#the rest of this week will be homework and a ton of studying

[areyousanta]

2 tests and a quiz done and passed holy hell

[shoyoist]

— 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐙𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐔 !! : baji keisuke.

content: fem!reader. college au. strangers to friends to lovers trope. baji is a delinquent, still. reader is implied to be rich and rather innocent. ~ fingering. spit. manhandling, slight breeding kink, mating press, raw sex, rough sex, praise.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀— . ｡˚ ♡ what happens when the sweet lil honors student decides to be nice and help the failing college student/delinquent out?

when baji makes it into college, it's by the slimmest fucking chance. he barely makes it. but baji's always been one to follow through with what he's set his eyes on doing — so by no means is he going to flunk out of college once he's got in.

he's struggling, though, and it's no help that most of the other students are a little wary of him. there’s nobody around that’s willing to lend him a hand. but that’s warranted, you suppose.

he is after all, a delinquent with a ton of street cred on his back, and has made a name for having a complete lack of hesitation to use his fists to make his way out of any given situation.

he looks it, too — and rumors are always strengthened by appearances.

he's got those wild, sharp eyes and that whetted smile, and he's a big guy. muscles showing through the thin shirts he shows up to classes in, his toned thighs and calves on display at the behest of the tight leather pants he always wears.

the chains and rings he wears, and the booming motorcycle he rides just makes his deadly image more refined — not to mention the fact that he's already picked more than a couple of fights on campus his first semester.

but you see how he tries so hard in class.

you've never spoken to baji keisuke in your life before — but today is the start of the fourth week in a row that you've walked into the library after class, to see baji sitting at one of the tables by himself, surrounded by books as he stares at a printed question sheet with a scowl on his face.

as an honors student, a soft spoken girl that takes her father's car to school every day, and dresses in pastels and skirts, you're the opposite of baji keisuke in every way. you're nervous, and unsure if he'd even listen to you, or just laugh your words off and render you unable to ever meet his eyes again.

but you do it anyway. you walk up to him where he's sitting at his usual table, and clear your throat. "baji?"

and when he looks up, features so sharp and rugged, the pen he's twirling in his hands so tiny compared to his large palm and fingers, your breath catches in your throat — but you speak up anyway. "hi. i'm from your class?" you say, giving him a smile.

"whaddya want?" he asks, after almost a full minute of looking you up and down. you feel nearly insecure as you stand there and wait, wondering if he doesn't like the look of your plaid sweater, your cute boots or your skirt.

you open your mouth to answer him, but he cuts you off — "you wanna hop on my dick or somethin'? because if so, scram."

"no!" you blurt out, feeling your face heat up in an instant. he raises a thick, questioning eyebrow at you then, and you stutter, trying to form your sentences back on your tongue after his embarrassing accusation. "i— i just wanted to know if you'd like some help!"

"huh?" baji grunts, putting his pen down. "what's that mean?"

"with your work!" you say, gesturing to all the books laid out on the table. "you know? i've seen you here a lot recently, working on your homework and stuff. so i just wanted to ask if you wanted some help."

"with my studies?" he asks, like he's still unsure. and when you nod, you see his eyes slowly light up — because even baji knows you’re one of the smartest students. "really? ya wanna tutor me?"

"not for money or anything." you quickly affirm, in case he lands another quip about how he doesn't have money to give you. "just ... as a classmate. as a friend. we could be study partners, if you like."

"study partners, huh." he muses, resting his chin on his fist as he thinks about it. then, he gives you a grin (that automatically makes your heart flutter, because god, you can't deny it — he's hot). "sure."

he pats the chair next to his, offering you a seat, and you take it.

hence, you started on your semester long journey of being baji's study partner, making fast friends with him and finding out that he's a sweet, funny guy alongside the rough, loud personality he's got.

your curiosity on why a gangster like him would try so hard in college, or wish to attend school at all, is satiated when eventually, he tells you about his domestic dreams of building a cozy little life for himself, opening up a pet shop, perhaps expanding it into a vet clinic if he can pass his course and get licensed.

baji’s ambitions are only strange to you for the first half of your time with him. the more you get to know him, the more you realize that his rugged, untamed appearance and personality is all just who he is on the surface level.

apart from how surprisingly cute he is when he’s learning, he's so nice to you — walks with you to class, offers to drive you on his bike to this really good coffee place he knows during breaks, brings you a little gift on your birthday — and by the end of the semester, you're sure you've about fallen in love with him.

and thankfully, with your help, his grades do go up. 

he scores well enough that he manages to pass and secure his spot in college for another year — and though his achievement was not much compared to your top results, he's so happy about it.

"princess," he says (because he calls you princess now) as he flops onto the couch in your bedroom (because somewhere in the midst of the semester, you've also moved your regular study spot from the library to your house). "have i thanked ya properly for all your help yet?"

"what do you mean?" you ask, perched on the edge of your bed, watching him manspread, feeling proud when he shoots a satisfied glance towards the marksheet laying on the couch beside him.

"i mean," he sighs. "i gotta thank you, right? you're savin' my life here."

"by studying with you?" you giggle, and he meets your eyes with a lazy tilt of his head, watching as you smooth your skirt out over your knees. the early winter sun that pools into the room through the window is watery — but the light catches in his bright gaze anyway, increasing the intensity of his stare. "it's okay. you've bought me enough coffee over the days to pay me back, i think."

there's a moment of tense silence, before he gets up from the couch, and walks over to you.

when he stops only a foot away from your seat on the bed, and asks, "is the door locked, princess?" you feel a shiver crawl up your spine — but you nod, assuring him that the door is locked.

and with that, he climbs onto the bed on top of you, pushing you down onto your bed.

your heart jumps, as your back hits the mattress, his hands coming down to dig into the sheets on either side of your head, as he grips them to hold his weight over you.

"can i thank you?" he rasps after a second, voice soft — hovering over you with his lips only inches away from your own. your heart picks up pace, and your pulse hammers in your ears as you fight to keep eye contact with him. as you try to think of an answer.

and well, fuck, you never thought something like this would happen, when you first took pity on the delinquent in your class, and offered to help him with his studies. 

you were just being nice — but as you’d just been thinking of a moment ago, over the course of the time you've known baji, you've found out that he's got so much more to him than his delinquent’s face.

you know he’s gentle with animals, that he works so very hard to be the best he can be, and that he's a loyal friend. you know he likes peyoung yakisoba, and that he secretly reads shoujo manga. you know he prefers your red hair ties over your pink ones. you know the most important thing to him is that his mother is happy (and you know what they say. a man who's good to his mother, will be good to his wife).

you really do like him. so you nod once more, but he sees the hesitation in your eyes, so he asks again. "is this really okay?"

you blink up at him, once or twice, before gathering the courage to ask. "baj— keisuke. do you like me?"

"i do." he replies without a beat missed, gaze bright as he locks it with yours. and just those two words cause your heart to warm up so many degrees, an instant shot of delight — but you ask again. "really?" 

he licks his lips, seeming a little nervous, now, as he hovers over you. "really." he says. his heat spills into you through the minute distance between your bodies, as he collects the words onto his tongue. "i fuckin' love you, princess. never thought i'd be such a sap for someone, but i am. i like you, a lot. i want you."

it's strange — because although you love him, you've never thought he'd return your feelings.

you've always thought and decided that things would end as quickly and smoothly as they'd started. that you'd help him, and he'd receive your help, and that would be that. but now, the situation's changed. in an instant.

a little voice at the back of your head wonders that hey, maybe this is just the delinquent taking his chance with the unassuming, innocent little girl in his class — but you brush the thought aside. you’re not stupid. you know baji’s a good guy.

you swallow, throat going dry as you realize what will happen once you answer. "i like you too, keisuke. in fact, i think i'm in love with you, too."

baji laughs at that, an affectionate little heh, leaving his lungs before he takes in another breath. "can i kiss you, then?"

"you can do whatever you want." you say.

and instantly, he's kissing you. 

it’s almost too quick, his tongue pushing hungrily past your lips and coiling with your own, searing and needy as his hands clutch your waist, crawling under your top to feel up your skin, soft and supple under his calloused grip.

a mewl falls from your lips when his fingers brush against your tits, and he moves his hand back to that spot, giving the soft flesh a squeeze and laughing when you gasp, your body rocking under his. 

your own hands lift up, somewhat unsure, to palm at his muscled chest, tugging experimentally at the hem of his shirt. "take it off," he grunts, into your mouth. "hah, never been touched like this before, have you?"

"haven't." you mumble shyly, and baji's eyes glow dully when he hears it. he yanks the top off of you, and you feel vulnerable as you squirm on your bed, wearing nothing but your skirt and panties as he ravishes you with his eyes. "yeah? gonna show ya how good lil' things like you should be treated, then." he says, placing a hand on your thigh and feeling how you shiver at the touch. 

he doesn't move it before you pull his t-shirt off for him, coaxing you to go ahead and do it, and allowing you to run your eyes over his muscled torso for a bit. then, his hand inches up your thigh as he kisses you again, fingers so large and thick as he makes his way between your legs. "so pretty f'me."

"mm," your face burns again, the same way it had the first time you ever spoke to him, and he'd asked you that embarrassing fucking question — but it's funny, since what he said is now about to come true. in a way. "y—you, too."

"aww, princess thinks i'm pretty?" he coos, and laughs harder when you cover your face with your hands, unable to meet his eyes as he teases you. "fuck, you're so cute. lettin' the gangster boy fuck you after you help him pass in school, eh?"

"i— this wasn't my intention." you whine, but baji cuts you off by pressing a thumb against your clothed clit — and it's even more embarrassing when your body automatically jolts, thighs closing around his arm as you flinch in reaction to the sudden stimulation. "yeah, but ya like how it's goin', mhm?" he grins, showing off those canines again, and fuck. 

"i do," you breathe, as he keeps his thumb over your clit, rubbing little circles into it and making it throb. it's hard to focus when he's doing it, but then he leans in for more kisses, and you've never felt such sweet, yet rough warmth before in your life.

"i know you do." he says it into your mouth, before sliding your panties aside and easing a finger into your cunt. it feels hot, delicious even with just one damn finger, and you moan, the sensation so unexpectedly good. "see? all fuckin' wet 'n i didn't even do much yet."

"please," you kiss him again, curling your hands around his face. "want it already."

"tch, patience, baby." he clicks his tongue, letting just the one finger slide in and out of your slick pussy, and you know he's going to put two in next, and then three, stretching you out just right before he gives you his cock. 

and for something you've never thought about much before, you need it so damn bad. with baji towering over you, body so muscled and toned and hands so hot and good, mouth so skilled at showering you with both kisses and praise, you need him like never before.

the chain on his ripped jeans jingles as he pushes his knee between your legs, opening them wider, before he whispers, just like you’d guessed, that he’s going to give you another finger. his free hand grips your fluffy blanket harder, putting more of his weight onto the mattress and making it creak a little. “move up a little, princess. give me some more room.”

so you get further back onto the bed, and he climbs on after you, letting his pants join his t-shirt on the side of the bed, with your own top — the bold black and grey colours so starkly contrasting your bedsheets as he casts it all aside. 

