#never was this busy even as a full time student... very rude i feel

[plusvanity]

In one of your ask answers from September you wrote: ''I am a bit reluctant to say what I really think of Faust''. I skimmed over other answers as well but you never really spoke on this matter or about him (concerning this) again. Perhaps it's going to be an empty ask because you're still not comfortable elaboring your views on this - which I accept naturally - but I'm just way too curious to not shoot my shot: what do you REALLY think about Faust?

I personally do not have much going on opinion wise when it comes to him, he seems loyal to Øystein's memory (visiting his grave often, speaking highly of him always, keeping his legacy alive and over all being full of admiration for him, which is understandable since Ø could count as his role model, in a way) which is nice considering how people from the BM scene try to paint Ø, stuffing their mouths with his name just for views and/or turning their backs on him after his death ; but I am also aware of the crime he commited and as far as I recall, he never really spoke about it? Which is also why many people despise him (which is normal, absolutely not trying to imply that 'talking about it' would solve the problem!) the double amount, for example you can see it here: https://www.reddit.com/r/rabm/comments/mz7s97/the_lgbt_heavy_metal_podcast_24_emperor/. Anyway, I'm more interested right now if your opinion, if you'd like to share. Thanks!

There are many reasons why I'm reticent in saying what I truly believe about Faust, but I will try to express it in the gentlest way possible. My opinion is not something colossal as there isn't much information available on the subject, but it's definitely a radical one.

I see lately that more and more people have a tendency to make opinions about certain problematic black metal individuals that are 'Øystein approved or disapproved'. In this case, I can easily include Faust. I see people willing to downplay the gruesome and intentional murder that he committed for the simple fact that he was one of Øystein's loyal 'students', so to speak. So, my question for those is:

Does the simple fact that Faust spoke honorably about his mentor make him less of a bad person for taking the life of a man? The most rational answer is no.

I see many people believing blindly that Faust is truly remorseful and that he learned his lesson in prison, and my question about this is: How can you be so sure? Just because he is out now, talking about how he messed up because he was a kid and how much he changed since then doesn't mean that he means his words. Anyone can say anything. You don't know if it's real unless you know that person personally, and even so, he went to prison for first degree murder. I don't think it's far-fetched to doubt his words. Once you're some kind of celebrity, you need to keep your PR good. And if you don't think that everything in this world is business, then you don't really know how the world works, and I apologize for sounding rude.

No one can prove or disprove that his mentality (not action) changed.

It is very expectantly for him to try to clean his image and redirect the attention to other subjects like talking positively about Øystein. I don't say he is not respectful and he doesn't carry on Øystein's legacy, but I'm saying that it's wise to be aware who says what and what might be the reason behind it. There are other people that I'm more inclined to believe their feelings towards Øystein and loyalty are more authentic, like Mortiis for example. This is just my opinion, I encourage everyone to think for themselves.

Maybe I'm too harsh on him and I don't give him many chances, but he is a criminal after all, and I don't minimize this aspect. He didn't kill in self defense, he talked in interviews about 'stomping' on the victim's head, and this is cruelty. Do people think this cruelty somehow goes away over time? It never does. You're either born with it or you learned it. That's not PlusVanity being bitter about what can be changed in people. That's a well-known psychological fact. He is in the ASPD spectrum towards the high end, that's no speculation.

The time spent in prison is the equivalent of a joke because of the Norwegian system. You're basically living like in a hotel there, painting and doing crafts, playing basketball with the guards, living a long vacation. There is little to nothing that a troubled individual can learn and self-reflect in such conditions. I'm not saying that more violent habits are the answer for behavioral change as I strongly believe that violence is primitive and unnecessary, but the only way in which someone can get an insight on themselves is by feeling the equivalent consequences of what they've done.

People question if he killed a man because his victim was homosexual or he if simply killed just to feel how it is like. Both options make Faust just as much of an asshole because he took somebody's life intentionally. When asked about his opinion on homosexuals, he answered: 'Basically I don't care about them (as long as they keep it to their own people), but... what can I say... they are nice to put knives into..' In another interview he describes luring that man to the spot in which he committed the crime. There's always the element of shock-value in the black metal scene, but I tend to believe his words back then were a bit more genuine than what he insists on now because, to be fair, who wouldn't want to clean his image after something like this? Especially because he is still relevant in the scene.

Of course that his peers accepted right back like 'hey, bro! nice to see you again' and many people forgot his dark past because he's famous (to a certain degree). Is he a perfectly good guy now just because he says he is? When talking about antisocial behavior, somebody who did this can always do it again. They have it in them.

To sum it up, from a moral perspective, I don't like Faust and I'm not easily impressed by his post-prison statements because of the gravity of his act. Should he be forgiven or cancelled is not something I will comment about. There is no way to verify what's in his head and talking more about it is simply rambling.

From a musical perspective, he's a good drummer.

That's all I can say.

[multeasers]

spring break by next week and my sister will only be here for a few days so i should be able to do Smth,,

[beginningofwonderland]

Stay Focused - San

Pairing: university student y/n x office worker San

Genre: smut with plot (MINORS DNI!)

Word Count: 12.5k (I don't know what happened)

Summary: Your mother insists on getting you a tutor for your studies. You want to resist until you meet Choi San, your tutor. His sweet talk and good looks make you focus on anything but your studies and you do everything to finally catch his attention in the same way.

Warnings: San is a few years older (5 to be exact), some nipple play, fingering, some orgasm denial, lots of dirty talk, blowjob (face-fucking leaning), protected sex, mirror sex

The reader in this is so horny omg. Just straight up trash for San (relatable). Also very long build-up.

"Good is not enough in this family," your mother repeats to you for what feels like the 100th time. „Your grades have to be exceptional if you want to work in my business."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you change your phone to the other hand to stir your pasta around. You just told her about your recent test results which of course are not satisfactory to her.

The problem is that you are actually doing pretty good. You never missed or failed a class, you passed all your courses with at least a good score and you had even fulfilled additional classes to broaden the spectrum of your studies. But just like she said: Good is not enough for her. She won't shut up about your grades until you reach 100% in all of your classes - which is basically impossible, especially in your field of study.

"Do you even still want to work in the family business?" your mother asks you provokingly. And the problem is, you do. You really do. Your mother is the CEO of a big pharmacy company and ever since you were a kid you followed her interest in chemistry. You even chose your pharmacy major without her influence. But now that you are taking the same path as her, she is all in your business about being the perfect little mini-her.

"I do, mom. I'm working hard on it, I promise. The next exam is in four weeks and I already started studying."

She makes a huffing sound before answering you: "You said that the last three times as well and still didn't get a full score. You should really get a tutor."

"Mom! I'm the best in my class. Why should I get a tutor? I'm doing great!" You are glad you're only talking to her on the phone so that she doesn't see the way your hands clasps over your face. She can't be serious with you. Getting a tutor with your grades is just embarrassing.

"But not great enough. You know what? The son of a close business partner recently started working at the company. He graduated a few years ago with an honour's degree and seems to be a very promising young man. I'll ask him to tutor you."

Your cheeks start to heat up just at the thought of how embarrassing the whole thing will be for you. Getting a tutor that worked for your mother is literally the worst case scenario. You feel like a high school student that doesn't pay attention in school and now gets scolded for it.

"I do not need a tutor, mom." You state once again but her mind is already made up.

"I'll give him your number and he will contact you. And don't you dare be rude to him, his father is very important for our business!"

You can't believe her words. Since when have you ever been rude to anyone she introduced you to? Your mother ends the call before you can protest any more.

Angrily, you fish a single spaghetti out of your pot to taste it. It's perfectly cooked when you munch on it in annoyance.

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This is Choi San.

Your mother told me you needed tutoring on your pharmacy classes and gave me your schedule.

I can teach you Tuesday and Thursday afternoon from 6PM. Would that work for you?

You fall back onto bed with a frustrated groan as you read the messages. She really asked him. Now you have no choice but agree to him tutoring you because your mother would kill you otherwise.

Typing a reply you take a deep breath. This will be such a waste of time for the both of you.

Hello! Tuesdays and Thursdays are good. Thank you so much.

You hate how pathetic you sound. What are you even thanking him for? You don't want him to tutor you and he was definitely forced by your mother so why even play pretend?

No problem. We can use meeting room 117 at the company since I reserved it for us. I'll see you on Tuesday.

You dread Tuesday every single day from now on. When it finally arrives you feel ridiculous as you enter the large building of your mother's company. You have been here countless times but you never thought you would get tutor lessons here.

Even worse is that your mother made you go greet her beforehand. She specifically texted you to visit her office before the appointment with Mr. Choi. You walk past her assistant with a polite greeting and finally enter her office.

The luxurious room sat at the top floor of the building with a nice view over the city. Sometimes you forget how successful her company actually is. It can be quiet intimidating.

"There you are," she greets you with a mere look up from a bunch of files on her desk. "I hope you prepared well for your tutoring session. Please don't embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Choi. His father is an important business partner of mine and he himself seems to be a very promising employee. I don't want my own daughter to make him think worse of the company."

Of course she only worries about the company. The idea that this is incredibly humiliating for her own daughter does not even cross her mind.

"Hello, mom. Of course I prepared well, I always do. I won't disappoint you."

She nods at you, satisfied with your answer before looking at her watch. "Then you should head to the meeting room. He is always ridiculously early for meetings so he's probably waiting for you already."

Great, you think to yourself. You hoped you would be able to grab a coffee beforehand.

"I'll go right away. Bye, mom."

You walk to the elevator with heavy steps and check your own watch. It's still fifteen minutes until 6PM so there's plenty of time to grab a coffee before, no matter what your mother might say.

Entering the elevator you select the floor of the meeting room with the plan to walk to the coffee pantry first. Half-way down, the elevator stops on a different floor. When the doors open you almost choke on your polite "Hello" as your eyes take in the person in front of you.

Walking into the elevator is easily the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. Dressed in a tight pair of dark pants and a perfectly fitted dress-shirt the handsome stranger repeats your greeting with a small bow and a mind-numbingly attractive smile. His eyes carry a little glimmer even behind the round pair of glasses he wears and as he pushes back his black hair you feel like swooning.

You have to keep yourself from staring when he takes his place in the elevator and both of you wait for it to move. Just now you realize he hasn't pushed a button, which means he is heading to the same floor as you. Out of the corner of your eyes you can't help but watch him.

He is a few inches taller than you but appears even bigger due to his broad frame. You wonder where that man even finds clothes that fit his stature with his broad shoulders and tiny waist. He checks his most definitely expensive wrist watch before looking at the display counting down the floors.

When the elevator doors open with a ding, you almost jolt. You were so caught up in thinking about how good he looks that you didn't even notice arriving on your floor. The handsome man gestures for you to step out first with another deadly smile in your direction.

"Thank you," you barely breath out as you step out of the elevator in front of him. It feels like the air outside is ten degrees colder. Without looking back you head to the pantry of the floor. You need a coffee even more than before now that you can only think of that guy from the elevator. There is no way you can concentrate on tutoring now without some caffeine.

The benefit of being the CEO's daughter is having a card with unlimited access to the coffee machines so you happily press the button for a black coffee. At the familiar buzzing sound you can finally relax and take a deep breath. No man has ever made you so flustered before just by existing. Maybe you should visit the office more often if that was the kind of employees your mother hired.

Taking your coffee into one hand and your study bag into the other you turn around to head to the meeting room. Caught up deeply in your thoughts you almost run head first into the person behind you.

"Woah, careful there. You don't want to spill that coffee do you?" his voice is smooth like honey, with a joking tone to it. You blink up at him a few times before you find your words.

"I'm sorry. I was distracted."

The man from the elevator smiles at you and you feel your body warming up from the inside out.

"Don't worry, nothing happened." He looks you up and down quickly before holding eye contact once again.

"Excuse the question, but do you happen to be director Kim's daughter?"

You stare at him in confusion. "Yes. Yes, I am. How did you know?"

He moves past you, grabbing a cup from the pantry himself and turning on the coffee machine before he answers:

"You share her eyes. But more importantly, your bag has a pin of the pharmacy faculty of the university and because I'm supposed to meet her daughter for tutoring on this floor in - " he checks his watch again: "exactly 12 minutes, I figured it might be you."

You are impressed. His looks are already enough to have your eyes turn into hearts but there is probably nothing that makes a man more attractive to you than his wit. But what hits you even more than that is the fact that THIS was your tutor.

I take everything back mom, I love tutoring. Sign me up for another year.

"Well, you figured correctly," you reply weakly, at a loss for words. "Nice to meet you Mr. Choi."

You put your cup on the pantry table to reach your hand out to him. He takes it with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Kim. I was going to get the two of us some coffee but as I can see you already helped yourself."

Oh, so he's a gentleman as well.

"Next time you should let me take care of that," you said showing him your free access card. "I happen to own the key to infinite coffee."

"Does the caffeine addiction come for free with that as well?" You chuckle at his joke.

"I think it's the requirement to get it in the first place."

"Well then I will happily let you get us coffee next time."

Next time, you think. The reality that you will be seeing this man on a regular basis hits you.

For a second the two of you just smile at each other. Then Mr. Choi notices that his coffee is done and he grabs the cup.

"Let's head to the meeting room then. I wouldn't want to waste your time."

You sir, can waste my time any day of the week, you think to yourself but obviously keep silent as you follow him to the room.

He holds the door open for you and you settle down onto one of the meeting chairs. You always hated these things. They are designed to make you sit upright and therefore terribly uncomfortable. You desperately want to fold one of your legs under yourself like you always do at home but you have a good image to keep. After taking a seat across from you he puts his bag onto the table and looks at you expectantly.

"So what topics exactly are you struggling with? It's been a while for me but I'm sure I can help."

"To be honest with you, I don't really need help on anything."

San raises his eyebrows behind the round glasses on his nose. "What do you mean?"

You sigh, not knowing how to explain this dilemma best. "My mother made me get a tutor because she believes I need better grades. In fact I'm the best of my year with perfect attendance and an average of 95%. She says that everything under 100% is not enough which is why she must have thought of you as a tutor."

San just stares at you with a peculiar look on his face. He looks almost impressed from your words.

"I knew director Kim could be quite strict but I had never imagined that extent. I'm sorry she made you do this, a 95% average is very impressive in the pharmacy field."

"Says someone with a perfect 100% graduation," you snap back, a little more spiteful than you want to. But San doesn't seem to take it the wrong way. Instead he chuckles in response. The sound sends shivers down your spine, his voice dipping way lower than you had expected it could.

"Trust me, that wasn't all brains. I only know my way around people." You don't doubt that last statement for even a second.

"Maybe instead of teaching I can give you some tips around the university. That would probably help you more."

Now you are interested.

"What kind of tips for example?" You lean forward resting an elbow on the table as you pick your cup of coffee up for a sip. It's still burning hot but you pretend you didn't just burn your tongue as you set it back down.

"Does Mr. Han still do the medicine lectures? He's been using the same exam template for years. Pharmacy students are just to selfish to share the results with the younger students. I'll look for my old exams later to give them to you."

Your mouth opens in awe. Everyone from the year above had told you Mr Han's exams were the hardest and it turns out they were just lying to intimidate you. The competition was real.

"These fuckers," you mumble beneath your breath but judging by his chuckle, San heard you just fine.

"Sorry," you excuse your language immediately with a small nod. He is still an employee under your mother and she told you explicitly to act well around him. Hiding your uneasiness you go for another scolding sip of coffee.

"Don't worry, darling. I won't go complaining to your mother about your language. You don't need to be her perfect little girl for me."

You almost choke on your coffee and have to force the liquid down your throat with an effort. You really wish they didn't but his words made your insides squirm. The amount of money you'd pay him to call you 'darling' again is surely an embarrassing amount. But good little girl also didn't sound too bad from his mouth.

"Thanks," you mumble, not knowing what else to say and stare onto the table to hide your flushing face. If you look at him with those slutty, round glasses right now, you're sure you'll combust.

You don't notice, but Mr. Choi eyes you up and down carefully before he resumes speaking. He smiles at your flustered state that obviously doesn't escape his sharp senses. Seeing your pretty face flush from only these few words, satisfies him deeply.

"Then how about that toxicology class? If Mr. Lim still teaches it, I know a few ways to get on his good side. He always picks favourites and it shows in the grades."

Mr. Choi continues listing off ways to better your grades around your professors. You can't help but be impressed. Not only is he obviously very intelligent but also great with people. Maybe what kept you from exceeding in your studies was your rather reserved nature in class.

"How about this," Mr. Choi finally proposes after teaching you some of his ways. "I'll get you my old notes and exams and with that you will surely ace all your tests. Then we can meet up for these tutoring sessions and while you study in peace I can get some work done. This way your mother is happy and we both profit from the situation."

You nod without hesitation. "That sounds like a great idea. Thank you so much, Mr. Choi."

He groans at your words, a sound that makes you react in a way you don't even want to put into words.

"Please don't call me Mr. Choi when we're alone that makes me feel terribly old. My name is San."

"Aren't you older than me though?" you ask back carefully. It doesn't feel right to call him by his first name.

"If 5 years are old to you?" he inquires with a slight teasing edge to his voice. You don't know if he's flirting with you or if you are just becoming a witness to this man's effortless social skills.

Truthfully, you are 22 and 5 years more don't seem that much to you. Still his way with words and the confident aura around him make him seem more mature.

"I didn't say old. Just older."

He rolls his eyes at your stubbornness, leisurely resting one of his elbows on the backrest behind him. "Just call me San, darling."

There it is again. That word single-handedly turns you into a blushing mess within seconds and you find yourself agreeing without another thought.

"Okay, San."

A satisfied smile spreads on his face and you marvel at the dimples that form on his cheeks. "Much better. Than how about you do some studying and I'll get some work done now?"

"Sounds good," you reply and start taking out your classwork. He could've told you to start stripping right now and you would've agreed without question. Damn you are down bad for him already...

