student!miya atsumu hc dump

pairing: gn!reader ; genre: so much fluff, headcanons/mini drabbles ; tag(s): fluff, slightly suggestive, just the underclassman years for now, based on the american college system ; wc: 1.2k

imagine college student!miya atsumu majoring in creative writing while being the starting setter on the university's NCAA D1 volleyball team. he read milk and honey by rupi kaur once and ever since then he’s been madly in love with hitting the “enter” key after typing three words and calling it poetry. his ultimate goal, however, is to play for team USA at the olympics though!

imagine college freshman!miya atsumu

longboarding across campus on the first day of class with his airpods in (now playing: rap caviar on spotify), ray-bans on, snapback over his head, and nearly falling over when he passes you on the way to your 9 am. when you stop to make sure he’s okay, his entire face goes red before he stammers out an “i’m fine, thanks” and speeds off in embarrassment, kicking himself the whole time for not even getting your name because when will he ever see you again?? but when he’s settled down in freshman seminar and looks up at the whiteboard, he sees you walk in from the corner of his eye.

spending the whole night studying the lasting effects of imperialism through the lens of feminist theory after being paired up with you for a group project. he’s sweating buckets as he walks into starbucks because he just knows you think he’s an idiot (especially after your disastrous first encounter), only to be pleasantly surprised when the first thing you say to him is, “finally gave up on the longboard?” with a cheeky grin

texting his twin osamu “pls help how do i get someone to like me”, receiving “lmao is this a joke”, then replying with “stfu i don’t wanna hu i wanna cuff”, then being spammed with wikihow links and a few articles from GQ–– none of which he thinks helps, by the way!

running into you at the nearby 7-eleven at 2 am as he stands in front of the chips (it’s cheat day and he’s studying for a midterm, c’mon), deliberating between the purple and red taki’s like it’s a matter of life and death. when you say “fuego is better” from behind, he spins around with his hand on his heart, eyes wide in shock before he grins and replies with “i didn’t take ya for a basic…” but grabs the purple bag anyway

studying under a shady tree in the quad and getting bored after finishing a couple assignments, so he texts you to see if you’re free to go over some details of your project together (you are), only to end up not getting any work done because suddenly, you’re playing an impromptu game of 20 questions and wow. he can’t stop thinking about you.

sending you excerpts of your readings with funny comments, usually just roasting the author or narrator for his inability to understand the text. the first time you send one back he’s in the locker room after practice and he grins so wide that when his teammates grab his phone and see that all you’ve sent is a screenshot followed by “this mf’s writing about pouring concrete as if it's a RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE LMFAO someone come get their man!!”, they’re like, atsumu… you good? but no, he’s not–– he’s into you to the point it hurts not to have you

inviting you to one of his games after class with his heart pounding so fast that it almost feels like he’s playing the game right now, but then you take the ticket from his hand and grin, promising that you’ll be there as a representative from the official miya atsumu fan-club. he thinks that he might just die on the spot from happiness, but then you ask if you should come with a poster of his face and that’s when he really thinks he might just combust

looking nervously for you in the stands during warmups just to make sure you’re there and playing so hard after he spots you that he breaks his personal best for service aces in one game. he actually turns around at one point in the game to look you in the eye, winking as if to say “this one’s for you.” (you blush and hope he didn’t see it. he did!)

raising up one eyebrow in class when you meet his gaze and mouthing “wanna get out of here?” just to get you flustered, except when you mouth back “sure, my dorm?” with the same mischief in your eyes, a bright red blush blooms over his cheeks–– and he suddenly finds it very hard to focus, the only thing on his mind being you and him… in your dorm…

finally asking you out to the fall ball (this year’s theme: masquerade!), showing up at your door in a black three-piece suit and white mask and thinking that there’s no way he’ll be able to work up the courage to make his move once he sees you dressed like that, except he does when he walks you back at the end of the night, kissing you right in front of your door with his heart about to leap out from his throat

imagine college sophomore!miya atsumu

in plaid sweats, hair fluffy from sleep, leaning against the kitchen counter with a bowl of lucky charms in his hands, murmuring a “mornin’ babe” with a soft smile when he sees you walk in

pulling you onto his lap on his sofa as he reads to you a poem he has to analyse for class–– “[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by e.e. cummings–– and when you ask him if he’s finally moved on from his weird obsession with enjambment, he laughs out an “as if!” and pulls up a poem he’s just written on his notes app

leaning over the court-side barriers before games for his ritual “good luck kiss” because ever since you started coming to his games in freshman year he’s only set personal record after personal record (even breaking the school record for service aces at one point)... even though his teammates and coaches all make fun of him for it

making out with you on his desk after you walk into his room in one of his team hoodies–– the one with his jersey on it–– his calloused hands running up and down your waist as he kisses you fervently because god, he can’t hold himself back when he sees you in something that claims you as his, even if he has a paper on 18th century french poetry due in two hours

tapping your shoulder as you file out of your 8 am class with a goofy grin and your coffee order in hand after you rushed out the door a few minutes late that morning (thanks to him and his stupid wandering hands)

driving you around campus on an athletic department golf cart after class because of his student athlete special privileges, giving out high-fives and aggressively shouting “hey! have a great day!” to the students and faculty you pass (all while cementing your reputation as the cutest couple on campus)

begging you to stay another night at his off-campus apartment even though you have your own dorm room because he sleeps better knowing that yes, you’re still there beside him and you haven’t left like so many other people in his life

inviting his parents to the NCAA volleyball finals. the second they see you in his jersey in the front row they rush over and hug you, introducing themselves and saying that they've heard so much about you from their little ‘tsumu that they could recognise you from anywhere. and when atsumu strides on the court with the rest of the team and sees you giggling with his parents, he thinks that he really could just marry you right then and there

[headheartbellarke]

LUNCH | Juke

PAIRING(S): Julie Molina x Luke Patterson 

WARNING(S): so much fluff

WORDS: 2,995

SUMMARY: First day of middle school, and eleven-year-old Luke Patterson with lively eyes, a contagious smile and a head full of musical dreams decides that the girl that sits at the table in front of him during lunch break is the most beautiful person he’s ever met, other than his mama, of course.

