#so he and are i going to have a little..... chat..... after the seminar

[gingerbreadmonsters]

in approximately 40 minutes i have the japanese seminar from hell and i am NOT looking forward to it, although i AM excited about pushing my module convenor out of the window to his death afterwards so that will be fun

[m-ayo-o]

Mr. Fushiguro [I]

flirtation and humiliation with your professor part one | part two wc 2200

You have a meeting with Mr. Fushiguro, your personal tutor, this afternoon regarding your dissertation. You're dreading it a little, not only because you're unsure what your project will be, but Mr. Fushiguro is also incredibly intimidating and attractive. You often feel nervous during his seminars, or passing him in the corridor, but being alone with him makes you pretty anxious.

Despite feeling nervous, you arrive outside his office a few minutes early so as not to displease him. He hates tardiness. It seems as though he can hear you hovering outside his door as your knuckles hesitate inches from the wood. “You coming in or what?” You hear his deep voice, muffled from the inside.

You enter, a little startled, and step up to his desk as he flicks through some paperwork. He looks up at you as you stand fidgeting near the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “Sit.” He mutters and returns to his work. The quick glance he gives you with his striking green eyes is enough to make your heart rate increase as you take your seat. 

You feel intimidated by everything he does, everything he says, and it's like he knows you're so weak for him. The way you blush under his gaze and your shy glances at him give you away. You also avoid spending time with him alone, not without him noticing of course.

In fact, he notices and takes advantage of this. He often requests that you stay behind after lectures, just so he can talk to you some more, usually about your studies or just pointless small talk. He enjoys watching you squirm.

But today he can't be avoided. You fiddle with your skirt and wait patiently for him to finish what he's doing. As the clock ticks over to 4pm Mr. Fushiguro sets down his papers he was marking and straightens up in his chair, looking up at you with his piercing green eyes. 

“Y/n,” he greets you like he's only just seen you, “remind me what our meeting is about today.”

“I need to decide… what my dissertation project will be, sir,” you reply.

He taps his pen on the table, “Mm hmm. That should be easy for someone like you,” he strokes his neck then stretches his arms over his head, desperate to move after sitting down for too long.

“So, have you had any thoughts, y/n?” You look down, feeling flustered as his muscles flex, his shirt pulling tight over his chest. “Um…” You murmur and twist your hair.

“Look, did you come here for a chat or not?” He asks flatly. Mr. Fushiguro is impatient and snappy at times, which adds to his intimidating personality.

“S-sir, it’s not that I–” you start, unable to find your words as you look up at him again, watching his lips curl into a slight smirk. He’s enjoying the embarrassed look on your face as you can barely look into his eyes.

“So, what is it then?” His voice sounds rough and deep. You look down into your lap again, then try to look up at him, “I, I– I’m sorry, sir. I’m a little stuck for ideas at the moment. Can we discuss this over email?” You blurt out your excuses, unable to withstand his intense glaring for a second longer as you suddenly stand and turn, ready to bolt for the door.

“Y/n.” Mr. Fushiguro’s deep voice stops you in your tracks. He steps around his desk and sits on the edge as you turn to face him. He raises his finger and beckons for you to come back. “I told you to sit. I don’t remember permitting you to leave just yet,” he says as you step back towards him, your legs quivering as you fight the urge to run.

He pats the chair that’s right below him now, encouraging you to sit in front of him again– this time much closer. Although you feel like you're being ensnared in some kind of trap, you sit and peer up at him as he gets comfy on his desk, one leg lazily dangling off the edge as the other props him up. His trousers fit him so well– you can see his defined thigh muscles as the material stretches over him.

“If you’re not going to talk, then I’ll have to start.” He looks down at you with a smile. “I’ll begin with a question– one that you should easily be able to answer. Why do you act like this around me, y/n?” He asks as if it’s the simplest question in the world.

“A-act like what, sir…?” you trail off, realising that he’s going to be dissatisfied by this non-answer. “Don’t answer my question with another question, y/n.” He snaps predictably, furrowing his eyebrows. He waits, tapping a big finger on the wooden desk and raising an eyebrow at you. You know he won’t repeat himself.

“Ok, I’ll try an easier question.” His expression shifts from displeased to curious as he peers down at your blushing face. “Do you find me attractive?” You look down as your hand covers your face. “I-I…” you stumble. “It’s very simple. Yes or no, y/n.”

“Mr. Fushiguro… I, I…” you feel so embarrassed– he must get a lot of attention like this and you figure he might be fed up with it by now; young, inexperienced women fawning over him, unable to express their feelings to him. You presume that he finds it all very bothersome and tiring.

So you try your best to get your head clear and speak to him properly. “Yes, sir.” You say quietly as you look up at him again. “Very good.” He praises you, smiling slightly at your answer. “Now, another question: do you want to fuck me?” He asks flatly. 

You can’t help but take your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him pleadingly as if to say, please don’t make me answer that. He’s just doing this to humiliate me. You think as you put off answering him for just a little longer. 

But his intense eye contact indicates that he wants you to answer right now. You nod, looking away from his eyes. He sighs and taps his finger on the desk, waiting for you to answer him properly.

You sigh, your cheeks and nose blushing pink. “Use your words, y/n. You’re usually very good at expressing your thoughts in class.” He encourages you.

“Yes, sir…” you manage, feeling totally overwhelmed with shame. You can’t believe he made you admit that. Out loud. You just want to disappear. “Well done. Now that we have that cleared up, would you like to talk about your dissertation project with me?” He asks, sounding insincere as a snarky smile spreads over his features.

He knows you can barely form sentences right now, let alone think about your third year research project that will carry most of your grade for your final year and overall degree. You let out a sad sigh, “I, I don’t think I can… right now…” you admit as you look down. You must look pitiful. That just adds to your embarrassment.

“So, you want me to fuck you first, then talk about your project?” Your heart skips a beat. What the fuck did he just say? Your mind is racing– you presume you didn’t hear him right as you look up at him with wide and confused eyes. There’s a long pause before you murmur, “E-excuse me, sir?” You feel your lip trembling.

He really doesn’t like repeating himself. He just sighs through his nose, his patience clearly wearing thin. He gazes over your body, his eyes trailing up your long legs and hovering over your short skirt. His eyes snap up to meet yours, “If you’re having trouble with that, perhaps you shouldn’t be on my course.” He hisses, looking down at you menacingly.

“Y-yes…” you manage, your voice wavering as you don’t know what he’ll do once you’ve answered. He’ll probably kick me out, or maybe he’ll remove me from his course.

“Yes, what?” You can’t take it anymore; the long pauses, the deafening silence, his fierce glaring have all got you feeling feverish. You close your eyes tight, “I want you to fuck me first, Mr. Fushiguro!” You blurt out, finding it easier to talk with your eyes closed.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” He asks, then pauses, tapping his lip with a big finger. “Shall we see just how badly you want to fuck?” He almost lets out a chuckle, his scar curling over his lips.

You’re so close to letting out a whine as you wait silently in trepidation. “What shall I have you do… ah, first please lock the door, y/n.” You sigh in relief and stand to complete your task.

“Ah, ah…” he stops you, shaking his head, “on your knees.” He sneers. Fuck. You should’ve known it wouldn’t have been that easy. Your big eyes look into his, silently asking him do I really have to do this? “If you don’t want to do it, you can leave.” He says simply, giving you your answer.

You turn and try to pull down your skirt a little, earning a low chuckle from your professor as you look back at him with wide eyes. You know he won’t budge. He’s made up his mind and he’s going to have some fun with you before he fucks you. You’re not even sure if he will fuck you.

You slowly bend down and get on your knees as you begin crawling towards the door. You lock it, turn to face Mr. Fushiguro again and start to stand up. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t say a thing, but his piercing eyes stare you down, forcing you back onto your knees. He intimidates you so much.

“C-can I stand up, sir?” He just shakes his head, his eyes following you as you reluctantly lean over, revealing your cleavage to him as your shirt drops.

In the meantime, he’s tilted the blinds and turned on his desk lamp, illuminating the room as you kneel near your chair, wanting to stand up. He looks down at you with a smirk as he’s ready to give you your next instruction. 

He makes you tidy his desk, organise his papers, books and stationary. Although this situation is embarrassing, you’re very aware of the fact that he’s turning you on by ordering you around. He’s getting you hot without even touching you.

Next he asks you to sit in his chair and unbutton your shirt. You’re a little hesitant, but you comply, unfastening each button slowly, pausing as you reach just above your bra. “Did I tell you to stop?” He asks, his gaze unfaltering. 

You undo one more button then hear a knock at the door. You freeze, sitting below Mr. Fushiguro as he leans on his desk, “Answer it.” Your fingers frantically attempt to button up your shirt. Mr. Fushiguro clicks his tongue, demanding your attention as your eyes dart up to his. 

“Did you hear me say ‘do up your shirt then answer the door’?” You shake your head. “No, you didn’t. So answer it like that. You can walk this time.”

Your shirt is barely covering your lacy bra underneath as you answer the door and explain that Mr. Fushiguro is busy. You make some excuses as you quickly close and lock the door again, stepping back towards his desk. 

You feel your professor's eyes all over you as you walk towards him. He stops you halfway back and makes you hike up your skimpy skirt. “I can’t believe you decided to wear that to my office.” He shames you for wearing the short skirt, which is kind of revealing (but really cute).

He hands you some books and asks you to place them on the second to top shelf on his bookcase. You can just about reach, tiptoeing and stretching up, but the reason he asked you to do this is becoming apparent as you feel your skirt lifting up further, exposing your cute underwear as your back arches, your ass pushing out.

You're really struggling with one of the books. It's so heavy, your delicate fingertips are having trouble pushing it the last few centimetres onto the shelf. The book suddenly slips from your fingers and falls to the floor, making a loud slamming noise in the quiet office.

You hurriedly bend over to pick it up and try again, but you can hear Mr. Fushiguro clicking his tongue behind you. “That's an expensive edition, y/n. Let me see it.” 

You step over to him, his large frame looming over you as you hand him the book, his fingers brushing over yours. He examines the cover, “Looks like you'll have to be punished.” He shrugs and sighs, setting it on his desk.

You try to make your excuses but your professor isn't listening. He beckons for you to come closer. This is the closest you've ever got to Mr. Fushiguro; you feel his breath fanning you and you notice the faintest wrinkles on his handsome face. You stare up at him with wide eyes, daring to meet his.

pt two 💞

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[c-e-d-dreamer]

Just Looking At You Got Me Thinking Nonsense

A/N: happy Day Four of @nestaarcheronweek! Sometimes, to really be a lover, you have to risk it all in a bidding war, ya know? This was a fun little fic to write, and I want to give a big ole shout-out to the Anon who sent me this prompt! I hope everyone enjoys :)

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Cassian digs his phone out of his back pocket, opening back up the group chat and the most recent messages still waiting there. With a nod, he pockets the phone again, rolling out his shoulders. There’s a glass case full of pictures and some sort of awards on the wall opposite him, and Cassian uses it as a makeshift mirror. He’s always had a bad habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s nervous, and now his curls are a tangled mess as a result.

A door opening down the hall has Cassian almost jumping out of his skin. He turns just in time to see the exact woman he’s here for walking down the hall, her arm looped with a red head that Cassian is pretty sure was in his trig class last year.

“Trust me, it will be over before you know it,” the red head says as they walk.

“Until I have to sit through some stupid dinner after… You’re lucky that I love you.”

“I know, and I am lucky you’re doing this with me. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to go up there alone.”

“Hey, Nes,” Cassian calls in greeting when they’re close enough, raising his hand in a wave.

Whether she doesn’t hear him or is just ignoring him, Cassian isn’t sure. But both women don’t acknowledge him, walking through another door further down the hall. One that, he presumes, leads into the large hall.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” Cassian mumbles to himself, letting his hand drop back to his side. “Idiot.”

“Idiot is certainly one word I’d use to describe you.”

Azriel’s low chuckle echoes Rhys’s remark, and Cassian turns to glare at both his brothers. He knocks his shoulders against both of them, leading the way back toward the front of the building and the main doors into the hall. There’s more laughter, but at least his brothers fall into step behind him. He doesn’t have time for their teasing. Not tonight at least. This is his one chance, and he’ll be damned if he fucks it up, if he loses it. He needs to focus.

Cassian knew that Nesta Archeron was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen the first time he saw her walk into his gen-ed English lecture earlier this semester. Her blue gray eyes had been piercing beneath the lights of the lecture hall, and Cassian wanted to dive into them and drown in them right in that moment. Even more so when he watched her roll those eyes at something said at the front of the lecture hall.

Gods, he wanted to make those eyes roll.

He was sure that the Mother must be smiling down on him when Nesta had ended up in his seminar after the lecture too. It was clear that she was smart. That she had a passion for books. That she didn’t take any bullshit. He could sit and watch and listen to her in that seminar for the rest of his life and be happy. And when she absolutely eviscerated Tamlin for his “analysis” of Lolita, Cassian had been ready to drop to his knees right then and there.

It made him try harder. He made sure he actually paid attention in the lecture, made sure he did the readings, made sure he came to each and every seminar with his analysis prepared in hopes of impressing her. He wasn't sure it was working or not, but sometimes, he swore he saw her lips twitch with the barest hint of a smile, of a smirk, when he spoke. He swore that sometimes he could feel her gaze on him when he wasn't looking.

And then, one day, he’d walked into the seminar room to find the seat next to Nesta open. He’d practically stumbled over his own feet in his rush to slide into that open seat, earning an amused head shake from Kallias. Using the few minutes before the seminar started, Cassian had called her Nes and gotten a withering glare in response. He was sure the look was meant to cut him down where he sat, but it only stoked the embers in his chest into a full wildfire, only made him grin wider.

It became a game after that. Every seminar, he’d take the seat beside Nesta, and every seminar, he’d spark a back and forth between them. He cataloged every look, every response he was able to draw out of Nesta. Every eye roll. Every derisive snort. Every sarcastic quip. He got drunk off it all and kept coming back for more and more. And when he made Nesta blush, the pretty pink spreading across her cheeks, he knew that was it for him.

He spent the whole rest of the week after that trying to figure out the best way to ask Nesta out, sure that she wouldn’t appreciate being asked in front of their whole seminar group. He wondered if it would be weird to ask her to speak to him after the seminar, prayed to the Mother to take pity on him, and blessedly, take pity on him she did. It’s what led Cassian to finding out that Nesta was pledged to Mor’s sorority.

How he found out that she would be here tonight.

One of the sorority members greets Cassian and his brothers when they step through the doors to the hall, her name tag reading Deidre. She holds out three paddles, but Rhys and Azriel both wave her off, only Cassian taking one. Lucky number nineteen, just like his jersey. They settle into seats at an empty table, and then it’s just a waiting game.