It is a weird situation at first. You are used to studying around strangers in the library, but sitting alone in a room with San makes it hard to focus on your upcoming test. His eyes keep flicking from his work laptop across to you and you don't know if he's interest in the topic you're studying or you.

You yourself on the other hand are surely interested in him and you can't help but steal a few glances at him working diligently at his laptop every now and then. Even typing on his keyboard looks ridiculously hot on him with the way his slender fingers run over the keys.

After about two hours of you trying to keep your eyes on your notes San finally closes his laptop and stares at you until you reciprocate his look.

"I guess two hours is enough to make your mother think you studied, right?" he asks with one corner of his mouth slightly lifted.

"Sure," you respond weakly.

"I'll look for my old tests and will bring them on Thursday," he goes on as he stands up to pack up his laptop and bag. You also start gathering your study books.

"Thank you again," you answer lamely. But the promise of already seeing him again on Thursday excites you.

When you proceed to grab your now empty coffee cup his hands react quickly as he snatches it from you.

"Don't worry about that, I'll put those away," he's leaning over the table now, smiling at you through slightly closed eyes and you can't help but be entranced by his looks. "You should make sure to get home before it's dark outside. Want you to get home safely."

"Don't worry about me, I'll manage."

"Oh but I won't if something happens to you and your mother finds out you were last seen with me," he replies cockily as you two finally go to the door.

You have to chuckle at his remark. "Good to know I'm not the only one terrified of her."

"Everyone is terrified of her," he mumbles under his breath but you are already reaching the coffee pantry - aka your cue to go home.

"Can we use the same room on Thursday?" you ask as you stop in front of him. You make sure to brush your hair behind your ear in a nonchalant manner, knowing it shows your good angles.

"Yeah, I already booked it," San replies easily, eyes fixing yours from above. "But let's meet at the coffee machine here. I want to at least take advantage of that free coffee if I give you all my study secrets."

He winks at you at the last part of the sentence and it makes your insides twirl like on a rollercoaster. You give him a small smile through fluttering lashes. "So that's what you meant with a win-win situation: Endless coffee. Well it looks like I don't have a choice but to be your personal coffee machine."

You want to punch yourself right after that sentence leaves your mouth. How much more stupid could you possibly sound? Personal coffee machine. Saying you wanted to be his personal slut would have been less embarrassing.

But San doesn't seem to mind your awkward response. "Sounds good to me," he replies smoothly. "Then have a good ride home and I'll see you on Thursday."

"Until Thursday," you reply before you can say something stupid again and stroll off to the elevator with a small wave.

As soon as the doors close behind you, your head thumps against the steel wall. There is no way you will get any studying done with that man in the same room as you.

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Your next few meetings with San go on smoothly. You are always on time but he is still earlier than you, waiting for you at the coffee machine. You get both of you a coffee - sometimes two if you feel like it - and you two get to work in a comfortable silence sitting opposite to each other in the meeting room.

After San brought you his old exams you can now prepare exactly what you need to know for your next tests. But no matter how hard you try to focus on your studies, your eyes keep wandering from your books up to the handsome man working on his laptop.

You soon notice his seemingly endless closet full of tailored dressing shirts and perfectly matching pants. He always looks immaculate, not a single wrinkle on his shirt and his hair always neatly combed back. Even his skin is flawless to the point that you start questioning if Choi San might be a figment of your imagination.

Just like his outer appearance, his manners are immaculate. Like you already noticed on your first meeting, he is a sweet talker. Always knowing the right thing to say and never letting your conversation end in awkwardness.

Whenever he feels like taking a break you notice him starting to talk to you. At first he asks how your studies are going. Then he wanders off to the professors you two shared and how he managed to ace all his classes.

Your whole attention is glued to his lips. For one thing because the information he can provide you with is crucial to your academic development but much more importantly because his lips are the prettiest thing you have ever seen. They look so plump and smooth while he's talking that your mind can't help but wander to the other things he might be able to do with them besides talking.

If at your first meeting you were down bad for Choi San, one month later you felt like you were drowning and he was the last bit of oxygen left on earth. You wanted him with a passion that you didn't even know you were capable of.

But you couldn't have him. There was too much at stake. He still worked for your mother and if you made a move on him that he wouldn't reciprocate you would risk the eternal hate of the only woman that still held control over your life. And so far San hadn't shown any sign of feeling the same way about you that you did for him.

„You're stuck on that?" San suddenly asks you over the page of biochemistry that you've been staring at for a solid five minutes. You haven't spared a single thought on the topic in front of you. Your mind is only occupied by the thought of San leaning over you on the meeting chair, your chin in between his slender fingers as he smirks down at you. You hate him for having this effect on you when you so desperately need to focus on your studies.

You really need to get your thoughts together.

„Oh no I was just getting carried away," you answer, looking at him pointedly with a sly smile.

You tried little attacks like this on him before. A casual pull down of your shirt, stretching your arms to make it ride up over your stomach or even looking directly at his lips as he spoke. But no matter how daring you get you can never catch San slipping.

His eyes stay on yours only whenever he looks at you, his tone is always polite and never goes farther than a casual joke. You simply can't draw a single reaction from him and it drives you insane.

„Do you need a small break? We could get another coffee," he offers helpfully.

I don't want a damn coffee I want you to fuck me on this meeting table.

"I'd love to, but I'm already way too warm today. I fear the AC can't fight against the heat anymore."

It has gotten exponentially hotter over the past days and you can feel it even inside the modern building.

"You're right, it's quite hot in here," San says with a disappointed face. "What a shame we don't have iced coffee. We should get some on Tuesday!"

His eyes light up in excitement and this little sliver of pure happiness doesn't escape you. It's surprising how cute he can be with that shamelessly hot body of his.

"Do you know a place near?" You ask to drag on the conversation. You yourself know at least 3 cafés in the area that sell iced coffee but you want San to tell you a place. Maybe his favourite. So that you can go and think of him.

"Yes, I can show you!" he answers proudly.

"I'd love to." You send him a gentle smile with long eye contact before both of you look back at your work.

But your concentration withers away like the dying plant in the corner of the room when Choi San begins undoing the buttons of his shirt sleeves.

You know you shouldn't but your eyes immediately watch as his slender fingers start neatly folding up his sleeves. The muscles in his underarms dance beneath his skin as inch after inch of skin gets revealed.

You feel like a medieval man salivating over exposed ankles as you stare at San's arms. The veins are protruding in the heat and his honey skin is glistening under the bland neon lights.

Your heartbeat quickens and it's mostly because it feels like you finally found San slipping. Him rolling up his sleeves is like a crack in his perfect mask and you are certain that he wouldn't do it anywhere else in the company. He only does this because he is with you.

"Shoot," he suddenly exclaims and draws your attention up to his face. You catch the small pout that appears on his lips before he looks back at you.

"What is it?" you ask him.

"I forgot to book the meeting room for Tuesday and now everything is blocked. There is a work event next week. I should've booked it earlier."

"Oh," you simply reply. This is even more confusing. You don't believe that San would ever forget such an important event. Is he trying to get rid of you?

"Don't worry about it, darling." His smirk and the nickname has you fighting for air. "I'll find us something else."

You can only nod at him with a smile. Maybe he isn't trying to get rid of you.

The rest of your study/work time flies by as your mind thinks of all the possible meeting places you and San could have for Tuesday. You feel like a highschool girl dreaming about dates with your crush but you don't care. The man that is supposed to be tutoring you just makes your heart speed up in a way that you haven't experienced ever before.

When your meeting time comes to an end and San starts packing up his stuff he simply says: "How about we meet at my place next time? I don't like working in cafés it's always so crowded and noisy. And I have coffee too."

You snap up at him in surprise at the proposal. "Sure," you reply as nonchalantly as you can at the prospect of going to Choi San's apartment. Alone. With him.

"I can pick you up here with my car after work. So you don't have any extra way."

"That sounds good," you reply with a small smile, trying not to sound too excited.

"Then until next week," he says with one of his handsome smiles and you say your goodbyes before you can turn even redder in his presence.

When you walk onto the elevator this time and the door closes behind you, your heart is pounding into your throat. As the realization sets in that you will be alone with Choi San in his apartment a satisfied smile set over your face. Oh you will use that chance for sure.

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You spend the entire day preparing for your tutor appointment with San. Something deep inside you tells you that this behaviour is ridiculous but you push this inner voice back down as you play your favourite music and get ready.

You wear your hair in light waves and put on makeup to bring out your eyes but not look overly done up. Your outfit was a tricky matter but you settled on a classic pleated skirt and a tight long-sleeve. Everything about your appearance today lands on the thin line between innocent and suggestive and you are satisfied when you twirl around in front of the mirror.

All you want is one small reaction out of the man that you have thirsted for over the past weeks. If Choi San even so much as lets his eyes scan you up and down, your mission would be successful. Lost in your task of getting ready you almost forget to actually pack your study books before heading to your mothers company.

You two agreed on San picking you up at the company's garage. So you are taking down the elevator to the parking floor and checking yourself one last time in your phone camera before stepping into the parking lot.

Having no idea how his car looks like you pull up your chat with San, wanting to ask him where to go. But before you can type your message a calm voice calls you over from across the parking lot.

"Y/n!"

You turn around to a sight that makes your heart flutter. San is leaning onto his car, a chic black Mercedes. His white dress shirt has one button unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up again. His feet are crossed over each other leisurely as he waits for you to come over.

Walking up to him you have to try real hard to look casual and not like your nerves are taking over you with the impending situation of being in the same car as San for an undefined amount of time. Your heart is beating already and he hasn't even called you any nicknames yet.

"Hello, San. You're not wearing glasses today?" you notice in surprise and hope it doesn't come off as too attentive.

"Sometimes I wear contacts," he replies smoothly. "It's a styling decision."

While you love the glasses on San seeing him without has a different charm to it. Almost like he is showing you a different side of him.

"Ready to go?" you ask him to keep the conversation going and you're almost proud of your nonchalant tone.

"Ready when you are," he replies with a light smile and walks around the car to open the door for you.

Of course he opens the door for me.

Before you can get in he also takes your bag from you to store it in the back. You want to refuse but one of his smiles finally makes you give in and you hand him the bag. Finally, you thank him and sit down in the passenger seat. The car looks even nicer on the inside: leather seats and perfectly clean. Something inside you starts questioning where this man hides his flaws since noone can possibly be this perfect at all times.

"It's only a 20 minute drive," San explains as he gets into the driver's seat and turns on the engine. You can't help but watch his hands as he manages the gearshift. But as he turns around to look for obstacles his eyes get stuck on you. For a second you think you got him. That his eyes linger on you for a little too long because you finally pulled a reaction out of him.

"You haven't even put your seatbelt on, darling."

And with that your mind is blank. Simple emptiness.

Before you can react, his hand reaches past you, grabbing the seatbelt and plugging it in. His hand doesn't so much as grace your shoulder for a millisecond but you feel like your lungs are constricting.

"Thanks," you breath out before he finally pulls out of the parking spot. He does that wildly attractive thing where he put his hand on the back of the passenger's seat while driving backwards and you feel like losing it already. How will you survive being in the same apartment with this man. San however seems his usual chatty self.

"I'm sorry again for not booking the meeting room in time. I already reserved it for the weeks to come," he starts talking to you.

"Don't worry. I totally don't mind," you answer and regret it immediately. Did that sound too eager? Something about Sam's presence makes you overthink every single word you say.

"I have a fancy coffee machine at home so I can at least return the favour of you getting me coffee all the time."

You smile at that. It feels like this little inside thing between you two how you always use your company privileges to pay for both of your coffee. San thanks you every single time, bringing up how much you save his day.

"I never thought you were that much of a coffee guy at home too," you say trying to get him to tell you more about himself.

"You're acting like I didn't go through pharmacy as well!" He replies with a slightly sulky tone. "No way to survive that major without getting addicted to coffee."

You chuckle at his response. "That's true unfortunately. So you just carried the addiction into your job?"

"You could state it like that but by buying a fancy machine you can just say that coffee is your hobby instead."

Whenever you two talk about mundane topics like this you can't help but be glued to his lips. To get a glimpse of the Choi San that isn't working over-hours all the time and kept up his perfect image at all costs. You want to find out the details about him. Like how he enjoys his coffee or what colour he might like best.

You continue the drive in casual chatter like this before finally reaching your destination. As San pulls into an underground parking lot of an apartment building your heart rate quickens again. Something about seeing his apartment makes you incredibly nervous.

He tells you to wait inside the car after he lets the motor die down so that he can open the door for you again. Even this small gesture has you wrapped around his finger and you smile as you try to step out of the car as gracefully as you can.

San leads you into an elevator and as soon as the doors close you feel reminded of your first meeting. Of how he took your breath away just by standing next to you in such a small space. And now there isn't much difference. He still makes you just as nervous. But at least you can talk to him now.

"How is studying for your exams going so far?" He asks casually.

"It's okay," you reply lamely. "I'm trying my best."

"You know if you actually do need my help you can obviously ask me," he offers alluding to your deal of him basically just getting his own work done instead of tutoring you.

"You've already helped me so much. All I need to do now is actually study," you say turning down his argument.

You idiot, you think to yourself. You could've at least pretended to need his help.

You wait in silence as the remaining floors rush past you. You're surprised with every passing number, wondering what floor San might be living on. But the elevator doesn't stop until the highest floor.

San let's you exit first which makes no sense to you since you don't know where to go. So you wait for him to show you the way to his apartment.

As soon as he unlocks the door and leads you two inside you curiously scan his place. On a first glance it looks almost exactly like you expected: it's very clean and tidy, the furniture is modern and rather minimalistic and the whole place carries a simple colour theme of black and chrome with only hints of colour. The entrance leads straight into an open living room that connects to the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home at the dinner table," San offers while gesturing at the big, black table that looks like straight out of a design magazine.

You both place your shoes neatly at the entrance of his apartment before you take your bag to the table. As you choose a seat from which you can look outside the gigantic window front, San heads over to the kitchen, getting something from a cupboard.

"Can I get you a glass of water before I make some coffee?" He asks you with a kind smile.

"That would be nice," you answer even though water was not what you were craving right now.

He filled one for you and brought it over before returning to the kitchen. "You want your coffee hot or iced?"

"Iced? This is better service than at the company. You should forget to book the meeting room more often." It's a weak attempt at flirting with him but he laughs non the less.

"So iced it is?" He confirms with you again and turns on his electric coffee grinder after you nod approvingly.

It shouldn't captivate you that much, looking at him while he was performing such a basic task as making coffee. But you could watch him for hours, the way his broad back stretches out his dress shirt. The way he moves around so smoothly. The way the muscles in his arms flex as he handles his espresso machine.

You turn towards your study materials just in time before he faces you again, two iced coffees in his hands. He places one gently in front of you before he sits down opposite of you.

"Thank you," you smile at him extra sweetly.

"Anything you want, darling."

You swear to yourself that if he calls you darling one more time you will throw all rational thoughts out of the window and straddle him right here in his stupid designer living room chair. But for now you settle for a coy smile as you feel your cheeks heat up.

To add to your demise, as San drags his chair closer to the table both of your knees touch for a brief second before he casually changes his seating position. The table is narrower than the one in the meeting room and knowing that your legs are mere inches from another makes you even more delusional. What if he did that on purpose?

After that, all concentration for your studies is far gone. It doesn't help at all that the iced coffee he made you was the best you had in ages and with every sip you keep wondering what Choi San isn't good at.

I just know he fucks good there's no other way, you think to yourself but get interrupted in your thoughts.

"Are you stuck on something?" San asks you and you almost don't even dare to raise your eyes to look at him. A kind of shame overcomes you as you realize what you have been thinking about while he worries about your studies.

You sigh to buy yourself time to find an answer that doesn't include: Yes, I'm stuck because I can't think of anything but your body on top of mine.

"Yeah, I just can't seem to concentrate well lately. Maybe I'm stressed out because of my finals."

It isn't fully a lie. Your finals are approaching steadily and with you thirsting over your tutor instead of studying you are indeed starting to worry.

"I would love to tell you that grades don't matter too much but I know your mother won't agree and I will probably face her anger too if you fail," he laughs at the end of his sentence to lighten the mood but quickly notices he only stressed you more by saying that.

"I'm sorry," he quickly retracts. It feels like the first time you caught him messing up his smooth way of talking which in return makes you smile.

"No, you're right. I just never thought about the fact that she will hate both of us if I mess up. What a way to relax."

"I shouldn't have said that," San again apologizes. "I'm sure you will do amazing though. After all you studied so much."

He finishes his sentence with a wink and you must stare at him for a second like an idiot. Did you just imagine that? Or is he alluding to something? Does Choi San know that you thirsted for him this entire fucking time?

But his further actions don't allow you to think much more.

"You look quite tense actually," he continues. "You know it's not good for your back to sit stiff like this for a prolonged amount of time. Your neck must be hurting?"

You have no idea what he is talking about. And your confusion only grows as San gets up from his chair heading in your direction. Every step he comes closer to you has your heart pumping erratically. Even though you dreamed about him being closer to you and finally paying you more attention you are now paralysed at the situation unfolding. Simply being close to him renders your entire body useless.

San steps behind you and, to your absolute shock and amazement, his hands gently grasp your shoulders.

"To compensate the stress from university I took a physiology course that taught us how to massage tense muscles."

As if to proof his words his thumbs gently start rubbing circles into your neck. The warmth of his fingers seeps through your thin shirt and fills your entire body. It feels like he set you on fire with this simple touch.

All of this cannot be real. This must be a figment of your imagination or you actually fell asleep on your study notes while dreaming about San. But his voice sounds very much real when he resumes:

"You have to relax, otherwise I'll hurt you." His voice drops lower than usual and as he gently drapes your hair over one shoulder to get it out of his way you can feel his breath fanning over your neck. Goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

But amid the fire burning in your veins and your clouded mind you actually manage to ease into his fingers and allow him to loosen up your muscles.

"That's a good girl," he rasps behind you and you know you tipped over the edge now. There is no going back from this. You feel like a doll in his hands. His words are electrifying, leaving you unable to utter a single word, to make a single sound. Your mind is running on a state of emergency. Nothing seems to get to you but the fact that San is touching you.