“ya hear this pussy singin’ for me?” he chuckles, and the way your cunt gushes harder when he slips a third finger in is so good to him, your face flushing with humiliation, he can’t bother prepping you any further before he gives you his cock. 

“she’s beggin’ to have me.” he taunts, loving the way you’re getting so shy and embarrassed, no matter what he does or says. “you do some begging, too, won’t ya? let me hear you.”

and you steel yourself, feeling so full with just his fingers in you, forcing your moans and gasps to be quieter as he curls them in and finds your sweet spots so easily. “want your cock, keisuke. please. need to be filled all up.” he stares at you, doe eyes and swollen lips so pretty as you’re spread out under him, and with a whispered fuck, he pulls his drooling cock out from where it’s been straining under his boxers this whole time.

“see that, princess?” he sighs, relief washing over him as he grips the thick length, allowing himself a few pumps with his fist. “this cock? ‘s all yours.”

baji’s fucking huge — as he grabs your wrist and guides your hand to touch him, you feel the hot, stiff length of him up, and you really don’t know how you’re going to take it. 

but you will — oh, god, you will, because you haven’t even felt him yet but you know he’s going to send you to heaven with just his cock.

“want it,” you plead. “I’ll take it for you. if it’s all mine, then give it to me. please.”

“shit,” he groans, when you run your fingers softly down his cock and back up, smearing the precum collecting at his tip onto your fingers as you go. “for someone that hasn’t done any of this, you’re fuckin’ good with your words.”

“‘m a smart girl,” you give him a smile, and his lips are tugged into yet another grin when he sees it. “smart girls know what to say.”

“yeah, yeah you fuckin’ do.” he assures you, before he tugs the panties off you and throws them onto the floor behind, grabbing you by the back of your thighs and pushing them up, your skirt splaying out on your stomach as he folds you in half and reveals your glistening pussy to him.

“let’s keep this skirt on, yeah?” he asks, eyes on your cunt, on your little hole that he’s about to fill right up. “y’look pretty with it on.”

“anything.” you beg, eyes fluttering shut before you open them again, watching as baji’s hair falls in curtains around his face, his brows scrunching together as he frowns in focus, lining his cock up with your cunt. “just want you to fuck me.”

“alright, alright, baby.” he grunts, voice going heavier, as he finally pushes his cock in. first, it’s just the head — and you think the stretch is manageable, that you can take him well enough.

but then he rolls his hips, forces your cunt open and makes you take all of him in, and fuck.

“keisuke! no— no, not so much at once!” you cry, and he’s barely able to answer, with the way your pussy sucks him in so well despite your protest, warm and wet and so god damn tight. 

“you’re fine,” he stutters, nails digging harshly into the plush skin of your thighs as he pushes himself balls deep into you, bending you further so your knees are pressed against your chest. “you’re just fine, princess, fuck. look at ya. pussy so pretty all stuffed.”

he stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size, razor eyes going soft and almost dreamy as he feels your walls cling to him, so deliciously hot. when he nudges his tip to your cervix, you flutter around him, and he hisses, precum drooling into you furiously.

you whimper as the pain dissipates and blooms into saccharine pleasure, the rough grip he’s got on you and the thickness of his cock in your little cunt, together with the praise he’s showering you with — it’s enough to make you cum in almost one go.

“you got this,” he pants, pulling out just a little before he pushes in again, the wavy tousles of his hair bouncing lightly with every move. “your pussy’s fine.”

you open your mouth to reply, but no sound comes out, the moan catching in your throat and your eyes rolling back into your head as he finally starts moving. the messy squelching of your cunt with his thrusts would embarrass you, if he weren’t throwing stars into your vision with each slap of his pelvis against your clit. “k—keisuke!”

“shhh,” he exhales, gritting his teeth as he steadily increases his pace, building his way up to his own high. you’ll cum hard enough, even if he doesn’t try too hard, he knows — his cock is big, he knows how to fuck good, and you’re an inexperienced little thing.

a sweet, beautiful, inexperienced little thing. 

he watches keenly, biting his lip as he goes back and forth, watching your pretty face, eyes wild with pleasure as you watch how his length sinks into you, and then out, and then back in again.

“c-can i,” he groans, waiting for you to look up and meet his eyes before he continues. “go faster, princess?”

“mhm!” you cry without hesitation despite yourself, so eager to please — so needy to have more, more, more.

and god, he's going to cum, he can feel it as he takes his pace even further — your little pussy's just too tight, too hot 'n wet, it's enough to send a man straight to seventh fucking heaven.

he knows already that you'll be fine even if he gets a little rougher than intended — he sees how your eyes are rolling back, how your sweet lips are stretching into a dopey, open-mouthed smile with each hard hit of his cock at your cervix.

you want it, want it all — you're innocent and pure but god you're a devilish little thing at heart.

he'd treat you nicely, be gentle and take things slow like how he'd planned to do at the start, but you want it so bad, he wants it so bad, and there's just no stopping it.

“open that mouth wider for me baby,” he rasps, and you do it instantly, making him laugh as he gathers a ball of saliva on his tongue and spits it out, watching with a heavy throb of his cock as it lands right on your cute, pink lil tongue. “swallow f'me? hah, atta girl~”

and with that, he gives you the first mean thrust of his cock into your cunt — the squelch of your cunt is loud, only second to your moan and third to the grunt baji can't help but let out, when he feels just how tight your pussy is gripping him.

“relax, princess,” he huffs, the muscled panes of his chest pressing against your tits as he buries himself as far inside you as he can go, before pulling back out and going back in again — filling your lovely little room with the lewdest sounds—

the slap-slap-slap of skin against skin, your fucked out whines with each roll of his hips, and the messy sounds of your pussy along with the breathy groans he's spilling into your ear; it's so, so fucking good.

you're stuffed, and as baji whispers hoarsely with his lips against your cheek that he's gonna cum, you moan again, telling him you're gonna cum too, and you don't know what you're begging for anymore but you beg, “please, please, please, please— mmph!”

and he's kissing you again, muscled body trapping you in place as he pounds into you relentlessly, now in short quick thrusts that offer your sweet, gummy spots another kind of kiss after kiss with his fat tip.

“let me cum in you, princess? can't — can't fuckin' pull out, 's too good,” he groans into your mouth, and fuck, you've never felt this good and this loved and this full before in your entire damn life.

“inside, kei, inside.” you agree, voice all high and breathless, your words falling right onto his tongue as they tangle together when he deepens the kiss. “want your cum in me, kei, please.”

and it's not the hug of your velvet walls around his cock, or the plush, warm feel of your pretty body under his, or the claw of your fingers at his back and his arms that undo him— 

but it's the way your voice calls out his name so cutely, saying kei, as you ask him to breed you full, that makes him cum.

the band in his lower stomach tightens and then snaps — and with a low, ravenous growl into your mouth, he cums. “f—fuck.”

his cum is hot, thick, filling your pussy with white and coating his cock in a milky film as he keeps thrusting in and out of you, refusing to slow down even as your own orgasm washes over you and your tiny little cunt clenches even tighter around him, making it almost impossible for him to move.

“mmm, kei! fuck, cumming, fuck, fuck, so good!” you babble, tongue lolling out from your mouth that's parted in your effort to catch your breath, and he'd laugh, chide your language, but you feel so good he's been rendered speechless.

his own mouth is open in silent curses, breath catching in his throat as he fucks his cum deep into you, feeling how your pussy flutters obediently, eating it all right up. 

he listens to your cries of pleasure, head falling onto your chest, his cheek squished against your tits as he breathes you in, basking in the hot bliss you're giving him as he smacks his hips into yours sloppily, such a wet mess forming between your bodies — your skirt is soaked.

“fuck, princess, i love ya,” he hisses, as you milk him through. “this pussy's mine and only mine, alright?”

“mhm,” you nod, and he grins, vision cloudy as he looks down at your pretty face. “all yours, kei.”

“can't take that back after ya said it, alright?” he breathes out, hot over your chest. “tell me ya love me, baby.”

“i love you,” you gasp, as he slows down, bringing his hips to a stop against yours and letting go of your thighs so you can tangle them around his waist again. “i love you so, so much, kei, you don't know.”

“hey,” he chuckles, getting pulled into you as he tries to give you a peck on the cheek. “i love you so much, m'kay?”

“no, i love you more.” you pout, and he nips at your bottom lip, teasing the tender flesh with his sharp teeth. “this ain't a competition, princess. i love you the most.”

“mmm,” you huff, knowing that you both should really get up and clean things up, if you're done — but he feels so nice, so warm and heavy and comforting on top of you, and you want to stay like this forever. “sure. i'll let that go, for now.”

baji only cackles fondly at that, giving your swollen lips a kiss and then another on your teary cheek, before laying back with a satiated sigh. “so what are we now? still just friends? study partners, even though you've effectively hopped on my dick now?”

you feel your face get hot at his words, giving his shoulder a gentle slap as you pout again. “no, what you are now is mine. all mine.”

and there's a little pause, before he lets out another chuckle. “bloody hell, you really do fuckin' know what to say.”

“of course.” you smile. “anyway, study sesh at your place tomorrow? same time?”

“hah, what fucking study sesh when the semester just closed, hm?” he grins, and your eyes twinkle as you reply — “mmm, i don't know. a study sesh like the one we just had, maybe.”

and his grin widens, canines flashing as he laughs. “can't say no to that, princess — you're on fire. and by the way, you're mine, too.”

“mhm.” you reach up, tangle your fingers in the thick, dark locks of his hair and pull him in for yet another kiss, smiling at how he shuts his eyes so cutely just before your lips meet. “i know ♡♡ .”

[prsk-krow]

Heyo! I just caught wind of your blog, and I really like the way on how accurate you write the characters x reader in terms of headcanons. Since Yan!Kanade is done, can you do the same with Mafuyu and Ena? Thank you!

I suppose 'twas only a matter of time! Alrighty, time to do a bit more Yan on this blog! Also, slowly starting to write more and more each week...

{YANDERE!Mafuyu/Ena general headcanons!} [R]

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Mafuyu Asahina

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WARNING: YANDERE CONTENT BELOW!!

First of all, any type of emotions that may awaken inside of Mafuyu will be stronger than usual, thanks to her general struggle to comprehend and understand them! As such, everything may hit her a bit harder than usual...

It starts off small and slow, as does every emotion with this girl. It probably starts from you wanting to get to know the perfect student of your class better as thanks for her help! And with that, immediately creating a ton of questions inside her head about why.

She can't find the coldness in herself to reject your attempts to start small talk though, which is her first sign that something is off. She should usually be prioritizing her studies, pleasing her mom and returning home by this point, yet she's spending time with you...

Once she speaks about it with niigo, they decide to allow her to spend more time with you! Yet, this is where it starts to get dangerous. She eventually asks for your number, and you'll be receiving texts at the most random of times, creating conversations that are so long you feel uncomfortable, so...

"What do you mean you have to go? Didn't we agree that our conversations would be a break from the homework, and eyes of others? Why do you want to give up this safe space? ... Just for a while? An obligation?... Alright. Only if you call me back when you're done."