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SIXTH GRADE

      First day of middle school, and eleven-year-old Luke Patterson with lively eyes, a contagious smile and a head full of musical dreams decides that the girl that sits at the table in front of him during lunch break is the most beautiful person he’s ever met, other than his mama, of course. He spends the rest of the day thinking about the way her eyes light up like Christmas lights when she laughs, or the way she absentmindedly hums the tune of Love Story by Taylor Swift, or the way her hair looks so beautiful against the afternoon sun. His friends, Alex, Reggie and Bobby, notice him staring at that girl – and they tease him, and Luke denies everything, rolling his eyes, but the blush spreading across his face quickly proves him out to be a big, fat liar.  His friends all flash out toothy smiles, and encourage him to go talk to her, and Luke promises that he’ll do so, the next day.

    Next day rolls around, and he tells Alex and Reggie and Bobby that he’s going to sit next to her in Literature. And he almost does, believe me – but, at the last moment, he decides against his better judgement and sits behind her, next to Bobby who boos at him. He rolls his eyes and decides to just stare at the back of her head instead, promising himself that he’ll do it tomorrow. He’ll sit next to her tomorrow, and he’ll have an actual conversation with her. He watches Julie raise her hand and answer a question, and he thinks, tomorrow.

    Tomorrow comes with a geography test, and he sits in the front, next to Alex, and says, “I have to study, and I think I’ll be very distracted if she’s around!”, but he’s still distracted, this time turning back towards her every five minutes. Tomorrow, he says again. Alex pinches the bridge of his nose.

    Tomorrow, the day tomorrow, the day after that – it all passes away, Luke making up one excuse after the other. Finally, a week later, his friends have had enough, and Reggie slips Luke’s notebook in Julie’s bag when she’s not looking.

    It has the intended effect. Julie finds Luke at lunch, him sitting with his friends, and gives him a shy smile, tucking a strand of hair, that’s escaped from her braid, behind her ear. Luke looks mortified, seeing his notebook in her hands, and Reggie elbows him, and he finally comes to his senses.

     “H-hi!” He manages to croak out, suppressing a thousand emotions inside.

     “Hi. I believe this is yours? It was in my bag; I don’t know how it got there – maybe Miss Walker accidentally gave me yours and I didn’t notice? Or maybe you dropped it. Accidentally. In my bag. That doesn’t sound like it’s possible, but it is. One time, my best friend, Flynn, she dropped her water bottle, her new water bottle in Tyler Vishwakumar’s bag – we searched for it for hours, and at the end of the day, there’s Tyler. With the bottle. How crazy is that?” Julie lets out in one breath, huffing when she finishes. Her face has tinges of red on it.

     “You’re rambling.” Alex points out.

    Reggie widens his eyes. “Oh, are you nervous? People ramble when they’re nervous. Why are you nervous? Now you actually look like you’ll yack in a bowl. You’re almost making me nervous!”

    Julie must have looked horrified by then, because, well, she was talking to the four cutest boys in her grade, and one of them has been obsessively staring at her for the past week, too – she wasn’t the one who noticed – it was her best friend, Flynn, who did.

     “Will you sit with us?” Luke mumbles out. His friends all grin, proud of him. Julie feels little butterflies in her stomach, and says, “Can my best friend sit too?”

    Luke nods furiously. “Absolutely.”

    Julie grins.

***

JUNIOR YEAR

       “Julieee!” Luke drags out the ‘e.’

     “What?” Julie whispers, annoyed. They’re currently seated in their chemistry classroom, and Luke is utterly bored.

     “I’m bored.” He announces.

    Julie rolls her eyes. “You promised Emily that you’d focus on Organic Chemistry.”

     “I know, I’m the one who promised it.”

     “Then, focus!”

    Luke huffs. “We already went through this, remember? Last week when I kept pronouncing acetone as ace-tune.”

     “We went through what acetone was. Mr. Miller’s teaching reactions – we’re supposed to go through it tomorrow.”

     “Good thing I have my tutor, then.” He pokes Julie’s cheek. Julie’s eyes nervously dart to the front of the room, where their teacher still has his back to them, balancing equations on the whiteboard.

    She sighs. “You are so annoying.”

    Luke bats his eyelashes, feigning innocence. “Who, me?”

    Julie shakes her head, a quiet laugh escaping her.

     “Hey, I was thinking we could finish that song that we were working on last night.”

     “Sure.”

     “Cool, I have some ideas. I’ll tell Alex, Reg and Flynn to sit somewhere else so that we can work in peace, alright?”

    Julie’s eyes widen. “Wait, at lunch? I thought you meant that we’ll work on it tomorrow when you come over.”

    Luke shrugs. “Told ya. I’m inspired.”

    Julie shakes her head. “I can’t at lunch.”

    He checks what his teacher’s doing (still scribbling) and narrows his eyes at his best friend. “Why? It’s not like we do anything –”

     “I promised Nick that I’d sit with him.” Julie blurts out.

    Luke raises his eyebrows, widening his eyes. “Nick?! You still have that crush on him?”

    Julie blushes, trying to hide behind her hair, and trying to hide the fact that she never actually had a crush on Nick. Well, she did, kind of. But that crush wasn’t as big as the one she has on the boy sitting next to her.

     “Uh, no. He asked me, and I couldn’t say no!”

    Luke purses his lips, feeling his heart deflate a little. “But we always have lunch together! Ever since I asked you to sit with us that day in sixth grade, remember?”

     “Well, we’re all growing up. Alex already sits with Willie on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Soon enough, all of us would have new schedules like that –”

     “No, Jules. I won’t. I’ll always sit with you guys.” Luke persists.

    Julie shrugs, her posture falling a little. “Well, you say that now. What would happen when you like someone, and they ask you to sit with them?”