And oh is he good at it. His hands are pressing into all the right places relieving all the pent up tension you built ever since getting ready for this meeting today. If his fingers are already this good at massaging out your stress you can't help but think about what else they can do.

"How do you feel?" He asks. His voice is still low and his tone taunting, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Better," you answer. Your voice is merely a whisper. You sound weak, even in your own ears, and wonder if he even heard you.

"Yeah? Then how is this?" With his question his thumbs dip beneath the collar of your shirt and massage your upper back a little lower.

You can't help but close your eyes. The low tone of his voice, his fingers on your skin and the playfulness of his words. All of this is so overwhelming you can only lean back and revel in his touch.

"It feels so good," you manage to breath out when you realize he asked you a question.

He bends down a little, his mouth now right next to your ear. "Should I make you feel even better?"

He is quite literally the devil on your shoulder. Everything in your body screams for you to say yes immediately. The unspoken promise has your entire body on fire and you almost give in to your desire. But a tiny speck of reasonable thinking pulls you back into the dangerous territories you are moving in right now.

"What do you mean?" you ask carefully. You know that this is everything you wanted for the past few weeks but still you can't help being confused about his sudden change.

His left hand wanders from your back to your chin, tilting it to the side so you can look at him. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine. His pupils are dilated and he is looking at you like he is preying on you. The intensity is something you have never seen in him before.

"You are far too smart to be asking that question, darling," he replies smugly.

"But you were never interested in me?" You ask back and want to hit yourself on the spot. Why are you even asking questions when the man you've desired for weeks finally seems to be making a move on you? But after all he is acting very out of character.

San chuckles, never taking his eyes off of you. "You're so cute. All these weeks that you've been wanting me and now you ask what I'm doing?"

Your mouth opens in shock. So he did in fact know all this time that you were interested in him.

"Don't act all surprised now, darling. You really thought I didn't see the way you looked at me ever since we first met? How your eyes keep focusing on my arms in my tight shirts. How you steal glances at me when you think I'm not looking? I wanted to see how long I could leave you thirsting like this before you would break."

His confession has you gasping as you realize you weren't even faintly as indiscreet as you thought you were. Instead San was playing with you the entire time. Watching your every move.

"Desperation looks so cute on you," he adds with another devilish smile. His fingers continue drawing circles into your back as his burning eyes keep you fixed in your spot. You feel bewitched by his entire presence, like he has cast a spell on you.

"I made all this effort to get you into my apartment so we both don't have to risk our lives by having me ruin you on the meeting table and still you didn't even have a clue. I'm almost disappointed if you weren't so cute when you are surprised like this." A satisfied grin plays around his plump lips, as if he revelling in the taste of this sweet opportunity in his hands. "Now be a good girl for me and finally do what you've been wanting to do for weeks. Tell me you want me."

You haven't taken a single breath since he started talking and as a result your head feels dizzy. It takes a short moment before you can finally form the words that your head is screaming at you.

"Please," you whisper pathetically.

"Please what, darling?" San revels in the way you can barely speak.

"Please ruin me."

You can basically see the fire behind his eyes ignite as you speak those three words. His hand wanders to your cheek, grabbing it firmly. He takes his sweet time to let his thumb run over your bottom lip, eyes trailing after his own movement.

"With pleasure."

Finally, his lips press onto yours in a desperate kiss. They feel just as soft as they always looked to you, but he kisses you with a roughness that is almost contradictory. The combination is intoxicating. As you reciprocate the kiss, heat runs through your limbs in shockwaves.

Suddenly impatient, San interrupts the kiss to pull you up and out of the chair by your arms. Grabbing your waist he manhandles you onto the dinner table instead, lifting you onto the ledge as if it was nothing.

Your hands bury in his hair as both your lips meet again in a rushed embrace. In return, San wedges one of his legs between yours and spreads your knees so he can stand between them. The way he handles you makes heat pool in your core. San has a determination to his every move that makes you want to do whatever he could want from you.

One of his hands still tightly grasping your waist, the other winds in your hair as he deepens the kiss. When his tongue enters your mouth you arch your back wanting to diminish every centimetre between you two. Your head is dizzy, completely overwhelmed by his every touch.

San's firm hands are restless on your heated body. His fingers quickly find a way to shift under your shirt and his thumb draws circles into the bare skin of your stomach. Choi San feels like a drug. His touch just as intoxicating as you always dreamed it to be.

He removes his mouth from your lips only to latch onto the fragile skin behind your ears, kissing his way around your neck. You let your head fall back to give him better access and when he starts sucking on your skin you relieve a small whimper.

You can feel San smirking into your skin as he sucks even more. It's like he has found your weakness and is now shamelessly using it to make you melt beneath his fingers. And it's working so well. Your hands lose grip on his hair as you lose your ability to focus on anything but San's lips on your neck.

"Don't tap out on me already, darling. I'm only getting started," he rasps into your ear in between kisses. You draw in a shaky breath at his words. Your legs feel like jelly even as your sitting down and you just know you won't be able to walk after San is finished with you.

He finally withdraws his lips and for a second just revels in your already dishevelled form: hair messy, red flush to your cheeks and lips glossy from kissing him.

"I'd love to have you on my dinner table but let's take this somewhere more comfortable for now," he says in a soft voice.

Hooking his hands under your thighs he picks you up from the table, carrying you towards his bedroom. Woken up from your trance by the change of motion you suddenly gain back some of your bite. While San is busied with carrying you, your fingers rush to the collar of his dress shirt. Oh how often you have dreamed of popping open those buttons one by one. And finally you have the pleasure to do so. A soft chuckle makes his chest move in front of you as San looks down on your actions.

"You couldn't wait, could you?"

"Why would I?" you reply cheekily as your hand smooths over his now exposed skin. He feels so soft and hot under your fingertips that you don't think you'll ever be able to detach.

San throws open his bedroom door with his shoulder and before you have a chance to take in the room you are thrown onto the plush bed. He follows behind immediately, hovering over you with both hands propped up next to your head. He lets his eyes run over your figure lazily, up and down.

"Don't even know where to start with you," he mumbles half to himself and half to you as he watches your chest rise and fall in heavy breaths. He decides to put on a show, sitting back on his heels and slowly continuing your work in unbuttoning his shirt.

Apart from his skin being exposed the simple act of opening some buttons shouldn't drive you as crazy as it does right now. It's simply the sexiest thing you have ever seen in your life. The way his hooded eyes stay on yours the entire time while one button after another falls open under his practiced movements.

You are moving on autopilot when you also sit up to take off your own shirt. You simply can't delay this any further. As your shirt lands somewhere beside the bed, San lets out a small groan, surprising you. He stopped in the middle of folding down his sleeves.

"How did you know that purple was my favourite colour?" He asks in a raspy voice. His eyes are raking over your deep purple bra with a desire in them that lets shivers run over your skin.

You can't imagine a better way to find out his favourite colour. You only chose it because it accentuates your skin tone but now it feels like fate to you. Finally, you are getting to the edges of Choi San. Getting to know him on a level that you were craving like the air you needed to breath.

"Good intuition," you reply. Your confidence surges under his heavy glances. Maybe a little too much. "Need help with that?" you ask him teasingly with a nod towards his shirt, which hangs open around his toned torso.

As soon as you speak those words you are getting pinned back to the bed, San's hand suddenly wrapped around your neck. He isn't putting any pressure on it yet but you can feel his strength pulsating around your neck. His broad shoulders are taking up most of your vision and with the way he glares at you you just know that you are soaked.

"Don't get too bold with me, darling," he says in a warning tone. "I'm the one in charge."

You look up at him through big, round eyes, lashes fluttering because you have a feeling that it will push just the right buttons in him.

"Go ahead then," you reply firmly. "Do whatever you want to me."

San sits up again and roughly tugs on his sleeves, finally discarding his shirt fully. Then his lips are on yours again in a heartbeat.

You greedily let your hands wander over his now fully exposed upper body. The muscles playing under his skin feel so good as he buries his hands in your hair. His biceps is so big that your fingers can barely wrap around it halfway. You can't get enough of touching his body which so far you only admired in fitted dressing shirts.

San kisses his way down from your lips again but this time he doesn't stop at your neck. Continuing down your chest he kisses the tender skin between your breasts. When he takes both hands to squish your breasts together, burying his face in between, you lose your last bit of composure.

"Please, San. Please just fuck me."

He lifts his head to smile at you devilishly. The fire behind his eyes seems so bright that you're scared it will never burn down again.

"Already begging for me? You're still half dressed and I'm only starting. Have a little patience."

As he finishes his words, his hand snakes behind your back to open your bra in a swift motion. He peels the straps off of you with a new found patience that makes you feel like you are suffocating.

When the piece of clothing lands on the floor, San's eyes are glued to your chest. Slowly, he lowers himself down again, gently taking on of your nipples into his mouth. As soon as his tongue starts lapping at you a string of moans escape you. He just feels so good.

Without ever losing focus on kissing and nipping on your chest, one of his hands wanders to your skirt. He finds the zipper so easily it feels like he has studied undressing you. He pushes it down your legs quickly, leaving you only in your underwear.

As his hand starts stroking your inner thighs, your eyes roll to the back of your head. He feels like a dream.

"Please San. Please touch me," the words leave your mouth in whispers. Silent pleas for him to finally give you what you want.

"Is my darling so stressed from studying that she needs her mind taken off of things?" His fingers trail over your clothed heat as he asks you in a sickly sweet voice. His eyes are focussed on your face, taking in how you crumble beneath his touch.

"Yes. Yes, please," you whimper desperately. Every touch feels like electricity on your skin.

"Want me to stuff you full so you can forget everything you've studied for for weeks?" He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers toying at your entrance.

"Please San..." you repeat yourself weakly. Finally he gives into your pleading and sinks two of his fingers into you. You are so wet that they glide in with ease. You suck in a harsh breath as he begins pumping them in and out of you.

"God you feel so good. Can't wait to fuck you, my darling. Bury my cock so deep into you you forget your own name."

His words make you shake beneath him. You had a lot of suspicions about San in the bedroom due to your extensive daydreaming about him. But never did you expect him to be so vocal and downright dirty with his words. It catches you off-guard and only heightens your pleasure.

San scoots up on the bed a little so his face is hovering over yours again, while he slips a third finger into your heat. "How do I feel?" he asks with a raspy tone to his voice.

"You feel so fucking good, San," you moan in answer. His fingers stretch you out so deliciously and he reaches this spot deep inside you that makes you arch your back with every thrust.

"Yeah, you wanna come on my fingers?" he rasps into your ear now, lips again attaching to your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin.

"Please, San." You feel like a broken record that's repeating the same thing over and over. You grow closer and closer to an orgasm with every motion of his fingers inside you. But San has other plans for you. And when he feels you desperately clenching around his fingers, he pulls them out of you.

"I'm sorry darling," he says immediately, even though his face doesn't display any regret. "But you look so pretty when you're desperate. And I want you to come on my cock when I make you fall apart for the first time."

You feel like crying. You want nothing more but to come and yet him taking it from you only makes you want him more. You would do anything for Choi San.

He stands up from the bed and opens his belt. But before he can take of his pants, he orders you over with a motion of his finger. You sit on your knees at the edge of the bed in seconds, looking up at him expectantly.

He doesn't say a word and only gestures for his painfully strained pants. You don't need any more hints to start opening his pants and pulling them down his legs desperately. You hook your fingers into his boxers too but look up at him once more before continuing. When he nods at you you finally pull them down as well.

You can't help but stare at San's length. He's big, just like you had always imagined and he was rock-hard. When San takes himself into his hand and gives himself a few strokes you open your mouth on your own, sticking out your tongue in anticipation of tasting him.

San starts gently. His other hand weaves into your hair and he pulls you onto his length slowly. You are able to take a good amount of him before his tip hits the back of your throat and you release a surprised moan. San closes his eyes momentarily as he relishes in the feeling of your hot mouth around him.

"Shit, you feel so good," he rasps out before he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your hands seek hold on his muscular thighs and you look up at San through big and pleading eyes. Even though he isn't pleasuring you, this almost feels as good as having him bury his fingers inside you. All you ever dreamed about was him using you just like this and the feeling of it happening is so intoxicating you feel like you might pass out any second.

"Look at you enjoying my cock so damn much, that your eyes are losing focus," San chuckles. He looks down at you in disbelief as you mindlessly swirl your tongue around his cock. "You love being ruined by me, don't you?"

You can only manage a desperate nod and approving grunt as you continue sucking him of. No man has ever made you this desperate. As you look at him from beneath you feel like you have accomplished everything you ever wanted: his hair was dishevelled, his breaths uneven and a red tint painted his cheeks. All in all, Choi San lost his perfectly maintained appearance as you sucked on his cock and to you he looked 100 times prettier this way.

When his thrusts go sloppy, he pulls out of your mouth in a haste before he can come. "You're driving me crazy, darling," he grunts as he catches his breath for a second. In a more gentle tone he resumes: "Lay back on the bed for me, ok?"

You do as he says, laying down on your back in the middle of the bed, your body buzzing with the anticipation of what is to come. San goes to his dresser, opening a drawer to get a condom. 

When he climbs over you he looks at you intensely. But at the same time his eyes hold a softness that makes you feel secure.

"Are you sure about going on, y/n?" he asks warmly. No petnames this time. He wants a clear answer.

"Never been so sure in my life," you reply with a smile and his lips mirror yours as he beams down at you.

Quickly he sits up to open the condom and roll it onto his member. Opening your legs with his knee he situates himself between you and positions his cock at your entrance. One hand on your hip and the other holding his cock, he slowly sinks himself into you while carefully observing your face.

Your eyes flutter when he is fully inside of you and you moan at the feeling. San releases a grunt as well and waits a few seconds deep inside of you.

"Fuck, you're so tight for me, my darling. Don't worry I won't stop this time until you come." And with that he starts thrusting into you. He begins with slow and deep thrusts but as soon as you get used to his size he speeds up rapidly. 

His abs are flexing underneath is skin as he grabs onto your hip and pistons himself into you. With every thrust you can feel him hit this spongy part deep inside of you that makes heat build in your core with a throbbing intensity. Meanwhile you revel in the sight above you: San looks like a god. His muscular body moving above you is almost enough to push you over the edge but what's even more entrancing is his face. His expressions seem almost possessed. Like a demon took over him as soon as he started fucking you, he fixes his eyes onto yours.

"Am I fucking you good? Making you forget all your precious studies?" There they are again. His filthy words driving you down a one-way-road to insanity. "I hope you forget everything so you have to see me even more, darling. Then I can keep on fucking this tight little cunt over and over again."

"Fuck, San!" you moan out, being shocked by his words. His control over you is baffling and you can't help but grow closer and closer to your orgasm with every word.

"I know you like me like that, darling. Do me a favour and come on my cock so I can finally see you lose yourself will you?"

You can't form an answer. Endless moans tumble out of your mouth in increasing volume and San knows he has you exactly where he wants. 

"Come for me."

Your orgasm hits you with an explosive intensity. Faintly, you notice yourself moan at a concerning volume as your high washes over your body. But San doesn't seem to mind. Your legs are shaking and he helps you ride out the feeling with slower strokes. He waits for your breath to slow down again before he leans down to you and places a gentle kiss onto your lips.

"I want you on your knees in front of me," he says sweetly as soon as your lips separate and your head is spinning. Still you manage to get up with the help of his arm beneath your waist and you let yourself be positioned in front of San, your back to him.

Since you didn't have the opportunity to examine his bedroom earlier you only now notice the big mirror on his wardrobe next to his bed. Looking ahead, you can now see yourself on your knees, sitting in front of San.

You look even more dishevelled than you feel: Your hair is all over the place and some of your eyeliner smudged and a handful of dark purple marks littering your neck. Also, a red tint covers your skin, making you look flushed. San behind you smirks as you examine your own figure.

"You look so pretty all messed up like this for me, don't you think?"

His arm wraps around your waist as he leans your body back onto his broad chest. You look tiny in front of his build.

"I'll make you look even prettier," he promises as he sinks himself back into you.

He picks up his intense pace from before and you already feel dizzy again. With his arm holding you tight he is basically lifting you up and down his cock. At this angle he is hitting you deeper than before and you are sure you won't last very long until your next high.

But nothing could've prepared you for the feeling of San winding his other arm around you too, his fingers gently starting to stroke your clit. Your head falls back onto San's shoulder as you give in to the mind-numbing pleasure that starts buzzing through your body.

"Keep your eyes on me, darling. I want to watch you fall apart."

His voice sounds sulky, almost cute. It doesn't match his relentless thrusts and his fingers pleasuring you. It takes all your strength to lift your head again and look at San through the mirror. His eyes are hooded now, a shin layer of sweat making his flawless skin shine in the evening light.

"You make me feel so good," you manage to say as San keeps on pounding into you. You want him to know how he makes you feel. How good he is being to you.

"Am I?" He smiles in satisfaction as he watches your brows draw together with a particularly deep thrust. "You too, darling. You feel so good around me I don't think I can last much longer. But you'll come one more time for me, right?"

His voice sounds so deep and sultry in your ears. "Of course, Sannie," you mumble absent-mindedly. You don't even notice the nickname until he chuckles behind you.

"How can you be so cute and so sexy at the same time? You'll be the death of me, my good little girl."

He places a kiss onto your cheek and that is what finally drives you over the edge.

"Fuck, San. I'm coming," you moan out before your high crashes over you. If he wasn't holding you, you would fall to the ground. You try to hold eye contact with San through the reflection but your eyes keep on shutting as waves of pleasure roll over you. You have never felt such an intensity before.

But San's thrust don't slow down this time. He keeps on rutting into you relentlessly, driving you to insanity. You feel like you're swimming in a pool of pleasure.

"I'm close, darling. Just a little longer," San's voice is pitched higher than before, sounding just as desperate as you feel. You want nothing more but for him to come.

"Please, Sannie. I want you to come so bad."