Of course this doesn't put her at peace at all, and she soon finds out just how badly you have taken over her every thought. However, with that, she also feels incredible relief every time she gets to see you after school, or send you a message, or see your reply. It's a constant wave of comfort, tranquility, something she now knew she desperately needed.

So then, she decides that more drastic measures are needed! She invites you to a mystical place, where no one will interrupt you two! She gives a heads up to the rest of her group to not interrupt them, as she leads you inside using her phone!

Once you stray to panic, she quickly grabs you with an iron grip, and calls for the other vocaloids to help her to detain you! That is when she explains the existence of the Sekai, and the reason why she dragged you here...

"... I need you. I've spent every day of my life pressured to be perfect by the world around me. So pressured, that I've forgotten what it's like to live without this oppression, freely and emotionally. However, you show me peace, happiness that i never knew how to feel. So, stay with me. In here. Away from the gaze of others... Please..."

Ena Shinonome

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Ena has always been slightly intense with showing and acting upon her emotions, so it isn't much of a stretch to assume that her love could also be quite the intense and passionate affair! Perhaps too passionate...

She falls easily when you start complimenting her art during her night classes! Not just one is gonna do it though, you need to constantly compliment her every piece, while not overdoing it! That way, she starts looking at you in a different light than her classmates, seeking you outside of classes, constantly messaging you, and even starting to paint more just to hear your compliments!

"Hey! Sorry to call you this late at night, but I just finished a new piece! Heheh, I made sure to call you as soon as I finished it, since you seem to like them so much! I don't mind, really, since hearing your happiness towards my work is quite satisfying..."

It doesn't take long for her love for your compliments and encouragement to grow out of control, as she constantly messages you at pretty unconventional times of the day, and starts becoming unstable and afraid if you even take a small amount of time to respond.

She confronts you about it if you do it multiple times, and her voice is full of emotions! Anger, frustration, desperation, and more... She soon starts to cry as she unloads everything she feels whenever you tell her some nice words at once, even starting to shout, and scream everything that passes through her mind...

It takes a while for her to regain a sense of stability, and even longer for her tears to stop flowing. That's when she decides to give you a choice, having a moment of realization about her unhealthy obsession. You could try to fix her, stay with her to help her along, or you could decide to not trigger her any further, and distance yourself.

"L-Listen, I... I've always been awful at controlling my emotions. And what I feel for you... It's too strong for me. It's been making me act like I never have before. It's... Frustrating, but I have no idea if your presence is good for me anymore. So I know I'm not in a position to make the choice. Please, make it for me."

If you decide to stay alongside her, she'll try her best to control her desire for attention, and ask you to help her to control her emotions! However, her emotions will grow stronger with each day she spends alongside you, so it'll take a lot of effort to keep them controlled.

If you decide to leave, she'll reconnect with her group mates again, and try to forget about your presence in her life! However that will be quite difficult, as not only are you her classmate, but she has always been bad at keeping her emotions at bay for long...

[shannyh25]

Summary: Going to medical school is hard. But Jem figured if his father went to medical school and graduated, Jem can to. All Jem and Faith wants to do is help people. But what happens while Jem and Faith go to medical school and then Faith gets pregnant during their first year?

This is my first time writing a Jem and Faith fan fiction. Please tell me your thoughts. I know the basics did them, but that’s about it. I would love any tips and advice on making my story stronger. Thank you!

Title: Faith, Hope, and Happiness

Chapter 1

"Are you sure you have everything you need? All your medical textbooks, paper tablets, pencils, notebooks?" Anne asked anxiously to her oldest son.

Jem grinned at his mother. "Yes Ma, I promise. Dad and I went over everything just this morning, making sure I had everything I needed. He tripled checked. I have my medical bag that you and dad bought me with everything in it. I promise, I'll be just fine."

Anne turned to Gilbert. "Maybe Jem can just stay here and you can teach him everything he needs to know? You're the greatest surgeon in all of Glen St Mary. Jem doesn't need to go to school, does he? He can learn from hands on experience that you can teach him?"

Gilbert gently placed a kiss on his wife's forehead, "Trust me Anne-girl, if I could keep Jem at home and teach him everything, even surgery, I would do that in a heartbeat. It would save us a ton of money. But Jem has always done good in school so it's okay. He will be the next famous Doctor Blythe."

Anne sighed knowing she couldn't win this battle. Anne kissed Jen's head and then told the boys she needed to check on Susan. Susan has been in the kitchen all morning baking Rilla's favorite dinner and dessert. It was Rilla's 13th birthday. But instead of Susan being in a good celebratory mood, she has been in a bad mood because Jem was leaving in a month for medical school. Jem winced as he heard the cupboard door slam and then the sound of pots and pans being laid down harshly on the stove.

"I didn't mean to upset Mother about going to school. I just want you to help people and so does Faith. We plan on studying a lot together". Jem said.

"Don't worry about your mother. She'll be fine. She knew this day was coming, but I think you should go and speak to Rilla. She has been rather upset about you leaving for school." Gilbert said.

"It's her 13th birthday Dad. She should be excited about today of all days. Do we really need to give her a check up on her birthday?" Jem asked.

"I rather get it over with now. That way she doesn't have to dwell on it and you two can have a good rest of the time while you're still here. Rilla is the closest to you aside from Walter. In just a few short weeks, it will just be me, your mother, Susan and Rilla. You all will be off at school. It may be her birthday but she needs a checkup. She was rather anxious this morning and I pulled her into my office to discuss what was going on. She told me she was scared of being a teenager, the body changes around this time and she doesn't want you to go to medical school. She is terrified of starting school and you have always helped her with her homework. I reminded her I was a teacher once and so was your mother. She can always ask us for help but maybe it would be better if you spoke to her." Gilbert said.

Jem let it all sink in. Then looked up the stairs where his sister's room was then looked back at Gilbert.

"I don't have to go to school. I can stay here and tutor Rilla and earn money for boarding fees for when I do go to school. Faith and I did talk about that some and she said if worse comes to worse, she'll be alright with me staying home and helping Rilla."

"No, no Jem. I wouldn't expect you to sacrifice your medial schooling for Rilla. You have always wanted to be a doctor and now is your chance. Rilla will be just fine. Go up and speak to her but when you guys are done, I expect you in my office for her checkup. Remember, you're doing all the work. I'll be there to help guide you if you need help. I'll go and get the injection ready and the instruments ready for her blood draw. Take your time." Dad said.

Jem nodded his head. "I noticed she has been rather quiet and keeping to herself. She is more than welcome to come and stay with Faith and I. We would love to have her. Faith thinks of Rilla as a sister."

"Let's give it time after you leave for school. I need to keep an eye on her anxiety because she has been rather anxious about you leaving. Change is hard for her. Go speak to her Jem. Tell her once you get settled, perhaps she can stay with you guys for a visit." Gilbert said.

"Okay dad. I'll go up now." Jem said.

Gilbert patted his son on the head and watch his son go upstairs to comfort his sister.

Walking quietly up the stairs, Jem looked at all the pictures on the walls from over the years. Pictures of the children of different stages in life hung up on the walls. He stopped walking and looked at one picture. It was his favorite. The picture was taken a when Rilla was about 5 years old and he was grinning at the camera as he held Rilla upside down and she was squealing with laughter. Her hair was wild and all over the place. Jem was talking enough at that age that when he held Rilla by the ankles, the tips of her hair was hardly touching the ground. He chuckled at the memories.

He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. The door was open ajar and he saw Rilla curled up on the bed and knees tucked into her chest. Her hair was coming out of her braid.

Jem didn't bother for an answer. He walked right into her room and sat down on the bed. Out of habit, Jem brushed her hair back to check her pulse. If he knew anything about doctoring, his father taught him the basics. Whenever Rilla was stressed out and Jem was around, he would always check her pulse first.

Rilla didn't even flinch or groan when she felt Jem check her pulse. She let him because she knew she was going to miss that whether she wanted to admit it or not. She sniffed and buried her face on her pillow.

"Hey Munchkin. Do you think we can talk for a little while? I want to make sure you'll be okay while I'm away at school." Jem said.

Sniffing, Rilla got up from laying down with Jem's. He wiped her eyes with his thumb. "Your pulse is much too fast. I rather it be slower by the time we go down stairs."

Rilla made an attempt to say something but Jem stopped her. "If I know anything dad taught me, it's basic doctoring. I still plan on giving you one last medical checkup tonight after supper when we all settle down. I expect your pulse to be back to normal. I expect you to eat your supper too."

"I don't want you to go to school Jem. Can't you stay here? Dad can teach you everything you need to know. He is the best doctor and surgeon here." Rilla said.

"That's basically what mom said just before I came up here. I have to go to school Rilla. I want to help people and children especially. I want to make people feel better and so does Faith. When the time comes Faith and I plan on taking over dad's medical office. You'll be my first patient." Jem said.

Rilla's lips trembled. "Who will help me with my homework? You have always helped me with that."

"Mom and dad used to be teachers, remember? I'm sure they will help you. I want you to talk to them. Once Faith and I get settled into our dorms, I want you to come stay with us. It can be for a week or a weekend. Whatever you feel comfortable with. I know you easily get homesick, but I think you should practice being away from home. I'll have everything you need medical-wise to help you." Jem said.

Rilla looked at him hesitantly. "I don't want you and Faith to get mad when I get anxious. You got mad at me that one time I went with you and Faith on a trip to one of Faith's family members houses."

Jem grimaced at the memory. "Faith wasn't mad at you, munchkin. She was mad at me because I force fed you when you didn't eat your breakfast. You know perfectly well that dad and I don't put up with that. You need to eat food and that will help with the nausea when you get homesick. I'll do it again if I have too. But Faith was mad at me for force feeding you and I got a big lecture from her after you ran off. She wants you to come and stay with us Munchkin. She thinks of you as a sister. She's protective of you to just like I am. That's why I got the lecture from her about what a bad brother I was."

"You're not a bad brother Jem. You're my favorite brother aside from Walter and he is going off to school soon as well this year. Then it will just be me at home with mom, dad and Susan. I would like to come and visit you and Faith if you and dad will let me." Rilla said.

Jem grinned. "I would love that Munchkin. You can be my guinea pig when it's time for me to practice my blood drawing skills, and giving you injections and practice my sewing skills. We'll have fun!"

Rilla wrinkles her nose. "Can't Faith do that? I'm terrified of needles and blood."

Jem patted Rilla's arm and grinned, "Please Rilla? You'll be my first ever patient. I'll be as gentle as I can. I already do the basic doctoring on you with dad watching. What's the difference?"

"You don't have to stitch me up and give me injections or draw my blood. Dad does all that." Rilla said.

Jem scoffed. "I helped stitch up your cut you had on your hand just a few months ago. I didn't do so bad, see?"

Jem took Rilla's hand and turned it over so he could see her palm. "See, hardly a scar. With dad's help, you were basically my first patient and I hardly left a scar. My stitches are tiny just like dad's!"

Rilla looked at her hand that Jem basically stitched back up. He really did do a good job and she supposed that she could be his and Faith's guinea pig.

"Well, alright. I suppose I can be your guinea pig. As long as you don't push the needle in my arm to hard." Rilla said.