    But I like you! Luke thinks to himself, a blush immediately covering his cheeks. He pushes the thought away. “I… Even if I did, I’d still sit with you guys.”

    Julie raises her brows, not convinced. Luke desperately wants to tell her that he’s already sitting with the girl he likes, scratch that, has been in love with since middle school. He desperately wants to tell her that he’ll always sit with her, even if she falls in love with Nick or something. He desperately wants to tell her how much she means to him, how she’s his best friend, how he always wants to spend every moment with her, how she’s his family and how much he appreciates all that she’s done for him: from always being his shoulder to cry on, to always saving the last, chocolatey part of her ice cream for him.

    Instead, all that gets out is, “Fine. Sit with him. I don’t care.”

    Julie hangs her head. “Luke, come on, don’t be a baby –”

    He raises his eyebrows aggressively. “Oh, I’m being a baby?” Suddenly, he feels an anger in his chest, the same intensity as his feelings for her. “You’re choosing that… that lacrosse playing, academically great, and pretty much perfect… weirdo over m– us. You’re choosing him over your best friends. You’re breaking this group apart!”

    She purses her lips, annoyed. It’s things like these that makes her mad. He has no right to be mad at her whenever she hangs out with other guys, especially when the only reason she is doing so is because she wants to get over Luke himself. “Stop it, Luke. I’m sitting with Nick today, and it’s my decision.”

     “Fine. We’re done, then.”

    Julie scrunches up her face. “What do you mean, done?”

    Luke rolls his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he absolutely hates fighting with her. “I mean, I’m done with you. I can’t look at you anymore.”

     “Oh, come on, Luke! You’re making a big deal out of this for no – hey, where are you going? Luke! Get back here!” She whisper shouts as he walks to the front of the classroom and takes a seat next to Alex, who is sitting at the very front. Alex looks at him, and then at Julie, and whispers something in Luke’s ear, patting his back. Julie watches as he shrugs off Alex’s hand.

    She sighs, feeling like absolute crap.

***

       “Luke, stop it. Please.”

     “I’m not doing anything!”

     “You’ve been staring at Jules and Nick since they got here! It’s creepy, dude!” Flynn whisper shouts.

     “I am not!” Luke whisper shouts back. Flynn breathes deeply, her eyes narrowed, and lips pressed in a thin line. The boy in front of her challenges her stare.

     “OK, guys, stop.” Reggie says, banging the lunch table. The trio are currently seated in their usual table – although, their group lacks Alex, who’s sitting outside with his boyfriend, Willie, and of course, Julie.

    Reggie turns around in his seat to check what’s Julie doing. “Guys, they’re just talking.”

     “Soon enough they’ll be making out.” Luke crosses his arms.

    Flynn scrunches up her face. “What is it with you? Why can’t you just tell her that you’re in love with her –”

     “I am not –”

     “Yeah, you’re really not fooling anyone right now, buddy.” Reggie shrugs.

     “Why does everybody think that I’m in love with her? I’m just mad that my best friend is choosing some knockoff Clint Eastwood over me!”

     “What?” Flynn asks, confused.

    Luke closes his eyes and sighs, annoyed. “Why does no one get it?” He points to his head. “It’s because of his hat – the cowboy hat!”

    Flynn stares at him like he’s grown a third head.

     “The good, bad and ugly? Come on, Flynn. It’s a classic!”

    “Right, Luke.”

    Luke sighs deeply. “I hate my life.”

***

       “I even miss her stealing my ketchup, dude.”

     “It’s okay, dude. I’m here for you.” Alex pats his friend’s head, who is sitting beside him, his head resting atop his arms which is atop the lunch table, dramatically.

     “And she took Flynn, too. I miss her rapping about sandwiches.” He says, but his voice comes out muffled.

     “I thought you hated that. I remember you called her a broken radio.”

     “Not now, Alex!”

    Alex bites his lip, trying to hide his smile.

    Reggie leans across the table and grabs Luke’s arms. “Listen, Luke – wow, you’re really muscular! That’s not the point, okay. Listen – I wanna eat my pizza in peace, without you whining about Jules. So, please. Just tell her that you’re in love with her.”

    Luke lifts his head and opens his mouth to deny the last part, but he remembers the time he told Alex and Reggie how much he loves Julie after him and Julie had spent the entire day together at the beach, and she had even gone swimming with him – she is absolutely terrified of water – just because she wanted to cheer Luke up. (Bobby had left their band that week – Sunset Curve, tell your friends, or rather, not – to sign a solo contract with a label. Luke had been pretty pissed. And sad. Mostly pissed, though.) (Oh, wait. Ex band. Luke’s now in a band with Reggie, Alex, and Julie – Julie and The Phantoms. Tell your friends!)

     “No regrets, Luke, right? Isn’t that your catchphrase?” Alex says. Luke sits up. Alex continues, “What if you eat a really bad hotdog and die tomorrow, Luke? Then you’ll never get to tell her how you feel.”

     “No one dies of a bad hotdog, Alex.”

     “That’s not the point.”

    Reggie pipes in. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

     “Uh, she could never talk to me, again?”

     “At least she’ll know. And, come on, everyone at this school knows you guys ooze chemistry.”

    Alex scrunches up his face. “You should never say ooze again, but, yeah, I agree. Everyone can see the way Julie looks at you.”

    Luke sighs, and a sudden burst of confidence takes over him. No regrets.

    He pushes his chair backwards as his friends cheer him. With his chin held up high, he walks over to the table where Nick, Julie and Flynn are seated. When he sees her, he feels a pang in his chest – they haven’t talked in a whole freaking week.

    He reaches their table and the trio look up at him, Nick and Flynn offering him smiles. Julie just stares at him, an unrecognizable expression on her face.

    Luke clears his throat. “Julie. Hi.”