It doesn’t take long before Mor is stepping out onto the stage, giving her welcoming speech as president, but any words she says fade away as soon as the women participating tonight walk onto the stage. As soon as Cassian catches sight of Nesta. Her dress is a silky, silvery blue that, along with the stage lights, brings out the blue of her eyes, and the hem is short enough to show off the stretch of her legs. She has that look on her face that’s Cassian’s favorite, and just the sight of her has his mouth going dry. She’s gorgeous.

“And next up we have Nesta Archeron.” Cassian’s attention snaps back to Mor. “She’s pre-law and minoring in English. She loves romance novels, so you better be ready to bring out all the stops if you’re the lucky one who gets to take her on a date. Now, we’ll start the bidding at–”

“One hundred dollars,” Cassian calls out before Mor can finish, jumping up to his feet and holding up his paddle.

“Mother save us,” Rhys mutters under his breath.

“Wow. That’s…” Mor clears her throat. “That’s quite generous. I guess we’ll be starting the bidding at one hundred.”

“One fifty.”

Anger flares low in Cassian’s gut at the second bid, and it burns even brighter when he turns his head and finds the owner of the voice. Eris Vanserra. Cassian has hated the man ever since he had the misfortune of sharing a class with him freshman year. Ever since he watched him stroll into a college class wearing designer clothes and look down on everyone. He’s pompous, pretentious, and has a face practically asking for Cassian to punch.

And punching Eris’s snooty face is definitely something Cassian’s fist itches to do right now.

“Two hundred,” Cassian declares, turning back toward the stage.

“Two fifty,” Eris echoes.

“Two seventy five.”

“Three hundred.”

“Holy shit,” Mor mutters before seemingly remembering that she has a microphone in her hands. “I mean wow. That’s officially our highest bid. Ever. Do we have a response?”

“Five. Hundred.”

Gasps and murmurs of surprise sweep through the room at Cassian’s announcement. He glances toward where Nesta still stands on stage, her eyes wide and pink settled high on her cheeks. But those wide eyes are pinned on him, not Eris, not Mor, and her attention has his heart stuttering between his ribs, has it tugging toward the stage as though she holds the thread so firmly wrapped around it.

He dares to toss Nesta a wink before turning to smirk at Eris, but Vanserra is still lounging casually in his seat with a sort of cool arrogance that ice starts to prickle beneath Cassian’s skin.

“Five fifty,” Eris declares, eyes cutting toward Cassian with a smirk of his own.

“Fucking prick,” Cassian mutters under his breath before he leans down to speak to Rhys. “Okay, I’m going to need to borrow more than what we originally agreed to.”

Rhys sighs, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Seriously, Cass? This is getting a little absurd for a single date.”

“She’s worth it.”

“Is she? You know, I’ve heard stories, and–”

“Fuck you,” Cassian growls, turning back toward the stage before he runs out of time. “Five seventy five!”

“He’s clearly dedicated. You’ve got to give him that,” Azriel mutters with a low chuckle.

“You know Vanserra’s not going to stop, right?” Rhys adds, his tone almost bored.

As if in answer, Eris’s voice rings out again. “Six hundred.”

“Seven hundred,” Cassian calls out quickly before dropping his voice again. “If you’re so worried about your rich boy checkbook, then do something about it.”

“What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Seven fifty,” Eris’s voice drowns out Rhys’s question.

“Alright,” Azriel sighs, pushing up to his feet. “This is just sad to watch now.”

Cassian sighs as his brother walks away, knocking his fist against the table in frustration. “Eight fifty!”

He waits for Eris’s answering bid, but there’s only silence ringing out in the hall. Cassian’s brow pinches in confusion, and he snaps his attention back toward Eris’s table. The man in question is on his feet, standing toe to toe with Azriel. There’s a suspicious looking stain across Eris’s shirt, and his lips are pulled back in a sneer.

Whatever lashing Eris is giving for his now ruined designer shirt, Azriel takes it unfazed. He merely reaches for a napkin, the movement nothing short of sensual as he wipes it against Eris’s shirt, against his chest and down his stomach. Even from across the room Cassian can see the way Eris’s face has turned a color to match his face.

With Eris thoroughly distracted, Cassian looks back toward the stage, raising his eyebrows pointedly at Mor.

“Oh! Right,” Mor speaks into the microphone. “We have eight fifty. Do we have higher than eight fifty?” Cassian motions with his hand to hurry up. “Eight fifty going once. Going twice. Sold for eight fifty.”

Cassian falls back into his seat with a relieved sigh, unable to bite back the wide grin that pulls across his face. He did it, he was the highest bid. He gets to see Nesta outside of their lecture, outside of their seminar. He gets to spend time with her one on one and to find out what really makes her tick.

He gets to take Nesta Archeron on a date.

He’s practically bouncing on his feet waiting for the rest of the women to have their bidding, for the evening to come to a close. He all but jumps back up to his feet, plucking the check from between Rhys’s fingers. The look on Mor’s face is all too knowing when he hands over the money, but even that doesn’t deter him.

He gets to take Nesta Archeron on a date.

“Eight hundred fifty dollars, huh?”

Cassian spins around to come face to face with the exact woman in question, her arms crossed and her expression unimpressed. But Cassian has learned a lot sitting next to Nesta this semester, and he recognizes the light sparking in her blue eyes, the slight pinch at the corner of her lips. Try as she might, she can’t hide her amusement from him.

“What can I say, sweetheart?” Cassian drawls, grin still wide. “I’m quite dedicated to getting what I want.”

“Oh? Is that why you pulled that stunt with Eris?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. That was merely Azriel flirting.”

Nesta laughs, and it’s already Cassian’s favorite sound, a sound he wants to draw out of her again and again. “He flirts by spilling drinks on people?”

“Everyone has their own version of flirting. Look at us, with our back and forth.”

That comment does earn him an eye roll, Cassian’s blood singing and his heart soaring at the reaction. He dares to step even closer to Nesta, until he has to tip his chin down to keep smirking at her. Dares to reach up between them for a stray strand of Nesta’s hair and tug on it teasingly. Dares to tease the backs of his fingers along her now pinkening cheeks.

“You might actually be crazy, you know.”

“Only because you make me that way, Nes.”

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[wayward-dreamer]

Just For Tonight

Square/s Filled: Doggystyle @spnaubingo | One night stand @anyfandomkinkbingo | Touching under the table @jacklesversebingo

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,510

Summary: On a night out after a hectic work conference, Jensen was only looking for a quick drink before he returned home the next day. He clearly wasn't looking for more than that, but he definitely welcomed it once he met Y/N.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written a Jensen fic, so here you go! Happy reading and hope you enjoy :) beta'd by my love @hintsofhoney

Jensen flicked open the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt as he walked into the pub, looking for a place to sit. Given that it was a busy night, he found a spot left at the bar, taking it immediately. His co-worker, Dan, had already ditched him back at the hotel, having found a blond woman he had been interested in talking to the entire conference. He sighed as he sat on the stool, his green eyes scanning over the people there, the hectic schedule of the last three days taking a toll on him. He was more than ready for a hard drink, or a few, before heading home the next day. The conference had been incredibly draining, and he was officially done being concerned with numbers and figures until he was back in the office on Monday.

Dan had wished him well in the hopes to find someone to spend the night with, but Jensen wasn’t thinking about that, even at all. It’s not that he never hooked up, he did. He just didn’t do it as often as his friend or other coworkers did. He had concentrated so hard on getting to a higher position at the company that he didn’t really find time to let loose once and a while. After the last three days with seminars dedicated to investment banking and financial services, however, he needed a break from the numbers swirling around in his head.

He looked around the room once more as he sipped his drink, and it wasn’t long before his eyes landed on a back corner table. It was a group of four women, laughing as they chatted about something, but he was only taken with one of them. From what he could see, she was wearing a black dress that came to just above her knees, the sleeves lace with the trim ending at her forearms. She giggled as she sipped a pink drink from a martini glass, causing him to smirk as he thought about his next move. He shifted around to get the bartender’s attention again, asking him to send a drink to the mystery woman’s table, the one she had ordered.

Jensen watched as the man behind the bar mixed it together before pouring it into a glass, sending it with one of the waiters towards the table. The women all looked up in surprise as the drink was placed on the table in front of her, the waiter gesturing to the bar before he left. Jensen’s eyes met hers from across the room, hers narrowing slightly as she looked between him and the glass in front of her. He watched in amusement as her friends whispered and nudged her, no doubt telling her to go over to him. He decided to make it an easier decision, getting up from the stool with his drink, pushing his way past people.

He smiled as he reached the table, standing right in front of her as their gazes remained locked on each other. “Figured I’d come over and say hi, rather than remain the mysterious stranger that bought you a drink.”

“Well, I almost came over, but I don’t know,” she started, glancing at the crowd before she looked up at him again. “Are you worth braving through that many people for?”

“Do I get to prove myself?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She bit her lip as she continued to stare at him. He found himself wanting to be the one biting that lip, and little did he know she was thinking about the same thing at that moment. He had caught her eye the minute he walked in with his friend, and once he was alone she almost bought him a drink, before he beat her to the punch.

“Sure,” she replied, sliding into the booth a little to make room for him. She turned to her friends who were paralyzed in their places as they gawked at him, tilting her head towards the restrooms, a silent plea to them to leave her alone for a few minutes.

She watched them pick up their purses as they left, laughing slightly just as he did once their eyes met again.

“Jensen,” he said, offering his hand.

She smiled, placing her hand in his. “Y/N.”

“So, can I trust you with this?” she asked, holding up the new drink.

He reached for the stem, plucking it out of her hands and bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip. He cringed at the taste as his features scrunched up, causing her to cackle at his face. The sound was infectious, making him join in as he passed the drink back to her. Between the glint in his eye and the sound of his hearty laugh, she was already willing to call an end to the night and see if he wanted to come over to her apartment.

“The only thing that’s guilty of is being too sweet,” he husked, as he picked his own glass and took a sip, changing the taste in his mouth. “But yeah, you’re good.”

“Thank you,” she said, simply as she sipped it.

“No problem,” he stated, unable to look anywhere else but at her. She was beautiful, and could very well be way out of his league, but nothing had to happen beyond whatever happened tonight.

He told her he was in finance, she told him she was an architect, and they both explained all the challenges that came with those jobs. She had a dog, and he had no pets considering he traveled for work so much. They went back and forth in conversation, smiles, flirtatious looks and light touches of hands passing between them. She leaned closer to him, her eyes drifted over his suit and up into his green orbs, just as her heeled foot grazed up the side of his calf under the table. She smiled softly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip once more as she shivered at the feel of his fingertips brushing over her knee. His hand slid onto her thigh, over the fabric of her dress as his gaze drifted down to her mouth.

“Well, not to burst this bubble so soon, but… I leave tomorrow,” he informed her, frowning.

She hummed, nodding slowly. “Guess this is over before it even started, huh?

He shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers as his fingers swirled over her skin, at the edge of her dress. “We've got plenty of hours to pass before then, darlin’.”

A soft moan escaped her at the drawl of his words, and she had to try and calm down. This man was going to be the end of her, she knew it already. She had a brief thought about her own behavior because she never acted like this. It had only been about half an hour that they had been talking, and she was already ready to leave with him. She was never this quick to go home with strangers, but the second he walked into the bar she knew she needed to find a way to get him to her apartment and out of the suit he was wearing, fast. So, fuck how impulsive she was being in that moment, because that was exactly what she was going to do.

Jensen was thinking about the same thing. He wasn’t one to rush things like this, but he needed to know what she felt like and how many times he could make her come apart. He really needed to know.

“M-My apartment’s about 20 min-” she started to tell him but was cut off by a gasp, just as his hand slipped under her dress and rested on her thigh, his palm burning against her skin.

“My hotel’s a block from here,” he countered.

She shifted back slightly, smiling up at him. “Lead the way.”

They finished their drinks off in quick swigs, before they both got up from the table and made their way to the bar. She told her friends what was going on, promising to text once she was going home, whether it was tonight or the next morning. She hoped it was the latter. They watched as he paid their tab as well as his, genuinely impressed as one friend wiggled her eyebrows at her. They said their goodbyes as they parted ways outside, before she turned to him. He smirked as he held his hand out for her to take, a warm feeling settling in her belly as she thought about all the things he could possibly do to her.

“Shall we?”

The keycard beeped against the lock, the door opening as Y/N was pushed into the room, Jensen’s plump lips fused to hers in a rough kiss. He kicked the door closed behind him, dropping the card on the floor as she let go of her purse and jacket, trying not to stumble over them. He grabbed her hips, pulling her close as her hands gripped his white shirt tight, the buttons straining as she clenched the material. She started to unbutton it as she kissed him, but he took her hands in his, pulling back and staring deep into her eyes, panting harshly. He reached behind her and pulled at the zip of her dress, peeling it down her shoulders to reveal her black, lace bra. Once her arms were free, he held her close as he walked her back further into the room.

A small smile pulled at her lips, her heart racing at the thought of where this could go. She hummed as he pulled her dress down her body quickly, pushing it down along with her black, lace thong, allowing her to step out of it as it pooled around her feet. She glanced down briefly, suddenly feeling nervous with how exposed she was, but a gentle, hooked finger under her chin had their eyes meeting again. She felt her fears melting away instantly, which surprised her considering she had only known him for half an hour.

“Eyes on me,” he instructed, voice deep and husky as he leaned in, his lips hovering close to hers. “I want to see you lose control while I take you apart.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, biting her lip.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, darlin’?” he asked, lightly nipping at her jaw. “Want me to ruin you with my fingers?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered.

He smirked, letting his hands slide down her back and land on the curve of her ass. He skimmed his palms over the flesh, raising one before he brought it down, hard enough for her to let out a small yelp of surprise. He chuckled, the sound a little sinister but a chill ran through her hearing it. He lightly pushed her arms, seeing her drop back on the bed with a giggle. He took her heels off her feet, shifting away from her as he undressed. She watched him as he stripped off his suit and shirt, feeling her core tighten at the reveal of his incredible torso, her hands already itching to hold onto his broad shoulders. He moved in, hovering over her as he kissed along her neck, her eyelids fluttering as they struggled to remain open. His warm hands drifted over her body, one drifting down to her breasts and pulling the cups of her bra down, as the other slipped between her legs. She gulped as she felt his thick fingers slide between her folds, a small grunt leaving him when he felt her.

“So wet for me already,” he remarked, meeting her gaze as he lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers.

She couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips, shifting into his touch as he licked and nipped at her pulse, while his fingers continued to run over her, his thumb flicking over her clit. Just as the digits slid into her tight heat, her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. He pumped them slowly at first, groaning as she grinded against him, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. His fingers picked up the pace a little, his thumb running circles over the swollen nub just as his other hand rolled the pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, fuck, y-yeah,” she moaned, wantonly.