"Thanks Munchkin. I'll practice my needle skills on Faith first." Jem said.

"I'm going to regret this." Rilla muttered.

"Now, another thing I want to discuss. I expect you to eat all your meals. Especially after I leave for school. I don't want any excuses on why you didn't eat them. Having an empty stomach will just make your nausea worse. I'll be getting updates from mom and dad on the matter. You know perfectly well I won't let you get away with not eating. Dad won't let you get away with that either. You're skinny enough and you need weight on you. I don't want to force feed you tonight of all nights. I'll be watching you and making sure you eat. I want to do a check up on you with dad present just to make sure I'm using the medical instruments right. I'm 99.9999% sure I am, but dad wanted me to tell you that you need an injection for school and he wanted me to practice drawing blood. So, I get a head start on the subject which why I partly came up here. He is waiting for us in his office."

"N,n,N, Now?" Rilla asked.

Jem nodded his head. "It's better we do this now and get over with early so we can enjoy the rest of our evening Munchkin. I promise I'll be as gentle as I can. I have done this before with some of dad's patients and they said I did good. Please trust me. If I hurt you, just tell me and dad can take over."

"Why hasn't the other kids gotten checkups from you?" Rilla asked.

"Because they aren't scared of doctors, needles and blood. They also don't have anxiety problems like you. So, you my dear Rilla, get to be my patient. I'm going to worry about you the most while I'm at school and so will Faith." Jem said.

"You don't need to. I'll be busy struggling in school while you're doing medical school. I wish you can stay home and tutor me. I'll be good and do what you tell me to do. I promise." Rilla said.

Rilla's lips started to tremble and a fresh set of tears started to fall from her eyes. Jem wiped her tears again with his thumb and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I would if I could Munchkin. But I need to concentrate on my own schooling. Trust me, my homework will be much harder than yours. Mom and dad will help you with your school work. I promise. When you come see me on the weekends, I'll help you too. School will be starting soon for both us. You can do this. I don't leave for another few weeks so we still have time to spend together. I need you to promise me something." Jem said.

Rilla looked at her brother curious.

"While I'm at school, I want you to promise me you'll keep up on your studies. If you need help, ask mom or dad. Don't forget they both used to be teachers. Secondly, I want you to promise me that you'll eat breakfast. Especially if you feel nauseous and anxious or at least half of it. I'll get reports from mom and dad. I expect you to eat the rest of your meals too. You know I won't put up with that when you visit Faith and I." Jem said.

Rilla bit her lip and looked at Jem. She knew he was being serious. Going all Doctor mode and teacher mode on her.

"Come on Munchkin. Dad's waiting for us in his office. I'll make you a deal. If you don't fight me when I give you an injection, I'll play a few rounds of checkers with you." Jem said.

"Let's make the best of the last few weeks, okay? I plan on being home every evening. You and I will have plenty of time together, okay?"

Sniffing Rilla nodded her head yes and she allowed Jem to take her hand to head downstairs to their dad's office.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Oh my university started again this week, and I am already sooo exhausted because there is a lot to do….

And also, i am not that satisfied with my academic achievements yet because I always feel like I could do more you know? Like even when I got the best grade I was like: 😐

And although I really like my courses, I always wonder how life would be if I had chosen a different path and I just know that I will still ask myself that in decades

Lol sorry for that but you asked and that was the first thing that came to my mind

As a fellow maximalist and perfectionist, I absolutely understand how you are feeling. 

What I can say from my four years in uni is that mastering the art of letting go is a key to keeping your head on your shoulders. I used to have breakdowns over a grade lower than 10 but in the long run, those grades generally mean nothing. You can have an 8 and still know more than a person who just forced shit tons of information into their head to get a 10 and will forget everything when the exam passes. And that number doesn't define you. No one will look at your diploma and go yikes you had an 8 in social structure analysis, what a disaster. 

I study sociology and that means at least 200 pages of material to read per week plus other assignments. That means sitting by my table for hours. And I used to read it all, multiple times even. Now I know that you can prep by bending the rules, splitting the material, reading only the most necessary things, and choosing to not do some of the homework and still being able to keep up in the classroom. 

I think the most important thing is to not lose yourself. Find joy in the things you study, keep that curiosity burning and not pick at yourself if there are subjects that you hate - you'll end up giving yourself a mental block. 

And for the overwhelming part. Put aside time for yourself. For example, I love reading, that's my way of escaping the world and just turning my brain off. So, I know that there are two options - a) if the weak is super shit and there's so much work that I'm choking on it. I first try to kill off the biggest forest fires (aka uni assignments). That usually means that from Monday to Friday I need to work, work, work but then I know that during the weekend one day will be fully dedicated to resting - there just can't be exceptions. B) if the work can be split up and I can't bring myself to just work without breaks, I usually make a list of things to do that day and know that in the evening, I'll let myself read for an hour or so as a reward. You need to take care of yourself because when your head is stressy work will be messy. 

I believe in you! Sending you a big hug. ✨🤍

[an-album-a-day]

Viva Las Vengance by Panic! at the Disco

Genres: Pop Rock, Glam Rock, Power Pop, Rock and Roll.

This is the seventh album by Panic!, and it is now officially their last.

This is a post I didn't want to write. I heard snippets of this album on social media and listened to Viva Las Vengence the song when it came out. I hated everything I heard and didn't want to stain the memory of what was once my favourite band. Now that "the band disbanded" (Brandon decided he won't write any shit anymore), I felt a little weird not listening to the final part of their discography, given how impactful that band was to me in middle and high school. So I decided to listen to it.

The only songs I liked were ones where I could hear bits and pieces of the band they used to be: Viva Las Vengenace, Don't let the light go out, Local God (if it weren't about Ryan Ross), and Something about Maggie.

I actually had to listen to the album twice to get an actual opinion on it. The first time I listened to it, I thought "Hey, this isn't that bad". But that's what the album is trying to do. It's music for people who don't think twice about what they're listening to. This album is a confused collections of songs which are trying to be Theatrical, clever and interesting. Brandon completely and utterly failed at doing so. The actual result lies between weird, awful and sometimes painful to listen to.

But I think this is enough about this awful album. I'd like to title the rest of this post "A love letter to Panic! at the Disco".

before listening to VLV, I decided to take a tour of their discography, listening to each album once chronologically before I listened to their final one. I felt two conflicting and opposite emotions doing so- I felt like I was both touring a graveyard and reliving my middle school years at the same time. From the grooviness and fun of Time To Dance, Lying is the most fun, Nine in the afternoon, Hurricane and so on, straight to the almost flashbacks of ninth grade I've had while listening to The End Of All Things, Always, and such. I was reminded of how much this band shaped me. Of how much of my teen years were inspired by Panic!. Panic! were my favourite band for I think around 5 yeras. from 7th grade up until right before I started this account and expanding my musical taste. They were the soundtrack to the hard times I had with studying in High School. When I hung out and laughed with friends in middle scool, Panic! played. When I cried, I comforted myself with Panic. When I was bored with something, I played Panic to entertain myself.

The last time I've listened to their albums was when covering them here. It was closer to relistening than rediscovering them like it felt now. I was still in High School, and I covered them because I ran behind by a few days.

I don't think I've listened to a single Panic song since then. Not because I didn't like them, I just fell in love with other music.

And I fell in love with them again The band I loved so much was as good as I remembered. Having gained some distance from high school, and having enlisted in the army, feeling the way I felt when listening to some pop punk and alternative rock is a weird feeling. It feels like coming home on a wednesday with a shit ton of math homework, and ignoring it to instead play minecraft with friends. It feels like going to school on a monday, bored out of your mind, wishing you could read your book instead. It feels like going to the library on a friday and coming back with 10 books, and giving half of them back by Sunday. It feels like going to the mall with friends and talking about who likes who and how mean is your English teacher.

It feels like Home.

And I want to thank them. Thank you Panic for your years with me.

Thank you for being the band which shaped me the most.

Thank you Ryan Ross for forming this band I love so much Thank you Dallon Weeks for going the way you went with TWTLTRTD, possibly my favourite album by them. could've done without the last two albums Brandon, But thank you all. Thank you for being my adolescence.

[schoolcheatsheet]

HIGH SCHOOL CHEATSHEET

Tips for incoming or current high schoolers that will be SUPER helpful in keeping you not only on top of your grades, but also on top of your extracurricular activities, hobbies, social life, and health.

Talk to your teachers. Seriously. Even if you don't participate in class, communicating with your teachers during study hall or before/after school or the class will not only increase your understanding of the topic, but it also makes it easier for you to ask for extensions, retakes, or extra support when it comes to large exams or projects. Teachers that you have a strong relationship with will also be good resources for letters of recommendation!

Class participation is great, though. It reinforces whatever you're learning, can help with self-confidence, and is another way to give teachers a good impression of you as a proactive and engaged student.

Use your resources! You have textbooks, workbooks, review guides, or cheat sheets given to you for a reason. They are there to give you a deeper understanding of topics and be able to practice applying the material to new problems or situations. Online materials, especially youtube videos, are super great.

Work with your classmates. This isn't a one-on-one private tutor for a reason - classrooms are meant to induce collaborative learning and engagement. Your classmates may introduce new ideas and ways of thinking, be willing to help you learn a difficult subject, and are great emotional support when a class gets tough. Plus, generous classmates may repay you for helping them out with assignments :)

Do your work when assigned. It doesn't matter if the work is due a week, a month, or a semester from now - getting homework and assignments done as soon as they're issued will free up your time to work on other things, keep extra stress away, and help you learn at a more even, distributed pace - you'll remember and apply things better if you have a spaced out understanding of them throughout the school year, rather than cramming a ton of assignments at once.

Don't just take notes. Taking notes is obviously key, but what are you doing with that information after you read it and write it back out on paper? Use your notes as a base to rewrite them / draw them out / explain them to others / go more in-depth with them after class when you have more time / review them with a teacher. Trust me, you will have a much more confident and deep understanding of the material by genuinely using your notes rather than just taking them.

Seriously, eat and sleep well. It sounds overused, but that's because it's true. No student is going to do well on five hours of sleep and some trail mix for breakfast - or no breakfast at all. Proper nutrition and time for your brain to recharge will absolutely help you feel better and learn better. Eat full meals three times a day, have a mix of protein, carbs, fiber, and many vitamins/minerals, get 7-8 hours of sleep every night, etc. You're not going to drop out of high school, you just need to have a proper meal and get good rest. And for crying out loud, drink your water!

Go outside. Really. It can be easy to stay inside nearly all day between your house and your school, but spending time in the sun and around nature can do wonders for your mood, memory, concentration, and much more. Maybe take a walk in between study sessions, study by an open window, or keep houseplants around you. 'Touch grass' is genuinely helpful advice.

If you're struggling, see someone. No one is going to think any less of you - not that you even have to let your peers know. No one benefits from you keeping mental struggles to yourself, and it's literally people's entire professions to help you through your issues. Trust me, working through big mental battles with an empathetic professional will help you do so much better not just in school, but outside of it too.

Have fun. School is important, but so is your social life. Humans are social animals, and we struggle when we're isolated, literally or metaphorically. Canceling some parties for a giant exam the next day is understandable, but not seeing your friends in months because of school isn't. You'll feel more refreshed, and you'll want social memories later in life.