     “Hi, Luke.” She breathes out, suddenly feeling nervous. She’s never felt nervous around her best friend before – he’s one of the very few people around whom she is completely comfortable. Maybe it has to do with the fact that they haven’t talked in a week, and Julie misses him so, so much. They’ve never gone this long without talking, and in the past week she’s realized just how deep she cares about him, just how intense her love is for him.

    They stare at each other for a while, neither of them daring to break the silence that’s suddenly engulfed the table.

    Flynn looks between them. “Guys?”

    That breaks Luke out of his trance, and he feels like throwing up. His stomach is in knots, and he suddenly feels hot and breathless. “I –”

    No regrets.

    No regrets.

    No regrets.

    Julie starts speaking, “You wanna go outside? We really should talk. Shouldn’t we? I mean, I think so. I don’t think we’ve ever gone this long without speaking. Have we? Uh, the last time we didn’t speak, which was for two days, was when you broke my favorite clip. Remember? I think that was in –”

     “I’m in love with you.”

    Instinctively, Julie’s eyes widen, and she looks at Flynn, who has the same expression on her face, except that a large smile is blossoming on her face. She notices Alex and Reggie walking over to their table, and Nick, oh god, Nick – he’s currently pursing his lips, looking between the two of them.

     “What’s going on here? You guys look really weird.” Reggie says.

     “Luke here just told Julie that he’s in love with her. Julie. Julie, you should say something.” Flynn nudges her friend.

    Julie shoves her hands in her jeans pockets and stands up. “Uh, I – I – need to… the washroom. I need to use the washroom!”

    She runs of the cafeteria, five pairs of eyes following her.

     “Luke, go after her, you idiot!” Flynn slightly shoves Luke as he nods frantically, running after her.

    As the remaining members at the table watch the two of them run off to god-knows-where, Flynn rests her head on Alex’s shoulder as Reggie says, “That was awkward.”

    Nick nods. “Very uncomfortable to watch.”

    Alex, Reggie, and Flynn simultaneously look at Nick, them forgetting about his presence. Alex opens his mouth to provide an explanation, but Nick swats his hands. “It’s okay. I figured out that she’s into him yesterday. Everyone can see the way they look at each other.”

***

       “Julie! Jules, please!”

    Julie stops at the sound of Luke’s voice. She still feels queasy as she turns around to face Luke in the basketball courtyard where they’re currently standing.

    Luke walks up to her, hesitation evident in his every step. “Hear me out, please. I might die of a hotdog today.”

    “What?”

     “Nothing. Look, Julie, you’re my best friend and I really don’t wanna lose our friendship, but I can’t hide what I feel for you anymore. I’ve been in love with you since middle school, and I’ve tried, so hard, to fight it, but I can’t. You’re the smartest person I know and you have the most amazing voice, and you’re the most beautiful girl in my life and you’re the nicest and I really should have written this before or something. You – I can’t even imagine my life without you, Jules. There’s no one else that I wanna sing with onstage, or write songs with, or bake cakes with on Christmas eve or have a dance party with or… you get the point. Just, please, don’t shut me out.”

    Julie’s eyes soften, and she whispers. “That was all over the place.”

     “I know. I should’ve written it first.”

    She smiles and takes a step closer to him. “Do you remember the song that I wrote last year? Perfect Harmony? The one you found in my dream box?”

    Luke nods, his heart clenching. It’s about Nick, he thinks to himself.

     “It was about you.”

     “What?” He feels his heart beat faster.

     “It’s you, Luke. It was never Nick or anyone.” Julie takes Luke’s trembling hands in hers.

     “Really?” He whispers.

     “It’s always been you, Luke.”

     “Two worlds collide when you’re with me?”

    Julie nods.

     “I set you free?”

    She nods, again.

     “I’m your brightest burning star?”

    She blushes.

     “I put rhythm in your heart?”

    She laughs, “Luke!”

    He laughs, too, untangling a hand from hers to tuck a curl behind her ear.

     “I’ve been in love with you ever since you asked me to sit with you that day at lunch, Luke.”

    He smiles, feeling completely euphoric.

     “We wasted so much time, Jules.”

    She shrugs. “Probably.”

     “Will you go on a date with me, Jules?”

     “I would love to.”

    He cups her face in his hands as Julie looks at him like he put the stars in her world. He leans forward, and so does Julie, and their lips meet halfway in a kiss that’s long overdue.

***

[binkysteebnpewter]

I loved the thing you wrote for Wanda! It says your ask box is open, but i didn't know if that meant requests too.. so if they are open can i request Wanda and a non-avenger reader who is in college?

A/N: Of course! My requests are always open unless stated that they’re closed in my bio, so no worries sweetheart ☺️ I tried to create a similar writing as the last one I wrote, so I hope you enjoy!

Drabble Taglist: @softpeachbarnes

Someone in my class talks, droning quietly about some unknown topic as the Professor drones on about the subject at hand for this unit. I don’t want to pay attention to them as they drone to their friends quietly, but at some point I’m drawn in to listen. They’re talking about socialism and communism, I’m in Anatomy. Why socialism? Why communism? Why in Anatomy class? We have a test this Wednesday, they must not be worried like the rest of it.

I text my mother and I text Wanda, my mother doesn’t respond for four days. I text her again only to realize it’s only been an hour an a half, and she hadn’t even read the text yet. A text from Wanda comes in, asking if I wanted to meet at the coffee shop after my classes— I agree, any time with my girlfriend would always make my day a million times better. Now if only I can drag through the rest of my day until then.

My class is in 226B, the door next to me reads 201A. I’m on the second floor of the wrong building, oh god the bell is about to ring. My breathing is rapid and wheezing by the time I slipped through my classrooms door just as the bell rang, I lower my head and take the only seat left— in the very back next to the girl who usually never speaks in class. She asks if I’m okay and it left me in shock, this kind of kindness wasn’t expected but it’s appreciated so much I can’t put it into words. I thank her, reassuring I’m just out of breath and tired— she says it’s a mood. We both face forward and pay attention to the professor, she’s talking about the essay we’ll all be writing.