Your desperate pleas are San's final straw. Clutching your body tight to his own, he finishes with his cock buried deep inside you. You can feel him pulsating in your heat and your moans mix into his grunts as you milk him for every last drop of his cum.

As you both slowly recover San pulls out of you and gently lays you back onto the bed. You can't do anything but catch your breath while he gets up to rid himself of the condom and return to you with a glass of water.

"Drink something," he urges you on and you take the glass from him. He watches you with a tinge of worry in his eyes. After taking a few sips you offer the glass back to him.

"You should drink some too, I'm sure you worked your body more than I did."

He smiles at your words and takes some water too before returning the glass to his bedside table. When he looks back at you there is a heaviness to his gaze that worries you.

"What is it?" you ask.

San takes a deep breath before answering you. "No matter what I said to you before, I actually didn't expect us to tumble into this as quickly as we did right now. And I want you to know that I didn't do this to use you or take any advantage of you."

His hand nervously grabs for the back of his neck. "Actually, I've been interested in you ever since we first met but I fear the tension between us was quicker than both of us."

You try to process his words even in your hazy state of mind. A spark of excitement surges through your body as you realize what he is saying.

"I feel the same, San," you reply truthfully. "I like you. And not just because you're insanely handsome."

You are glad when he laughs shyly at your words.

"So maybe I can take you out on a date that doesn't involve work or pharmacy studies sometime?"

"I hope sometime means this week, because I waited long enough for you already."

After everything that happened this evening, this moment when he smiles at you might be what makes your heart beat the fastest. You can't believe your luck as you look Choi San into the eyes and he leans in for a kiss.

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"This was a stupid idea," you say to San but maybe more to yourself. "I should tell her alone."

"How will she ever respect me again if I let you do this alone?" San replies worriedly. "She told me to tutor you and now here we are. I will look terrible either way."

You have never seen him this nervous. But after all, your mother has the ability to make everybody scared for their life. You two pass her assistant's desk with a polite greeting as you head straight for your mother's office. She knows you are coming but she doesn't know you're bringing company.

You knock carefully on the door until her voice calls you in. Your mother stays seated as you two enter the room. She doesn't look surprised or confused about San's appearance but rather intrigued.

"Why are you visiting me today, y/n?" she asks simply.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you prepare for answering.

"I have something to announce to you," you start off as confident as you can. 

Your mother's eyes flick between you and San. "Go on."

"San- ... Mr. Choi and I, we are..." your voice is shaking. Why is this so hard for you?

But San grabs for your hand, linking his fingers with yours as he confidently finishes your sentence: "We are in a relationship, director Kim."

His boldness strikes you as admiring. Maybe he was right about accompanying you.

A silence that draws out unbearably long fills the room. You feel like your lungs are being compressed with every passing second.

Then your mother smiles. It's not exactly a smile of happiness. It speaks more of victory.

"Finally," she announced. "It took you two longer than I expected."

Now it's your turn to be silent. Both you and San are stunned in your places.

Finally you find your voice to ask: "What do you mean, mom?"

She smiles at you in satisfaction.

"You see: Mr. Choi is a good man. He's a gentleman, treats his colleagues with the utmost respect, excels at his job and is handsome too. How could I find a better match for my beloved daughter? But I know you wouldn't be interested if I were to formerly introduce you two so I thought I'd help you in a different way."

Your mouth falls open in shock. Out of all things, your mother purposefully setting you up with San has never even crossed your mind. Your boyfriend seems even more shocked at the revelation than you, his face reddened and a stunned expression on his face.

"So you set us two up?" You finally ask your mother.

"Of course I did! And it worked out brilliantly, don't you think? I'm glad you both came to tell me. Mr. Choi?"

San perks up at her words. "Yes?"

"I assume you will take good care of my daughter?"

"Of course I will," he replies sternly, voice full of sincerity. "I will do everything care for y/n." His words make you feel warm and fuzzy.

Your mother nods approvingly. "Then you two may leave. I still have work to do."

You both nod hastily and thank your mother before turning back for the door.

"Oh, before I forget. Y/n?" your mother asks one last time.

"Yes?"

"I received your test results that you sent me. They look very promising."

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A seven-part written series taking place at EN High School, featuring Enhypen, with supporting roles from Tomorrow x Together, &Team, BoyNextDoor, Fromis_9, Le Sserafim, NewJeans and Illit. Loosely based off of Enhypen's official series En-Drama.

Author's Note: this is going to be a rollercoaster folks! I wanted to basically make a crack/fluff version of En-Drama. I thought the stereotypes they put the members in were cute and fitting of them, but was like "what if I made them all losers lol" and that's how this series was born! disclaimer, the plots for my works are not the same as En-Drama, this is all just for shits and giggles! btw, everything is connected, so stay tuned for each member! lmk who you're most excited to read!!

Status: ongoing

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I Can't, I Have Rehearsal

socially awkward!park sunghoon x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

What happens when you get seated right next to the most handsome boy in your entire grade? Well you thought it'd be a great excuse to get to know him better, but the guy won't even talk to you! After a mishap in the science lab, you come to find out that Park Sunghoon, the cold-hearted prince of EN High, isn't in fact rude, he's just afraid of women.

Show Must Go On

secret softie!park jongseong x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

When you told the waitress to give your compliments to the chef, you didn't expect the chef to come out and thank you personally, and you really didn't expect the chef to be your classmate Park Jongseong. Realizing how bad this could be, he has you keep it a secret. That shouldn't be too hard for you to do he thinks, but you're full of surprises- and slip ups.

Lights, Curtains, Action!

popular!sim jaeyun x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

You weren't a very sociable person. Sure you had some friends, but you preferred to stay home on your days off. Your family has other plans though, and you're forced to explore the great outdoors during summer break. On your adventure, you never thought you'd find rowdy Sim Jaeyun, otherwise known as Jake, sitting patiently at the docks waiting for a single fish to bite his line. You also never thought he'd reel in your missing shoe before an actual fish.

All the World's a Stage

younger!kim sunoo x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

You've known Kim Sunoo since middle school when your friend Jake introduced him to you as his 'little brother'. He was a sweet and funny boy. But over the summer, something changed with Sunoo and suddenly you feel your heart skipping a beat every time he looks your way. You'd think he's finally grown up and matured, but there he goes again, quoting some random romcom and you're reminded he'll never see you the way you do him. Or does he?

Tough Act to Follow

loser!lee heeseung x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

This had to be a mistake. It couldn't be true, how could you end up being seatmates with the biggest loser in school, Lee Heeseung?! You can feel your social status plummeting with every word he speaks to you. But on a late walk from the convenience store, you witness something that changes your view of Heeseung drastically. And maybe he's right, the Sonic the Hedgehog movie is actually kinda good.

Break a Leg

tease!nishimura riki x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

Nishimura Riki was the bane of your existence. You can't tell where your hatred for him begins and ends. Every day is a constant battle of teasing between the two of you, and you have had it. One day after an accident, Riki shows his true colors and now his insults start to make your heart race, and it's not because you're angry. Surely you've caught something, right?

No Business Like Show Business

student body president!yang jungwon x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

When you flunked that math test, you didn't think it was that serious- until your teacher assigned you a tutor: Yang Jungwon, student body president. Honestly, you didn't really know the guy, he seemed like the type to be strict and responsible. Except he isn't, Jungwon is just some guy. You'd argue he's even worse at math than you. His friends thought it'd be funny to elect him as president when the poor boy was out for a pee break. So now you're wondering if you should get a tutor for both of you.

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୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader I| Chapter: 05 ୨୧

Prev || 05 Un? Fortunate || Next

⎯ "Just because you're a part of the student council doesn't mean you're allowed to get all cozy with Asano."  [Name] was sort of familiar with the student, a member of the fan club dedicated to the chairman's son, Asano Gakushu. 'It's way too early for this.' 

They'd never talked, but that didn't mean she hadn't had this same conversation with other people. It was as if his fan club had a precedent of hating [Name] before admitting members.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, but I can assure you there's nothing going on between-" The girl kept walking, harshly brushing her shoulder on [Name] in the process. She could barely get a word in.

It really wasn't like that. There was no reason for anyone to believe so, sure, she wasn't exactly out in the open about it but she was in a relationship. She isn't the type to mess with other guys behind Karma's back. She guessed it was the result of being the only girl on the council. They overanalyzed her every little step.

"If you want to be in the same class so badly just start failing until they throw you down with me."  Those were Karma's words from a few days ago, and [Name] was starting to consider them.

She couldn't decide if it was worth it or not. She was on top of her academics and as annoying as they were, spending so much time around the council meant the members grew on her.

'I need  something to drink...'

Out where the vending machines were she saw a familiar face, his blue hair tied up in pigtails. It had been so long since [Name] talked to Nagisa. As she was about to say hi, she noticed the green-haired girl who had been with him at the café. Her name was Kayano if she remembered correctly.

She didn't want to be rude and interrupt, that was the excuse she was going with. In full honesty, she was curious as to what Nagisa was doing with a girl, listening in for a bit wouldn't hurt.

"Explosives, guns, knives. I'm starting to doubt it's even possible to kill him." They were hovered over a notebook as if they were trying to solve a thousand-piece puzzle.

Some kind of game? That's what [Name] was wondering.

"but your notes are great, it's cool you're so observant Nagisa... what were we here for again?"

"Karma's strawberry milk."

"Yeah... He's a bit addicted don't you think?"

"Not as bad as your pudding thing... uh, hold on."

With instincts like Nagisas, he picked up on an uncounted-for presence. He shot Kayano a look, instructing her to quiet down with his eyes.

"[Name?]"

"Hey Nagisa! Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you were busy."

"It's okay, How have you been?" He smiled warmly, internally he was praying you didn't hear anything strange.

"I'm good! I've missed you a lot, we haven't talked in forever!"

"We should hang out one of these days! Oh, I should introduce you, Kayano this is [Name], [Name] Kayano." He gestures between the both girls.

"Nice to meet you." Kayano shakes her hand.

"Why are there two types of strawberry milk here? Kayano, do you remember which one he gets?" asks Nagisa.

"No, just take a guess."

[Name] types on the vending machine's number pad. "He likes both but prefers this one, They taste the same to me though." She shrugs and almost hands the milk box to Nagisa, but she pulls back out of his reach at the last second.

"Can I go with you? I'll drop you off at your class!"

Nagisa smiles "That would be fun but you have your own class to get to."

"It's fine! I usually worried about skipping but only for a little won't hurt."

Nagisa is hesitant when he says "You'll face harsher consequences since you're in council." He didn't want her to feel rejected but if they walked together there was a pretty good chance she'd catch sight of Korosensei.

"The opposite actually, I get away with way more by being in council. It works out! Let's go I wanna see Karma."

Kayano yanks the milk from [Names] grasp. It's very abrupt and leaves an uncomfortable feeling in everyone. [Name] feels embarrassed, she's internally hoping they can't see it on her face. The feel becomes uncomfortable for a second, Kayano looks down not meeting [Names] eyes.

In an attempt to fix things [Name] apologizes, "Sorry, I get the hint, see you Nagisa." She smiles trying not to let things get more uncomfortable for anyone. They probably want to be alone.

"It's not like that! We'd like you to come but we'd get in a lot of trouble if anyone saw you with us, over the weekend we should meet up."

"Alright, we can do that." They wave goodbye to each other.

⊹₊ ⋆ Time skip ୨୧ ⊹₊ ⋆

"If you want to be in the same class so badly just start failing until they throw you down with me."

[Name] and Karma were lying on his bedroom's wooden floor, staring up at the ceiling as they talked about whatever topic bubbled up on their minds.

"Hey Karma, do you really think I should drop down to E class?"

He looks at her curiously "What's got you thinking of that?"

"I was thinking of what you said the other day, maybe that is the only way we can be together."

"You don't have to sacrifice your grades for a few more hours with me, clinger."

"I wasn't gonna, it would take too long to get me to fail everything! Remind me why they decided to put you in that class again?"

"I broke a guy's arm." He says with not a second thought.

[Name] sighs "I can't do that..."

"I could do it for you, and you can take allll the credit. I got ways to make 'em play along!" If it were anyone else talking about this with so much excitement [Name] would question their mental state, but it's Karma.

"That's not what I meant... but thanks for having my back!"

Karma is not sure about this, He knows [Names] fears and she's got lots of them. Spiders, thunder, heights, and much more, He questions if her heart could handle seeing a three-meter-tall octopus who might be the reason the world ends. Ultimately Karma decides to indulge in it, it would be nice having her around, on top of that she'd get along with his friends and definitely like the teachers more.

He thinks back to all the other stuff he pulled, none of which worked out but trying again wouldn't hurt, at least not him.

"You can try pulling pranks but it wasn't that effective for me."

"Help me think of something?"

"I wouldn't let you do it without me."

For now there was nothing to worry about. No one to distract them from one another, just the two of them.

note: sorry for still taking so long on request :,( I’m trying to balance the post of request and On Purpose, Ive also been reallll busy. Does anyone actuallyyyyy read this fic?? the updates are kinda just setting everything up rn, more Karma soon!

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 18: [DDVD] lucifer / lost child

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note: reminder: zhao calls ik "a-ke", and i also realised while writing this - in jtta, she's called ik because it's like an anglicised pronunciation of her birth name, but in ddvd they never move to england... i've thus decided that in this au, ik got her nickname from mammon right at the start of the year. that or they all speak chinese and ik is how i, as author, have transliterated her birth name. anyway, this takes place early on in the exchange year

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“Zhao’s upset,” is the first and only thing Satan has said to Lucifer today.

He’ll let his little brother off the hook for being rude, even if only just this once - what he wants to know is what Satan expects him to do about it. Lucifer is a student council officer, not a school therapist, and it is not his responsibility to deal with sad pupils. Even if they live under his roof.

Though it turns out that ‘sad’ is not the correct word for whatever emotional wringer Zhaoxi is currently putting himself through. Lucifer runs into him at the end of the same corridor he’s just passed Satan in, and he looks as if he hasn’t slept in weeks. Somehow there are shadows under his eyes that weren't there this morning.

He isn’t an expert, by any means - he's only consulted a few textbooks, and since the start of the exchange program most of his human research has been about the tiny ones - but that’s definitely not normal. Surely one school day can’t be that taxing.

“Ahem,” He says loudly as Zhaoxi powers past him with barely a glance in his direction. “Is something wrong?”

Zhaoxi pauses, mutters something very quickly that he doesn’t understand, then turns to run off again. Lucifer catches him by the shoulder before he can disappear around the corner.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, more insistently this time. “There are club meetings going on. You’re going to cause a disturbance.”

He mumbles a half-hearted apology and takes off his glasses, as if he doesn’t want to look at him in too much detail. “I can’t find A-Ke.”

“You lost her?” Who misplaces an entire child?

“She learnt how to open the door,” Zhaoxi says a little miserably. “And A-Ke is very quiet. I didn’t realise she left the room.”

Privately, Lucifer can’t fathom how she even reached the handle. He sighs. “...very well. I’ll help you search. We can’t have children running wild around the school.”

Zhaoxi blinks, then abruptly shoves his glasses back on. Behind them, his eyes are possibly the brightest thing Lucifer has ever seen. “You will?!”

No one else has even offered? He thinks, and makes a note to perhaps suggest to Diavolo that they remind the student body of the concept of compassion. (He has a feeling it wouldn’t be very welcomingly received, though.)

“I know most of the popular hiding spots,” He says. “In the meantime, you should consult someone from the Newspaper Club. They tend to know what’s happening around the school before even the demon it’s happening to.”

“You aren’t busy?” Zhaoxi asks anxiously.

“I'm only doing routine checks.” He glances at his half-complete inventory sheet, then sends the clipboard away with quick spell. “It can wait. The school won’t explode if I miss one day.”

He gives him directions to the Newspaper Club’s usual classroom, and Zhaoxi thanks him with what was probably supposed to be a earnest handshake, but delivered with such little force that it felt more like he was just having his hand held. Lucifer pauses to think about that for a moment, then very abruptly turns on his heel and makes for the library.

Zhaoxi’s daughter is not hiding in any of the gaps between the bookshelves, nor is she under any of the tables. Lucifer thinks about checking the canteen next, then finally realises just how gargantuan this task really is.

Yes, he knows the common hiding spots - of full-grown demons. Human children have far more options.

He heaves a sigh and drags a hand down his face. This is exactly the sort of situation he’d predicted, back at the start of the exchange year. The whole scene is practically seared into his memory…

He’d stood up just as the summoning spell ran its course, leaving the new arrival shivering in the middle of the circle. Diavolo had stepped forward with widespread arms. “Welcome to the Devildom! You— oh, that’s a baby.”

Satan had promptly dropped behind the table with a silent cackle. After a moment, Zhaoxi, trembling as if standing out in a blizzard, said in a tiny voice, “She’s three soon.”

Lucifer had gone through the full rehearsed explanation, trying very hard to ignore the tiny thing with giant eyes watching him intently throughout. And he’d succeeded in hiding just how perturbed he was - up until everyone else had left the council room.

“We need to talk about that exchange student,” He’d told Diavolo sternly.

“Zhaoxi? I thought he was quite pleasant. I’m sure he’ll settle in just fine.”

“Were you paying any attention? He looked as if you had a sword to his throat. He has a child. How do you expect him to cope?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Diavolo had said without dropping his smile in the slightest. “Human children are fascinating, aren’t they?”

“It’s miniscule.”

“Don’t be rude, Lucifer. Besides, we’ve welcomed him already - it hardly seems right to send him away now.”

“The child is barely bigger than your head.” It was hard to stop thinking about. He didn’t think something the same shape as a demon could get that small.

“Come now, that’s exaggerating. Besides, she’ll grow! Eventually… I think.”

It would be convenient if she could grow up NOW, Lucifer thinks now, aggravated, poking his head into a fifteenth classroom and beginning to wish he’d just taken a different corridor an hour ago. But a job taken is a job to be done, and he is nothing if not thorough. Onto the next.