She was trying not to close her eyes, to take in the way his eyes focused on her, but it was difficult. She wanted to lose herself in the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my fingers, sweetheart,” he husked, looking down at her. “You look so beautiful, just like this, ready to come undone.”

“P-Please, I need-” she pleaded, struggling to find the words.

“Oh, I know what you need, darlin’,” he whispered, smirking. “But first, you gotta cum on my fingers, and only when I say you can.”

She whimpered as he worked them faster, the blissful feeling from his actions spreading through every part of her body. She clung to the covers, a soft whine escaping her as she grinded against him, wanting more. She hissed as he applied a harder pressure to her breast, his green orbs dark with lust as he shook his head.

“Do that again and this’ll be over,” he warned. “Only when I say you can and not a second sooner. Got it?”

“Yes,” she gulped.

“Good,” he breathed, grinning as he continued his ministrations while he spoke to her. “You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, aren’t ya?”

She nodded, unable to trust her voice to work at that moment. A wicked glint sparkled in his green eyes as they looked at each other, his face barely an inch from hers as her ragged breaths fanned against his lips.

“That’s right,” he smirked. “Can feel how close you are, sweetheart. Wanna feel you gush all over my fingers, and then… then I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, make you feel it for days.”

“Oh, fuck!” she cried.

She felt her walls clenched around his fingers, just as her core tightened and she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before she fell over the edge. He continued to tweak her nipple between his fingers, working his other hand into her sex, his thumb flicking over the bundle of nerves, faster and faster as he felt her arousal against the pads of his fingers.

“Cum for me, darlin’,” he groaned, holding her close as they continued to gaze at each other. “Cum for me, soak my fingers.”

She broke their eye contact as her head fell back against the bed, a string of moans falling from her lips as he felt her wetness against his fingers, still pumping them into her as she continued to ride her high. His actions slowed as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her huff a short laugh as they finally stopped. She whined slightly at the loss of his fingers once he removed them, but she felt heat pool low in her stomach once more as he pressed one finger against her lips. She obeyed his silent order and took it into her mouth, humming at the taste of herself on his skin. A low grunt came from him as he watched her, his finger leaving her mouth with a wet pop as he brought the other one to his own lips, her arousal on his tongue making him groan.

“Amazing,” he breathed. “I think I want a proper taste…”

Y/N frowned briefly but bit into her lip once more as she saw him drift down her body, onto his knees. Jensen grabbed her hips, feeling his cock twitch in his pants as he spread her thighs, taking in her glistening folds. He ran his thumb over her entrance, making her whimper and him chuckle at how such a simple thing made her weak.

“So perfect,” he muttered, repeating the same action once, twice. “All dripping and swollen just for me.”

He leaned in and wasted no time, his tongue taking a long lick of her folds. A sound halfway between a gasp and moan came from her as she felt the sensation, whimpering as he did the same thing a few times before he slid the talented muscle into her entrance. She cried out as she lost herself in the feeling, her eyes squeezing shut as her hands moved into his hair. She whimpered as his beard scratched against her inner thigh, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. His hands slipped down from her hips under her ass, squeezing the flesh tight as he continued, devouring her like a man starved. Tears stung her eyes as she felt completely overwhelmed by what she was feeling, the need to feel another release coming far quicker than she anticipated.

“J-Jensen, p-please,” she begged, her hands tugging at his strands. “I need to cum again, please make me cum.”

The only response she got from him was a deep grunt vibrating against her as he kept at it, working his tongue into her faster, little nail marks left on her ass cheeks from his grip. It wasn’t long before she felt her walls tighten, her moans getting louder as he moved one hand from her ass onto her clit, rubbing it as quick as he moved his tongue into her.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck!” she shrieked, feeling the dam break once more.

Jensen groaned against her, holding her close as he lapped up everything she had to give. He was intoxicated by the taste of her, breathing deeply as he drew back, pressing a kiss to her thigh. He stood up slowly, smiling softly at her disheveled state, hair completely a mess, bra still on with the cups pulled down. He reached under her and unhooked it, letting it fall down her arms before he threw it behind him somewhere in the room. He leaned over her and pulled her close, her breasts pressed into his chest as she held onto his shoulders, their lips meeting in a sensual kiss.

“You okay?” he asked, gently as he brushed some strands of hair away from her face.

“Yeah, I just… who the fuck are you and where did you come from?” she replied, giggling. She couldn’t believe he was real.

He chuckled, shrugging as he licked his lips, lightly. “I just aim to please, darlin’.”

Y/N beamed as she moved in, kissing him once more. She moaned into his mouth as he softly sucked at her lip, his hand sliding down to the back of her thigh and pulling it up around his waist. She couldn’t believe how quickly she trusted him, allowing him to do incredibly erotic and intimate things to her, but she felt from the way he looked at her in the bar that she could take him seriously. He pulled his lips away from hers, pecking them lightly in reassurance when she sighed at the loss. She watched him stand up, unbuckle and unzip his dress pants, biting her lip as her walls clenched around nothing in anticipation of feeling all of him when she saw how hard he was.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered.

She felt a shiver run down her back from his authoritative tone, doing as he said and turning onto her stomach, pushing herself on her hands and knees. She teased him by shifting back, the curve of her ass pressing into him, feeling his cock against her. She whined in protest as he moved away slightly, wanting him inside her as soon as possible before she combusted from the torture of waiting.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he muttered, his hands sliding down her back and pushing lightly, moving her further down. “I know you wanna prove what a good girl you are, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, leaning her head on her forearms, now flat on the mattress.

Jensen smirked as he shifted closer, taking hold of his shaft and stroking it, slapping the tip against her sex. She whimpered at the feel, squeezing her eyes shut as he rubbed the length through her folds, her slick covering him. He lined up to her entrance, and without another word, sank deep inside her heat. Her mouth fell open as her walls sheathed his girth completely, the sound unable to escape her throat. As promised, he set a brutal yet pleasurable pace, thrusting into her hard and fast as he gripped her hips tight in his hands. She was no doubt going to have bruises in the morning, but she thought of them as a souvenir to an incredible night. Which this definitely was.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect… this is what you wanted, isn’t it, darlin’? Being fucked like this, taking this cock in your tight little pussy?”

“Y-Yes, oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, loudly, not caring how many people heard her in the other rooms.

“Tell me how it feels…”

“So good, oh fuck, it feels so good,” she babbled, her hands clenching the sheets. “Love feeling your cock inside me, fucking me so hard, fuck!”

“Yeah, you do,” he smirked, gazing down at her. “Gonna make you cum so hard on my dick, want you soak every inch of it.”

He pulled her back against him by her hips as he thrusted, the smacking of skin joining their moans of pleasure as he pounded into her, harder and faster. He was chasing the release that he craved, but he wanted to get her there for a third time first. She was getting wetter with each stroke of his cock inside of her, and he could feel her walls contracting around him. The familiar feeling in her core grew, the head of his shaft hitting that sweet spot that drove her wild, and she knew she was close to the edge once more.

“Oh god, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum-” she whimpered, biting down on her fist.

“Cum,” he commanded, his jaw clenching as he held back.

Y/N slapped her palm over her mouth, a muffled shriek leaving her as the coil within her snapped, her arousal slicking his cock as she came for a third time that night. It was far more shattering than the previous two, her body convulsing from the euphoric bliss coursing through her. She felt herself slowly coming down from her high, his thrusts slowing slightly, but he seemed to have other plans as he suddenly pulled her up into his arms. His hand covered her mouth as hers slipped away, holding onto his thick forearms as her back pressed into his chest, his other hand moving between her thighs as he continued to pound her relentlessly. His fingers rubbed against her clit so fast, she sobbed into his hand as she felt another wave of pleasure, her third orgasm rolling into a fourth.

“Give me one more, darlin’,” he growled, kissing her neck to encourage her when she whimpered and shook her head. “Yes you can. Wanna feel it, one more, darlin’, one more…”

A few tears strayed from her eyes as the wave finally hit her, a scream erupting from her lips which was stifled by his hand. She moaned as she heard his grunts becoming frequent in her ear, until he finally let out a guttural moan when his cock throbbed deep inside her. She hummed as she felt the warm spurts of his seed coat her walls, feeling him slump as he gave her every drop he had to give.

Jensen slowly removed his arms from Y/N, letting her drop down on the bed and stretch out her legs, a small wince leaving her as she felt the cramp in her muscles. He laid down beside her, both of them staring up at the ceiling, the awkwardness of the afterglow beginning. She turned to look at him, biting her lip as she appreciated his side profile, the way his chest moved as he regained his steady breath. Every inch of him was perfect, and it was a shame he was leaving tomorrow.

“Was that okay?” he asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.

She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. “It was way better than okay.”

He smiled, rolling onto his side and shifting closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. She stared back at him, wondering what he wanted to say considering she could tell he was holding something back.

“You can stay,” he whispered. “If you want to.”

She nodded. She had a feeling that wasn’t what he wanted to tell her, but it was okay. There was no way she was leaving that room after what just happened.

She didn’t want it to be over so soon.

Jensen clipped his silver watch around his wrist, staring out the window to the view of the city in front of him. The sun had risen, and a new day was starting as he got ready to go back home. He glanced over his shoulder, smirking as he saw Y/N stir, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. She sat up slightly, looking around the room in confusion before she spotted him by the window. She looked over at the bedside and saw the clock read 8:35am. That was far too early for how late they eventually fell asleep the night before.

“Morning,” he muttered, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside her.

“Morning,” she croaked, clearing her throat and trying again.

He chuckled, taking in her soft, sleepy look as she held the sheets close to her chest. “Last night was… it was amazing.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, her voice meek as she smiled at him. “It really was.”

“I gotta get to the airport on time so I have to go now, unfortunately,” he sighed, heavily. “But I got you a late check-out.”

“Thank you,” she said, a little surprised by the kind gesture. “Well, you better go.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, nodding slowly.

“And I think I’m gonna go back to sleep for a while and then order a huge breakfast on your tab,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows as she laughed.

“Damn, that’s a classy move right there,” he complimented, grinning.

A silence fell between them as they stared at each other. Before he got too comfortable, Jensen stood up and dropped the keycard on the nightstand, taking hold of his luggage. With one last look, he winked at her, causing her to beam back at him.

Y/N watched as he disappeared behind the wall, the sound of the door opening and closing making her frown a little. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed that she didn’t have longer with him, but she had absolutely no regrets about how the night turned out with him.

He had officially ruined her for other men, and they’d have a hard time competing with the best night of her life.

[i4oba]

mark as… 💭 / your college friend !? ⊹◞✿

your first ever lecture being anthropology, out of all options, was pretty much chaotic and a really humbling experience

you kind of felt lost?? with the lecturer throwing in some of his own antics, with a little too much of little pop culture doses

i mean, he was trying??? talking about batman all of a sudden, comparing a pretty much real theory to his logo or something

(not that you didn’t mention that during that really crazy one on one oral exam… BUT STILL?)

now that’s how you got to know mark lee

i mean, not during the exam, waaaay before that – the first lecture, being just as confused as you, he was.. probably trying to look for someone who was taking notes (preferably good ones at that)

and that’s when your eyes met his!

i guess the panic was so evident in the look you gave him, he just.. couldn’t help but laugh loud asf at your CONFUSED face

i mean, if it was the other way round, you would’ve laughed as well, what can i say..

but still, you had to whisper shout at him (which was weird in the middle of the lecture, being literal meter away from each other) ?? telling him to stop the shenanigans or else you’ll throw hANDS!!!????

(you ended up not doing that – you decided his face was too cute… yeah… pathetic…)

anyways… he literally waited !!!!!!! for you not so far from the lecture hall after it was finished and.. he kind of just??? approached you when he saw you exiting, face representing the Thousands of questions you were left behind

i mean, he felt the same kinda–

but anyways, it was quite.. awkward when you two first interacted. he didn’t really know what to say, you couldn’t really respond to him since all he could muster out was

well.. it sounded stupid

(because he was nervoussssss–i mean, who wouldn’t be when they are trying to hit on a pretty girl like you.. DUH?)

he ended up asking for your notes though.. but it was strategic, you know???

you gotta slide into his dms that way!!!!!! so he can try again!!!!!! (a little bit harder maybe idk)

i mean, you agreed but had a suspicious look while nodding, still trying to figure out his intentions

it really wasn’t clear honestly, he seemed so weird at first, and then he was friendly, offering help around the campus, and then suddenly he wanted to chat???

YOU HAD EYES OF COURSE. even at the omnious, freaking awful freshmen camp you couldn’t spot anyone that looked even half as good as him

but still…

he had that kinda “pretty boy next door” type of vibe which you honestly adored–probably that’s why you agreed on going to that party as well, he invited you to

it was silly of you, of course, and you couldn’t not notice the confused looks of your dormmate

you two knew each other for like.. 2 days and she was suddenly acting like your mother

“ughhh… that dude, you know, that johnny fella has that kind of reputation on campus…”

WHO THE FUCK IS JOHNNY!!!!!!!??????