Seventeen hundred words on two pages, it has to be a type three IELTS essay about a random topic she’s going to have us pick from the bowl. Great, just what I needed— another essay to write at the last minute on a cram night, Wanda on call telling me I shouldn’t procrastinate so much. At least I’ll hear Wanda talk, her voice is my motivator— my melody in life.

My transcripts tells me I have an A in Sociology and Psychology. I don’t remember taking those classes. When did I take those? What did I learn in those classes? What did I do in them? Who teaches them? We’re are those classes on campus? Maybe I can find my notes from those classes in my apartment later, if I sore the time to search for them.

I walk into my apartment building, heading straight for the elevator. My elevator buddy isn’t here today, I never talk to them but I’m a little sad they aren’t here. After picking up the books I need for the rest of my classes and dropping off the ones I don’t need, I leave quickly for campus again. I stop by the main office to see about my college activities. My advisor refers me to the registrar, the registrar doesn’t exist? I change course and go back to my advisor, she isn’t here? Her office is a room I cannot find within a never ending maze now, I leave for class instead.

The boy who sits next to me in class chews on his pen, the chewing sound picks at my nerves. He wears the same brown pants and the same yellow hoodie everyday, his shirts are always about flowers or comic characters— I like his shirt today, it’s a 90s daisy print tee. He’s happy I liked his shirt, he tells me he found it on Etsy. With three minutes before the start of class, I find the same shirt he’s wearing from Etsy. It’s from GoldieVintageStore, I splurge and order the shirt— it’s cute, okay?

As class begins, my professor is upbeat today. I wonder how much coffee he’s had with vodka in it, he’s never this upbeat. It’s a little easier to pay attention to him like this, he trips and stumbles as he moves around to write on the whiteboard— it gets snickers from the class and he smiles at our amusement. He’s peppy today, maybe we won’t have much homework to do. Someone answers communism, it is not someone who was previously mentioned. The question was simple and easy, not related to the types of governments— “What is an example of medicine from Ancient Greece?”

My last two professors of the day are always the strangest, computer science and calculus. Calculus is like taking acid: the professor wears bright colors and crazy clothes, her PowerPoint is always in colorful comic sans, it passes by like Time took bath salts on a sunny day. My Computer Science professor is the exact opposite, monochromatic with a single flat tone voice. I’m convinced his an extraterrestrial by the amount of peanut butter he always consumes, he always has a new jar every day and he eats it by itself all throughout class with a spoon.

By the time my day is done at campus it’s already 4:35pm, I have three texts from mom and two from Wanda. I head straight for the coffee shop, Wanda was on her way there ten minutes ago. When I arrive, she’s already in a booth. Sliding in with a heavy sigh, I set my books down in the booth with me. She smiles and asks how my day was, I give her an exhausted look but smile nonetheless. I love her so much, her smile is the moon in my life— soft and bright, always returning.

“It was exhausting... but it’s so much better now.”

“Why? Because I am here?”

She was teasing, but blushes when I tell her yes. She always blushes when I tell her she brightens my day. I love making her blush, she’s the cutest being in the entire world to me.

“I’ll go up and order for us,”

Before I could protest and offer to do it for her, she was out of the booth and off to the counter. I lean back and look around the mellow coffee shop. Not too many people were here at this time, so it’s pretty peaceful. Mellow music played softly in the background, the charge of people walking outside mixes in with it. Honking cars, yells for a cab, vendors calling out advertisements and prices for their food. She comes back quicker than I expected, or did I just zone out for that long watching people bustle about outside the window?

“Iced Expresso with sweetened 2% milk, just like you like.” She smiles, moving on to set down a bagel with cream cheese as well.

“Thanks doll..”

I knew she was aware how much I appreciated everything she did, because she smiled and kissed my cheek—moving my books to her seat and sitting beside me instead. Smiling to her as we held hands, I asked about her day. I couldn’t help but admire her as I listened to her talk about Pietro bugging her all morning and then how she trained with Steve. Her hair was curled slightly, her lips stained slightly rose from the lip stain I gave her the other day, her liner was soft and low key today— God, she is absolutely ethereal.

“Miere, would you like to spend the night over at the compound? You do not have classes tomorrow, right?”

“Oh, I don’t have any until the afternoon... I have calculus at 2pm..”

She smiles as she asked me I’d stay the night with her tonight, and I agree. I’m glad I cut my nails last night and filed them, I knew what was in store for us both.

“I love you, Miere.”

“I love you, Wanda.”

Oops! Turned out a bit longer than expected but I hope you like it! 💗✨

[lustingtc]

25th November 2019

(A day late ik shut it >:(( )

BUT OH MY 🥰🥰🥰

It was a time ☺️☺️

For a lesson I was literally so distraught abt (cuz I’d be alone lol) it was..? So good???

I was hesitant to go to lesson so I was chatting to O, outside T’s class n 😳😳😳😳

T locked eye with me and SMILED SM!!! 🥰🥰 he was like “K, get into our lesson please!”

N I’m so fucking nervous n awkward n was like 😳 >.>... 🚶‍♀️n headed into his lesson,,, he was so cute doe 🥺🥺🥺💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

He was so happy today.

N aaaaaaa,,, 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕🥰🥰🥰🥰

T was doing the register is this really weird voice??? It was rly high pitched and everyone was like 😒

But OFC my ass was like 🥴🥴 sat there

He did the voice when he said my name😔😔💝💞💓💗💖💘💕 baBE. Then promptly went “Haha... okay that’s annoying I’ll stop guys.”

The voice was like??? He’d just elongate everything. Idk... it was cute doe 🥰🥰🥰🥰

LMAO OH MY GOD

he started popping the teen pregnancy jokes out 😌😌 baby

(Our town is like rly skanky n awful lmao so it’s not uncommon)

But on the board it said ‘My nan is young’

N T went

“Yeah, you get a lot of young nans in [town] so it’s not impossible.”