…anyway, it’d reflect poorly on him - and the council as a whole - if the situation wasn’t resolved. He continues, apparently with enough grim focus on his face that the usual suspects don’t even attempt to bother him.

He’s on the verge of actually calling Solomon for help - banking on some kind of human-human sixth sense that only sorcerers can tap into, which he’s about half-sure could exist. He’s thinking so hard about how much he doesn’t want to resort to that he almost misses his breakthrough.

Thunk, thunk, thunk. The sound is incessant, but quiet enough that anyone making any noise in the corridor wouldn’t be able to hear it. He hovers on the spot for a moment, listening intently, then follows the sound around the corner, to one of the Potions supply rooms.

Thunk, thunk— thunk! It speeds up as he approaches the door - hearing his footsteps, perhaps. ThunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthUNKTHUNKTHUNK!

He sees what’s happened here. All of the supply rooms lock as soon as they’re closed, for security reasons - only the faculty and certain senior students know the charm to open them. If someone were to toddle in after some irresponsible demon had left the door ajar, only for their movement to make it close, they’d be trapped inside.

With a deep sigh, he presses his hand to the metal plate where a doorknob would usually be, and mutters an incantation. The door swings open.

There’s a brief silence. Then IK zooms out of the door, and very determinedly latches onto his leg.

“Wh—” He stiffens, then does his best impression of a tree. “...hey. I’m not your father.”

IK doesn’t respond. If anything, her grip tightens.

“Oi.” He lifts his leg. No dice. IK clutches on, crushing the fabric of his trousers (he just ironed them yesterday) in her tiny fists. He quickly returns his foot to the ground, a little worried about the integrity of his belt.

He knows better than to do so, but asks anyway, “Have you been in there this whole time?”

IK, of course, does not reply. IK does not speak to anyone apart from her father. (Either that, or Zhaoxi is capable of producing that tiny voice, and only does so when he's alone.)

Lucifer attempts to take a step. IK doesn’t let go, but she closes her eyes tight and allows herself to be dragged along. Her grip is surprisingly fierce - if only his brothers approached their duties with the same dedication.

He makes it about halfway down the corridor when he finally decides that, even for him, this is a bit too callous. The little human’s face is beginning to darken with the strain of holding on so tight.

“...alright.” He comes to a halt. “Don’t expect this to become a regular thing. Come here.”

He bends down and extends his hands. After a moment, IK opens her eyes and blinks at him owlishly.

“You know how to do this, don’t you?” He asks, and makes an effort to offer a friendly smile.

Somehow, it works. After another long moment, IK unwinds her arms, then reaches up for him.

…it feels more like he’s picking up a particularly robust toy than a living thing. Like when he has to clean up Levi’s room (because no one wants to do the chores around here, and it’s a bad sign when his floor isn’t visible under all the debris), and he has to move one of those branded plushies that he spends far too much Grimm on.

“This is why you shouldn’t go wandering around on your own,” He says sternly as he continues on his way down the hall. “You’re lucky I heard you, or you might have been stuck in there all night. Is that what you want?”

IK hums - which is the most sound she ever makes in his presence - and taps idly at his school badge. He lets her, hoping silently that he’ll run back into Zhaoxi soon. If only he hadn’t left his phone in the council room.

“You are two.” He decides to continue as he walks. “That is too young to be going off on your own business. And the R.A.D. is dangerous - some demon might see you as a very convenient snack. Next time, tell someone, and they can accompany you, and don’t worry your father like that again...”

It’s unusual to have such someone listen to one of his lectures without interrupting. He’s almost enjoying himself. He wonders how many words IK knows.

“You’re supposed to be engaging in play behaviours at this age,” He says aloud, thinking of the most recent book he consulted. “Asking questions. Learning to count. What do you even do with your free time? I can’t imagine your hands are large enough to play with anything down here.”

IK is two and does not know how to respond, if she’s even listening. She leans back a little, peers curiously up into his face - then reaches up and attempts to stick her hand in his mouth.

“Pf—” He jerks backwards, then pushes it away with a firm, “No, we don’t do that. That’s rude.”

IK tilts her head at him, then makes a grab for his nose instead. When Lucifer ducks away again, she quickly shoots for his exposed left ear. He expects himself to get angry, but he just ends up begrudgingly engaging in the game.

This is new. IK is an oddly serious two-year-old, and so far Lucifer has only seen her willingly play with Simeon.

Which is am improvement, perhaps - Simeon is a good-natured angel, and he’s always had a way with the younger fledglings. Lucifer, on the other hand, has a scary resting face and an even scarier frown, and has made more than one grown demon cry without even really trying to. He's almost proud of the step-up in bravery.

Hmm. This human has very different developmental milestones to the ones he’s read about.

It doesn’t weigh on his mind for long - soon after that, Lucifer finds Zhaoxi standing helplessly outside an empty classroom (apparently he hadn’t even found the Newspaper Club), and hands IK off to her father, reminding him to be more vigilant next time. Then he walks them home, retreats to his office, and soon the ordeal leaves his mind entirely.

And that could have been the end of that, but it is not. The next morning, Lucifer walks into the dining room, and is promptly met by unsteady footsteps, then the already-familiar weight of something crashing into and clinging to his leg.

“Hello,” He says, and is too tired to put up any fight. He leans down and allows IK to practically clamber up into his arms. At the table, Zhaoxi freezes mid-apology.

The room falls dead silent. Levi and Mammon look at him, then each other, then him again.

Satan regards him with what can only be described as revulsion. A piece of food slides off Beel’s suspended fork.

“...hi,” IK mumbles into his collar. Somehow it makes the looks on his brothers’ faces unimportant in comparison.

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chapter one, flowers for you, s. snape

★⺌◞ : severus snape x f! professor reader

cw : slight age gap, mention of possessiveness and jealousy, none else that i know of

a/n ; lmao i remember writing this long assed fic last year might as well post it + au where there is no voldy & lily potter is alive

other chapters : prologue

masterlist // taglist

“you seriously cannot expect me to go to hogwarts!” you fling your hands in the air, staring in disbelief at your parents who very much expect you to do the same.

“i cannot see why you've so much problem going there,” your mother argues, “it was your dad's, mine, your sister's alma mater.”

but not mine. you want to say.

“i have my whole life here, ma,” you rub your forehead and look at your dad, “i have a good job here, a stable job. what chances are there that i will get the same stability at hogwarts?”

“you're not a nobody!” your mother and former gryffindor urges, “surely you don't possess the wizardry gene, but your father was a professor there. your sister and i were star quidditch players. there's no chance they'll not provide you the same stability.”

ouch. that was rude. it is not as if you yourself have removed the wizardry gene from your dna. tears threaten to bubble out from your eyes.

“darling, shh,” your dad intervened, “talk to her softly. why are you yelling at her? y/n, dear, listen to me. the only reason why i am asking you to start hogwarts as a professor is because everyone keeps on wondering why i have secluded my middle child from that world.”

not secluded, dad. you were never a part of that world.

“and also,” he points towards your eleven years old brother who is busy playing his video game, “your brother is starting hogwarts soon. it will give me a sense of surety that his sister will be there to protect him. do it for our sake, please?”

it is hard for you to say no to your dad. even he knows that. so even though every part of your body wants to refuse, you let out a small nod and the beaming smile on your dad's face makes you feel a little better.

“thank you, my child.” he pats your head lightly.

you, the middle child, the only muggle child in your family, make your way towards your room, softly stopping to stare at the family pictures. your father, kiann l/n is a proud gryffindor, who later became the professor of defense against dark arts in hogwarts, retiring only when you didn't get your appointment letter from the school of witchcraft and wizardry. your mother, sierra l/n, was also a gryffindor and a star quidditch player, a few years junior to your father. they had married a few years after he had graduated. and your sister? sara l/n was a ravenclaw, a genius student and a star quidditch player. you remember how the dining table talk would be full of her achievements back in her hogwarts days. and your brother, the youngest one in the family, kyrus l/n, just received his appointment letter a few days ago.

in short, you are the only one to disappoint your family. the muggle disappointment.

in fact, you don't hate your dad for asking you to fill up as the new hogwarts professor. the wizardry world is in fact curious about you. but what they don't know is that you are no one special. just a normal human girl whose life would have been dozens of times better if only the wizardry world doesn't exist.

according to your parents, you would leave for hogwarts the next day with your brother. so you make up your mind to pack your bags at night while at the present moment, you decide to visit your friends.

oh and what excuse could you even give them for your prolonged absence? oh, forgive me you all but i cannot meet you again because i have to teach in a wizardry cult of school in a wizardry world because everyone in my family is a wizard except for me? no thanks.

you find your mother cooking in the kitchen and decide to ignore her and make your way towards the door.

“y/n?”

oops. you turn to see your mother. “i am sorry, my child,” her eyes are soft, as if she had cried, “i didn't mean to be so hard on you.”

“i know, ma,” you attempt to smile, “you didn't mean to be hard on me. you just reminded me of how different i am from the rest of you.”

“what?” to say your best friend is shocked would be an understatement. her eyes are wide open as she stares at you. “we cannot meet for a few months? a few months? what kind of cult are you joining?”

you laugh and take your sweet moment sipping on your lemon juice while your best friend waits impatiently. “it's not a cult, sophie. it's my parents' alma mater and it is a super strict, boring kind of boarding school.”

“i will miss you!” the redhead pouts. “did you tell dylan about it?”

you pause. dylan was your coworker in the company that you worked at and you had gone on a few dates together. but it was not anything serious. “no, i haven't. honestly i don't want it to be known by anyone except for you and obviously, micah. hey, where is micah even, by the way?”

“i don't know?” sophie furrows her eyebrows and looks around. “he had said that he'd be here on time.”

“trust him to be late even today,” you scoff.

“two roses,” a hand holding two roses comes in your view, “for the two most beautiful ladies in the world.”

“micah!” both sophie and you speak simultaneously and the said guy sits down beside sophie with a smirk.

“so i have heard that you're joining a cult, y/n?” he asks, sipping on sophie's chai without her permission. “what extent are you going to go just to please your parents?”

“it's not a cult, micah!” you roll your eyes, “and i am not doing it to please my parents.” liar. “i'm doing it because it's expected of me to do.”

“same thing.”

“can we not argue today?” sophie butts in, her eyes pleading. “it's y/n's last day with us, at least, for a few months. let's make it a memorable one. what do you guys say?”

and boy is it memorable. you enjoy each and every part of it, from playing at the swings to sliding from the slider and to the movies. for you knew that the next few months are going to be hard for you. very hard.

“just so you know, i love you guys a lot,” you even sob a bit. the public declaration of love is something so not you, but you feel like a little scared kid who knows that you are going to be away from the people you loved for a long time. and when they hug you back, you realis that you haven't cherished your friendships the way you should have. even micah's.

and when you lie down in bed that night to sleep, you ponder over micah's words. was he not right? what more extent would you go just to please her parents? just to not be a disappointment anymore?

the next day is spent in a jiffy and the next thing you know, you are standing at the 9½ station, holding your brother's hand. your dad is there to see you off and as he kissed your foreheads, you sigh. it is worth it. everything is worth it just to see him happy. even going to some stupid school of witchcraft and wizardry and teaching those stupid students. you can do that all just to see that smile on your dad's face.

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[astrophileous]

Hii 😊 if your up for it could u write an imagine where reader grew up in a musically inclined family and has been hiding it from the bau team but mostly Spencer so he’s never met readers family so when the holidays roll around and readers family comes to visit Spence tells the team he want to meet their family and the team get curious to so they all follow him and show up to readers house to hear their family (reader included) play instruments and singing

(Thank for the consideration 🖤🫡)

Hi anon! First of all, thank you for considering me for this request in the first place, but I regret to inform you that I must reject this request and that I won't be writing anything for it. I will try to explain myself as concisely as possible, but it's still gonna be a long passage so I hope you bear with me. And I encourage my other readers/followers/just fanfic readers in general to read this as well because it's important.

The reason I decided not to write anything for this request is because I just recently stumbled upon a requested fic, written by another author, with an eerily similar plot to this one. There's a chance I'm making a wrong assumption here, but I did ask a friend of mine to compare the two requests, and she also agrees that they are too similar to just be a coincidence. And honestly, I don't appreciate people sending in their requests to me if they're just gonna copy it (with a few tweaks here and there) and send the same ask to another writer's inbox. It's rude. It's disrespectful. And from this point forward, I will be denying ANY request that comes my way if I saw you had already sent the same (or a very similar one) to another author beforehand.

Maybe some of you think this isn't a big deal, but for me, it is. When you send in the same requests to me and multiple other authors, it makes me feel depreciated as a human being. It makes me feel like you view me only as a robot/machine/an AI with no other purpose than to write you fics after fics after fics. I get it, it's harder to perceive someone as another human being when we're all hiding behind our online personas, but just like you and everyone else, all fanfic writers on this platform and I have our own lives. I'm not a fic-producing machine that you can just exchange for another one when you feel like I'm not posting or writing fast enough to your liking.

I know it can be frustrating. I know that some of you might not be as patient to wait longer for authors to publish your requests, but guess what? It's still not an excuse for you to treat us as less than human beings or like we're disposable! Especially when most fanfic writers are doing this FOR FREE. So it shouldn't matter if it takes fanfic writers a week, a month, or a whole year to write something, we still don't owe you anything because it's not like you're paying for us anyway.

I'm a full-time college student in the middle of writing my thesis. I'm running on barely any sleep as it is and as much as I don't want it, writing requests do have to be put on the back burner once in awhile. This is just something you have to accept as fanfic readers. If you can't handle it, then you can literally just take your request to ChatGPT or something and request it to write it for you. I'm not a fan of AI myself, but this is a much better option than just reducing fanfic writers to a fic-producing machine.

So yeah, with that said, I deeply regret that I must deny this request. I'm sorry if I made you wait too long for it, but again, it's still not enough imo to justify what you did. Even if I weren't as busy as I was, requests are still gonna take some time to write—do you know why? Because I always take time to make sure that the contents I post are up to a certain standard. Sometimes I'd even write multiple versions for a request and post one that I deem the best among the others. That's how much I care about the fics I'm putting out even when I'm doing this for free. Fanfic readers tend to forget that the 2000-word stories you managed to finish in a couple of minutes were born out of labors of love that could take DAYS for the writers to complete. And we do it all sometimes without being fairly compensated as well (have you seen the contrast between comments/reblogs and likes for fics in this platform???? It's APPALLING). So really, asking you to please please please not send the same request to different authors should be considered the bare minimum.

In conclusion, I really hope that you can put a stop to this habit for the sake of everyone involved. I'm not saying you shouldn't be sending requests to different authors at the same time, but just make sure that you give us different plots so each writer is given the chance to show off their creativity in their own unique ways. I apologize again if I seemed too hostile in this post, it wasn't my intention at all. Please don't be discouraged from sending another request in the future because of this. I just hope there was something to be learned from what I wrote here. I hope you have a good day! ❤️

[lulu24784]

washing machine heart | part 1

"I know who you pretend I am."

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synopsis: | You're absolutely infatuated with Stan Marsh and have even started dating him! It should be a dream come true, but the truth is, he's only with you to make Wendy Testaburger jealous. To help you work through your emotions, you turn to Kenny McCormick, your best friend.

pairings: | kenny mccormick x fem! reader ; stan marsh x fem! reader ; wendy testaburger x stan marsh

cws: | angst, drug use/drug mentions, explicit language, sexual content, unrequited love, mental health themes / sh everyone is aged up to be 18+

Wendy Testaburger is everything you aren’t.

South Park High’s A+ student, Student Council President, and volleyball team captain. In addition to all of that, she is also incredibly sweet and beautiful. You didn’t have a single thing going for you against her. Everyone adores her. Everyone... And that includes your boyfriend, Stan Marsh.

Not long after Stan and Wendy’s past break-up, you two began dating, and you realized right away that he was taking advantage of you to make her jealous, fill the void, and have somebody nearby... But that was all right. You didn’t give a damn as long as you were standing next to him. But you knew.

Unfortunately.

You were willing to go to any length to help him heal his wounded heart and, in the process, make him fall in love with you. But your wishful thinking was simply that.

There was no denying the pain. You wanted to cry every time you saw Stan sneaking looks at his ex. In your mind, plenty of shouting and sobbing, along with large crocodile tears. Asking, “Why? Why not me!?”

Yet as Stan leans in for a kiss, your heart would snap you back to being the love-struck idiot that you are. The kisses caused your heart to race, but only briefly. He wasn’t nervous or on edge being near you. He wasn’t on the verge of vomiting every time you so much as spoke to him. Such feelings were reserved for his true love. You were merely a placeholder.

But oh, how you adored him. His black hair peeking out from beneath his red and blue beanie, his blue eyes gleaming when something piqued his interest... How cozy his hands felt as he took hold of yours. It wasn’t fair. How could someone so lovely exist if you knew you could never fully be with them? The tightness in your chest grew stronger with each passing day that you were next to Stan’s side. Sooner or later, there would come a point where you would no longer be able to play the part. Your emotions would eventually reach a boiling point and explode.

For now, you were content. Content with this little thing you had going with the person who you considered the love of your life. Even if he had eyes for another. Someday, you’d make him see you.

“[Name]...?”

It dawned on you that you had been daydreaming for far longer than you had planned and you blinked. You grinned sheepishly as you turned to face the person who had asked your name. “Haha, sorry Kenny. What were you saying?”

The blonde gave you an unimpressed look and pointed to the barely nibbled-on sandwich in front of you. “Are you going to eat your lunch? Or can I have it?”

“Ah, you can have it. I’m not feeling very hungry.” You murmured gently, clearly troubled by something.

Kenny gave you a raised eyebrow as he grabbed the sandwich and chomped it down like he hadn’t eaten in days. You knew that wasn’t entirely true, though, because you frequently offered him the majority of your lunch. Being his closest friend, you knew his family was having a difficult time. He has always gone above and beyond for you when you needed him most. Not paying it forward would be rude.

“So, what’s on your mind, princess?” Kenny spoke while still having a full mouth. How charming. “Don’t tell me it’s more bullshit about Stan.” His gaze averted.