“he’s a compsci major” she said, shrugging

“that’s literally where the fuckboys are at”

you were like What.. are yoU EVEN SAYING LMFAO

(every compsci major dude i’ve ever seen was a loser though… ?)

where she got that information???OUT OF HER ASS????

later on, like two days had to pass at most???? maybe just one and a half??? and she got invited as well–some chenle dude and her went to the same seminar and things just happened

not her opinion changing.. lol

but it was set now that you two are going together! mostly because she knew you don’t have any friends so.. she might as well help you out–that’s the least she can do after you two changed beds

she kind of made you out to be a loser that way.. like WHAT! YOU HAVE Friends… just

having a major on a different campus.. BUT STILL THE SAME SCHOOL!!!

she was always giving you that weirded tf out look whenever you mentioned it. like okay girl, go off, say whateva lol

but she felt the need to accompany you (GOD BLESS HER TBH)

looking all hot and stuff, you two both paid a visit to the house party which was… honestly pretty boring looking at first

like yeah, just a couple of dudes, not hype enough music either

you expected some kind of shitty techno untz untz music like in those german clubs

those are HYPE. or the eastern european clubs’ music.. elite tier i swear

but you got none of that, only a silly and honestly pretty mid ?? spotify playlist

it’s like giving the aux to someone who only listens to tiktok music like BFFR

right before you were about to leave this horrible gathering, you spotted mark, having a really heated conversation with a Damn Tall boy, snapback on both of their heads

they kind of looked like a couple lmfao OR TWINS

you were hesitant whether you should go and greet him but there was no actual reason that could pull you back

since your roommate literally found someone from her sociology 101 lecture and literally vanished from the surface of earth

Leaving you alone, with a horrible mix of vodka and some other shit you would’ve spit out if only there weren’t too many people

so yeah, there wasn’t any other choice you could’ve made, outside of leaving way too early

that’s how you ended up in the conversation with mark (and, later on you found out, johnny, who wasn’t actually that big of a douchebag your roommate had explained)

it was nice honestly, you got a chance to expose some Drama from high school, you got to talk about your arch nemesis (who attends the same college as you) and some other, unimportant stuff

but they were soooo interested it made you feel??Idk special or something

it really isn’t that frequent that you can shittalk and someone wouldn’t shut you up

and that is why you got back to mark every time–he listened. not only the funny bits of your life, he listened to everything you had to say: your life, school and problems with coursework (he even offered to help), and yeah..

lovelife as well.

you got together with someone from the same major as you–jaehyun.

he was funny, and charming, absolutely adorable and such a great lover??? And then… and then yeah

shit happened, like it always does and you were officialy Heartbroken

you couldn’t really handle it, even though it wasn’t your first time

(in high school, you dated one of the jocks and then got surprised he cheated on you like Dude those are infamous player lmfao…)

so the first person you went to was

your roommate! But she was busy as hell with assignments and exams so she kind of.. I mean she tried to help, but half of her attention was on you, and the other half glued to the monitor of her computer, reading stuff for her research paper

so you went to the second choice of yours–mark lee. but you didn’t mention that fact to him.. it would’ve hurted his heart deeply

you two went to the movies after you raged a little, cried a little into his shoulder and begged him to punch jaehyun in the face

he figured you should focus on something fun, instead of the self deprecating shit you’ve been on lately

and he was Absolutely Fully (ahah!) Truly right

you bought a ticket to the first movie you two saw, not even paying attention what it actually was

(it was a damn horror movie which was So Fucking scary you BOTH were left trembling from fear… pus-)

he used this fact for his own good… he invited you over… to his dorm… since his roommate went home for the weekend…

and the funniest thing is that you agreed, hurriedly messaging your friend, telling her not to wait for you, then ignoring ALL of her furiously typed down responses and calls even

she needed to focus ANYWAYS

so that’s how you ended up in mark’s dorm room… Yeah, yeah yeah

some might say it’s pathetic, some might say you’re dumb as Hell but what could you doooooo

he was looking at you with that extra adorable puppy look on his face… how could you resist

there was no way you could say no, it would’ve been heartless ????????

and you know what would’ve been even MORE heartless?????? Not giving a kiss on his beautiful lips that were literally SCREAMING for yours

It may or may not have been a bad choice but you couldn’t care less… suddenly you felt at ease, kissing him vigorously over and over again

soft hair between your fingers, his breath on your lips and sparkling eyes looking at you

maybe… maybe he was more?? Than a friend

(your roommate was about to slap you right then and there when you told her about the story though…)

[bengiyo]

Don't Care for an Old Man's Underwear! Ep 6 Stray Thoughts

This watch is made possible by the continued efforts of @isaksbestpillow

Last time, Makoto kept getting praised for the progress he's been making, and then really stepped in it big time. Daichi was having a hard time because his boyfriend can't come out due to the expectation that he would return to his hometown after graduation. Mihoko chatted with Mika, and they decided to host a BBQ to give Daichi and Madoka a chance to be around people in public, and Mika hoped it would bring Kakeru out of his room. Unfortunately, Makoto was too excited and outed them. Meanwhile, Kakeru bonded with a boy in his class over skincare. I'm still rooting for Makoto.

No, noy the cake!

Moe coming through again. She's right to point out that the focus should not be on Makoto here. As a fujoshi, admitting she doesn't care about real life romance is also sending me. I think she also had that conversation in the hallway to make sure Kakeru heard it too.

Wow they brought out an even worse man.

I love Shimura so much. She's like, "He's already got what's coming to him."

Kakeru's nemesis is at this seminar!

Great comedy with the flier. Holy shit.

I'm glad we're spending time with Mika this episode.

Look at that. Kakeru is maybe starting to bond with his unexpected rival.

I'm so sad for Mika. She wanted to share something important to her with the family and no one is here to receive it.

Mika deserved to go off and she is right. You could feel a lifetime of being dismissed come out of her in that moment. It's always something small that reveals a huge burden. She wanted to share a small thing she was proud of and couldn't get that. The casual sexism has hurt her for decades, too.

Oh good, Makoto figured it out and told Moe.

Yes, Carlos, drag us back to the gays!!!

Wow. These bench scenes continue to give me so much life. It's a shame that so much of the world is covered in hostile architecture designed to keep people out of public spaces.

I'm feeling so much for Daichi and Madoka. It's hard to be mad at Makoto when what they're frustrated by are their circumstances. Madoka feels a sense of duty and responsibility to his family that he doesn't think his queerness is compatible with, and there's not much Daichi can do about that. Daichi wasn't afforded a closet. He was bullied before he could even figure himself out.

This is a phenomenal moment between Mika and Moe. In a show spending so much time about the sexism of men, I like that Moe acknowledged that she dismissed her mom, too.

I like returning to the story about the tanuki to reveal that Mika was the one who bore the brunt of caring for Moe when she was sick. Mika has done the best she can with her choices, but it's not what she wanted to do. I totally get her taking these petty wins

Okay, I love them fighting for tickets for her favorite boy band. It makes sense now that they might represent the youth she feels like she didn't get to have.

I'm crying about the tickets, and now the first family dinner of the show.

And they're having curry!

Incredible show.

This episode was one of my favorites, because we do need to reckon with the fact that many women are still alive and still unhappy about the lot they've been given. There is no way to fix everything that's happened in the last twenty years, but we can let them enjoy the things that bring them a little joy in their lives. This was also earned from the earlier work at Comica. I really loved this. It really was as simple as acknowledging all that Mika does as a first step.

[jamneuromain]

Wishful Thinking Chpt. 1

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Smut, Angst, Light Fluff, 18+, Oral (Male receive), Dom/Sub relationship, Facefucking, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, age difference, explicit language, degradation, TW: BDSM/safe wording

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

“Wow, I didn’t think all the professors were gonna be here.” Your barely-friend Fiona exclaims, turning her head like a 360 degrees lighthouse by the sea, scanning all around the classroom. Her vision covers the eight professors who are facing you, chatting with each other, sitting in the front of the classroom. She also scans the other students behind you, checking every five minutes if there are more coming into the classroom.

Unfortunately, you didn’t make many friends in this major. More unfortunately, she thought, and probably still thinks you are, more or less, BFFs. Thus, the reason you have to endure her jibber jabber during the entire session of the dissertation consultation seminar.

You chew on your lip when Andy sneaks a peek at you. You lower your head to stop him, or anyone else for that matter, from seeing you blush.

You blush like a little girl whenever your boyfriend of two weeks looks at you or talks to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Andy suppresses a grin from his lips. He has to pinch his arm to stop himself from the urge to hold you and kiss you in front of all these people. Theoretically, your relationship is out of the jurisdiction of the University, since he doesn’t teach you anymore. But it will still be frowned upon if you two are bold enough to publicly display affection.

“So Andy, I’ve heard of the Children’s Cottage. I heard that it’s going smoothly. Mike and I were talking the other day about paying it a visit…”

Professor Rifkin sitting next to him started to chat with him.

Professor Rifkin is a tall, bony woman. She has a pair of scarily big eyes, and she always dramatically stares at the people she’s talking to.

Andy could see the white outweigh the dark pupils in her eyes, literally.

“Oh yes.” Andy replies absent-mindedly, having a hard time keeping his mind off you. He could see the crimson mark, a love bite on the joint of your neck and your shoulder, when you are turning right and paying attention to what Fiona is saying.

“I know that it must be stressful for you, having to balance the teaching and-”

Professor Rifkin’s words are cut off by Professor Klein, who stands up from her chair and asks a student in the back to close the classroom door.

“I can see that you are excited about the writing dissertation,” The older woman and well-achieved scholar pauses dramatically, earning a few groans and a few “Yes” from the students. She heads to the podium, tapping a few keys on the computer to pull out her PowerPoint. “Here is something you should know about when it comes to your dissertation.”

After giving a small introduction about the types of dissertations and who exactly should you talk to if you want to write a specific topic, Professor Klein steps down from the podium, starting a Q&A session.

“Uhm, would you suggest that we proofread our work every time we finish a section, or we proofread everything after we finish it?” Fiona is eager to ask, barking out the question almost the second Professor Klein finishes her sentence.

You, on the other hand, would prefer to ask Andy if you think of anything else. Not to mention, you want him to be your instructor for your undergraduate dissertation, considering you want to continue your study in creative writing, and maybe be an editor in the future. Mind you, you have made some money in writing, might as well turn it into a career.

It could be a naïve thought, but you want to give it a shot.

“Ohhhhhh, what if I write a dissertation, analyzing a piece of writing and it’s creativity like Professor Barber taught us? Doesn’t it sound fun?” Fiona whisper-yells to your ear. Her voice is so loud that a few professors look in your direction.

You frown slightly. According to Professor Klein, if you and Fiona both end up with Andy, it’s almost inevitable that you two are going to see each other every two weeks or so. Although you adore Andy, you hate to endure more time with her.

“Can I choose a different instructor if I change my mind later?” A student in the back asks.

“Of course, of course.” Professor Klein nods, smiling warmly, “I’d personally suggest talking to the professors before you make your decision, but yes, you can change which instructor you are under. Though please remember the online form closes around the end of this month. We will email you the details later on.”

“So we all have to fill out one big form and we can change them any time before next month?” Fiona yells in your ear, having you rub your cheeks impatiently.

“YES! That’s what she just said!” You roll your eyes.

“I think Professor Klein might also be a good choice,” Fiona whispers excitedly, “British Lit sounds interesting! What about Professor Rifkin? She teaches linguistics! But what about the topic of my dissertation? I don’t know what to write!”

You swear you are going to find a rag to shut her up.

“… each professor could at most instruct three students, be sure to include that into your decision. If the number exceeds three, we’ll … make some adjustments to that.” Professor Klein smiles, smoothing her long black coat, “no more questions? Great. That’s all for today.”

Andy doesn’t move for a moment, he takes out his phone, his brows furrow a little, then-

Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Andy: I know I said we meet up at my place, but how about a night out?

Andy: I want to take you out for dinner.

Andy: Paella? Tortilla?

You swing your bag over your shoulder, following the majority of students heading out the building, thumbs typing on the screen.

You: Que pasta?

You: Kidding. Mexican sounds good.

Andy: lol.

You: Before you say anything, I’m buying.

You: I just got my paycheck from the internship!!!!!

Andy: Absolutely not.

Andy, obviously, types slower than you do.

You wait another few seconds before the reluctant dots appear on your screen, transmitting his answer.

Andy: Congratulations, baby.

Andy: It pains me to say it.

Andy: Fine.

Andy: But I’m picking you up at 6.

You: xoxo

You grin in victory, not only because you get your last paycheck today, but also because you were able to persuade him to allow you to pay. Prior to this discussion, Andy always claimed that he’s the one who’s having a job, and therefore, he should pay the bills when you are dating.

Too bad for him, you got an internship for the summer.

You are smiling to your phone when your roommate Marta joined you in the living room. She clicks the TV on, which automatically starts playing the show she’s been catching up.

“You’re expecting someone?” She takes a can of coke out of the fridge, smiling when she sees you in a cute dress.

“My boyfriend, actually.” Your lips curl into a bigger smile, “don’t worry though, he’s picking me up for dinner tonight. He won’t stay here.”

You are living with five other roommates, who are all girls, students at your university. You thought it would be best if you don’t bring Andy here and scare the other roommates. Marta is one of the closer roommates. She talks to you every now and then.

“Have you heard of…” Marta sips on her coke, “the recent stabbing?” Her brows furrow into a frown, looking at you, hesitant, “on Farren Street?”

Heard of is an understatement.

Multiple media reported the random stabbing, and the police have no idea who did this. They have advised students to not wander on the streets at night, and that it’s best to travel in pairs or groups.

The TV is playing The Good Wife right now, in which the lead characters are investigating a murder case, which must be why Marta is bringing up the topic.

“Yeah.” You exhale slowly, trying your best not to sound shaky in front of her, “sounds scary. People stabbing randomly? It’s just…” you force a smile, “hope the police would catch the psycho soon.”

Marta must have seen the worrying look on your face as she changes the subject quickly, “speaking of psychos, sheesh, I’m glad you didn’t have your classes in the Sackson House.”

“Why? What happened?” You sit up straight, hoping that there weren’t another stabbing case.

Marta has a complicated expression, you could not read into it.

“Is anybody hurt?” You have to ask.

Marta shakes her head, “no. No one is hurt.” She makes a funny face, scrunching her nose, “there’s this woman who looks a bit deranged, winding up in the Sackson House. We were leaving the classroom when she grabbed every girl by their arm and asked if they are cheating with her husband.”

She turns her attention to the screen. The prostitute who breaks the family is yelling and chasing the lead character’s car, screaming her frustration.

“Jesus.” You whisper, feeling sorry for the prostitute but also sympathy for the leading character and the horrendous scene Marta witnessed.

Marta snorted, “and the school security had to come and drag her out of the scene. Yeah, a total mess.”

Your phone buzzes in your hand.

Andy: I’m here.

“Boyfriend?” Marta lets out a knowing smirk.

“Yupp.” You grab your purse, standing up from the couch as Marta takes another swig from her coke, “have a nice night!”

“You too!”

Andy seems distracted.

“You okay?” You cover his fist with your palm, the chillness on his wristwatch bites into your skin.

You have noticed his zoning out ever since you got in his car. However, you decided to stay silent, knowing well that Andy would be vocal when he wants to be.

Andy snaps out from whatever headspace he was in. He smiles apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

You sigh, allowing his hand to turn, and wrap your hand with his, “you know, we can wrap this up. If you are feeling under the weather.” Which you take a guess and assume he isn’t. Pain or sickness is the type of uncomfort where his brows will tie a knot, or clenching his jaw, or both. Not the type where he would zone out.

Something is definitely on his mind.

“No, umm, we still have one more course and a dessert?” Andy closes his eyes for a brief moment, reopening them, landing them on you, “it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Andy. Andy!” You have to raise your voice a little to regain his attention. You squeeze his hand, to stop his movement of asking the waiter to come, “the dessert is already here.”

He runs a hand through his beard, sounding more apologetic, “God, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t, Andy.”

To say you are not disappointed, not even a little bit in your date would be a lie.

He’s been burying himself in faculty business and you haven’t seen each other in five days.

You thought it would be a good idea to eat, talk, and relax.

You motion for the waiter to come, smiling softly to Andy in the meantime: “Let’s just wrap it up here, shall we? We can go to your place, watch some cliché movies, and cuddle on the couch - Check, please. I’ll pay with my card - What?” You smack his arm lightly when you see the grin on his lips, knowing his grin could never result in anything good.

“Nothing. Just picturing you as my sugar mommy.”

“ANDY - ” You chew on your lower lip, practically hissing at him, when you feel the waitress glancing at you with complicated expressions, “STOP!”

“Just kidding, sweetheart.” He pecks your lips, grinning wider, “I’ll pull up the car out front.”