Join extracurriculars early! Even if you're a freshman, joining extracurriculars can only benefit you. It doesn't even have to be a big mission or chapter club - even small interest clubs can be a super fun way to relax, engage in your hobbies, and make new friends who share the same passions as you. If you don't like it or can't manage the time commitment, drop it, but how will you know if you don't try? Plus, testing out clubs and sticking to the ones you're genuinely interested in is a great way to introduce potential leadership opportunities later on, and many clubs engage in service or creative activities that look great on a resume.

Explore, but find your niche. Part of high school is experimenting with topics and subjects that you do or don't like, what careers interest you, and what it is that you genuinely enjoy learning and being a part of. However, especially for upperclassmen, finding a niche and sticking to it can help a LOT when applying to college or for subject-specific jobs. For instance, having an interest in medicine is great! Show that interest by taking many health science classes, finding health science-focused extracurriculars, and creating a network of similar-minded people. Colleges and employers will see this dedication to an individual topic as a strength.

But... don't isolate your academics. Sort of contrary to what I just mentioned, but colleges also like variety. Sure, you love medicine and you show it in your courses and clubs. But your whole life should be more than that. Take some other interesting classes to fill in the gaps, and engage in your personal interests or other exciting-sounding topics through programs, activities, clubs, or even personal projects outside of school. Colleges like it when students know what they want to pursue and show it, but they also love well-rounded students who don't limit themselves to a certain subject.

Be nice. No matter how hard it is to not scowl at people, you do not want to be the person who gets a reputation (especially as a freshman or sophomore) for being unkind and rude. No one will want to work with you, support you, or have fun with you outside of class, which can really hurt not only your academics but also your personality and character. It's not that hard to compliment your peers and be a courteous person.

Stay organized. Another repetitive tip, but seriously, it is SO much harder to get quality work done on time when you can't even find your work. Having a clean environment / backpack / locker / desk space will help your brain feel decluttered, too, and benefit your work as a result. Plus, teachers tend to favor more organized and well-kept students. Speaking of...

Stay well-kept! It's hard to wake up and put on a clean, smart outfit a lot of the time, or keep your hair brushed and washed, or remember to brush your teeth every morning and night, or wash your face regularly... but do it anyway. Having good hygiene, especially in routine, helps to build discipline, and it also makes you feel a lot better about yourself. Your confidence and your quality of work will SHOOT up if you stop wearing dirty sweatpants and a hoodie to school every day... trust me.

There are many more, but this is a good place to start :) Happy learning, and take care of yourselves!

[trainingforfandom]

Midoriya Izuku (Deku)

Midoriya is the definition of an overtrainer and we all see how it detriments him: tiredness caught up with him during a run with All-Might, he ‘barely passed’ the written portion of the entrance exam which isn’t normal for someone so academically inclined, and devoted to improvement. I might do the 10 month training plan at some point, but I wanted to go along with the theme of workouts at UA. Midoriya definitely still somewhat overtrains, he is always doing ‘distributed workouts’ which will be a key feature in this (at least for the vanity muscles, come on, he’s 14-17 in the series). He likely trains full body 4x a week which shouldn’t really be done. There comes a point of probable diminishing returns where the body is simply not able to cope with that much volume. However, Midoriya needs to train ‘every muscle’ which probably means a lot of compound movements per workout. He is also constantly working on his quirk which is more physical exertion. In terms of his musculature, he only looks small compared to Todoroki and Bakugou because of his height. Additional factors include he only began working out recently, burns way too many calories (his quirk is literally stockpiling energy and releasing it), his overtraining/lack of sleep, and training mainly for strength not hypertrophy. Which leads me to say, strength training usually comes with hitting failure without a ton of volume, saving this workout from being 2000 reps of everything. 

Diet: Midoriya is seen eating a variety of foods, he seems to appreciate fried meats like Fuyumi’s Karaage and especially KATSUDON! His favorite food! His mom seems to ordinarily prepare him healthy meals that include fish, eggs, vegetables, and rice. He drinks tea fairly often (caffeine is a stimulant and has benefits). He also likes sweets, taiyaki, cake and the like. A balanced diet is the takeaway here,Midoriya can enjoy the modern diet to the fullest, he needs to eat to get stronger and perform better. As normal people, just mind how you feel, and adjust accordingly. Katsudon is fairly balanced, plenty of macros, especially protein, served with a vegetable side and it’s a great dish to add to the weekly rotation. This program is pretty strenuous, so protein to help those muscles recover, vitamins and creatine may also be recommended according to preference. 

Recovery: Midoriya might take advantage of the school infirmary way more often than others, physical therapy for his injuries and healing quirks for much simpler things like soreness is probably how he manages. He’s not as well off as Bakugou, but he seems to enjoy heat therapy such as onsens, compression items (for injuries yes, for soreness, I’m not sure), and he seems like the type to pop a voltaren/ibuprofen/paracetamol (otc painkiller, I’m guilty of taking a panadol/tylenol when I push too hard). 

Similar to Bakugou: It goes without saying, you might want to do a Week A PE on Mon, Wed Fri then a Week B 4 x full body . Anime people are… built different. I’ll be doing 2 lighter workouts and 2 heavier ones just because it makes sense. Incidental training may occur on these ‘lighter days’. WARNING: The volume of this program may be too much to do in one week. Just don’t. Yes, some people are also built differently. Let’s not get ourselves Rhabdomyolysis shall we? 

Rhabdomyolysis: https://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/rhabdomyolysis-symptoms-causes-treatments 

While Midoriya is great, he isn’t the healthiest in terms of recovery, so he destroys himself during the week, and rests on weekends. School isn’t too challenging for him, so he has enough time for himself to do his homework and readings. 

**Optional Incidental Training: To be done during study breaks/upon waking such as the curls and grip training Deku is constantly seen repping out. These can be supplemented with the ‘lighter workouts’. I’ll put some examples of when he might do these: 

3 x 20 Pushups (Upon waking)   

100 Crunches (Upon waking) 

6 x 10 Light bicep curls (80% of normal working weight) (During study breaks, 10 curls at every hour mark) 

4 x 25 Gripper (each side) OR 100 seconds of dead hanging (Gripper: during class/Hanging: right after school, to stretch the spine and train grip)

Monday: PE + Lighter Workout 

https://at.tumblr.com/trainingforfandom/when-i-eventually-get-around-to-posting-the-bnha/7uko15gf5wwv 

Compound (Be powerful, forceful, but safe,rest lots between sets): 

15, 8, 6, 4, 6 Seated Row 

15, 8, 6, 4, 6 Seated Chest Press 

3 x 10 Goblet Squats (Lighter weight 60% 1RM)

Isolation (Focus on the muscle, go slow, light weights): 

4 x 10 Face Pulls 

4 x 10 Cable Lat Raise 

3 x 12 Hamstring Curls 

Skill/Quirk: Midoriya would probably spend this time training new moves and using his quirk, humans do not have quirks, so here are some options: 

Chill, you grow when you rest

Practice for a sport/activity (Improve that one tough move) 

Cardio (aim to burn 100-200 kcal) 

An ab workout 

Tuesday: Workout

Compound (Be powerful, forceful, but safe,rest lots between sets): 

(Warmup: 15, 10, 8) 7 x 3  Squats

(Warmup 15, 10, 8) 7 x 3  Bench Press

(Warmup: 10, 8) 7 x 3 Bent Over Row

3 x 10 RDL (Lighter weight 60% 1RM)

3 x 10 Dumbbell Lat Pullover  (Lighter weight 60% 1RM)

Isolation (Focus on the muscle, go slow, light weights): 

3 x 12 Weighted Calf Raises 

4 x 15 Chest Supported Rear Delt Flye 

4 x 15 Lateral Raises 

3 x 12 Drag Curls 

Wednesday: PE 

https://at.tumblr.com/trainingforfandom/when-i-eventually-get-around-to-posting-the-bnha/7uko15gf5wwv 

Thursday: Workout 

Compound (Be powerful, forceful, but safe,rest lots between sets): 

(Warmup: 15, 10, 8) 7 x 3 Deadlift 

(Warmup: 15, 10, 8) 7 x 3 Weighted Pull Ups 

(Warmup: 15, 10, 8) 7 x 3 Weighted Dips 

3 x 10 Leg Press (Lighter weight 60% 1RM)

3 x 10 Straight Arm Pulldown (Lighter weight 60% 1RM)

Isolation (Focus on the muscle, go slow, light weights): 

3 x 20 Weighted Calf Raises 

3 x 15 Cable Pull Apart 

4 x 15 Upright Row 

3 x 10 Ring Support Hold With Turnouts 

Friday: PE + Lighter Workout (To be done during the weightlifting portion of PE) 

https://at.tumblr.com/trainingforfandom/when-i-eventually-get-around-to-posting-the-bnha/7uko15gf5wwv 

Compound (Be powerful, forceful, but safe,rest lots between sets): 

15, 8, 6, 4, 6 Overhead Press 

15, 8, 6, 4, 6 Lunges 

3 x 10 Lat Pulldown (Lighter weight 60% 1RM)

Isolation (Focus on the muscle, go slow, light weights): 

2 x “21’s” Bicep Curls (7 bottom ROM, 7 Full Curls, 7 top ROM. NO REST)

3 x 10 Wrist Curls 

3 x 12 Leg Extension 

Skill/Quirk: Midoriya would probably spend this time training new moves and using his quirk, humans do not have quirks, so here are some options: 

Chill, you grow when you rest

Practice for a sport/activity (Improve that one tough move) 

Cardio (aim to burn 100-200 kcal) 

An ab workout 

Saturday: REST

Sunday: REST

 On a personal tangent here, this workout is special to me. Midoriya is who got me working out, trying hard in my studies at the tail end of high school. I take inspiration from him to do my best to do things when I don't feel like it even if I fail most of the time. I had few friends, was outcast, tired constantly, and in poor health because I didn’t know any better. He’s what sent me down the rabbit-hole of just trying to be better. All of us are doing that in this life, and sometimes we don’t succeed, but just like Midoriya keep going to be a better you! On the day I’m writing this, I was reminded of another thing to work towards: not just a strong body but a strong mind.

[advice-go-for-it]

how do i deal with the anxiety of starting college?

i'm terrified that i'm going to be a failure or that i'll end up not making friends and being a loner. the thought of being an adult terrifies me too.

Make sure to be prepared. Get all the materials you’ll need in advance. An erasable calendar can be really helpful too. Setting food and hydration and homework alarms can help too, along with bringing a water bottle. Practicing carrying everything can really help as well! Fit everything you need into your bag beforehand so that you can test it and see what needs to be adjusted.

It could also be good to see if there are any tours you could take. Or to reach out and see if you could arrange a tour! That way you’ll have time to learn the layout of the building without the pressure of being late for class.

Try and schedule one day a week where you have a rest day, and one day a month where you meet up with friends you already know.

I promise you’ll make friends if you be yourself. You’ll attract people similar to you, and they’ll love you. There will probably also be advertised study groups or get togethers, and those can be a great way to meet people!