BITCH. 💀💀💀

N the whole class was laughing but he was still laughing a little to himself after everyone was done... and so was I 😔😔

Funniest man in the world?

Absolutely. 🥇🎖🏆💯💯👌🏻😂

Anyways,,

He talked to me TWICE 😱😱😱

First is bc we where doing sum whiteboard shit n I never put my whiteboard up,, like idk?? It breaks my invisible safety bubble that makes me think I’m invisible but in actual fact everyone can see me but for the sake of me not going insane. No one can see me

Anyways,,,

He was like “Board up!” N I didn’t then he like locket eyes w me 😰😰😰😰

N told me to put my board up n it took me a moment to realise he was actually looking at me??? 😳😳😳😳

We where just vibing in each other’s eyes

So my awkward ass like picked it up rly stupidly n was like >_> he didn’t bother me after that 😌

But I think he gets it?? 😳😳😳 so 😌😌✌🏻

Aaaaaa,,

The 2nd time he talked to me 😳😳

We where playing this bingo n he has these cards he was shuffling

N I asked me to pick aaaaa!!! 🥰🥰🥰

“Tell me when to stop!”

“Now”

He paused looking into my eyes,

“Are you sure?”

I paused for a second, playing up the banter 🥰, and I was like

“Hm... I think so Sir.”

N he smiled 🥰🥰💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

THATS RIGHT

WE ARE COMEDY LEGENDS!!

He then went

“Ohhh... yikes. What a dry card, number 8!”

Ajenaksnwksn THIS MAN!! 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

Lmfao my fuck tho

HE STARTED DOING VOICES A FUCKIN AGAIN!

The card 99 was picked and he went

“NINEEEEE TEYYYY NIIIINEEEEEE!!”

He’s...

So. So. So. So dumb... and I love it 🥴🥴🥴🥴

But OMG!!!

He crowtched down to write n 🥰🥰🥰🥰

💝💞💓💗💖💘💕HIS ARMS 🥺🥺🥺🥺

They r so hairy and baby and oh my god they r the cutest and aaaaa!!

He also walked past me n 🥴🥴🥴

HE SMELLS SO GOOD!!

T smelt like flowers but like kinda masc flowers???? Lmao that is such a shit desc. but omg I have no way to desc it 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

💝💞💓💗like I have NO words💗💖💘💕

He’s such a baby 🥺🥺🥺 the way he smiles... I can just incision the lines and the big smile on his face qwq hE,,,

ARG,,, enough w that soft shit 😳😳😳😳

HE LMFAOOO

His compute screen unfroze so we could see all the files n shit and like lmao

T’s file is called (his name but nick name ver)

“TTT*****////////\\\\\\\\#####!”

LMFAOOO ITS SO CUTE. HES SO DUMB AND JUST A FUCKING DORK!!!! 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

Also

Lmfao

He dropped his clock ⏰

N the first person he looked to 😌💅🏻

Me.

His face was like 😬😬😬 n I was like trying not to fucking laugh wowneowsnwk

No one else apart from the 2 kids in front of me saw but lmfao,,, hes so dumb 😌😌😌

So sad 😭 lesson end.

Ain’t the end of T 😳

T used his dominance over me 😭😭💔

He really did it

He told me to get to tutor 😭😭😭😭

Lmao

I was hanging w dat #GANGSHIT before tutor n he was going into M’s and we locked eyes 👀

“Get to tutor please!”

My face was dead ass QwQ

N then I was like 😬😬😬 byeguys,,, and went to tutor 😭😭😭😭

#GetDommedOn 🤭😭💔

[vminni]

The Answer is You

“I don’t want to scare you guys too much,” Jisung was huddled with his friends, arms around their shoulders as he drew them close, “but I need you to understand how important this is. This is a life or death situation.”

“It’s really not,” Hyunjin slipped out of Jisung’s hold and dropped back into his seat. “Please calm down.”

Jisung huffed out a sigh and glared at Hyunjin before returning his gaze to the two friends who hadn’t abandoned him. “Seungmin, Jeongin, I cannot stress this enough. We win or we die.”

“I feel like the camo was a bit too much,” Jeongin didn’t seem to be listening to Jisung’s speech as he appraised the other boy’s outfit. “You look ridiculous.”

“This is war!”

“It’s Friday night trivia at our local bar,” Seungmin joined Hyunjin at the table and snagged his beer, taking a drink as he rolled his eyes at Jisung. “Please get a grip.”

Jisung slammed his hands loudly on the table, startling the people one table over, though his friends showed no reaction, “There are Drake tickets at stake here, people! This game of trivia is the single most important moment of our lives.”

None of his friends even looked at him and Jisung collapsed into his own seat, pouting as he adjusted the black bandana he had tied around his head.

“Hey, losers,” an all too familiar voice chirped as a hand came down to ruffle Jisung’s hair. “Haven’t had enough yet?”

“Fuck off,” Jisung muttered, swatting the hand away from his scalp.

“I see you dressed up special for tonight,” there was an amused undertone to the voice and Jisung glowered at the table in front of him. “Cute.”

He was on his feet in an instant, face inches away from his nemesis’s as his voice dripped with venom, “I am not cute.”

“The cutest,” Minho lifted a finger to bop Jisung’s nose before he let out a giggle and sauntered away to his own table, across the bar from Jisung’s.

Seathing, Jisung dropped back into his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Minho as he joined his friends. Minho gave him a little wave, then leaned in to say something to his teammates.

“I hate being called cute,” Jisung muttered, snatching Hyunjin’s half empty beer mug and drowning the rest in one go. “He’s such an asshole.”

His friends shared a knowing look that Jisung didn’t have the energy to question. Instead he smoothed down his hair, trying to forget the way Minho’s fingers had felt against his scalp, “We have to beat them today. Just this once.”

“They’re older, smarter and better looking than us,” Jeongin sighed wistfully. “We’ll never beat them.”