“Honestly, it’s none of your business, McCormick... But yeah.” You exhaled a long, dramatic sigh of defeat as you hung your head. You didn’t even need to elaborate. Kenny was well aware of how you felt. “I just... He’s just so sweet! Ya know? Like, when he looks at me, I just...!” You cradled your face in your hands as you tightly closed your eyes. “He’s so cute.” Kenny grimaced as a lovely sigh escaped your lips.

“When’s the last time he took you out on a date? Or, y’know, treated you like his girlfriend?” Kenny gave your forehead a light flick.

The mention of a date caused your eyes to glisten. “We’re supposed to hang out today after school! When he’s done with football practice!” You began smiling warmly. “I think today will be the day! I’m gonna get him to fall for me. For real! He won’t even remember Wendy when I’m done.”

“Are you going to fuck him or something?” Kenny snorted and waggled his brows at you.

You stammered, blush forming on your cheeks. “Jesus Kenny! Is that all you think about?” Standing up from the lunch table, you gave Kenny a timid smile. “I’m gonna take him on the best date ever.” Kenny stood to lend a hand as you started to gather up the leftover lunch garbage from the table.

“And what does the best date ever, without sex, look like?”

You gave Kenny’s arm a little smack. “God, you!” Kenny laughed.

He just knew how to push all your buttons.

The two of you have been friends since you moved to South Park in 5th grade. Now, in your senior year, the two of you were inseparable. Naturally, Kenny continued to hang out with his other friends, Stan, Kyle, and Eric, but he still made time for you. It was a bonus that you could spend more time with Kenny now that you were dating Stan. He was your best friend. Your ride or die. The one you could go to for anything.

It was also natural for Kenny to despise your relationship with Stan. As close of friends as they were, Kenny wasn’t too thrilled with Stan using you to make Wendy jealous. Especially because Kenny was aware of your massive crush on Stan. He knew Stan was depressed and possibly just looking for something... Or someone to help. But that wasn’t a good enough excuse. You deserved to experience true love. Someone who genuinely gave a shit about you and cared. Someone who listened to your issues and could make you feel protected!

While you rummaged through your locker to get your books for your next class, Kenny gazed down at you. You fluffed your fringe in the small mirror on your locker door before looking up at Kenny. He was looking down at you wistfully, as though he were lost in a daydream. With a sweet smile, you lightly prodded his nose.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We gotta get to class.”

When Kenny awoke from his daydream, he flashed you a dopey smile. “Whoops.” He leaned against the lockers with his hands comfortably tucked into the pockets of his orange parka. “I think I’m gonna skip. I’m just not feeling it.”

You shook your head and shut the door to your locker. “You’re gonna fail if you skip too much.”

He just shrugged and smiled as he walked towards the door.

“Don’t come crying to me when you gotta go to summer school!” You shouted and smiled briefly. “That boy, sometimes.. I swear.” With the books in your arms, you headed to class. Thoughts of your upcoming date with Stan quickly fill your head.

[honeekyuu]

hey this is the shy anon from the other day that read through your ao3 and i just wanted to stop in and say to take your time and don’t let these anons get to you. i know you’ve been writing on your ao3 for a while now but your tumblr is literally brand new and i’m honestly at a loss for words that you’re already getting rude anons and people pressuring you to post more.

you seem like a really busy gal and i’d hate for demands like that to burn you out. you’re doing amazing and don’t let anybody be an asshole to you. post what you want when you want/can, i’ve seen far too many people give up on fandom because they feel like they have to constantly churn out content to the detriment of their creativity and passion. you’re so talented and based on the frequency with which you’ve been writing in the last few months it seems like you have a fire in your soul for haikyuu. i hate seeing it taken for granted and i just wanted to let you know you have support in doing whatever the fuck it is you want.

(feel no obligation to reply to this, just wanted to offer some support after seeing such atrocious fandom etiquette literal days into the life of this blog)

wow, i really dont know what to say--

i saw this as soon as you sent it in, but i was honestly super shocked that id gotten it, so ive just been sitting here thinking ab it.

it means probably more than you realize that you sent something so kind. i've been writing for a long long time now (both here on a different blog and on ao3), and it's true that i am very busy, because unfortunately being a phd student and running experiments and spending all my time running back and forth between my advisors and conferences and the lab means i have a schedule thats not really a schedule, and i can never really say when or what im going to be inspired enough to write, enough that i can pull myself out of daily burnout. i experience writing droughts often, sometimes lasting up to a year before i feel the urge to sit down with a doc again. and i have a LOT of half-written fics that have never seen the light of day, which i plan to get back to eventually but which, in reality, may never get finished.

ive gotten so much love and support over the years, and it's brought me back to writing every time. i love haikyuu with my soul, and i think about my fics almost every day because i feel a burning need to write them. if not for anyone else, then just for me.

but this blog is brand new, so, even though that anon i received definitely tops the list of unfriendly comments ive gotten over the many years of writing, i wanted to be as kind and accommodating as possible. because i dont want people to think im ungrateful and will ignore criticism, because no one likes those kinds of writers. but i am also a person, and writing is hard, so i think i will continue to do things my way.

my writing style is this, for anyone who'd like to know: i am erratic, and i dont have an upload schedule, because i cant realistically manage one. i have periods of inactivity, because life is hard, and i have periods of hyperactivity, because i love this fandom and the way that haikyuu makes me feel in a life that's full of terrible feelings. this may annoy some people, and i can understand that. but i cant force myself to write if im not in a place to write, and i cant force myself to stick to one fic at a time, because then it'll be clear that it's been forced.

im extremely annoying and unhinged and feral and i will talk about several different fics and smaus and text threads and headcanons all within the same breath. but i will always write what i love, so if you'd like to see work that is well-loved, feel free to stick around.

thank you very much to everyone whos been so kind in my inbox tonight, and i hope to see you all tomorrow <3

[liminalpebble]

Eddie's Education: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Minors DNI (references to morbid things)

Eddie watched as Leia flitted between desks for the entire hour of tutoring, helping each student as they raised their hand, rarely even sitting down. He really did need some help with his trig homework but he didn't mind waiting.

She seemed busy and tired, and some of the students seemed demanding, bordering on downright rude. When he glanced around, realized there were no more hands up, and saw that he still had ten minutes, he timidly raised his hand. Leia came over quickly with a kind smile. Finally sitting, she pulling up the desk next to him.

“Hey Eddie. Thanks for your patience. What's up?”

“No problem! Uh...well...Trig sucks.”

She chuckled. “Could you be more specific?”

He slid his worksheet towards her. It was filled with chicken scratches and lines crossed out with a too-blunt pencil. Her plump cupid-bowed lips curled up and her full rosy cheeks lifted as she smiled, commenting, “Looks like you were pretty frustrated.”

Doll-face...he thought, intrusively, but aloud he only let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah. I guess...sorry.”

“That's alright. Can I erase some of this?”

Now that she was closer, he could smell some kind of perfume she was wearing; something spicy and sweet and floral all at once that distracted him. It made his mouth water.

“Oh...uh...yeah sure,” he said, rubbing his forehead and fidgeting.

He watched as she moved the eraser gently over the worksheet, carefully avoiding the doodles he had drawn in the margins. “There we go,” she said gently, “blank slate. Let's start from the beginning. Do you have the book? I need to check it quickly...jog my memory.”

He watched as she ran her finger over the text and whispered to herself, eyes scanning curiously, as her fingernail with its chipped dark polish danced over the page.

“Ah...got it okay...”

They worked together efficiently for the next few minutes. Eddie was on edge, bracing himself to be called an idiot or teased for not understanding. He kept saying “shit...sorry” whenever he took a wrong turn in the equations. After the fifth apology, she said, “Hey...please don't apologize. It's not easy and that's why we're here. I just had to read it to remember it myself. Take your time.”

Eddie raised his eyes to her and beamed. He'd never experienced time going quickly in school before, especially not while doing math. Much too soon, the alarm on her watch beeped out to signal 11pm.

As soon as the other students heard it they jumped out of their seats, running to the door as she tried to say, “Thank you, everyone. Nice to meet you and I'll see you next...” but she trailed off realizing everyone had left with a slam of the door. She jumped a little at the noise and then looked back to see that Eddie Munson was still sitting politely.

Their eyes met and they laughed. “Jesus...fucking assholes, right?” Eddie pronounced.

She gave a sad little grin, arms crossed in thought and leaned against her desk. Leia replied, “Nah. It's okay. I get it. It's late. They're frustrated. I don't take it personally.”

Eddie got up slowly, taking longer than necessary to repack his backpack. “Well yeah, but there's no reason to be a dick about it, especially when someone is taking the time to help you.”

“Thanks Eddie. That means a lot,” she said very sincerely, but hid her expression and the blush in her cheeks by turning and packing up her own stuff. Leia slid her laden backpack on, then a big tote bag, over her arms. Feeling like a ridiculous pack mule she said, “ready to go?” I just have to lock this room up since we're the last ones out.”

“Uh...yeah...yeah sure,” he said. Haphazardly throwing the rest of his stuff into his bag. “Here, let me at least take one thing. Where are you parked? I can help. I'm going in that direction anyway.”

“Uh,” she said uncomfortably, as he released the tote from her grasp. “I uh...I'm not parked. I don't have a car.”

“Oh...bus stop?”

“There isn't one.”

“Hold on, you're telling me you walk home, with all this shit?”

She looked down as she turned the key in the lock, glad to have an excuse to avert her face and hide her embarrassed expression. Leia mumbled, “Well, yeah. But I just live a few streets away. It's like ten...fifteen minutes, tops. Not a big deal.”

“Hauling fucking boulders like this it is. Let me drop you off.”

She sighed, thinking about it for a minute. Maybe she read to much true crime in addition to being an excessively anxious person anyway, but it occurred to her that this would be a good way to end up chopped up in some guy's backyard. A really cute guy, she considered, but still.

As if he read her morbid thoughts he said, “I guess assuring you that I'm not a serial killer won't make it any more reassuring, because that's exactly what one would say?”

She laughed loudly at that. “Exactly.” Finally she sighed, realizing that, though it might be stupid she was way too tired to care. “You know what, okay. Thank you for the offer. I guess it would be pretty stupid to kill someone helping you finally pass the math section.”

“Exactly!” he said, shrugging and giving a wide, silly grin.

----

Eddie felt his heart thumping away as they walked across the dark parking lot. He hated the idea of her walking through the eerie Hawkins night to get home each day. Darkness still spooked him out after everything he'd been through 15 years ago. Imagining Leia's little form trudging through the meager streetlights, weighed down and exhausted, probably a little scared, was intolerable to him. He unlocked her side first, opening the door for her. When he realized she had to hop a little to get into the seat he gave a little bark of laughter, then offered his hand to give her some leverage.

His tutor laughed right back as she settled in, fixing her skirt back down over her legs. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up, Munson. I know I'm a hobbit.”

This girl is gonna be the death of me. He thought, smiling.

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She lived exactly where Eddie suspected; the shabby 1950's relic of apartment complexes near the campus, one of the few in Hawkins. Most of its residents were like her; young folks starting out, broke from college and scraping by in their studio apartments.

Eddie tapped his ringed fingers nervously on the steering wheel, the heavy bands making little drum hits on the worn out leather. He'd only have a minute or two in the car with her and he was screaming internally at himself to say something, but couldn't. He wanted to know more about her.

How old is she anyway? What a weird name. Why doesn't she have a car? How did she get a degree so fast? Where was she before Hawkins...had she ever lived here? No. I would definitely remember her if she lived here. Why would she come to this shit town? Did she read a lot of Tolkien? No one reads the Silmarillion first. People who read the Silmarillion have read everything else first. She wears boots and black nail polish...maybe she's secretly kinda metal. Does she like good music? Does she go to any shows on the weekends? Would she come to mine? Does she know how to play D and D. Oh god! What if she knows how to play D and D? Would she play with us? His brain prattled on.

Luckily, she took up the slack of the uncomfortable silence saying lightly, “Please don't judge where I live.”

“What? Oh no. Definitely can't...” He had to stop himself from saying sweetheart at the end of that sentence and was grateful he did. “...I mean...I live in the trailer park and I drive this piece of shit so, you know. I'm not exactly living the high life either.”

“Ah...well...why should that matter?”

“It doesn't to me, but I guess it matters to a lot of people around here. Smalltown, USA really loves to judge people who don't wear khakis and golf shirts and have families in the suburbs.”

She scoffed, “God...that would be a nightmare. I couldn't stand that kind of life.”

“Yeah,” he said, a smile painting itself over his round cheek, “yeah me neither.”

Leia glanced over at him, taking in his appearance. In contrast to all his tough-guy metal head trappings, he had a very sweet youthful face, especially when he smiled; round cheeks, full lips, and big brown puppy dog eyes. He was so expressive. He was hard not to look at. She shook it off, thinking, Down girl. I know it's been awhile but, Jesus, a guy that pretty must have already had half the town by now. Besides, you don't stand a chance. Even if you did, your his tutor. Don't be a creep.

With that she let out a sad little sigh of preemptive defeat, which then became a yawn. She immediately apologized. “Oh I'm sorry. I promise it's not you. I'm just exhausted.”

He chuckled. “Oh nah, don't worry about it, me too.”

They both realized with disappointment that they had arrived at her place. She expected him to just pull over and let her out, but he pulled into the lot, parking close to the door. After he parked he said, “wait” and scuttled to her door to help her out with her things.

“Oh...oh thanks, Eddie. You didn't have to do all that.”

He smiled. “Oh it's no problem at all. You're on my way. I can drop you off every Thursday if you'd like.” His heart thumped with the tension of willing her to say yes while he dug his hands into his pockets and stared at the asphalt. Finally, he pulled his eyes back up with an inquisitive expression.

“Wow. Are you sure? That'd be so nice. Thank you so much,” she said, tired eyes brightening with gratitude.

He clapped his hands, gave a little jump, and pointed finger guns at her. “No problem!”

Leia giggled, charmed by his reaction, while Eddie himself turned red. He watched, waving until she was safely inside her building before driving off. As he drove to the trailer park he smacked the steering wheel thinking, Jesus Christ, I 'm such a fucking weirdo. He kicked himself for all the little behaviors which he couldn't know that Leia found so charming. Don't get your hopes up, Munson, he warned himself as he laid sprawled out in his bed, deciding on Led Zeppelin as a good soundtrack to his rumination. His mind flipped through the details of her collected over the last hour; her pretty dark eyes peeking over the pile of books, her sweet voice encouraging him, the smell of her perfume, the way her skirt fluttered up her legs when she jumped into the van, her long black hair...”

At that thought, he reached to the back of his head, realizing he was still wearing her hair elastic. He pulled it out and carefully set it on his wrist with his leather cuffs and chains, grinning with satisfaction.

Good night, Leia, he thought. See you Thursday.

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[laalaaisqueen]

Uni AU meme that kinda makes no sense

Ten of your characters decide to go to University, whether they already have a degree or not. List their names and intended majors!

1. Po 2. Laa-Laa 3. Tinky Winky 4. Dipsy 5. Dutch 6. Lenny 7. Guardian 8. Arrow 9. Cave 10. Yeti

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1. It’s move in day! They all have to live on-campus as first year students. Po and Laa-Laa end up being roommates, as do Tinky Winky and Guardian, Dipsy and Arrow, Dutch and Cave, and Lenny and Yeti. Is everyone cool with their roommates, or are issues going to arise?

Po paused in her way to her room due to hearing rock music practically blasting out of the room.

She cringed realizing her roommate was not going to be a joy to room with. She forces herself to open the door anyway with her key card.

A yellow Teletubby was twirling in the middle of the room, maybe she’s a dance major.

“Can you turn that down?!” Po tries shouting over the music.

She startles, and reaches under her shirt to press on her TV screen.

The music shut off completely as if it had been emitting from her television.

“Sorry, are you my roommate?”

Unfortunately.

“Yes.” She said instead of voicing her rude thought. “How has no one raised a compliant?”

“About what?”

“The loud rock music!”

The yellow Sun smiles apologetically, “Sorry…” She paused.

It took Po longer than it should have to realize she’s looking for a name.

“Po.”

And to realize that the older woman had only one eye, the red Tubby tries to ignore the empty socket.

“Sorry Po, I just really like my music loud.”

First day and I’m already wishing for summer to run its way here.

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Tinky Winky and Guardian arrive at their dorm at the same time. Just awkwardly looking at each other.

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I don't think anything noteworthy happens between Dipsy and Arrow

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Dutch gets there early and Cave walks in to Dutch jokingly threatening Finn over the phone.

"If I come back home and I see a washing machine in the kitchen, I will strangle you and hide your body in a ditch-" *Notices Cave frozen at the doorway*

"Don't freak out I'm not a murderer I swear-"

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When your roommate is also your mom/dad (if you know anything about Lenny in the modern AU then you'll get it)

2. The first week on campus is full of activities before classes start. There are social events, crafts, games, and lots and lots of food. Laa-Laa is VERY excited about the food, but Tinky Winky keeps trying to make her feel bad about her body. What does Laa-Laa do? Does anyone butt into the conversation?

OKay Tinky would never purposely do that, so he probably maybe is coming across like that to Laa-Laa since in this Uni AU not all the four know each other

3. Dipsy, Dutch, and Yeti all decide to go bowling together in the on-campus bowling alley. How does their conversation go? Who wins?

Dipsy: How are you so good at everything? There has to be something you suck at.

Dutch: Just get better at bowling, you're so salty

Yeti: *Sneaking out while they're distracted*

4. Lenny decides to check out the library, and drags Cave along.

I'm sure it'll go well

5. Arrow is suddenly missing. After half a day of searching, Dutch finds him hanging out with some rowdy frat boys. Reactions?

Not really Dutch's problem, he'll maybe mention it to Cave, but not actually get involved.

6. Guardian discovers that the baseball team needs a new player, and joins on a whim.

SnowbaLLL nooo

7. Classes have finally started! Laa-Laa already has everything planned out up until the final, has color coded notes, and binders for every class.