You watch him as he shrugs on his suit jacket. He does look less heavy than a couple of minutes ago. You hope that’s a good sign.

Light jokes and stolen kisses fill his car on your way back. He asks you to kiss him and say you love him even if the car behind yours is horning for him to move. Putting your hand on his thigh the entire time, looking at you with sad eyes every time you pull your hand back.

“I love you, Andy.” You giggle, dodging his tickling kisses when his beard scratches your neck and your collarbone, nipping his chin, feeling the stinging sensation on your lips, “thought we’re gonna Netflix and chill.”

He pins you to the wall, attacking your neck once more, “hmm, we’re skipping Netflix. ” Before he sucks another mark on your throat. “Say it again.” He purrs.

“Love you.”

He grips your waist.

“I.” Peck. “Love.” Peck. “You.” Peck. “Too.” Peck. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Confessions of love bloom your heart with warmth.

You love him.

And he loves you too.

“I want you, Andy. Please.” You lick your lips, pupils dilated, throat dry. You love him, and you will show him that.

“You want to make me feel good, baby? Take my cock in your mouth?” He caresses your chin, his thumb pushes into your lips, toying with the tip of your tongue, his voice husky, “will you suck me off real good, sweet girl?”

You want to please him. You are craving his touch. You kneel on the floor, bury your face in his crotch, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

You will be good for him. Do as he says. Let his salty cum flood your mouth.

“Words, baby.” He unzips his pants, rubbing himself beneath a thin layer of cotton.

“Yes. Yes Sir.” You breathe. Your hands on his thighs to steady yourself, when he lowers his boxers and his heavy cock springs out.

His fingers thread through your hair, twirling it into a ponytail. His beautiful cock is hard, leaking, angry red head flushed. You can’t wait to take him in your mouth.

“Go on then.” He whispers.

You aren’t experienced, to say the least. You don’t know much about how, so you operated on instinct, wrapping your lips around the head, sucking it like a popsicle. Your tongue traced the smooth skin around the slit. The taste of his pre-cum lingers in your mouth, urging you to go deeper, taking him as much as you could.

You flatten your tongue, lowering your head a few inches more.

Until the large cock of his opens your mouth wide.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He groans, tangling his hand into your hair tighter, “that’s it, suck my cock, baby. Oh fuuuuuck, just like that.”

You want to speak but your mouth is completely stuffed. The light tug on your hair, his thighs tensing, the heavy cock on your tongue. You can’t help but moan.

Make it wet. Slippery. Messy.

Your drool flows out of your lips, dripping on his balls.

The moan must have vibrated and stimulated his cock, because he bucks his hips as if on cue.

Hitting the roof of your mouth.

You whimper, as he grips harder on your neck, dangerously close to cutting your air ventilation and blood circulation all at once.

“You like being a cocksucker, huh? Like being used?” Andy grunts as he bucks his hips into your mouth, holding you still, “is that what you want, sweetness? Be my little whore? Tell me, do you want me to fuck all your holes until you are fucked dumb? Filled to the brim with my cum?”

You try to shake your head, but his hold unwavering even if he senses your head moving. It’s getting harder to breathe with your nose without choking.

“God, I love your lips swollen.” Andy let loose of your neck for a moment, allowing you to pull yourself up for a breath. His eyes dark, seeping with domination and the pleasure it brings.

He slaps on your breasts, leaving red marks on them. “C’mon, sweetheart, say you are a perfect little fucktoy for me.”

“Andy, I-”

He doesn’t wait for your sentence to end before he pushes your head back on his cock, pushing your head to take more. Push. Push. Push.

His cock hitting the roof of your mouth.

Push.

His cock hits your throat.

Push.

His cock pushing past your gag reflex, having your throat contract violently.

“Say you’re my fucktoy.” He hisses, “say it!” As he buries your head, taking every inch of him, your nose hitting his cervix.

You start to panic. Pushing his thighs, leaning your head back to breathe. His hand at the back of your head makes it hard to move. To breathe.

Andy moans, not letting his hand go for a second, “so perfect for me. My pretty little toy. So obedient. Taking me so well.”

Your saliva with his pre-cum pushes the back of your nose, having you struggle. To pull back. To cough.

He tugs your ponytail to draw a few inches back, before pushing your head to fully take his cock again.

Take. Take. Take.

Take everything there is on you. Your air. Your mind. Your senses.

Your vision starts to have blind spots.

Your knees quivering.

You truly feel like a toy in his hands.

“Oh, that’s right, you can’t talk right now, can you?” He mocks, “dumb little toy busy sucking my balls dry.”

Tears streaking down your cheek. His cock in your throat, feeling every squeeze. You’re about to vomit. His large cock is pressing your throat and your tongue so hard that you feel you are about to suffocate and hurl.

Please, Andy, read me. Know I’m not feeling well.

You look at him with your teary eyes. Noises coming down from your throat.

Please, Andy. I can’t.

Andy growls, seeing you beg so silently makes him harder, “so warm. Your throat. Fuck, I’m close. You’re gonna swallow every drop, baby, get it?”

It’s not a question.

It’s a demand.

What’s the safeword? Apple. Except you can’t safeword. Not with your mouth full.

You have agreed on a sign when you can’t speak. To put a stop to it. To this.

What is it?

Your throat bulges when his dick shoves in completely. Burning. Hurting.

You are not aroused. The wetness on your pussy stopped some time ago.

You feel humiliated by his choice of words. And you shiver whenever his hand is on your cheek or your throat.

You don’t like this anymore.

What’s the sign when you can’t speak?

What is it?

Your head pounding.

Your oxygen thinner and thinner.

Your throat contracts so tight but could not get the obnoxious thing out.

Andy’s cum floods your throat with a shout.

Your ears ringing.

Your conscious slipping.

Your stomach about to turn itself over.

Tap on his thigh twice.

Now you remember.

[greypetrel]

WIP Wednesday

I've been tagged by @melisusthewee, whom I thank for giving me the chance to share!

Since I already post wips for drawing, here you go with something written... I'm planning out the DadWolf AU, I'm gonna write it down but it needs some worldbuilding first. But my hands are quicker than my brain so... some brewing for some DRAMA, three years after this, they're both 21. (It's basically a modern time AU, so... Yeah, you know what happened to poor Cullen.)

More and a silly doodle of Aisling and Cullen at 15, before stuff went wrong, under the cut! Consider yourself tagged if you see this!

Aisling. [ Hey, stranger! Let’s see if you’ll reply this time… Are you still in Denerim or have you been reassigned? :) ]

Cullen. [ Hello. Yes. Why? ]

Aisling. [ Wonderful! Are you free to see an old friend? I’ll be in Denerim for a three days seminar, the weekend after this, but I’m free after the lessons. Ydun is coming too, but… What about doing something together? It’s been ages since I saw you, those enslavers didn’t even let you get home for First Day… ]

Cullen. [ Is Ydun ok? ]

Aisling. [ Of course, I already told her. I can see her often anyway, so you have the precedence. As for what… Nothing fancy, even just a cup of coffee to catch up? You tell me how much time do you have. Or I think our AirBnB has a tv: Netflix and chill? We can order pizza and eat it on the couch, for old time’s sake. You can choose the movie, I maaaaay also be willing to finally see Top Gun. If you ask nicely. ]

Cullen. [ My free evening is on Saturday, but I already have plans. ]

Aisling. [ Oh. Yeah, sounds right, you get so little free time… Sorry if I insisted. Well… If you get five minutes free, give me a call? I’d love to see you again, I’ve missed you. You get so little time to chat, and you disappeared these last months… And I feel like it’s only me speaking. Sorry, I must be bothering you. ]

Cullen. [ I’m very busy.

*2 hours later*I will be at this pub with some people, if you really want to join. *location forwarded* ]

Aisling. [ :D That would be wonderful! We’ll be there, sure! Any dress code we should know of? Only uniforms allowed, should I show up in lab coat, rubber gloves and goggles? I look like Gollum with goggles. u_u ]

Cullen. [ Just dress normal if you really want to come. 8pm. ]

Aisling. [ Ok? Sure… Can’t wait! :D ]

Aisling stared at her phone and that exchange for the tenth time since it happened, those weeks ago. She read and read it again, not understanding. Something was off, she could tell… Or well, it would have been off three years ago, before he left, with the shy, kind boy that was her best friend since kindergarten.  Maybe he was just too busy to stay on his phone. Maybe it was really just that. He was an officer after all, graduated with flying colours as Mia informed her -they had a party at the Rutherfords to celebrate, but Cullen didn’t show up. Cullen, actually, hadn’t written nor replied in the last six months, not even to Mia. He had responsibilities, and… Well.

A hand blocked her visual of the screen, taking the phone away from her hand with a huff.

“You’ll dig a hole in the screen if you’ll keep staring at it, doll.”

Ydun told her, looking herself at the screen and frowning, exactly as the times she showed her the messages and asked for her opinion.

“I know but… He was strange, and I’m worried. Should I write him again? Ask him if it’s still confirmed for Saturday?” She asked her, leaning her head over her shoulder. The fabric of her tailleur was rough under her cheek, but she didn’t mind that much.

“He sounds like an asshole. Write to call it off, we’ll just be losing time.”

“He’s my best friend, and Dorian’s. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. He’s not an asshole, I know when he’s strange and I’m worried for him.”

“He’s an officer in the military, Ash. He invited us, two elves, one a Dalish and the other a mage, to a party full of militaries. Add the fact that lesbianism doesn’t really help. It’s not the invitation of a nice person.”

“Maybe they’re good people. He is. And I’m bi.”

Ydun turned to look at her, a silent, very doubtful question on her sharp face, tattooed in deep crimson. Aisling knew that expression as well as she knew her Vallaslin, she didn’t need to look up to know. She frowned in all answer, scuddling closer on her seat to get closer to her girlfriend, hugging her arm with a sigh.

“You can stay home. I’ll go, check he’s still in one piece and get right back.”

“Sure, what a marvellous idea.” Ydun snorted, very sarcastically, poking at her arm. “You’ll need someone to protect you, I’ll be there with you, doll, of course.”

Aisling didn’t like when Ydun called her doll. She didn’t like when she treated her like a damsel in distress, just because she was emotional. She was a mage, writing her dissertation for her BA in Physics, and listening to her tutor, she will get into any MA program she wanted. She and Dorian just needed to choose a program and a place, and whether to make the leap and leave home. Together, because loneliness was scary and papae Solas confirmed them that they did their best when they worked side by side anyway.

…she wanted to see Cullen, and ask him. When she was scared about whether to apply to Physics or not, or just to find work because she didn’t feel competent enough, just a pale imitation of her brother, it had been Cullen who talked her down her fears and convinced to send the application. He had been right. And she… She missed him. In those three years they had seen each other a handful of times, and always briefly. He had no time to write -Mia, Branson and Rosalie all confirmed that he wasn’t writing much to them either.

She missed Cullen, and she would have seen him on Saturday.

She got her cellphone back and wrote him.

Aisling. [ Hey, stranger! On my way to Denerim in an uncomfortable train. Answer me when you can.All confirmed for Saturday? :) ]

Cullen. (3 hours later) [ Confirmed. ]

Aisling. [ Yay!! Can’t wait! ^O^ I got so much to tell you! Ydun too can’t wait to meet you, finally! Any chance to get to an Ed Sheeran concert? I’d love to be reminded what’s good music in comparison and have a pizza afterwards, honestly. ]

*no reply*

[nonadhesiveness]

Teacher AU + Secret Relationship?

This one needs some serious fleshing out—if I were to write the real thing, I’d incorporate flashbacks and give Elizabeth an arc of her own—but here’s the basic idea:

Henry is a professor at UVA. One morning, at a faculty meeting, he spots a new face—a stunning blonde. The woman catches him staring and smiles. Henry quickly looks away and tries to pay attention to the meeting, but his gaze keeps drifting back to the woman. The more he looks at her, the more he feels there’s something familiar about her. The Dean introduces the woman as Elizabeth Adams, a former CIA analyst who’s joining the PoliSci department, but even with her name Henry still can’t place her.

After the meeting, Elizabeth comes over. She introduces herself, and before Henry can do likewise, she reveals she already knows his name and subject. This unnerves Henry slightly—he’s not sure if she knows about him because they have met or if it’s something to do with her being ex-CIA. He apologises for staring at her and says he thought she looked familiar. Elizabeth tells him they were at UVA at the same time—Henry was a TA for a class she took briefly (she quit after only one seminar). Henry jokes his seminars must have been pretty bad if she quit that soon. Elizabeth laughs, then confesses she thought the seminar was great but after she asked out the TA and he stood her up she felt too embarrassed to show her face again. Henry is confused, but then it hits him: He remembers meeting Elizabeth when she was a first-year and he was a grad student. They got to talking after that first seminar, spent hours at a coffee shop, and then—against his better judgment—he agreed to a date. But just when he was about to leave for their date, his ex showed up. He missed the date and eventually ended up getting back together with his ex. 

In the present, Henry apologises for standing Elizabeth up. She says it’s okay—he can make it up to her by getting a coffee together now. He agrees. As they have a coffee and chat, he remembers how much he liked Elizabeth before and how much he regretted missing their date. When they finish, Elizabeth suggests they could meet up again sometime. Henry is a little reluctant; he says it’s frowned on for colleagues to be involved, especially given a recent harassment case. Elizabeth points out it can’t be more frowned on than a TA dating his student, and Henry has to agree. He really likes Elizabeth, so he agrees to a date. Elizabeth makes a joke at his expense about not standing her up this time.

One date turns into two, two into three… Elizabeth and Henry meet up for coffees/lunches, but they never go out in the evening or on weekends or away from campus. Elizabeth doesn’t say anything at first, but eventually she asks why they only meet at work, especially if he’s concerned about relationships between colleagues being frowned on. Henry tries to evade the question, but Elizabeth feels like he’s hiding something—or trying to hide her. When she continues to probe, he suggests maybe this was a mistake, that they should end things, and he leaves without further explanation. 

That evening, Henry is making dinner when the doorbell rings. Before he can stop her, his daughter, Stevie, abandons her homework and runs to answer the door. Henry follows her and finds Elizabeth on the doorstep. Henry tells Stevie to go back to her homework. Before Henry can say anything to Elizabeth, Elizabeth suggests he’s married and that’s why he’s been trying to keep their relationship secret. Henry says it isn’t like that, but when Elizabeth asks what it is like and he doesn’t answer, she walks away. Henry is torn between going back inside to Stevie and chasing after Elizabeth, but he really likes Elizabeth and feels he owes her the truth, so he follows her. He explains he was in an on/off relationship with Stevie’s mother, the ex who showed up the day they were supposed to have their first date; after he returned from the Marines they had a daughter, but when Stevie was only six months old her mother left, leaving a note saying she never wanted to be a mother and having Stevie was a huge mistake. Henry explains he only meets Elizabeth at work because he has Stevie to look after, and he was worried about introducing someone new into Stevie’s life when there was a chance that person would leave and it would be like being abandoned all over again.