“Excuse me?” Hyunjin’s eyebrows rose. “Better looking? How dare you?”

“Minho’s a ten,” Seungmin held up four fingers, ticking them off as he named the other boy’s team members, “Woojin and Chan are nines, and Changbin’s at least a seven. Maybe an eight, depending on your taste.” He gestured to his own friends, “Hyunjin’s a ten, I’m like a six, Jeongin’s probably an eight and Jisung…”

“Don’t you dare give me a number,” Jisung flagged down the waitress and ordered another round of beers, his nerves even more on edge than usual. “I will murder you.”

“Five to a normal person,” Seungmin whispered quietly, but still loud enough for Jisung to hear. “Ten to Minho.”

Jisung was glad their drinks hadn’t arrived yet, because he would have spat his all over the table, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Come on, Sung, you know he has the hots for you.”

“No, he doesn’t!” Jisung snuck a glance over to Minho’s table and saw that the other boy was already looking their way. He tore his eyes away before Minho could notice him staring. “He doesn’t.”

“He’s been flirting with you since the first time we came in here,” Jeongin agreed.

Jisung cheeks flared as his gaze danced between his three friends, “He’s the enemy! He has not been flirting! It’s psychological warfare, that’s all.”

“Nah, it’s definitely flirting,” Hyunjin offered a pretty smile to the waitress as she deposited their drinks on the table.

Jisung managed to stay silent until she walked away, and then his voice angrily burst forth, “It’s not flirting! He does it to piss me off and throw me off my game.” “He does it to get a reaction out of you, yeah,” Seungmin took a small sip of his beer, “but it’s because he likes your attention. Not because of this stupid trivia bullshit.”

“Trivia is not bullshit,” Jisung sulked, sinking down in his chair as he tried to process the bomb his friends had just dropped on him. He needed to be his best tonight if he wanted to win those Drake tickets and now it seemed like his own team was out to sabotage him.

The crackle of a microphone drew him out of his thoughts and he fixed his gaze on the trivia night MC as the noise in the bar dimmed significantly.

“Good evening, mates. Welcome to trivia night!” Felix grinned as cheers and applause and whistles filled the silence. “I see a lot of familiar faces here, which is always great. It also means that most of you already know the rules, but I’ll go over them quickly just in case we have any newcomers. We’ll have a main round, where each question is worth one point. At the end of the main round, the two teams with the highest scores will move on to the final round. The final round consists of four questions worth two points and one final question where you can wager up to as many points as you have. Tonight’s winners will receive four tickets to the Drake concert tomorrow night.”

“This is it, guys,” Jisung’s starry eyes were fixed on the tickets in Felix’s hand. “We have to win.”

-

“Which singer’s real name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta?”

Jisung’s quickly scrawled the answer on their whiteboard, holding it up a second before Minho did. Even though they both had the correct answer, Jisung got a lot of satisfaction out of the fact that he had answered first. He offered Minho a smirk before lowering his board and wiping it clean.

“Everyone got that answer, which was Lady Gaga,” Felix added a tally mark to everyone’s scores, then quickly counted them up. “That’s the final question for the main round and it looks like, once again, it’ll be Jisung’s team versus Minho’s team in the final round.”

Four weeks ago, Jisung had changed their team name to ‘Minho is an asshole’ and Minho had changed his to ‘Jisung is a cutie.’ Felix refused to get involved and opted not to say either team name, just referring to them as Minho’s team and Jisung’s team. Jisung tried to bribe him, because he really wanted to hear ‘Minho is an asshole’ announced to the whole bar, but Felix was surprisingly hard to break. Maybe if they won tonight, he’d finally relent when he crowned them as the champions.

“Okay, guys,” Jisung leaned in towards the middle of the table and his friends followed, pushing their empty beer mugs out of the way as they wrapped their arms around each other. “We’ve been here before. We’ve fought this battle and we’ve lost. Time and time again. But not tonight. Tonight will we not go down. Tonight we emerge victorious!”

Jisung expected a rousing cheer after his speech, but all he got was a sarcastic, “Yes, sir,” from Jeongin. Jisung sighed and withdrew his arms. He snuck a glance over at Minho’s table and saw that they all looked completely relaxed as they laughed at something Woojin had said.

Minho must have felt Jisung’s eyes on him, because he suddenly looked over. Instead of turning away quickly like he normally did, Jisung met Minho’s gaze head on, a challenge in the set of his mouth. Minho quicked a small smile and mouthed ‘good luck’ across the bar before he turned back to his teammates.

Jisung could feel his whole body tensing with anger as he ranted, “The absolute nerve of that asshole!”

“What now?” Seungmin sounded bored, his attention not shifting from the game of tic tac toe he was playing on his napkin with Jeongin. His voice reeked of sarcasm, “I’m dying to know what he’s done this time.”

“He told me good luck! I don’t need his damn luck! We’re going to beat his ass fair and square, because we’re smarter than him and his stupid friends and we deserve this!”

“Can you please just bang and spare the rest of us from this petty ego thing you have going on?” Hyunjin groaned, dropping his head to the table. “Please, it would make our lives so much easier.”

“I am not going to bang Minho,” Jisung hissed. “He is literally the worst person I know.”

Hyunjin opened his mouth to respond, but Felix’s voice cut him off.

The final round was about to begin.

-

“I told you Niagara Falls wasn’t the tallest waterfall in the world!” Jisung smacked the whiteboard out of Jeongin’s hand and sunk lower in his seat, covering his face with his hands. “Dammit!”

“You did,” Jeongin agreed, unphased. “But you didn’t have any answer for what was. I had to write something.”

“I can’t believe we lost again,” Jisung could feel the hot sting of tears welling up in his eyes, but he wasn’t going give Minho the satisfaction of seeing him upset. He could cry when he got home, “I wanted to go to that concert so bad.”

“You still can.”

Jisung lifted his head at the voice. Minho was standing by their table, an oddly nervous smile on his face and two tickets in his hand.