Such nerdy behavior

8. Po walked into the wrong classroom and ended up getting lost.

Po: Tā mā de! *Runs out flustered*

9. Cave overslept, didn’t even glance at the syllabus, walked in wearing pajamas, and didn’t bring a pencil or notebook.

Cave: Why didn't you wake me up?!

Dutch: ??? I'm not your dad!

10. Arrow was too busy hanging out with his new friends, he forgot about going to class completely!

Arrow you fricking moron, Yeti will make fun of you for this

11. Lenny buys the class textbook immediately, and stays up late to read the whole thing.

Classic Lenny

12. While walking back to the dorm after a late class, Yeti gets mugged! How does that go, and what do they lose?

While he lost his wallet, he managed to leave claw and bite marks on them.

13. Dutch hears about what happened to Yeti, and wants to cheer them up. The two of them go to a baseball game together that weekend, and see Guardian playing on the team! What are their reactions?

Yeti: Is that fucking Guardian?

Dutch: You know him?

Yeti: He's fucking Yeti's dad

Dutch: *nearly chokes on his soda*

Yeti: And he just tripped. Ugh why does dad have such pathetic taste?

14. While at a party, Arrow gets blackout drunk, and Tinky Winky scribbles all over their face with permanent marker! What do they draw?

The next morning Arrow right away asks Dipsy if anyone wrote on his face.

"Tinky did."

"...Tinky Winky?? Well what did he write?"

"Check the mirror, it's still there."

"You didn't clean it off?!"

And on his face its just 'You only have one body >:/'

15. Po tries to meet new people, but something really embarrassing happens. What is it, and how do they recover?

My older Po is a bit of an antisocial grump, so probably her personality makes it hard to get along with new people.

16. Dipsy and Cave get really high together, and talk about the importance of bee preservation.

Interesting concept but I'm not too interested in the idea

17. Guardian joins a yoga club. How does that go?

As a Fluff you're already flexible! What more does he want?

18. Dutch thinks Lenny needs to get out more, and drags him to a party. To his frustration, Lenny only sits in a corner and reads.

Don't take it the wrong way Dutch, he's just not into parties.

19. Laa-Laa breaks down from stress, and considers dropping a class. Does anyone try to convince them otherwise?

If Laa-Laa's having a breakdown, Tinky can talk to her

20. Tinky Winky is being really rude to Yeti, just to look “cool.” What does Yeti do?

Unrealistic. Blocked.

21. Guardian decides to raise money for a charity 5k!

22. Dipsy decides to throw a party for his friends, and buys pizza for everyone!

23. Midterms are coming up… How is everyone feeling?

Lenny and Yeti are the only calm ones.

24. To prepare for the midterm, Lenny has made an extensive, organized study guide for his own use only.

Typical Lenny.

25. However… Tinky Winky managed to snag a copy of it, and is now trying to sell it to the other characters. Is anyone desperate enough to take them up on that offer?

Tinky's dad would be proud of him. But shame on you Tinky :(

26. Po was really confident going into the test, and spent many a long night studying. However, when she gets the test back, she got a 32%. Has there been a mistake, or is Po really screwed?

*Moments later Po can be seen sobbing in Tinky's arms*

27. Dipsy didn’t get the grade he wanted, but he's not stressed out! They know they can bring the grade up again with future assignments.

28. Laa-Laa was really stressed out the whole time, but ended up getting a really good grade! They still seem upset, though…

29. Arrow was really hungover while taking the test, and is just glad it’s over now.

Moron smh

30. Cave didn’t realize the test had a page 2…

*muffled sounds of Cave screaming into his desk*

31. With midterms out of the way, the group can focus on the next big thing on their calendars: SPRING BREAK!!! They all decide to take a trip to the beach together! Who drives?

Dutch.

32. They get to the beach, and Tinky Winky already starts complaining about how busy it is.

33. Po tries to set up the umbrella, but it blows away in the wind and ends up smacking into Yeti. Tinky Winky bursts out laughing. What happens next?

Yeti: *Glaring even as Tinky gets the umbrella off*

Tinky Winky: Okay let's just weigh it down in the sand.

Yeti: *rolling his eyes*

Tinky Winky: *Opens his bag and takes out two shovels and a heavy ball connected to a chain*

Yeti: ...What.

Yeti stares in horror as Tinky and Po began digging a hole and wrap the chain around the umbrella and drop the ball into the hole and cover that up.

34. It didn’t take long for Arrow to get drunk off of beachside cocktails… Now that he's smashed, they think it’s a good idea to try to flirt with some of the cuties on the beach. How does that go?

Idiot. Cave is pretending he's never seen Arrow in his life and ignores Dutch's comments on what Arrow is doing

35. Dipsy is having a nice time, just laying out in the sun and listening to the waves. Does anyone try to play a prank on them while they have their guard down?

36. Po gets swept out in the waves and almost drowns, but gets rescued by a really hot lifeguard. What happens now?

She doesn't think anyone is hot and insists she was not drowning

37. Dutch notices that Laa-Laa brought a notebook to the beach. Confused, they look over Laa-Laa’s shoulder and see that they’re working on an essay! How does Dutch react?

Dutch: Why are you studying on spring break??

Laa-Laa: Because I'm a Sun woman and half demon and teachers can just decide to fail me if they decide they don't like me

38. Tinky Winky “accidentally” kicks sand in Lenny’s face.

Don't do Tinky like that, of course it was on accident. Lenny has goggles on its okay

39. Guardian starts up a game of beach volleyball! Who else participates?

Some maybe do and I can imagine someone hits the ball so hard it knocks Arrow out cold

40. Cave falls asleep, and Dipsy buries him in the sand. (expect for their head, obviously)

41. Yeti gets pinched by a crab!

Yeti: *whips out his knife*

Lenny: *running over* OkAy boy calm down

42. The day finally comes to an end. Lenny wants to get a move on so they can get home before dark, but Dipsy wants to watch the sunset. Who ends up winning the argument?

43. The group eventually gets home, and split up into their respective rooms. Everyone is completely wiped out, and they all decide to go to bed right away. But… Cave snores really loudly. How does their roommate, Dutch, deal with it?

Dutch had noise canceling headphones.

44. Lenny is having trouble getting back into the swing of things after break, and decides that a trip to the library is the best idea for kicking the vacation attitude. They end up staying there until late into the afternoon, without even realizing it! What were they reading that got them so invested?

Probably books related to his classes

45. Po isn’t feeling so good… Turns out they’re sick, and will have to miss classes. How do they feel about that?

First she got a low score on her big test and now too sick for classes, this red Widow must be miserable

46. Arrow gets a cutie’s number at the bar. What happens next?

He finally getting lucky?

47. While playing baseball, Guardian gets hurt, and ends up being unable to play for the big game next week! How do they cope with this?

48. Laa-Laa gets accepted into a major scholarship program for the next year! How do they celebrate?

Laa-Laa: *pops open a wine bottle*

49. Tinky Winky and Dutch get involved in a program to clean up the campus, but Tinky Winky only seems to be doing it to be able to put the volunteer experience on their resume! They don’t even seem to be helping much. What a jerk!

No. Unrealistic.

50. The end of the semester is proving too tough for Yeti and they seek tutoring from Lenny. Does Lenny help them understand the material better?

Of course

51. With finals fast approaching, the characters decide to meet up for a study group. Only Cave decided not to go. Who leads the discussion?

Lenny or Dutch

52. The stress is really getting to Laa-Laa and Tinky Winky, and they get into a heated argument that escalates into a fistfight. Do they feel better afterwards, or does this only create more problems? Is anyone seriously hurt?

They don't even get into a fist fight, it just ends with Tinky Winky sobbing apologizes for arguing.

53. With all the distractions during this part of the semester, Dipsy has really let themself go. Their dorm is an absolute mess, and they don’t seem to care! What does their roommate, Cave, do about this?

Smack him upside the head and just clean it up

54. Guardian hasn’t stopped stress eating since their injury. How does this affect them?

Guardian: Am I getting fat?

Lenny:

Guardian:

Lenny: You said it, not me.

55. Tinky Winky pulls the fire alarm in the middle of the night, as a prank. How do the other characters react? Do they know who did it?

Finals are tough man, even the cute ones need to destress

56. Po is really determined to pass her finals, and has pulled all-nighters all this week trying to prepare.

[rosehearrt]

He is perfectly capable of scoring most of his papers as long as the tests were theories, but the truth is Jade is as disinterested in the human’s definition of academics as much every other non-human student present. 

He pushes himself to study for the subjects that he at least found mildly amusing, but some of them were far too pointless even for his taste. Why would they need to study P.E.? He’s never had use for legs his entire life until the very moment Azul dragged him onto land. The need to learn the name of every bone and muscles on legs seemed ridiculous when it’s forgettable once they graduate and return to the Coral Sea. 

His eyes fall upon the marked papers Vargas has just distributed back to them, gaze lingering over the large two-digit numbers circled in red. He barely passed, but at least he did. It was the bare minimum that he could hoped for. 

Next to him, he catches sight of Riddle’s score. While eels were generally born with terrible eyesight it wasn’t too difficult to catch of glimpse of a blurry and smudged three-figure number. Well... it isn’t like Riddle’s perfect scores were a secret to the campus. He can’t say that he’s surprised. 

“I see you’ve once again managed to secure a full mark, Riddle. You have my congratulations.” 

Another day, another returned test. Another perfect score…despite gym being his worst subject. He had to work hard on the writing tests and flying evaluations to make up for his slow running times, just as he had to push himself hard when it came to fitness tests ( though he didn’t do terribly on those ). Certainly, Riddle was a boy prodigal by nature, his brain an endless chasm of knowledge and capabilities that had always exceeded his peers, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still have to put in plenty of time and effort towards studying in order to gain and maintain this information.

Though these days, admittedly, seeing that perfect score, holding the paper in his hands…it didn’t feel as fulfilling as it used to, before…everything. But had it ever? Sometimes he questioned whether he’d only fooled himself into thinking certain things because they were what he’d been told to think. That maybe fulfillment didn’t come from being the top student in his grade, or getting the best marks. He was unsure…but nowadays, he certainly felt the emptiness that lingered inside of him ( not unlike a gaping wound ) more strongly than he ever had before.

Without realizing it, his fingers had tightened, crumpling the paper slightly as he fell awash with some strong melancholy…it was only the sound of Jade’s voice that eventually broke the spell. He blinked, looked down at his paper, loosened his grip, and finally turned to the eel at his side. Mother would undoubtedly be aghast over the idea anyone would look at his score. She’d say it was rude.

Riddle didn’t really mind. Especially not with Jade, who he’d come to find over time was surprisingly sincere whenever he deemed fit to hand out praise. 

“…Thank you.”

A small sigh. After a moment of thought, he held out his hand expectantly, his gaze fixed on Jade’s paper. He wasn’t looking closely enough to see anything, only to make his desires clear. Once it was placed in his hand, permission given, only then did he take in the score. It…wasn’t great. Passing, but barely. Which was a surprise.

“…Jade, what is this…?” 

He furrowed his brow, confused.

“You’re far more intelligent than a good portion of our higher-scoring classmates. I know that. Why does your test not reflect it?”

To someone like Riddle, who’d lived a life only for the sake of academics, it didn’t make sense. To be that smart, but to choose not to use it in certain areas of life for whatever reason, it was strange. Of course he’d voice that as well - Riddle had never been the type who was able to keep his mouth shut.

“Is it the material…? I suppose we do all have subjects we’re less strong in…it can be difficult to devote extra time to studying when doing business with Azul, tending to your club, and fulfilling your duties as vice…”

Riddle himself hardly slept, and at times he found himself studying at unspeakable hours, but he couldn’t simply suggest something like that. Even he knew it wasn’t ideal behavior. Which left a single viable solution if he wanted to be sure to give Jade sound advice that could better his outcomes in future exams definitively.

“…But. This can be remedied. If you should like, I can look through my schedule - we could study together. A study partner to give mock exams and provide support can prove extremely helpful to those struggling to find the time for it on their own. Actually, I wouldn’t be opposed to having another to assist me with my flash cards either…it would likely prove to be far less dull than doing it on my own…”

[emyluwinter]

I need it.

The scene where Malleus realizes that Yuu will go with them to the Noble Bell College

Malleus inwardly *Screams at the full force of his vocal cords with delight, arranges a small parade-an orchestra of gargoyles and a small Gaogao. Mentally rolling around on his huge bed and screeching with quiet squeaks of delight. Hugging and squeezing the pillow, jumping on the bed like a little restless child. Lets off confetti and fireworks. The happiest prince this morning.* They're coming with me!!!MY CHILD OF THE MAN IS GOING TOO!!!YEEEEAS!!YEAS!!!YEAS!!!WOOHOO!!

Malleus externally- I am very glad that you have joined us on this trip.~

Yuu is in anticipation and mentally hoping to spend the night in a place more comfortable than their old creaky bed with a moldy ceiling.

"Oh, Tsunotaro will be with us too!!It's great that he's going too"

*** While everyone passes through the "Dark Mirror" using it as a portal.

Imperceptibly and lightly grabbing the edge of the sleeve of the Malleus, Yuu whispers softly, seeing that their tall friend is slightly leaning towards them while everyone is distracted.

-Glad you're coming too, Tsunotaro. I heard that this is an old building. There will surely be a lot of gargoyles and beautiful places.

-Even if don't, it won't spoil the trip.

Mentally, he added, "Spending time together and sharing impressions will be one of the best events, Yuu"

A Grimm who gets his paws on the shoes of Yuu and Malleus and also whispers conspiratorially.

-What are you two whispering about here?I want to too!

-Hey!!Grimm get off the Young Master's shoes!!You will leave your footprints on his polished shoes!!!

Yuu grumbles softly -Cat footprints are cute, Sebek, and you sound like it's some kind of curse mark…

Small comments from the Prefect.

Looking at Frollo's statue, Yuu chuckles softly. They remember Disney movies. But they don't talk about it because no one will believe them. Secondly, it is a centuries-old story against one person from another world, even if Yuu tries, it will be the dumbest idea.

"A man who has spent most of his life exorcising witches and the objectionable….and in the place where he lived, as a result, there is one of the schools for magicians. I can only imagine how your ass is burning in hell now…Even though I don't like it. It's none of my business…I hope there is no such fanatic here"

Yuu sees Rollo. And immediately feels something is wrong as soon as he approaches them.

"You're kind of turbid…you should get some sleep.And just try to do something, there will be at least four… no..five?? who can chew off your head. Grimm will fry you, Deuce will accidentally drop the cauldron on you…Hmm and technically the boiler weighs more than the bell?We'll have to look later. Epel will push you into a coffin and drip you. And Sebek will just yell at you for three hours until your ears explode…And then Malleus will come, resurrect you and strike you with lightning so that will definitely die!"

Their intuition has never deceived them

"that's the f8ck…..please just be a tired student who decided to get additional college funding at our expense to plant a new flower bed….I won't even be offended by it."

Yuu externally - Mr. Flamme, can I take photos on the territory of the college?

-Of course.

-Thank you~

Yuu internally "the time of the detective photographer is always on the alert, if I have any proof!"

The scene with the bell.

Yuu looks around with interest and sees gargoyles. Stares intently and examines them.

"Daaaaaaaaaamn, I want to tickle their nose so that they sneeze loudly and scare the hell out of everyone…they look cute..Wait a minute. If Rollo is here….Where's the Quasi?Where is this awesome strong guy?I want to shake his hand and listen to him play the bells, even if I go deaf from it."

Looking at NRC students in fancy dress.

"Remember Yuu, you shouldn't be a paparazzi.It's rude. You will be able to withstand their charm. Yes, they look divine.Yes, I want to photograph every detail on them…..Oh, heaven have mercy, they gave Azul pearls?!?And…..and…..Transparent sleeves for Malleus…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

*inner screams for the whole universe, trying to breathe deeply*

……….now I understand how Victorians felt when they saw women's ankles and wrists. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaw….my sweet little Grimm!!! You look like a Musketeer!!My dear, you definitely won't mind if I take a photo from all sides. Such a cute cat, there are not enough boots!!"

[luveline]

you know, I'm coming right back [Fred Weasley x Reader]

summary: you're a lonely artist and Fred is your adoring model

word count: 2.4k

tags: reader insert, lonely reader, artist reader, seventh year, kids in love, first kiss, getting together, pining, fluff, friends-to-lovers

It was easy for you, usually, to act fine. To feel fine. Any loneliness that clouded your life was pushed firmly into the depths of your thoughts. You tried to focus on the things that mattered, essays and charms and your art.

You loved to draw. You had sketchbooks filled to the brim with sketches, some half finished, others coloured and lined. You drew everything, though you struggled to bring anything from your memory. Everything you drew had to be done right there, right then, with unsuspecting models. You sketched students eating their dinner, scribbled side profiles when you managed a spare minute in class. But you're most impressive artwork was done in the library, where nothing moved. Everyone was silent. You had pages and pages of bored, tired looking students. When exams approached, you hurriedly copied down the expressions of people on the edge of depression and panic.

You had friends, ish. You knew people. You'd had intense friendships that somehow always ended in awkward drifting aparts. Well, you thought. There must be something wrong with me. They liked me before they didn't, so the fault must've been mine.

You huffed out a sigh, pressing your face deep into the textured page of your sketch book, breathing in the smell of charcoal. You were sketching the illusive Fred Weasley, who you'd never truly drawn before. Maybe you had scraps from your second or third year when you'd still attempted to draw moving objects before getting comfortable and accepting that still life was your forte.

He was maddeningly good lucking when his eyebrows puckered in concentration. He seemed to actually be studying for once, sat at a table with his brother, George, and housemates Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet.

You were sat by yourself, and couldn't help listening to his lilting voice as he bantered with his friends. They were talking about Umbridge (the current victim of the Hogwarts' student body hate train), and quidditch, and their recent ban from quidditch. You'd never played.

"Watch out, dolly fell asleep," said one of the girls.