Elizabeth says he could have told her the truth—she would have understood. But maybe the real truth is that Henry wanted to keep her at a distance because, as much as he fears Stevie could be hurt, he also fears committing to someone else could result in him being hurt again too. Elizabeth says she’s sorry he and Stevie had to go through that and she’s sorry she turned up unannounced—she just wanted to talk to him because the break up was so sudden and unexpected and she really liked him. She wishes him goodnight and leaves.

Henry returns to Stevie. Stevie asks if Elizabeth is his girlfriend. Henry says no, Elizabeth is just a colleague. Stevie gives him a look—she’s not stupid. She says she’s noticed how much happier Henry has been recently and she knows he keeps texting someone. When pushed, Henry admits he and Elizabeth might have been a little more than colleagues, but it doesn’t matter now. He might like Elizabeth, maybe even love her (if only he’d let himself), but Stevie is his priority. Stevie tells him not everyone is like her mom and she wants him to be happy—he should go after Elizabeth. 

Henry doesn’t go. Instead, he spends all night thinking about what Stevie said and what Elizabeth said. Maybe his real fear is history repeating itself—choosing the wrong person and ending up being hurt again. Maybe if he’d met Elizabeth for that first date instead of indulging his ex, everything would have worked out okay. But if that had happened he never would have had Stevie, and he wouldn’t trade her for anything—even to avoid all the heartbreak with his ex and the struggle of being a single dad. Maybe Elizabeth reappearing now is a second chance, maybe things could go right this time. He’ll never know unless he takes a risk.

The following afternoon, when Elizabeth is packing up to head home, Henry knocks on her office door. She seems surprised to see him—and even more surprised when she sees who’s with him. At first Henry doesn’t know what to say—awkward silence—but then Stevie elbows him. He tells Elizabeth he and Stevie are going out for Friday night burgers and bowling and they were wondering if Elizabeth would like to join them. Elizabeth checks, “As colleagues?” Henry says, “As my girlfriend.” Elizabeth grins. “Let me grab my coat.”

Thanks for the ask!

[ireceived-p8250000]

October 6-12, 2013

Sunday:

I attended Krissy's daughter's christening, brought gifts, and handed over some money. Afterward, I went home early, preferring not to hang out with the crowd.

Monday:

Classes were engaging. Computer Science was especially fun. The school paper came out today and featured a candid photo of me, which felt a bit odd.

In experimental psychology, we designed another experiment focused on correlation and divided the roles among the group. Philosophy class was interesting, though the professor seemed stuck in the late 90s, trying too hard to be cool. I kept my reactions deadpan and bantered with him a bit.

After classes, I had a meeting with the officers about an upcoming seminar arranged by Ma'am Gladys, Mansoor's boss. Later, I went to the gym and learned hand and foot strokes, which left me feeling both exhausted and accomplished.

Tuesday:

I deposited my money into another account, feeling more financially secure than ever. I even considered buying new shoes for Dad. Abnormal Psychology class was engaging, though Mansoor was absent again. We finally got our copy of the DSM-5, which was exciting but a bit dull to go through.

In history class with Sir Apollo, his intense stares made me uncomfortable yet intrigued. After class, Myla and I chatted about lipstick, and Sir Apollo watched us with a smirk.

I waited in the SAO with Mansoor and Vivian for my Ecology class. After class, Mansoor and I walked together. Robbie seemed to have an inkling about our relationship, but I brushed it off as just being friends.

We detoured to the Rose Garden and stopped at Mother Earth convenience store to buy expensive chocolate for my dad. We shared a piece and kissed, trying to keep it discreet.

Mansoor asked about my past kisses, which brought back a flood of memories, including Sir Apollo. I admitted he was my fourth kiss. Despite feeling slightly uneasy, Mansoor was understanding and we kissed again.

"How many guys have you kissed?" he asked.

Suddenly, all those flashbacks of guys I kissed flashed in my mind, including Sir Apollo. I didn't answer. I swallowed, and I think he heard that.

"Hindi ako magagalit. It's not a big deal."

"Well, uh... you're the fourth."

"Akala ko isa lang naging boyfriend mo?"

"Yes, the second one was from a club I went to once and the third was... same."

"Teka, ito ba yung sa Ampersand?"

I nodded slowly. "I was drunk and caught off guard. It didn't mean anything. Tsaka di pa tayo noon."

He nodded with no judgment whatsoever. He tilted his head for a kiss again.

"Your lips are so sweet," he said.

I gave the chocolate to Dad when I got home and asked what he wanted for his birthday because I had money now.

"Dad, do you want new shoes? What do you want?"

"I want a massage."

I asked if it was possible. Mama said it was okay. So I decided to treat them to a spa. I asked Roxanne to help me out. She suggested some options.

Wednesday:

Our experiment progressed well, leaving me tired but fulfilled.

Thursday:

In Abnormal Psychology, Mansoor attended, and we participated in a role-playing session. Other classes involved more role-playing and cultural presentations. The day was packed with activities, leaving me little time to think about my interactions with Sir Apollo.

Roxanne suggested a spa for my parents, and I had to create a Facebook poster for an assignment, which took two hours. After Ecology class, Mansoor waited for me again, and Robbie questioned our frequent meetings. I insisted we were just hanging out.

At home, I talked to Roxanne about Sunday plans. Mansoor called, and I kicked Roxanne out to talk privately. Our conversation mostly centered on politics, including the recent Zamboanga siege and the pork barrel scam.

Friday:

Friday was chaotic. In Philosophy, Djang and April teased me, hinting at my relationship with Mansoor. During lunch, they pressured me to admit it. Rumors were spreading, and Robbie had apparently seen us holding hands.

"Umamin ka na kasi, pinagpapawisan ka oh!" Djang said.

"Alam na namin, may mga nakakakita sa inyo!" Sarah added.

"How?" I asked.

"Naghoholding hands!"

"Pics or didn't happen!" I demanded.

"Nakita kayo ni Robbie!"

This interaction was during lunch. I still denied it.

They kept on asking and pressuring me.

We had our experiment reporting. I told Mansoor about it and he said to just come out in the open. I still said no out of principle.

I didn't know but he seemed pissed slightly.

"I don't like hiding it anymore."

"I don't like hiding it too, but I don't want to pay the amount I said I'd pay."

"Is it a very big amount?"

"For me, yes. I mean, I can earn that in a week, but just giving it away?"

He tilted his head back. "BUT IF there was no agreement... I mean, yun lang ba ang reason kaya ayaw mo that we'll be out?"

"Yes! If it wasn't that stupid agreement, I'd hold your hands in front of them. I'd tell everyone you are my boyfriend. I want to post stupid photos of us online. I want them to see us almost hugging."

He just nodded.

Saturday:

Saturday arrived and it was Abnormal Psych class again, and he was absent. We met up with groupmates for the cultural dance project.

In the afternoon, we had economics activities and a bit of math. Then off to history class. My heart still jumps out when I see Sir Apollo. We had an essay activity, so it was a bit quiet. During the discussion, he shared anecdotes of his childhood.

Djang texted me saying, "Alam na namin. Don't worry about the ₱700 basta happy kayong dalawa."

I sent a question mark.

"Wag na kayo magtago!" she replied.

Sir Apollo was winking and saying something, smiling. I ignored him because I had more pressing matters. Roxanne texted me about tomorrow and where to eat, so I told her to just plan that.

I looked for Djang and found her with Hollmae and the others.

"What do you mean?" I widened my eyes.

"Sus, okay lang. Pinunit ko na contract natin oh." Djang said, but I looked at April, Sheryl, and Mia. They weren't saying the truth.

"So how did you know?"

"So kayo mga?" We had to go to a corner to talk.

"Sinabi mo?" I asked Hollmae.

"Hindi! Ewan ko!" She got scared.

"Oh so kayo nga!" Sarah exploded with a laugh.

"Oo na! Walang singilan ah."

"Uhh actually," Rox was vacillating.

"I knew it, you girls are hiding something."

Djang fished out a pocket of hundreds.

"Kinausap ako ni Kuya Mansoor kanina."

Turns out, my boyfriend paid for that penalty so I would still have the integrity of keeping the promise. He knew how important it was for me to keep my word. He told Djang not to tell me, but the girls felt guilty about it.

I took the money and was going to keep it.

"Hoy!" they all interjected.

"Bakit, sa boyfriend ko to eh!"

"Ibalik mo yan, gashunh," they laughed.

"No, it's mine now."

"Evil stepmother ka talaga," Djang joked.

After Ecology class, Mansoor picked me up. It was a relief that I didn't have to lie or hide. It was still the same, no touchy-feely, no corny carrying your bag. We just went. We passed by the SAO first and they smiled at me. Apparently, he already told them who I was—his girlfriend.

We walked out and held hands. It was pure joy that I could hold his hand in front of the University.

"Happy?" he asked.

"I know what you did." His face ashened. I fished out the bills and gave it to him.

"Ano ginawa mo?"

"Naguoltu din sila. I made them squeak. Thank you. I didn't know you were like this. Thank you. You're just so different."

"Well, sa savings account ko yan eh. But binawi mo."

He took it.

"Alam mo, we should get them some treats."

"Good idea."

"Manlibre ka naman," I joked.

"No, I need to buy a new phone." He answered while I laughed.

I rested my head on his shoulder and hugged his arm.

"Kiss me," I told him. And he did. We were still at the vicinity of the University. I didn't care who saw it.

I posted our photos on Twitter and only Djang and him could see it. But then I decided to create an album of him titled ❤️M72713❤️. It's just all his photos.

By the way, my vibrator finally arrived.

[midorismorningsessions]

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i'll reply when i'm available.

this was his final message to me before he deactivated. since then, i have become a mess. i feel like i'm shouting to the void every time i send an email to him. i haven't really made much progress on my thesis and internship, and now with the annual journalism seminar coming our way, it adds more fuel to the fire that burns around me.

i haven't cried much, sure. but i still find myself looking back on our conversations and remembering how happy i was chatting with him about the randomest of topics. he provided a safe place for me to be my completely unhinged, foul-mouthed, brash self without all the repercussions. and you can guess how hard it is to let a fucking amazing friend go just like this.

i see him on his boyfriend's instagram stories, laughing and chatting away with his friends. this is how it should be, i think to myself. but of course, i still feel sad. i genuinely enjoyed talking to him, and now, we don't even greet each other whenever we bump into one another. i'm scared i'll be bothering him, even if he has reassured me multiple times that i'm not and that he feels the same way too. the only thing i can do now is look on from afar and try to process this overwhelming grief consuming me day by day. everytime i think about this whole thing or type one of the essays here or even record an episode, i am just completely overwhelmed and devastated. it was like being ditched so early on in my thesis journey, but the irony of him being a witness to the heartbreak that it caused me just as i was about to completely do a 180-degree turn with the release of my album is absolutely audacious.

i wonder to myself if we're still friends after all this time. will i ever put this sadness behind me when we get in touch again? will i ever get to talk to him again the way we used to? i honestly don't want it to end like this.

maybe there are seasons for things, but i didn't want this season to end yet. especially not like how things ended between us. it's so hard when i couldn't even do anything to make his burdens a little lighter. i don't even know if my thoughts are reaching him. do they? even his boyfriend doesn't answer my queries. i hope he does, but i don't know. it's so hard when the only thing i can do is just look on and hope he somehow pulls through.

and now...i don't even have anyone i could talk to as casually as i did to him. all my other friends are busy with their own lives. it feels lonesome to be left alone every time, while other people spend their time with their own friends. while i've gotten used to it, having people i could actually spend my time with without the thought of bothering them is still a yearning i have all this time. the void he left is so unimaginable, incomprehensible, unavoidable...how am i supposed to live without you now?

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today's ending theme is leann rimes' how do i live. enjoy listening!

[bucksfucks]

stress relief

summary: they say an orgasm reduces stress—bucky puts that to the test.

pairing: librarian!bucky x f!college!reader

word count: 2,364 words

warnings: jealous!reader, stress, talk of school (exams, midterms, etc), thigh riding, cocky!bucky, lots of teasing, definitely a metal arm kink, even a dog tag kink, pubic hair, bucky eating you out on a library chair, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, bucky has a hair pulling kink, mocking, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

The library was the one place you could always go to find quiet. It was never necessarily a place where you could slow down; drowning in proposals, research papers, and God knows what else your advisor needed. 

But you could always seek a few hours of quiet and an aura of calmness even if it was a forced aesthetic for Instagram stories that would give the illusion of productivity.

You were there to work. 

So it didn’t help that the librarian happened to be none other than Bucky Barnes. A man with a reputation, and despite the multiple libraries on campus, it was his that seemed to be busy almost always. 

Everyone wanted a glimpse of him, dog tags creating soft clinks as his heavy boots thudded along the carpeted floors of the stacks and squeaked along the scuffed laminate floors of the study spaces.

He almost always wore tight black shirts with dark jeans making his most uncommon feature stand out that much more—the black and gold metal prosthetic that had you drooling.

It was inappropriate, but that man was walking sex appeal, an Adonis of a man who regularly sent you winks from across the room and a thumbs up after asking you about your day. 

You appreciated how chatty he got, needing the break from the mind-numbing amount of readings you had to do just to keep up with your courses. 

Still, sitting in the library, headphones blaring music that was supposed to help you concentrate and all you could think about was Bucky’s hands all over you.

Maybe it was embarrassing how you were known as a library regular to Bucky, sitting yourself in one of the corner desks as you crammed for the multiple seminars, presentation, meetings, midterms, and exams all while everyone else seemed to be chatting and giggling away around you. 

You also felt a pang of jealously when a group of pretty girls flocked the information desk that Bucky sat at, making him laugh as he wore his infamous panty-dropping smirk. 

They were young, bright and full of energy unlike your grad-school self. 

No, you were fuelled by coffee and cheap dining hall sandwiches and the occasional energy drink that made you nauseous and wake up with a raging headache but hey, at least you got that paper done. 

Maybe Bucky just took pity on you, seeing the stress practically oozing from you as you chewed on your lip with a look on your face that said what the fuck?

Whatever it was, he always made your days just a little bit better, and for that, you were grateful. 

Today was no different, having three different exams in a row and to put it lightly, you didn’t know what the fuck was going on in any of the courses. 

It was a Friday night, which meant that the library became increasingly desolate as the hours ticked by. But exams started Monday and you were taking all the extra time you needed to prep. 

Unfortunately for you, you had lost track of time, a gentle tap on your shoulder startling you as you tugged your earbuds out of your ears in a panicked haste before you relaxed.

It was only Bucky. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He smiled softly, a chuckle passing through his lips as you shook your head. 

“No don’t worry, I just scare easy.” You joked, watching him laugh, scrunching his nose in the process and oh you were in deep. 