You will fail at some things. It is okay to fail. If college ends up too much for you, consider taking a gap year. Failing at things doesn’t make you a failure. College isn’t for everyone, and it is okay if it ends up not being for you. You can definitely be successful in life without it.

Try your best, that’s all you can do.

Being an adult is indeed scary, but I promise that you can do it. Ask for help as much as you can. Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean that you can’t ask for help. There are tons of people online and in person that would love to help you.

Lastly, be kind to yourself. You deserve good things. You can do this.

[charincharge]

AP Anon: No worries! I ended up dropping AP Lang for a study hall and things have been surprisingly easy this semester!! AP Stats is a high B (literally an 89..) and the others are A's. I also have basically no homework, which is.. surprising?? I had a ton for Lang before I dropped it, but APUSH, Stats, and Psych have pretty much none. Maybe one or two things per week, so I've been using my study hall to read instead- Also taking care of myself and resting. Thanks again for the advice before 💗

This is excellent news. Glad you’re taking care of yourself AND crushing your APs. Who do you think you are, Aelin or something?

[xiaosmoon]

the boys as your classmate

pairings: albedo, childe, xiao, kaeya, kazuha, & thoma x gn!reader

warnings/content: fluff

a/n: in honor of my first week back on campus. wrote this while i was sick so yeah.

-> albedo

the put together guy with the most aesthetically pleasing notes. he is definitely the guy you want in your group if you're looking for an A+

albedo is the perfect student. turns in his work on time, is the president of the science club, & goes to country clubs on his off time. what more could you ask for?

all of the teachers love him no doubt, as does the rest of your student body. albedo truly doesn't recognize how popular he is. he gets gushed over all the time but just doesn't pay any mind to it.

he has the nicest clothes. sweater vests, plaid paints, necklaces, rings, and sometimes even wears glasses. not to mention he smells like freshly picked flowers.

if you ever miss a day of class, albedo has pictures of notes sent to you already with a breakdown on each lesson. he even offers to tutor you after school!

if you're looking for the perfect study buddy, albedo is your man.

-> childe

class clown, 100%

he never really takes class seriously and the teachers often yell at him. does that stop him though? absolutely not.

childe is popular and he knows it. he isn't afraid to flash a smile or two to get what he wants. might as well use all of his recourses, right?

he isn't in any clubs, although he plays tons of sports year round. basketball, football, you name it!

he tried lacrosse once but quit in less than a week because it wasn't "competitive enough."

more than likely, you're his tutor. you didn't exactly sign up to be his tutor because he's intimidating, but your teacher promised you extra credit.

childe was surprisingly easy to tutor. he listened to your advice and even took notes. (granted it was the worst note taking you've ever seen but hey, at least it's something.)

he teases you a lot on purpose during tutoring sessions. brushing his hand against yours, flicking paper at you, doodling on your hand, but it's all because he secretly has a crush on you.

-> xiao

half the time he's not even there?? it'll be a miracle if he even stays the whole class period. but he somehow manages to have perfect grades which baffles you every time.

xiao is usually quite. he never raises his hand in class yet he always has the answer. every time a teacher is convinced xiao isn't paying attention, they'll call on him purposefully yet he'll give them the correct answer every. single. time.

you noticed he doesn't talk to many people so once you complimented his hair with the most genuine smile on your face. he uttered a bored thanks which made you feel embarrassed. what you didn't know was that xiao's heart was beating 100 miles per hour.

he's always thought you were cute. he once sketched you in the middle of class but crumpled it up straight away because he thought it was creepy.

he isn't in any clubs, but he does hang around near school and skates with his friends.

whenever he works up the courage, he'll be the one to greet you first next time.

-> kaeya

the class smooth talker. flirts with everyone just for the fun of it. it's not like he intends anyone to actually get attached to him, it's just his idea of fun.

unfortunately for him, many, many people have crushes on him. he's had so many love confessions that he's a pro at rejection.

on valentine's day, his locker was stuffed with cards & flowers, so many that they just poured out onto the floor when he opened it. he didn't read any of them.

when he tries smooth talking you for the first time to get the homework answers, it was a punch to his ego. you didn't give in. everyone always gives in.

that caused kaeya's attention to be averted to you. why didn't you fall at his feet like everyone else at this school? naturally he tried to befriend you.

even when you showed no interest he kept pushing, determined to figure out why. were you not attracted to him? impossible.

but that only made his will to find out stronger. he would never upright as you why, of course not. but while searching for the answer, spending all of this time with you, the feelings that bubbled in his chest began to came to life.

all of the words that came out of your mouth began to sound like the sweetest melody. when your body accidentally brushed against his, kaeya's skin felt on fire. had he actually fallen for someone?

-> kazuha

the poetical one, obviously. no one knows it, but he writes all of the school play scripts. his english teacher was at tears with his work and begged him to help out with theater.

kazuha is usually by himself, not that he minds it. he's always quite in class and usually never talks. you always catch him doodling in his notebook though.

when you finally get the courage to speak to kazuha, you learn that he's actually very friendly! kazuha shared a few of his literature works with you in hopes that he can draw some more inspiration.

when you learn that he was the one who writes the school plays, you were in absolute shock. no wonder everyone was overly emotion at this year's beauty and the beast.

kazuha once encouraged you to try out for the lead role. you declined immediately, knowing you could never act in front of hundreds of watching eyes. he secretly signs you up anyway.

-> thoma

the nice boy. always helping out teachers, having great grades, & is the president of the animal rescue club. what's not to love?

he's definitely won homecoming court. and on top of everything else he's on the basketball team.

totally the type you wanna bring home to your parents. underneath his perfect appearance, people failed to realize how much of a softie this man is.

he doesn't realize when girls are hitting on him and it's the funniest thing ever to you. you always tease him for it but thoma brushes it off as "they were just being friendly."

he would never tell you, but you've been his crush for a while. you guys have been best friends since forever, so why hasn't he made a move?

mostly because he's afraid of putting the friendship at risk. he doesn't want to lose you because of something as dumb as feelings. so he'll keep quite about it.

[safespacespence]

spencer reid and 'i love you'

angst then fluff, 0.4k, gn!reader cw maeve's death [a/n] hi i just couldn't stop thinking about this for a while and had to write it out before doing my homework. so yes i hope you enjoy this rushed and semi-painful piece heh

tell me what you thought of the piece <3

spencer had the ability to scan through his memories and recall every single word uttered to him. but for some reason, those three words were difficult for him to think about.

the idea of either of his parents saying ‘i love you’ to him? foggy. it gives him a headache just thinking about it. he’s sure they have, he just wasn’t conscious of it. and he’s read a ton on love languages, trying to understand where his parents were coming from—which love language they probably displayed. but the memories of his childhood are all blurry, so he’s always left with muddled feelings and thoughts.

garcia said it too easily. jj would to some. hotch never did, but he wanted to. when rossi did, they slipped away. morgan hadn't found a reason to. and emily held back, but she didn't have anyone to say it to even when she wanted to. spencer couldn't learn how to from anyone.

and then after maeve, he knew that he couldn’t take those three words for granted. her ‘i love you’ over the telephone played like a broken record in his head for days after she said them. and then for weeks after she died, he tried to deafen the gunshot ringing with the sound of her rushed ‘i love you’, cutting and repeating the record right before she hangs up.

so, you didn’t expect him to commit or attach, much less say ‘i love you’ on the second date. but he did, and he was so sure of it.

“i love you.” “spencer—” “no, let me say it.” his voice was cracked, fighting tears. “okay.” “i love you, and i want you to know that. because if i lose you,” his voice faltered. “because if i lose you, and i didn’t say those three stupid words because i was scared of whatever held me back before; and you don’t need to say it back yet, i just needed to tell you, just incase.”

you held his face in your hands as you studied him. his lips were trembling as he scrambled for more words to vocalise the sprint of his thoughts in his brain. but those three words were enough to tell you everything. “spencer, i love you too.” his eyes found yours. you were sucked into the way the light made his teary eyes glitter. you felt his head rest into your hands, turning ever so slightly to place a kiss onto your palms. you felt his jaw tense then relax, before opening once more to tell you again. he liked the sound of it coming out so easily from his mouth. it was like he had conquered a giant.

“i love you. just incase.”

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[denjirv]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐝 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

Synopsis: Denji is in love with his friend, how cute! He also is willing to kill you, oh...no?  Genre: Dark  Contains: Mentions of period blood, Murder, Denji giving big pervert activity 

A/N: Lmaoooo here u go @minamoo​ also oops sorry was too lazy to make this longer so get cliffhangered-  He was your friendly next door neighbor. Such a kind boy with a messy exterior, messy like his blonde locs that always finds itself sticking out of his head. He was a bit of an airhead but he means well. You got along with him pretty well when he first moved into the neighborhood and soon started hanging out with him like skateboarding or just hanging out at the mall. The days became weeks, months than a year and your friendship was unbreakable. Despite the year of this found friendship you only saw him as a friend, an younger brother even but Denji’s crush on you grew with each season passing. The days where he gets to sleepover at your place were the best since while you were busy showering he would grab all of the things around your room like trash or pens. Then it got bigger with perfume bottles and socks or panties, till one day while you went downstairs to grab some snacks for the both of you Denji made a move to look around what you have. From the corner of his eye was a weird plastic object, he gets close only to find your vibrator and he just melts right there. It smelled just like you and even tasted like you as he drools from his silly wide grin before he stuffs it in his sweatpants when he hears footsteps. The night carried on normally but Denji was sniffing the vibrator the entire night, letting his big sweaty hands stain it with his own fluids and musk as he licks all over it while you slept on your bed. Denji was your friend and you trust him a lot with everything, he was your only friend after all. But one day will change everything as you went over to his place after school to study and do homework together. His parents were usually out so that left you two alone with his dog at his place. It was a nice house, very typical homey feel to it but when you got to his room it was completely opposite to the nice and calm atmosphere in the rest of the house. He had tons of manga and anime figures on his shelf and some posters hung up with one of a nude anime girl at his computer desk, in which you mock him for jokingly. His dog was resting on his bed while the two of you sat on the floor to start working, more like for you to work and to stop him from peeking to see your answers. “Denji stop- do your work!” You laugh in between your words as you shove Denji’s face away with your hand as he laughs along with you. “Just let me have a peek! Come on I’ll leave you alone after that” He kept looking over as he grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away from him as he looked at the answer. Grabbing his pencil he started writing out the answer, even saying it outloud while doing so. “Fuck sakes Denji!” You push your body against his causing him to fall over and drop his notebook and pencil, he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as you gasp and laugh while looking down at him. He never took anything serious, not even if he tried to but it was charming to you. There was never a worry of getting into deep dark topics cause he always had such a light hearted tone to it. As you keep up from him you look down at his brown eyes and smile down before letting out a sigh, sitting back up. “You better do your work while I’m gone. I’m gonna use your bathroom real quick” You adjusted your shorts before getting up and heading out of the room. “Do you remember where it’s at?” He asked since it’s been a while since you’ve stayed at his place. “I’m pretty sure, just don’t copy off from me while I'm out dummy” You teased before leaving with a smile.It was a simple house, there was a room for the bathroom and bedroom and it was relatively small. Leaving soft footsteps from your socks you look around to find the bathroom but looking from the corner of the hallway was a room that looked a bit suspicious. You remembered he said that they don’t use it anymore and it used to belong to his older brother before he moved out for college. But something about it was strange, maybe it was the hallway lights that illuminated from it or maybe it's just out of the idea of what's in it since he told you to not go in it. Who knows maybe it’s just a normal dusty room but the idea of something being in it was luring you closer and closer like a moth to a lamp you went closer to the room The closer you walked the closer you felt your skin crawl the more you went closer to the door, it took you a few small pushes to open the door and what you saw made your jaw drop. Like flies to a lamp zapper you too were stunned at the horrifying sight to see. What was originally a room turned into a shrine with all the things you have. Missing clothes from weeks ago and to your favorite perfume bottles that you could’ve sworn you bought yesterday. They were all there And the worst one of all was the vibrator that had a smell to it which was foul and almost rot of…blood? Not coming from the toy but coming behind from the shrine was part of period pads and tampons from your bathroom trash can. You gag almost at the overwhelming sight of all of this as you fall back in a moment of panic. You were frozen and quiet, this couldn't be true? You just didn’t think he would do such a thing. But the more you looked around the more you saw some duffle bags. Underneath the pool of wine red liquid you were scared but went over to see what it was. Everything in your mind was telling you to run but a dark part of you wanted more Wanted more of what was going on as you looked down at the bags. “This is fucking crazy…” Under your shaky breath you unzip the bags and scream. The heads of Denji’s father in the bag with blood smear all over and rotting with flies surrounding it’s lifeless head. You just sat there, looking at the bloody room around you until your heart sank hearing footsteps. “What are you doing? The bathroom is in the next room” Denji’s voice was different in many ways, not only in tone but simply the way he talked was chillingly calm. You didn’t move a muscle but you also didn’t want to face him. So you just sat there in terror “You…Why did you…” Words were coming out only in short sentences as you looked down at the man you’d always greet before going off with his son. There were many things you didn’t know about him, he kept his life private away from you which you understand why but this wasn’t what you were expecting. The room got cold from the silence, you closed your eyes hoping to wake up from this nightmare. “Denji…please this isn’t real, please please wake up…wake up wake up wake up” Praying to whoever god was out there you could wake up. You look down at the ground as you hear Denji clicking with his tongue. “I told you not to go in here-” You look over at him, before you know it he swung at you with a bat and you got knocked out cold. Blood hitting his bat and staining the floor as he looks down at your limp body. “And this is why we shouldn’t be wondering around”  Too be continued... <3