You bit your lip. You'd been nicknamed dolly by the girls in your dorm because of your porcelain doll you'd had since childhood. Even though this year was your last, you still hadn't felt the need to hide her away. She made you feel much less anxious and alone.

The whole school knew, naturally.

"Don't get any funny ideas," said Angelina,  to the twins.

"Come on Angie, you think so little of us?" said George.

"Yesterday I watched you trick a group of forth years into taking puking pastilles." Angelina said.

"It was hardly a trick. We told them they were multi-faceted," said George.

You could hear your heartbeat if you focused. It was in your ears. It bump, bump, bumped.

Bump bump. You flinched, a hand settled on your shoulder quickly moved.

"Wake up, dolly. Library's closing."

You squinted up into Fred's face, head halo'd by candlelight. Lifting your head from the wooden table, you stretched your neck to the left. It clicked.

"Uh..."

"Hmm?" You prompted him, smoothing your hair behind your ears.

"You have - dirt. On your face. Here-" He said, reaching forward. You closed your eyes as he gently wiped the skin above your eyebrow.

"It's charcoal."

"What?"

"It's not dirt," you said, peaking at him through your eyelashes. "It's charcoal."

He looked mildly surprised. You shifted, hoping to cover your sketch before he caught sight of it.

It didn't matter.

"It's me. My gorgeous dolly, you've created quite the masterpiece right there, haven't you? I look vexingly handsome, of course. Thought if that's a consequence of your skill or my handsomeness is anyones guess."

You were lost for words. "Uh, quite."

"Yes, yes, quite. Say, could I keep it?"

"... You want the drawing?"

"I'd love it, if that's okay."

"I," you quickly dug your thumbnail into the paper, tearing carefully at the centre. The paper came away a little ragged and smudged. "Of course. It's yours."

He handled it with care.

The librarian jingled her little bell again.

"Thank you. So, see you?"

"Yep," you agreed.

He nodded his head and bowed out with his friends. You tried not to feel paranoid at their laughter.

-

You were curled up in a hidden alcove, though it was hardly hidden. Most students knew where to seek privacy in the castle. You just so happened to get there first that evening.

You were trying to sketch Fred again. It felt weird to be missing a page from your book, and weirder still that you couldn't remember his face when he wasn't right in front of you. You tried, but it kept going wrong.

When you finally managed one you liked well enough, you had accidentally ruined it with a heavy hand and the wrong shade of brown.

He looked much too brunette.

You carefully rolled your coloured pencils back up, securing the leather ties tightly so as to keep every pencil confined.

Sighing morosely, you flipped to a new page. Things got so complicated sometimes, it made you agitated. You doodled a little sad face in the corner of your page. When the one thing that you enjoyed in life started to go wrong, it set off your whole mood.

Your birthday was coming up. It had been on your mind a lot lately. You'd spend it alone. That's what you figured. Nobody would know it was your birthday, or if they did, you weren't friends now, so...

You began with an arching circle, bisecting the lines appropriately. Feeling out the familiar lines of your own face came easy, the slight upper tilt of your brows, your hair and your pursed mouth. You always looked sad in the mirror, and it showed, dotted here and there when the only thing to draw was your own face.

The rudimentary outline of a birthday cake took form. The candles were unlit.

In a fit of unhappiness, you scratched out your mouth. It was never smiling.

"What did that piece of paper ever do to you?" said a voice.

You jumped. Fred was peering down at you curiously, wringing his hands. You put your pencil between the soft cover and smashed it flat, closed.

"Hi, dolly."

"Weasley."

"Oh, not even a first name?"

"You neglected mine first," you reasoned, rolling the words. He smiled at your joking tone.

"How rude of me. Hi, Y/N," he corrected himself.

"Hi, Weasley."

He smirked.

"Anymore of me in that blessed vessel?"

"Nah. You never stand still."

"If I pose for it?" He asked. You patted the ground in front of you.

He was a lovely model. He stayed infinitely still, more still than you imagined possible for him. He sat at a 3/4ths angle, chin up but not too far, mouth tilted and eyes open.

His eyes were the one thing he couldn't keep still. You tried not to flame in the cheeks everything you'd catch his gaze on you.

You sketched fast, choosing to hatch rather than render, big swooping lines to give the illusion of a depth that wasn't really there. You would've loved to do a full render, maybe even a colour portrait, but he was beginning to look a little antsy.

You set the book on the floor to face him and pushed it into his eyesight softlt. He turned. He looked nice like that, face bent, hair falling into his eyes.

After a moment, he began scrounging through his robe pockets. He set down a box, a lighter, a pair of gloves.

Finally, he set a galleon onto the floor close to your crossed legs.

"For you," he said, smiling at your inquisitive look. "For the drawing."

"Oh, I can't accept that. And I'd like to keep this one, if it's alright."

Fred thought for a moment. "Alright, you keep it. And the galleon, too, for the one you gave me the other day."

You bit back a smile. "I can't take your money, Fred."

"I can't keep having you draw me for free. It's as valuable a service as anything else. Plus, I'm not sure if you know, but I run a lucrative business these days."

You picked up the coin, rubbing your thumb against the engravings thoughtfully. "It's hardly a service."

"A talent, then. A skill. You're very good."

You're neck almost snapped as you looked into his face, wanting to assess his expression for genuineness. He looked earnest, and kind. You blinked away the gathering heat behind your eyes.

"Thank you."

He waved a hand at you. "Think nothing of it."

"Really-" you cleared your throat, "-you're doing me a favour. I'm not good at drawing things that move."

"I'm sure you're better than you think," he said.

You shook your head, smiling smiling smiling.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh, this old thing?" Fred weighed the box in his hands. It was soft at the corners, like a simple jewelry box that you had in your trunk. He offered it to you. You opened it carefully, the lid sliding free with a shhhhh sound. Inside was an evil looking fruit pastille, a match stick and a dried up flower petal.

It felt like a very private thing to see, suddenly. Such an eclectic collection of items couldn't be random.

"The first puking pastille George and I made. Or rather, the second - the first was forcibly fed to Lee Jordan in our third year. The match stick is from my Uncle's matchbox. I never met him. And the flower was from Ginny, when she was 9." He sounded nervous.

"It's a memory box."

"I- yes. It is. Things are sometimes so miserable now, with Umbridge and you-know-who. Scary, even. I look at them when I feel like it won't ever end."

You took them in for a little while longer and then placed the lid onto the box with nimble fingers. You scratched the lid with a fingernail.

"It's nice. You're right. Things are so awful right now, it's good to have reminders of why we keep going."

"Exaclty. Dolly, can I interest you in a fruit pastille?"

"Not on your life."

"They're perfectly edible!"

"Sure, Fred."

-

The honest conversation you'd shared with Fred was a catalyst between you. He often came to find you, each time whining and nagging you to just sit in the library like most people do.

"What, so your housemates can throw paper balls at me?"

"They thought you were sleeping!"

A likely story, you thought. He sometimes asked you to draw him, posing with the elegance of a natural born model. It was great for you personally, you felt that you were really getting a feel for his face. Eventually, you were able to draw his face from memory, the details of his nose coming to your fingers as easily as a first year spell.

It became about capturing emotion. You could capture his likeness now without a second thought, but his emotions were much more complicated. How would you show his veiled frustration the day Umbridge kicked him off the quidditch team? Through the clenching of his jaw? The shy veins in his forehead? How did you showcase the fear when he'd come back to Hogwarts after Christmas break, through his eyes, downturned and squinting just a little?

Today, it was poorly hidden elation. "How come you're so happy?" You asked, pencil between your teeth. He grinned. You measured his face with your thumb in the air, forming an L.

"Is it a prank?"

"You're thinking too small."

"A new product?"

"Still need to go bigger!"

"Hmmm," you hummed. Measure twice, cut once. Or in your case, sketch once.

"George and I, we're gonna open a shop."

"A section at Zonko's isn't enough for you?" You asked, casually, though you were very very happy for him.

"It's going to be amazing. We're going to run it, just the two of us, and you won't catch me in these scrappy long sleeves anymore. The next time you see me, I'll be in a full suit and tie."

"The next time? Is that not tomorrow?"

Fred closed his mouth, realising his mistake. He had revealed something he hadn't intended to. "We're leaving," he confessed. "We were going to wait for our NEWTs but... Well, we won't need them. This is going to work."

"So. You're leaving today?" You asked, crestfallen.

"Hey," Fred said, rubbing a placating hand over the curve of your shoulder. "Tomorrow. During the DADA OWL. We have a plan."

"This is goodbye?"

"No! No. Not if you don't want it to be. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you something, and maybe now isn't the best time, I had this whole letter planned and I didn't want to distract you from your exams and-"

"What do you want to ask me?"

Fred straightened. "I wanted to ask - will you go out with me? Not, you don't have to be my girlfriend if it's too soon, I'd love to take you for food someplace, I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade, but when the shop officially became ours, the plans changed so fast and I didn't know if you'd still want-" you cut off his rambling.

"I'll be your girlfriend," you said.

"You will?"

"Sure, if you'll be my boyfriend," you murmured.

Fred moved the arm that had been on your shoulder to the nape of your neck. "That's a dealbreaker," he said, leaning in.

He kissed you chastely on the lips first and then pulled back to look into your face. You chased him, a moment of bravery, and opened your mouth to taste him. He was sweet, like sugar. Your sketch pad crinkled beneath you both as he pressed forward. Your chests touched, heaving.

"You're not gonna be my boyfriend?" You asked against his mouth, breathing hard.

"I'm gonna be much more than that, dolly," he said heatedly.

Your mouth was tingling. "Kiss me again?"

You gasped at the force of him, laughing. He laughed too against your lips, and the sound tickled. He gave you a multitude of short and sweet kisses before pulling away again.

He wiped the wetness from your lip with his pinky finger. "Godric, you're cute. Look how flushed you are! You're insane."

Something churned in your stomach. The butterflies had acquired a trampoline. You felt happier than you had in a very long time. "You're not half-bad yourself, Weasley."

[pandemoniumskey]

This is Why I Love You - Severus Snape X Reader

Heyo, 

Today, I bring you Severus Snape with a sweet side! I got this idea while working and thought that I just had to write it. And so, with receipt paper and a pen, I brought you this!

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS TORTURE AND PAIN THROUGHT THE USE OF THE UNFORGIVEABLE CURSES. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE ANYTHING LIKE THAT, PLEASE SKIP!!!

I hope you enjoy!

Love you all, 

Pandemonium

P.S. I got the Masterlist going!!!

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You and Severus Snape were together. There was nothing really more to say about it other than that. People often asked you "why"

Why you were with him?

Why you loved him?

It was often coupled with "how".

How was it even possible for you to love him?

And yet, you answered every question the same way, by never saying anything. It wasn't their business to know your heart and how it was stolen. There was a side to Severus that nobody but you saw. A side that was sweet and loving.

What made it funnier to you was that he showed people all the time why you loved him.  He wasn't AS rude to you in public and he wasn't against holding your hand or you snuggling up close to him at the dinner table every once in a while.

To Severus, you were his everything. He told you, he hadn't expected to fall in love again after Lily's death, but you came along and you were everything he needed in that moment and beyond. He was your everything as well.

You helped each other, both coming with your separate baggage in the relationship. His was his deep intense love for Lily (and you told him before that you would never tell him he couldn't love her) and you came with years of intense trauma.

You were at the dining table: tonight was one of those nights you needed Severus's comfort. It was a very traumatic day for you and your head was swimming with thoughts of the events that took place while your head rested on his shoulder. His arm was around your waist and after what happened, he wasn't letting go tonight. Not that you minded.

Moody needed a volunteer to demonstrate the Unforgivable Curses to the fourth-year class. Not wanting any of the students to endure that you said you would do it, obviously omitting the Killing Curse. You knew it was a choice you were going to regret the instant you made it.

Never before have you told any of the students that before their time, you sacrificed yourself to save your companions in the Order of the Phoenix only to endure several years of torture and pain that would be doubled by the loss of your friends.

And yet, here you were standing in front of these 14-year-olds about to destroy all the progress you made building up resistance to the Imperius Curse

"Today we are going to be talking about the Unforgivable Curses," Moody said in his gruff voice. He went on to ask the students if they knew any of the curses.

The Imperius Curse was the first mentioned by Hermione Granger and like always she was correct. He shouted, "Imperio" and you allowed that warm comforting feeling into your body. Your entire body was telling you to fight back, but your mind was telling you that no harm would come to you this time.  

"You will do a cartwheel, then dance a jig. Once that is done you will do Jazz hands and singing opera say 'tada'," and you did as told. Once out of the curse, you surveyed the students. Some looked impressed, others looked horrified.

"Now can anyone tell me any other ones?" This was the one you were dreading. Neville raised his hand timidly. He knew just about as well as you did what was coming next. The faces of the other students were full of shock, "the Crutiatus Curse."

"That is correct. Now for this one, Professor (L/N), choose a safe word, when you've had enough call it out and I will stop," you put on a brave face for Neville's sake and chose the word 'Gryffindor'.

You stood tense waiting for the unbearable pain to begin and soon it did.

In an instant, you were on the floor thrashing and screaming in agony. You had no control over your movements at all as you were subjected to the most intense pain you ever felt. Memories came flooding in from your past and that was when you knew you needed it to stop.

"Gryffindor!" You screamed, but the pain didn't stop. You twisted towards Mad-Eye Moody and saw a brief wicked smile on his face. "Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Stop! Please! MOODY! MOODY PLEASE!"

Your pleading was soon cut off in your throat as another scream ripped its way out of your body. You were helpless as you thrashed on the floor screaming as the pain and memories attacked all your senses. You were being driven into insanity, you could think of nothing but pain and guilt.

Finally, the pain stopped, and it was to your relief because a student had called on the other professor to stop his actions. You curled into a ball on the floor sobbing. The memories and the guilt still eating you. It was your fault Lily and James Potter were dead and it was your fault that Frank and Alice Longbottom were tortured into insanity. Had you found a way to distract the Death Eaters longer with your presence, they could have still been able to love their children.

"I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! It's my fault." Their faces flashed in front of your eyes and you moaned out, "I should have fought harder! I could have saved you..."

Hemione POV

She had never seen Professor (L/N) look so fragile before in her life as she lay there sobbing on the floor. She was talking about something, and it wasn't clear until she had said that she should have fought harder.

"Can someone tell me the last curse?" Hemione was repulsed that he would ask at such a time when the woman obviously needed help. Nobody responded. And he announced that it was Avada Kadavra, and that the only person to ever survive it was in the room with them.

Hermione not waiting to be excused got up and left the room to get the one person she felt could help at that moment.

Her feet carried her quickly to the dungeon where she burst into the room full of sixth-year students, "Professor Snape, it's Professor (Y/N). Somethings wrong!" She watched as his face had turned from cold fury at being interrupted to panic and worry in a flash.

"Bring me to her Miss Granger," he said up from his desk and at the door with Hermione in an instant. "Class dismissed, homework will be discussed in our next class."

As they ran to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, she filled Professor Snape in with the details of the events that had happened. The door was in sight and he used magic to open it before striding in and seeing the love of his life huddle on the floor.

He sat down resting a hand gently on her shoulder. She gasped and thrashed at the contact in fear before she noticed it was Professor Snape.

"Severus," she gasped crawling into his embrace. He had her seated and resting against him, her ear pressed against his chest. "I could have saved them."

"(Y/N), there was no way you could have saved those four," he said gently. "You were tortured for years, there was no way you could have done anything to help them."

"I could have distracted them," she sobbed. He began to stroke her hair.

"No (Y/N), you couldn't have," The students were captivated watching the scene. They had never seen their potions master like this before. "Don't ever blame yourself for what happened to them. They would never have wanted that. You were their good friend, they would want you to remember them in those last moments of happiness before your capture."

Professor (Y/N) remained silent. Hermione could see his words were sinking in and she was coming back to reality. He continued speaking to her, his eyes full of love.

"I love you. If I had any doubt that you were guilty of any of this, I would not be with you. You are the strongest woman I have ever met, and I know James, Lily, Frank, and Alice don't blame you for any of this."

"You think so?" He nodded.

"I know so."

"Severus?"

"Yes?"

"I love you too. Hold me?"

He nodded and helped her to her feet. They left the classroom in silence.

"Professor (L/N) is the only person alive to have ever endured the Crutiatus Curse for long durations of time without losing her mind," Professor Moody said as if that never happened and Hermione was angry again.

"What happened?" A student asked and as much as she hated it, she was curious to know as well."

"Three years before Voldemort's downfall, a group of 30 wizards in a resistance founded by Dumbledore were trapped by a large number of death eaters. (Y/N) created a distraction that allowed enough time for the group to disapparate and she was left behind.

"They captured her, bringing her to Voldemort in the hopes that she would give him information on the resistance's whereabouts but she refused. He was furious and used the Crutiatus Curse on her. When she did not break even then, he had others continue to torture and abuse her in hopes that one day they would be able to wear her down enough to give them information about something.

"Weeks turned into months turned into years and at this point, the Death Eaters were just keeping her around as a stress reliever. They would now torture her for amusement when they had nothing better to do. Yet, her will was strong and they could not break her, and even more curiously, they could not take her sanity."

Everyone was shocked to hear that story, and it all made sense to Hermione now. The bell rang and in a weary unison, the students all stood and exited the classroom. They were all stunned to silence.

(Y/N) POV

"(Y/N)," Severus said quietly trying to gain your attention. You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "You need to eat something."

You forced a few bites into your mouth and rested your head back on his shoulder. You couldn't bring yourself to speak at the moment and you knew he understood.

"Come on, let's go to bed early," the love of your left prompted you to stand up and follow him to your shared room. There he pampered you, bathed you, got you into your favourite pajama set, and pulled you into his chest to cuddle him.

He was being so sweet, you couldn't help but feel better as you rested in his arms quietly. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You knew you were safe in Severus's warm embrace.

"People ask me all the time why I love you," you finally whispered after the long period of time where you said nothing. "This is why I love you."