“I hate to do this, Blossom, but I’ve gotta start closing.” He informed you as you clicked your phone’s home screen to get the time, groaning as you realized you let the time slip away from you. 

“Oh man, I’m so sorry Bucky. I-I didn’t even realize what time it was.” You said, trying to quickly organize your scattered papers and various uncapped highlighters before Bucky clasped his hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey.” His soft tone caused you to stop and look at him.

“Stay, okay?” He offered with a gentle expression. 

“Keep studying until I finish closing and then we can walk out together, yeah?” His words left you stunned, not only at his generosity, but at the fact that you and Bucky would be all alone in the library. 

You nodded your head, feeling him squeeze your shoulder, temporarily relieving the build up of tension. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” you tell him honestly.

“It’ll be our little secret.” He winks, turning on his heels and giving you one last glance over his shoulders. 

You manage to focus for another fifteen minutes before your thoughts are running wild and you can hear the familiar thudding of his footsteps. 

Bucky doesn’t say anything at first, pulling up a chair to sit beside you.

“How’s it coming?” 

You look at him and throw your head back with a groan, “I think I’m tapping out for the night.” 

He chuckles again, cocking his head to the side as he lets his eyes slip from yours for a split second.

“I see you in here studying practically everyday, I think you’re being a little too hard on yourself, Blossom.” He lets out, putting the caps over your highlighters. 

“You deserve a break, that’s for sure.” He smirks as you raise your eyebrows.

“I deserve a bottle of wine and an uninterrupted night with my vibrator.” You chortle, watching the way your words catch Bucky’s attention. 

It’s silent, tension falling between you both and you think you’ve ruined the sweet moment you were having. 

“A good orgasm is a great way to deal with stress,” he cocks his head, leaning against the chair as his thighs are on display. 

“No need to tell me twice, maybe if I didn’t come home exhausted I’d actually get the chance.” You quip watching the way Bucky crosses his arms and cocks his head at you. 

“You want one?” He asks and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“One what?” You ask, watching him lean forward, planting his elbows on his thighs. 

“An orgasm. Do you want one?” Your eyes go wide, mouth dropping as Bucky just shrugs his shoulder as if he had just offered you a piece of gum. 

“I can see how stressed you are, Blossom. It’s the least I can do.” That goddamn nickname sends a shiver down your spine as you’re still trying to figure out if you’d heard him right. 

“That’s a good one, Bucky.” You say, nervously laughing as you try to pack up your various textbooks before Bucky’s cold and heavy hand is stopping you. 

“I’m serious,” you’re still stunned as your eyes dart around the library. 

“Bucky, I mean, we can’t. Here?” You practically whisper yell as he shrugs his shoulders again.

“Why not?” 

You look like a deer in headlights.

“There’s no else left, I made sure to check.” He scoots closer to you until he’s wedging his legs between yours, thighs snug against his. 

“Plus,” he licks his lips. “I’d be lying if I said fuckin’ you over one of these tables hasn’t been on my mind every time I see you.” 

You gasp, breath hitching in your throat as you watch Bucky lick his lip before tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Blossom. All riled up when you see me talkin’ to some other girls,” he brushes some hair away from your face.

“It’s cute.”

You always knew you weren’t subtle, but you didn’t realize how trained Bucky’s eye was.

“We can start easy, one orgasm right here.” He pats his thigh.

Your pussy jumps, core aching as his splays his hands over his thick thighs invitingly.

“Just one?” You ask.

“Just one.” Bucky repeats as he helps you up and over his thigh.

“But I don’t think one’ll cover it, Blossom. You seem pretty stressed.” He smirks, tone cocky as you suck in a harsh breath when he bumps his leg up against you.

You use your hands to steady yourself, warm flesh against where his prosthetic fuses with the rest of him.

“Look at me, Blossom,” he purrs. “I want you to look at me while you ride my thigh.”

You don’t need to be told twice, maintaining eye contact as you shyly move your hips over his leg.

The friction is enough to make soft pants leave through your lips, Bucky’s fingers deep against your hips.

“I think you need a little help,” he hums, bouncing his leg as you move against him.

“There’s no need to be shy, Blossom.” He whispers against the skin of your neck—hot breath and gentle kisses—as you let your eyes flutter closed.

“Been wanting to have you all to myself since the first time you stepped through these doors.”

His words leave butterflies fluttering in your tummy, but the feeling of his thigh against your clit is more pressing.

“Mmm, good girl, Blossom. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He teases, one cool hand snaking up the sweater you’re wearing to toy with your nipples.

“When’s the last time you had an orgasm, hmm?” He questions, palming your breast as you let out a moan.

“When’s the last time you’ve had someone’s mouth on that sweet pussy of yours, eating you out until you couldn’t breath?”

Goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin at his words, a mewl leaving your lips.

“Months,” you hiss in response.

You can hear him hum.

“Well that’s just no fair to you, Blossom.” He mocks gently, continuing to rock your hips against his thigh.

“I think I wanna see you come. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you come over my thigh and soak your panties?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at your lobe.

It doesn’t take much more before you feel your abdomen contracting with the force of your orgasm that bubbles through your entire body leaving you breathless and squirming.

“Mmm, look so good coming for me, Blossom.” He purrs, massaging your hips as he lets you come down from your high.

Your eyes are tired and heavy when you open them again, lips parted before Bucky slots his over yours. His lips are soft and he tastes faintly like Redbull as you moan against his lips.

“Was one enough?” He hums, “or are you gonna be greedy and ask for another?” He smirks as you swallow thickly.

“Another.”

He seems happy with your answer, helping you stand on your shaky legs as you have to grab onto his dangling dog tags to keep yourself balanced.

Bucky kneels in front of you, kissing above your bellybutton as he hooks his fingers under your pants and panties to drag them down your legs as you shudder at the cool air.

His nose bumps against the hair decorating your mound, humming before he looks up at you.

“Sit, on the chair,” he instructs and you do as you’re told—planting yourself on the chair, watching Bucky move between your thighs to place your legs over his shoulders.

“Now remember, Blossom.” He smirks, “make as much noise as you want.”

He doesn’t say anything else, instead, diving in head first as he licks and sucks until you’re squirming under him—overstimulated from the previous orgasm.

“So fucking sweet,” he groans, fingers prodding against your entrance before he’s stretching you out and there’s nothing you can grip onto except his hair.

You tug at the locks, sending a groan through his chest.

“Keep doing that,” he breathes.

He curls his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you can’t stop your legs from tightening around his face.

“Can feel how close you are, gonna cum all over my face?” He cooes against your pussy, watching the way your head lolls back and your chest is falling and rising rapidly.

“Well don’t hold back, Blossom. Let me hear you.” He purrs before you feel your orgasm gripping you once again.

His name leaves your lips, fingers in his hair as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Holy fuck,” you pant, opening your eyes to see Bucky rise to his height and you can see the outline of his bulge.

He leans down so he’s face to face with you, smirking, “sweetest pussy in the whole goddamn world.”

You’re past the point of being embarrassed or worried, the two orgasm Bucky delivered far too overwhelming as he tugs you up and over the desk you were studying at for hours.

You hear his belt buckle unfasten, zipper going down as Bucky’s cold metal hand grips at the supple flesh of your ass.

    “What a fuckin’ dream,” he growls, feeling him line himself up with you as you wiggle your ass to try to tell him that you need this.

“Such a greedy little thing, two orgasms not enough? Need my cock stuffing your sweet pussy too?” His voice is a low rasp as you feel him slide into you.

He keeps you pinned against the table, rocking his hips into you and you can hear the creaking of the table at the force of his thrusts.

“Feels so good, Blossom. Like you were meant for me.” He can’t keep his voice steady, moans freely leaving his lips—the sound enough to start pushing you over the edge.

You can hear his dog tags, feel his fingers digging into your skin, and you can feel him fold his body over yours to whisper in your ear.

“Come for me, Blossom. Mark me as yours.”

You snap, breath sucked out of your lungs as Bucky stills his hips deep inside of you as he cums with a deep groan.

You’re still reeling, head spinning as you realize what had just happened.

Three orgasms. One library. All because of Bucky.

“I didn’t kill you did I, Blossom?” Bucky chuckles breathlessly, helping you up and into his arms to help steady you.

“Maybe a little,” you chuckle lazily, meeting his eyes as he looks down at your softly.

There’s a twinkle in his eye, one that you’ve never seen in him as he runs his thumb over your lip.

“Then let’s get you home so I can take care of you.”

[boldlyvoid]

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✨about me ✨

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Hi! my name is emily, I'm 23 she/they

Capricorn, bisexual, non-binary, autistic, and I have fibromyalgia ✌🏻 overall just a fun time y'know.

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i love: supernatural, star trek, marvel movies, criminal minds, this is us and grey's anatomy !!

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First times Masterlist**

all links to my fics below the cut!

Updated: July 28th, 2021

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Spencer Reid x Reader fics

Hypothetically**~ Ao3 | Tumblr -- 27 chapters, complete. 89k

reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

touch me**~ Ao3 | Tumblr 5.8k

Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

amethyst you so much P1 Ao3 | Tumblr 6.4k

Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

of quartz i will P2** Ao3 | Tumblr 6K

after 2 years of dating, Spencer decides it's finally time to get Y/N something to match her Amethyst bracelet.

Amoreena**~ Ao3 | Tumblr Completed 83k

Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Seven* Tumblr WIP

Summary: Spencer’s been married to Y/N for 7 years now, they have 7 children together and each one is going through something different. Spencer’s always wanted to be the best dad, now he gets to figure out how to be.

the guy at the rock show Ao3 | Tumblr 5.6K

Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.

journey to Camelot** Ao3 | Tumblr 3.8K

When Penelope introduces Spencer to online games, he expects to be spending his nights alone. Yet, somehow every time he comes back from a bad case, he logs on to chat with the ever so lovely user FairlyGwen and getting a lot more than just a helpful tip from her.

Exploration** Ao3 | Tumblr 4.7K

request: season1/2 spencer walking in on reader while she's watching porn in their shared hotel room

Expedition** Tumblr 1.2K

Summary: there's a first time for everything... including joining the mile high club with your boyfriend on the work jet.

10 Days Ao3 | Tumblr 1.4K

it's spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are.

ain't it fun?** Ao3 | Tumblr Masterlist 11K

reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

I'm not kidding!** Tumblr 6K

Spencer keeps getting little notes from a secret admirer, they're nice and sweet at first as they tease him with their crush until she's sending him notes about all the dirty things she wants to do to him

Perfect Timing** Tumblr 1K

spencer and reader have been spending the last month together in the same hotel room during a pretty brutal case. tension has been rising and she's completely in love with him.

what happens when they both think the other won't be back for a while and they want to shower?

Redamancy** Tumblr 5.4K

the co-op librarian at the FBI Academy has been secretly crushing on the smartest agent in the Bureau, TA, Doctor Spencer Reid, and he's been crushing on her too.

Being Neighbourly** Tumblr 1.9K

Request: reader is Spencers neighbour and she can hear him masturbating every night that he's home how do you have her deal with that?

Professional Hair Dresser (Ph.D)** Tumblr 6.4K

summary: after Spencer's knee injury, he starts visiting a salon every week to get his hair washed

36 Questions to Fall in Love Tumblr 8K

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

New Romantics** Tumblr 23k

Summary: She needs help studying for her Case Exercises at the Academy, He needs a date for the annual Banquet... they just so happen to be neighbours who aren't afraid to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping kiss.

Million Dollar Man** | Tumblr WIP 5k so far

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea** | Y/N version | 1-4, 5-9, Epilogue 25.6k

Summary: Fix-it-fic: Dr. Y/L/N and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Prison, Prison Violence, Assault, Blood, Depression, Murder, Self-Hatred, Hurt Spencer Reid, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drug Addiction, References to Drugs, Drug Use, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Romantic Tension, Forbidden Love, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Requited Love, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, past abusive relationship, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

Spencer x Ethan

Ruin it.** Tumblr 5.4K

Summary: Spencer never had sleepovers as a kid, so now that he's an adult he's always sleeping over at Ethan's house, ad he'll take any excuse to crawl into bed beside him.

Warnings: mutual pining, love concessions, blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex (both top and bottom spencer in this), childhood friends to lovers

400 Celebration fics

Reid Me Tumblr 2.5K

Spencer has noticed a beautiful woman at a spirituality booth at the farmers market every Saturday for almost a whole year now. he finally asks her to give him a reading.

mystery of love Tumblr 700

Spencer surprises his wife with a trip to Italy.

Spy Kids Tumblr 900

Spencer and Y/N's kids think that they are secretly spies and request a mission story before bed.

a father's greatest weakness Tumblr 1K

Princess Y/N is betrothed to the Viking king in an effort by her father to keep the peace between their countries, he doesn't expect her to join in the fight to free Scottland.

Luke x Reader

Best Dad Ever 2.8K

Request: angst with a happy ending, reader and luke have been divorced for a few years but have a child, she tries and tries to fall out of love with him but he's around so often that she can't

Spencer x OC

Sugar Honey Ice Tea** Ao3 | WIP 9/10 chapters complete 25.6K

Fix-it-fic: Dr. Beth Pattinson and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Intro to Criminal Minds: Why They Did It Ao3 | Tumblr WIP 6K+

Spencer is teaching a 7-week seminar on the most interesting criminal cases, explaining their actions to understand why they took place. Only, not everyone in the audience is a student.

Criminal Minds x Mindhunter AU

Spencer x OC Peggy Carr

Franklin x Reader

Voulez-Vouz** | 3.2k

Summary: in a small town, everyone knows each other… or at least they think they do.

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, Dom reader, Sub!Perv!franklin, making out, teasing, face sitting, oral (female and male), hand jobs, overstimulation, prostate message, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, let me know if I forgot anything.

Chip x Reader

forever is the sweetest con** | 6.2K

Summary: Reader’s dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they’re lucky, they get his daughter’s number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader’s mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

Raymond x Reader

Alone Together ** | 2.4K

Summary: Raymond moves into a haunted house and ends up sleeping with the ghost who lives there... only he doesn't know that when you fuck a ghost you also become one.

Warnings: details of suicide and murder, blowjobs, pegging, bottom!raymond, top!reader, becoming a ghost, major character death.

Star Trek Masterlist

Star Wars fix it fic

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thanks for all the love, as always,

-Emily <3

[babygirl-187]

Morcia's misadventures in babysitting (fluff, comedy.)

No warnings this time.

This is actually a chapter from my story "Mini genius" on wattpad but can be read as a oneshot.

Summary: Morgan and Garcia babysit Reid's curious 7 year old daughter Ana while he's at a seminar with Rossi.