[poguestvff]

LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

[filterjeons]

private show | jjk

✦ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

✦ summary: throughout your relationship, you never thought jungkook would ask a certain type of action from you. however, you take it into consideration...without the intention of him nearly catching you

✦ rating: M, not suitable for minors

✦ genre: smut

✦ word count: 7.4k

✦ warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, tsundere!reader, rough & unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!!), dirty talk, degradation bc im a whore for that, masterbation, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), fingering, orgasm denial

Honestly, you didn’t know what you did in your past life to earn a man like Jungkook but you weren’t complaining one bit anyways. By just one look at you, people assumed you weren’t the type to have a boyfriend and you would spend the rest of your life alone. Luckily, you managed to prove them all wrong by being with someone who loved you for the way you were instead of your money. 

It was a blessing and a curse to be born into a rich family of doctors who expected you to be the heir of the family hospital. Despite having your future already planned for you, you fell in love with playing the violin after being introduced to it when you were young. The feeling of holding the violin against your jaw as the bow ran across the strings to produce a classical melody that you’ve familiarized yourself with throughout the years. 

You would much rather be at a violin recital in a beautiful dress playing one of Bach’s sonatas than being cooped up in your room studying biology. However, your parents didn’t feel the same way. 

When you were about 6, you ranked second at a competition against tons of kids who were in their later-preteens but that wasn’t enough to prove to your parents how much you loved music. They took it as a sign of failure because “it’s not being first” and always used that argument against you to emphasize on how you have to be at the top of your class. 

“Mommy! Guess what, I got second place! Second out of a bunch of bigger kids! I didn’t expect-” you squealed, kicking the back of the limo’s glass partition. Instead of candy, you were buzzing with excitement due to how well you placed in your county’s music recital. But what you didn’t know was that even a place close to first was never enough. “Why didn’t you get first?” 

As those words ran through your ears, you felt your blood run cold and the eyes that were dancing of excitement and joy started to dull. You clutched your certificate tightly, tears starting to swell up. 

“That’s because there was a sixth grader who was better than me and she was really good, she can play the piano-” “You see, if you can’t get first then you shouldn’t pursue a career in music. It’s too hard and competitive for you anyways. How about you focus on your studies, especially since you’re going to take over the hospital when you’re older.” 

Up until last year which was your freshman year of college, you obeyed them by devoting your time to studying and only treating music as just a hobby while you hide your feelings along the way. Now that you think about it, you barely had friends during high school since every break period, you were always alone in the music room and you were too stubborn to go up to people. The only reason why you would talk to someone is to work on a group project but it ended up being that you would do all of the work while they slack off. 

Everyday felt dull and uninteresting, especially since you’re being put in a fate that you don’t even want. But like some stupid cliche, it all changed ever since you met him. 

You didn’t even intend to meet him, hell you barely knew he existed. But the night of your chemistry midterm, the apartment next to you decided to have a party which most of the school is invited to and blast loud music that could be heard from the next town over. 

It couldn’t get any worse as you were already stressed from college and your parent’s crazy expectations and you were definitely not failing otherwise you’re dead meat. Normally, you would just try to sleep it out with earplugs but since you barely ate anything but coffee and granola bars and you were tired from the 24 hour studying, that was your last straw. So you did the thing a person would do in your situation: marching over to the party in your purple star-printed nightgown to give them a piece of your mind. 

Already at the door, you could feel people’s stares burn into you, due to why you came to the party when you didn’t bother interacting with people and why you were in your pajamas. Maybe people were going to talk about you on Instagram but you didn’t care, you just wanted to ensure that you have enough sleep so you could at least pass. 

Unfortunately for you, you must’ve looked extremely stupid because you were wandering around the same area like a drunk man. Random people did offer to get you a drink but you declined; after all it was a school night. Eventually you gave up trying to even bother talking after seeing the host, local frat boy Jackson Wang, surrounded by the rest of the partygoers in a beer pong game. 

Frustrated and exhausted, you hauled yourself up to a seemingly empty room and collapsed onto the bed. Not only did you enter a college party in your pajamas but you wasted precious time studying over something idiotic like this. With all of these negative emotions inside of you, screaming inside a pillow was the first thing that came into your mind. And unfortunately, someone had to be the witness of your near mental breakdown. 

“Woah, is everything okay?” a velvety voice chuckled, patting your back slightly. Well, another reason why your night is absolute shit. You turned your face up to chew off the mysterious person but for some reason, your voice was all caught up in your throat. 

He was different, different from all of the boys that ever interacted with you. Despite you being a complete loner, the guys in your high school tried to hook up with you but you were never interested. They stunk of axe and the only reason why they’re “popular” is because they were on a sports team. Besides, you were too busy in your academics to even think about dating. 

You couldn’t really see him but the guy who’s in the room with you looks better than every single guy in your high school combined: his long dark hair in a mini-ponytail contrasting with his cute bunny-like face. 

“Wh-who are you?” “Jeon Jungkook. I’m a member of the boxing team and my family owns a records shop downtown. What about you?” 

“I-i-” “Aren’t you Y/N, the smart girl who doesn’t talk to anybody and spends her time either studying or in the music room with her violin?” Thank god the room is dark because your face was burning up badly. Barely anyone knew you and if they did, they had bad things to say about you because you were so quiet and boring. However, what he said was a fact and you shouldn’t blame him for having an impression on you due to what other people said. It hurted nonetheless though, especially since he was a part of a sports team. 

“Yeah, that’s me. What do you want? If it’s homework answers, then fine!” you snapped, immediately standing up and walking away. You were absolutely done with this night, all you wanted to do is sleep so you have some sanity tomorrow. 

“You sure are feisty. It’s cute,” he said with a cocky grin stuck on his face. Oh, how you wanted to slap it off. 

“If you’re asking me out, I’m not interested!” you fought back. Although you were one step out of the door, something about him made you want to stay. Like you wanted to talk to him. 

“I didn’t say anything about that but if you want it that way-”

“No! I-I’m sorry for acting all rude, I’m just having a really bad night and I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone,” you mumbled, turning on the light. Oh how it was a bad idea..

Now that you could really see his face clearly, your heart felt like it was about to explode. He was dressed in a simple all-black T-shirt and jeans with combat boots to match. What really captivated you were the tattoos on his hand and up to his elbow, each symbol and design etched out beautifully which must’ve taken hours. 

Although you were at least wearing clothes, you felt exposed due to the stupid pajamas you have on. He somehow sensed your embarrassment and gave you a small smirk which made it ten times worse. 

“Well, do you want to explain why you were screaming in a pillow earlier?” Normal you definitely wouldn’t spill her feelings to a hot guy she just met five minutes ago but with him, you felt safe. Like for one night, all your worries and feelings are immediately gone and it’s just you and him. 

Was this the stupid shit they call “love at first sight”? 

“My midterm is tomorrow and I can’t sleep from all of the noise so I came here to yell at the host of the party. Jackson Wang, fuck you and your decision to host a party today,” you sighed, settling yourself next to him. You would expect him to immediately laugh and make fun of you since it was something a lot of people did to you whenever you cared about your grades. Instead, he looked at you with understandment and listened to what you had to say. 

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I went to this stupid party in the first place,” he replied, making you snort out a laugh. As you were trying to collect yourself from his statement, Jungkook’s mouth turned up into a small smile. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect that. Anyways, I guess I should get going since I have a big day ahead of me,” you smiled, feeling a small weight being lifted off of your shoulders. As you trudge out the door, Jungkook’s arm stops yours for a second. 

“Do you think I can have your phone number? Not for dating but you sound like a really cool person to be around and no offense but you seem lonely.” “Thanks for the compliment. But here you go,” you said sarcastically, scribbling down your phone number on a random piece of stationary in the drawer next to the bed. Maybe this is all a fever dream, maybe you’re hallucinating due to how little sleep you’ve gotten during midterm week. 

“I’ll see you soon…” he waved you goodbye as you gave a final look at the door. He was interesting but now isn’t the time to be distracted! You’re pretty sure that if you pinch yourself, you’ll be back in your dorm since this is just a dream? “Also, d-don’t take it the wrong way! It’s not like I like you or anything! I just wrote down my number because you asked nicely! We’re never going to date!” Not only did you pass your midterm but your last line to Jungkook in the stuffy college party would become your famous last words. 

It’s been years since you and Jungkook met at that party and a lot has changed then. You started to grow feelings and date him a few weeks after your midterm, eventually making the relationship official in a month. After a few months into dating, he introduced his parents to you first. They were a sweet family with amazing home cooked meals which you were dying to recreate and luckily, they accepted you with open arms. 