Jisung blinked, the shock forcing his tears away, “Are you giving me the tickets?”

“No, I, um, I’m inviting you,” Minho’s eyes shifted away from Jisung’s and focused on his empty beer glass instead. “To go to the concert. With me.”

“Me and you?” Jisung scoffed, nearly laughing out loud at the thought. “Yeah, right.”

A sharp kick to his shin under the table startled him and he turned to see Hyunjin glaring at him. Jisung knew his friend well enough to understand what his silent glances meant, so he let out a sigh and relented.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go with you. For Drake.”

Minho’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but he held one of the tickets out to Jisung anyway, “I’ll pick you up around six, if that’s cool.”

“Whatever,” Jisung snatched the ticket from his hand, ignoring the way his fingers tingled where they had brushed Minho’s. “See you then, I guess.”

“Ah, yeah, see you then,” Minho parroted back at him, his normal boldness lost. Jisung turned back to his friends, pretending he didn’t notice the way Minho lingered by their table for a few more minutes, as if he had something else to say. Finally, he disappeared, and the others couldn’t keep their mouths shut.

“See! He totally has the hots for you!”

“Dude, he just asked you out and you were a complete ass to him.”

“If you two don’t bang after the concert, I’ll kill you myself.”

-

Jisung was pacing in front of his apartment building at five minutes to six the next night, wondering how Minho was going to find him. He hadn’t asked for his address and Jisung didn’t have his phone number to send it to him. He was wondering if he should just make his own way to the concert when a car pulled up and stopped next to him.

Jisung flung open the door and collapsed into the seat, not bothering to glance at Minho as he got comfortable, “Hey.” “Hello,” Minho said softly. “You look really nice.”

Jisung snuck a quick peek at Minho out of the corner of his eye and was surprised to find that he was blushing. Minho, the most confident asshole in the world, was legitimately flustered. Jisung almost laughed, but caught himself at the last second, “Yeah, you too.”

Minho’s face turned even redder and he stared at the steering wheel, not meeting Jisung’s gaze, “Thank you.”

“You’re different outside of the bar,” Jisung said after a few seconds of silence. They hadn’t moved from the parking lot yet. “Way less cocky.”

“We’re alone,” Minho finally put the car in drive and they headed towards the venue. “I don’t need to fight for your attention.”

“You want my attention?” Jisung remembered Seungmin telling him that very thing last night, but it was different coming from Minho. Way more butterfly inducing. “Really?”

Minho laughed at that, but it wasn’t the confident bark Jisung was used to. It was softer, laced with a bit of self-deprecation, “Hyunjin was right, you are oblivious.”

“You know Hyunjin?” That was news to Jisung.

“We’re both dance majors. We have a few classes together. He’s the one who told me where you live,” Minho took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at Jisung. “He also gave me your number, weeks ago, but I was too nervous to text you.”

“I just can’t believe you actually like me,” Jisung shook his head, unable to wrap his mind around this information. “We’re enemies!”

Minho’s laugh was a bit sadder this time, “You didn’t notice me, the first week you guys came to trivia. We were at the table next to you and I hit on you the whole night and you didn’t even spare me a glance. You were so focused on the dumb game. The only way to get your attention was to be better than you. Or call you cute.”

Jisung stared out the window as he tried to remember that night. It had been months ago and all he could remember were the free drinks that were constantly being sent his way and a vague murmur of someone calling him pretty.

“Did Hyunjin tell you how much I hate being called cute?” Jisung was going to murder his friend when they got home from the concert. “That traitor.” “No, I figured that out on my own,” Minho’s gaze slid to Jisung. “I’m really sorry about that. I won’t do it anymore.”

They pulled into the parking lot of the venue as Jisung bit down on his bottom lip, “This is so weird.”

“What is?”

“You!” They were out of the car and Minho looked a little upset, so Jisung rushed to explain. “Not bad weird, just different weird. Unexpected. You’re not what I thought you were.”

“You hate me,” Minho mumbled softly. “The way I am at trivia. And I don’t want you to hate me. I just...it’s easier to be bold there. To play the part of your rival and act like it doesn’t bother me when I can hear you complaining about how awful I am to your friends. I got too caught up in the role and I didn’t know how to stop it, because stopping it meant losing your attention. And even though it was bad attention, I still liked that you were giving me any at all.”

“I don’t hate you. But I also don’t know how to act around you now. I’m used to you being all bold and cocky and confident. This is unsettling, seeing you all vulnerable and shit.”

Suddenly a hand was in his, fingers twining as Minho offered him that familiar smirk, though there was a tiny hint of nervous swimming in his eyes, “I can still be bold, if that will make you more comfortable.”

Jisung stared down at their linked hands for a few seconds before he nodded, “I kinda like asshole Minho.”

“Well, in that case,” Minho tugged him to a stop and spun him around, his free hand coming up to flick at Jisung’s nose. “You’re cute.”

Jisung broke into a wide smile, starling Minho, who had expected a retort, “I know.”

Minho grinned back at him, “The cutest boy in the whole world.” “That’s me.”

Minho leaned in, gently ghosting his mouth over Jisung’s, “A whole cutie. Who’s absolute shit at trivia.”

That sparked the reaction he wanted and Minho laughed, his hand untangling from Jisung’s as he sprinted across the parking lot. Jisung raced after him, screaming profanities until he finally caught up with him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to a stop.

“You’re an asshole,” Jisung gasped, winded from their run.

“And you’re a cutie,” Minho quipped, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face.

“I’m changing my team name.”

“Oh yeah?” Minho quirked an eyebrow. “To what?”

“My boyfriend is an asshole.”

Minho couldn’t stop the delighted laugh that tumbled from his lips, “Guess I’ll have to change mine too.”

“You’re going down next week,” Jisung glowered at him. “I’m not taking it easy on you just because we’re dating now.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to,” Minho retangled their fingers and began tugging Jisung towards the arena, his happy smile still splitting his face. “In fact, I would have been insulted it you did.”