Spencer had be asked to speak at a recruitment seminar with Rossi the following day and his babysitter had just cancelled on him last minute. "Seriously?!" Spencer accidentally said out loud in slight annoyance. "What's wrong, pretty boy?" Derek asked raising a brow at the sudden outburst. "My babysitter for tomorrow just cancelled and I have to go to a seminar with Rossi." Spencer sighed turning in his chair as Penelope walked in. His saving grace here. "Garcia, is there any chance you can watch Ana for me tomorrow?" Spencer asked. "Well Derek and I were planning a movie night. But we can make it kid friendly and she can join." Penelope smiled. "Kid friendly?" Derek said with slight disappointment in his tone before being elbowed by Penelope in the side. "Ok okay, kid friendly." Derek said with a chuckle.

The following day, Spencer is driving Ana to Penelope's apartment. "I'll be back to get you around 8 or 9 ok? And no guilt tripping your aunt and uncle for sweets. Best behavior." Spencer said as he began to give her the slight run down, "Okay, Daddy." Ana agreed as they pulled in. Getting out of the car, Ana grabs her sparkly kitten backpack that contained her tablet, headphones, snacks and some other random items she might want or need before she and Spencer made their way up to Penelope's apartment.

"Hey, hey." Penelope says greeting them excitedly and she pulls open the door allowing them inside the colorfully decorated room. "Hi, Aunt pen.." Ana smiles rushing to hug her and then hugging Derek. Spencer chats for awhile before heading out to the seminar and then Penelope grabs a bowl of chips and some ice cream from the kitchen before joining Derek and Anabel on the couch. "So what are we watching anyway?" Derek asked as he snacked on the chips. "I was thinking we could let Ana choose." Penelope shrugged. Ana settled on one of the newer star wars movies and they started it, chatting back and forth about it. 

It gets later, Ana is getting sleepy and is waiting on her dad to come pick her up. She dozes on Penelope's couch and Derek covers her with a blanket. "I think we make a great babysitting team, chocolate thunder." Penelope says, believing Ana was sound asleep the two launch into their usual not always so appropriate banter.

Eventually Spencer gets there to pick up Ana, "Daddy!" Ana says happily hugging him, "I wasn't gone that long," Spencer chuckled a little at her enthusiasm, "I still missed you, silly. I always miss you when you're away." Ana says. It hurts his heart to have to be away from her so often and he always misses her just as much. After a little bit more talking the two head home. On the way there they discuss her evening with Garcia and Morgan and how much fun she had. Then finally she asks, "Daddy, what's a flarpy blunderguff?"curiously, Spencer's eyes widen in response having previously heard the definition from Penelope. He knew that's where she'd heard it from. " And how come Aunt Pen calls Uncle Derek..." Ana started, "Woah, lots of questions tonight." Spencer laughs nervously on the inside in disbelief they'd had this conversation in front of her, "Maybe you should ask your Aunt Penelope next time you see her. And I bet Uncle Derek will tell you all about the nickname." Spencer said smiling.

Arriving home, Spencer tucks Ana into bed and settles down in the chair next to her bed with a book of classic fairytales he read to her every single night. Spencer opens the book and begins to read as she snuggles up in her covers holding her stuffed bear he'd gotten her when she was a baby and listens to him intently. Eventually she falls asleep. He sets the large book aside before flipping off the light and exiting.

He pulls out his phone to text Penelope and Derek.

Spencer: Why is my child asking me what a flarpy blunderguff is?

Penelope: OMG NOOO, She wasn't asleep?

Derek: Oh no. What did she hear???

Spencer: Yeah and she wants to know about her uncle Derek's nickname.

Derek: Penelope, oh my god.

Spencer: Which nickname?

Penelope: my big black 12 pack 😥😭

Spencer: it's a good thing I told her to ask you guys about it later then.

Derek: KID

Penelope: You didn't! 😡

Spencer: Have fun with that.

Spencer laughed to himself before tucking his phone away, thinking about how he appreciates such great friends and about how hilariously curious his little daughter was. This explanation was going to be absolutely golden.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Campfire

Summary: You meet up with some other students for beer and ghost stories around the campfire

Pairing: Mikey (hellraiser) x reader (2nd person POV)

Warnings: horror stories (talks of blood and murder), alcohol, probably implied drunk driving (DON’T FUCKING DO THAT!!!), cute fluff, cuddling, hoodie sharing, maybe implied smut and nudity? Just to be safe?

A/N: another story that was inspired by a conversation with my amazing wifey @emyearns when we were talking about sharing a hoodie and campfired with Mike.

Word count: 1,040

Title: Campfire

Enjoy💗 writers live off validation so if you liked it, please comment and reblog💖 Thank you💕💕💕

You wonder why you had agreed to come along with him. But the alternative would have been sitting alone in your little apartment, waiting for Mikey to come home. So going with Mike was the better option.

Still it filled you with dread as you arrived at the site. Mikey parked his car at the side of the road. You grab your stuff, a blanket and some booze and make your way up the small hill. Out of sight of the road, people were already standing around a campfire. And…  You didn’t know a single person!

It was a small get-together, consisting of a few students from one of Mikey’s seminars. Which one, you had no idea, but you didn’t really care either. The thought of not knowing anyone besides Mike gave you anxiety. Hopefully it’s not more than a bottle of beer couldn’t fix.

While Mikey goes to greet everyone, cheerful as ever, you cling to him like a lost puppy. After a quick ‘hi’ directed at everyone, you sit down on the blanket, pressing yourself into Mike’s side while he happily chats away.

Beer bottles are being handed out, just like bags of marshmallows and you start to feel more comfortable, the alcohol making its way into your bloodstream, amplified by the sticky sweet s’mores. The conversation soon shifts from topics like the art projects so far over to possible new ones to ghost stories and urban legends. You know, the usual campfire stuff.

At some, you roll your eyes. They were so obviously made up that they weren’t even scary. Others made you jump, causing your boyfriend to chuckle and wrap his arm tighter around you.

When the last girl ends her story, a shiver runs through you.

“Come on, sweetcheeks, that wasn’t scary,” Mikey whispers into your ear as you tremble against him.

“N-no… puppy, I’m cold.” You pout and tear your eyes from the dancing flames to blink at your boyfriend.

“I told you to wear that other jacket, but did you listen? No,” he provokes, rolling his eyes, then grins. “C’mere.” Mike spreads his legs so you could sit between them and unzips his hoodie. “C’mon, get in here,” he tells you. Once you’re settled against his chest, he zips the hoodie back up and holds you tightly in his arms, enveloping you in his warmth and his scent. Like a cocoon, he’s wrapped around you.

“Thank you, puppy,” you whisper, and lean your head back to give him a kiss where you can reach – his jaw.

“‘s okay, sweetcheeks,” he mumbles, dipping his head down to rest on your shoulder and quickly pecks your cheek.

You startle when a yell meets your ears. “Hey, lovebirds! You guys know a story? Mike?” One guy shouts at you.

“Oh yeah! I’ve got a good one!” Mikey shouts over the fire, his voice way louder than it needs to be. Damn, he has no volume control! Like none!

Mike starts telling his story, some horror story about an abandoned house a town over. They say it’s haunted. Couple after couple who moved in died the same way. Their throats had been cut. Every time it was in the living room. All the doors and windows were locked and no one ever found the knife. Neighbors would swear they had seen the silhouettes of the couples dancing in the windows before the lights suddenly went out. They’d hear a piercing scream and when the lights would go back on, there’d be no one in the window. They’d never see anyone entering or leaving.

You had heard the same story a few times before, at parties in high school. You’ve also heard that after the last couple died, the owner sold the house to the town. It’s most likely nothing more than a pile of rubble now, if not gone completely, to make room for a new house.

You only half listen to Mikey, leaning against him. He’s warm and cozy and you’re starting to get tired with the amount of alcohol in your blood.

Well, that’s until –

“Haahh!! He’ll get you!” He yells and jolts forwards slightly, seemingly having forgotten about you for just a moment.

You shriek at his loud voice and the sudden movement that so rudely tore you from your nap. And what does your asshole boyfriend do? He laughs his ass off; with his arms tightly around you, he’s shaking both of you with laughter.

When no one could come up with a story anymore, the conversation died for a moment, until a guitar appeared, practically out of nowhere. But the girl who brought it couldn’t play for shit – most likely because she was too drunk. While everybody is telling her to pass the instrument along to someone who can play, you pout at your boyfriend, silently begging him to speak up. He only sighs.

“Fine,” he whispers, “Gimme! I can play a little!” he calls and is promptly handed the old acoustic guitar. With you still zipped up in his hoodie with him, he positions the guitar in your lad and gives it a strum. Totally out of tune. Under the gaze of the other students, he quickly tunes the instrument as good as he can.

“Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.” He snorts and starts to play. While everyone starts singing along drunkenly, Mike only hums, whispering the lyrics into your ear from time to time.

The remainder of the night disappears in a blur. You don’t even bother listening to the conversations, only startle a little when Mike talks – still way too loud – but soon doze off while staring into the dancing flames of the slowly dying campfire.

You have no idea how you made it home, but somehow you did. Obviously. While Mikey is fumbling with the keys, you’re plastered against his back, arms tightly wrapped around his torso. And once the door slams shut behind you, his lips are on yours. He pushes you against the door and hastily tears off your jacket. Clumsily making out, you shed each other of your clothes, stumbling through your apartment. But once in the bedroom, the two of you just collapse on the mattress, fast asleep as soon as your face hits the pillow.

[liquid-luck-00]

Internet Friends

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 4: Internet Friends

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You know the internet is a magical place. You can connect with people all over the world in a matter of seconds. You know what isn’t magical, your best friend enrolling you in a ‘coffee seminar’. Like seriously Adrien I love you like a brother so what the hell. I’m busy enough as it is without giving up my Saturday morning on the only day I have free for months.

Sure my school and social life is a flaming pile of garbage thanks to a little liar manipulating almost everyone who was my friend. So why, but if anything this little online seminar may just be the thing I need.

Okay not what I needed. The coffee seminar was apparently a coffee intervention workshop. Big surprise there, what was a welcome surprise was I wasn’t the youngest person there. Through out the entirety of the web seminar they sent private messages back and forth completely ignoring the speaker, only adding in when asked. Buy the end they decided to share emails, and that was how Marinette found herself a, hopefully, friend and at the very least a partner in caffeinated crimes.

She would mainly email Tim rants about school and the akuma. He at first tried to see how open she was to help, from the JLA, to come in and help the Parisian heroes. But she shut that down quickly by explaining how the villains powers work and how many of the heroes tend to be emotional when they fight even if they don’t show it.

He in turn ranted about his brothers and how they tried to hide his coffee and the stress of his work. Which sparked the conversation of what he did. Sure she was surprised when she found out her new friend was Tim Drake-Wayne so she decided to let him into her being MDC after he couldn’t find the designer and that he wanted a commission for a gala in a few months.

They ended up, either video chatting or messaging often to rant or brainstorm for their respective projects. Or just send each other dumb photos or memes to brighten the others’ day.

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Mari doesn't know how this came to be but it did. She was walking along the second floor railing. She was going to meet Tim face-to-face as he was going to pick her up from school to do a fitting before sending out his suit.

He had messaged her that he was in front of the school. So she said to meet her in the court yard. To her dismay her classmates formed a half circle pinning her back to the railing.

"Seriously Mari, why would you do that?!" Alya screamed at her the eyes of the entire school and of a black haired blue eyed boy, now on their group.

"Do what exactly?" she questioned adjusting the straps of her backpack.

"I can't *sniff* believe you don't *sniff* remember, Mari. It was so mean *sniff*." Lila choked out burrowing her face into Kim's sweater, who looked disgusted with her.

"One, I still don't know what I supposedly did. And two, only my friends call me, Mari, and you aren't on that list." she turned to leave but they closed in on her. Unfortunately, Adrien and Kagami left earlier for a tournament. Luka was out of the country as was Chloe, so she didn't have anyone to break her out.

"You two aren't, but we are!" Alya shouted motioning to herself and the others In the class.

"We haven't been friends for years," she thought, unfortunately she said it out loud.

"What?!?" was chorused by the entire class.

So she took a breath. "There are only two people I consider friends within our class, both of which are not here. Why are you all surprised?" A tilt of her head and a perfect look of innocence crossed her features. "You all claim I'm a bully, why be friends with bullies. I'm just ripping off the band aid you are all to scared to touch."

"You're lying they are still your friends can't you see that!" Lila stopped sniffling and came to the class' defense.

"Really. I want them to think and think hard of the last time any of them sought me out to talk or hangout. Not tell me or accuse me of something, or demand clothes or sweets." They were all silent dead in thought. "The reason you can't is because it hasn't happened since Lycee."

"That's not true Mari, we are your friends," Rose piped in softly.

"DC we've been friends forever, this isn’t like you." Kim pleaded.

"Ya we were friends for a long time, so you should know I hate liars and I never lie." Everyone seemed to register her words.

"Oh get over yourself!" Lila snapped pushing her backwards.

The bad part, she was already on the edge so she was falling from the second floor. Fortunately for her, her time as ladybug along with being a gymnast since she could stand, her body reacted, her mind catching up a moment later. She grabbed a sprinkler pipe and turned a few times, held herself upside down and then swung again. Letting the bar go twisting in the air and shifting her backpack. Everyone on the first floor scattered to the edges of the courtyard to give her space to land without obstacles. As she finishes in a rollout to protect herself and her backpack now clutched to her chest.

"What was that!?" Lila screamed gripping the balcony railing, her facade completely dropped. Everyone else stood shocked silent, frozen in place, until one black haired blue eyed boy stormed up to the bluenette.

"Mari I swear the first time we meet up and you do that. God I am never going to leave you with Dick." Tim stormed up to her. "You are going to give me a heart attack."

"Hey Tim," she chuckled in response.

"That said I am sending this to him."

"Go ahead. Coffee?"

"You know me too well," he grinned as they began to leave the still frozen, still silent school yard. "So what are you going to do about them?" he jabbed a finger behind them.

"Dunno how much did you record?" she pointed to the phone clearly in his hand still.

"Since the first scream, but audio is kinda off from that far."

"I got that part covered," she took out her phone from her jacket pocket. Now her class started to move so both coffee addicted teens started to record again in case of anything.

"Who is this Mari?" Nino genuinely asked.

"He is a friend, and he can use that name unlike any of you."

"Best friend actually."

"You will have to fight Adrien for that title." she teased.

"I got Gami's approval. I can take Sunshine on."

"That was an acknowledgment and we all know it."

"Why haven't we ever seen him before then?" Alya snipped.

"I'm not from Paris, much less from France, if the accent didn't give it away. I'm visiting on a trip with my father and wanted to stop by." The two just walked away after that.

Who would have guessed that being forced into a coffee intervention seminar would result in gaining one friend and loosing a class worth of dead weight. And oh did it feel good to walk away from that toxicity. Unfortunately she still has to finish this last year of school before University. At least she has people she knows will stand beside her. All thanks to the magic of the internet.

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