However, him meeting your parents wasn’t that smooth. Now that you look back on that day, not only were you permanently deciding to be with the one that you love but it also felt like you were breaking free out of the shell that your parents trapped you in because you didn’t want to go down the path they set for you. 

You shook your head to yourself, not wanting to be reminded of the painful past. Now, you were a violinist playing in recitals and companies and Jungkook was running his parent’s record shop. You were happy and you didn’t care about what your stupid parents think. They can simply ask someone else to run the hospital and it’ll still be fine. 

As soon as the practice track ended, you turned off the metronome and packed your violin away. The apartment that you and Jungkook shared was average-sized, a notable difference from the mansion you used to live in but it was better. You were with the person you love and that’s all you could ever need. It may sound corny but a simple life with him was all you ever wanted. 

After you pack away your violin, you impatiently wait alongside the door for Jungkook to get home. Right now, he has boxing practice for a match next week and he wanted to stay with his teammate Taehyung to be the best that he can but he’s stopping by for a day. You’re not into boxing but like the good girlfriend you were, you attend most of his matches (some conflicted with your performances) and cheer him on. 

Although you miss having him by your side, you’re also aware of how much boxing means to him as it was a break from the hectic life of owning a music store. Another positive in your new life was the amount of music there was, a good break from the science and math that filled your childhood. 

You heard some jiggling among the door locks and surely enough, Jungkook’s handsome face was in your view. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and some blue jeans, a very simple outfit after spending most of his time at the boxing gym. 

“Hey baby,” he cooed, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

“Hi. I’m so happy you’re back, I was starting to worry that you forgot about me,” you joked, carrying his boxing bag to your shared bedroom with him tagging behind. 

“You know I would never forget about you,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the back of your neck. Instead of wriggling away like you normally do, you allow yourself to relish in his affection since he wasn’t a person who did it often. 

“I missed you..” you mumbled, turning around and kissing him. He returned the kiss more passionately, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The sudden action made you forget about everything, focusing only on him. Unfortunately, with your senses locked on him, it caused you to fall onto the bed, your head nearly hanging off of the edge. Jungkook used your weakness to have more control over the kiss and you, carefully grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Even though he always controls kissing you, his lips are also full of love and longing due to him being gone for too long. 

“God I missed this,” he mumbled, breaking away to remove the buttons of your blouse and kissing the side of your neck. You whined from his touch, feeling a bit embarrassed due to how much time it’s been since the two of you were together. 

“What is it baby girl, are you nervous? Come on, we’ve known each other for years and I know you can take anything I give you.” It was true of course but for some reason, it felt like the first time you had sex with him. 

After your shirt has been taken off, you unconsciously cover your chest with your arms. You didn’t know why you’re acting so self-conscious, especially since you’ve been a challenger to him in bed. 

“Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you don’t want to-” Jungkook asked softly, reaching over to take your hand. 

What’s there to be nervous about? It’s just Jungkook and like he said, you’ve known him for too long. Besides, don’t you have too much pride to act this way? You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked back at him with a seductive smile. 

“You were taking too long to take off my shirt. How boring,” you said coyly, tapping his nose playfully. He returned your gaze, his eyes darkened with lust and desire. 

“Well then baby girl, how about you take off the rest of your clothes since you seem like you want to do it,” he muttered, sitting up with his attention completely on your chest. One thing you were infamous in your relationship for is being a brat, a mix of you being submissive but not backing down completely. Even though you liked being a good girl sometimes, the rest is just you on the receiving end. After all, you won’t back down to a challenge, nonetheless if your challenger’s your significant other. 

If a person only based off of what they saw, they would think that you were the one taking absolute control due to the aura you give off and your harsh personality. However, at least between you and him since you were one to keep your private life a secret, he is the one with the reins and you were completely fine with it. 

You unclipped your bra, throwing it at some random place in the room and revealed your exposed breasts. He ogled at your body up and down, his familiar lustful gaze running through his eyes. 

“Hey, what are you staring at?” you barked, slowly starting to feel awkward. Unlike you, Jungkook had no shame when it came to your bedroom activities and there were times when he would just stare at you while you’re completely bare. How embarrassing...but it’s no big deal. 

“Watch your mouth you little brat. Do I have to punish you on my day back?” he said darkly, his tone immediately making the back of your hairs stand up. Your face softened, heat forming in your cheeks as you twirled a random piece of your hair, a random habit that you’ve done since elementary school.

“I-I’m sorry.” “Sorry what, baby girl? You’re smarter than that.” “Sorry..sir.” After that word was uttered in your soft and obedient tone, Jungkook could feel his dick growing harder by the second. Hearing you give up all of your confidence and letting him control you never failed to turn him on. 

“Now take off the rest of your clothes, sweetie. Or are you going to continue being a dumb little girl and keep playing with me,” he growled softly, leaning back on the bed frame. You felt like acting up some more but he truly was scary when he’s upset and you didn’t want to make his visit back bad because of your behavior so you simply did what he said. Even though you wouldn’t admit it to the world, you also love obeying Jungkook. 

You quickly unzippered your jeans, pulling them off along with your panties and kicking them out of the bed. The warmth from the clothes were immediately replaced by the chilly air from the air conditioner, your nipples standing up and goosebumps filling your body. It was humiliating, especially since Jungkook can see you so clearly. 

“My precious sweetheart,” he cooed, leaning over you and you could feel his hardened member alongside the roughness of his jeans as he slowly grinded into you. 

“Ahh…” You didn’t know what to say, except you knew you wanted more. Jungkook’s mouth was latched onto your nipples, sucking them harshly while his other hand was massaging and flicking on them repeatedly. You felt your eyes roll back to your head and your pussy dampening, even though he wasn’t doing anything yet. 

“You like this baby?” he asked gruffly, tugging on your nipple teasingly as it sends sparks of pleasure inside you. You only let out a whine in response as he broke apart from your chest and slowly made his way down your body. 

All of a sudden, he inserted one of his long fingers inside of your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. You squealed from the intrusion as your body tried to familiarize itself with his finger, your walls clenching around his digit. 

“Damn, have you gotten tighter since last time?” He started to thrust his finger in and out of you at a moderate pace, trying to get you used to the feeling. As if one isn’t enough for you, he suddenly inserted a second one to stretch you out. 

Your mind was a haze, not paying attention to anything that was happening around you and focusing on the pleasure that Jungkook was giving you. His fingers attempted to reach the spongy section of your g-spot, the place that absolutely had you in hysterics. Surely enough, his fingertips grazed over it and you could nearly come undone at any second. 

While he added an additional finger and completely filled you up, you could feel his smooth tongue on your clit, flicking and sucking on it feverishly. High-pitched moans and mewls were coming out of your mouth embarrassingly as you tugged on Jungkook’s long locks in order to steady yourself of the pleasure. 

You could feel him curl his fingers and touch your g-spot, sending sparks within you. At this point, you were barely in a stable mindset due to how good he was making you feel. You felt a knot building up in your stomach, your orgasm coming close to you. 

“Are you gonna cum now baby girl? Do you want to cum for Sir? Yeah, I know you do, I could feel it coming,” he said tauntingly, his fingers and tongue abusing your cunt and the vibrations among it made the sensation feel even better. 

“Y-yeah, I’m gonna-” you whimpered pathetically but to your dismay, he completely stopped by sliding his fingers out and removing his face. With your release dismissed like it was nothing, you felt annoyance build up on you as your body shook from the denial. 

“What the hell? Why did you stop?” you groaned, your eyes shooting sharp daggers at Jungkook. If looks could kill, he would surely be dead within two seconds. But all that’s on his face were your liquids and a cocky smirk that you want to wipe off instantly. 

“Because I want you to cum on my dick first. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you, y’know?” he said casually, pulling off his shirt like it was nothing and revealing his impressive 6-pack. One thing that you were always in awe of was his figure. Jungkook was a really athletic person, always finding time out of his day to work out and maintain his muscular body. You didn’t mind if he didn’t have abs but it neutralized his cute face that could easily kill anyone. 

“It’s been a while, yeah? You ready kitten?” Jungkook kicked off his jeans and his boxer that covers his massive bulge was immediately in your vision. You could feel your thighs rubbing together as you were craving him inside you. 

“You’re calling me kitten now?” you mumbled shyly as he sat on the edge of the bed, palming his hardened member. 

“Yeah because you’re my cute kitty, aren’t you? Do you want to take off my boxers for me?” he smirked, knowing how excited you are to see him like this again. Like there was no tomorrow, you yanked it off impatiently and his dick sprang out, hitting his abs before standing up instantly. 

“You’re excited, aren’t you? Don’t deny it,” Jungkook teased, stroking his member teasingly before setting you down on your back and hovering above you. 

“I want it,” you mumbled impatiently, getting excited with the thought of him fucking you until you can’t walk again. He chuckled at your reaction, slowly slipping himself inside you. You shrieked from the sudden movement and tried to make yourself comfortable even though this wasn’t new to you. 

“Alright baby, let’s go,” he said gruffly, slowly pulling out and slamming it back inside within the next five seconds. You let out a scream as he picked up the pace into the all-too familiar rough and fast one. 

“Damn, you’ve gotten way tighter since the last time I’ve fucked your brains out. Feels so good for Sir,” he groaned, his dick completely filling you warm and deep to the point where it could nearly reach your guts. “Does my baby like that? Like getting dicked down where I can feel her in your stomach?” “Ahh, oh my god!” You could only moan and whine in response, pathetic noises coming out of your mouth as Jungkook’s dick hit every surface of your pussy. His veins already made it even more pleasurable and you could feel the tip grazing upon your g-spot, making you even more sensitive. 

It hasn’t been long but embarrassingly, you could feel your orgasm arrive once again due to how good his dick was thrusting into you. As he continued to drill your abused cunt, you could feel your legs tremble at the sensitive feeling and the impending sensation of your orgasm starting to grow in your core. 

“S-sir, oh my god-” you mewled as Jungkook used his force to flip you on your stomach, your face covered in the pillows. You couldn’t feel him inside you for a second but suddenly, he slammed inside you with no remorse and continued fucking you at that fast pace. 

Your cunt throbs as you prepare yourself to cum all over his dick. Jungkook could sense it too by the way your walls started to tighten around him, making it even more pleasurable than the last time you two had sex due to how tight you were. You were praying that he doesn’t deny your orgasm again but there were times where he was that cruel. But you’ve behaved enough to not warrant that type of treatment. 

“Is my baby gonna cum now? Go on, come for me, I want to see you come undone on my dick,” he chanted lowly, his pace fastening due to his orgasm coming in soon. Like his words set off a reaction inside you, you screamed out his name and squirted on his dick and stomach. Using that as fuel to keep going, Jungkook thrusts even faster than before to catch his own high as you try to calm yourself down from your own orgasm. 

���Ahh, Jungkook-” you whined from the sensitivity but you kept holding on so he could cum too. The way his sweat dripped off of his forehead and complimenting with his dark locks nearly made you want to cum again. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming, oh shit,” he moaned out, his thrusts slowing down and surely enough, you could feel his dick spurt out his seed inside you. He started to pull out and stroke himself, spurts of his cum filling up your pussy to not waste a drop. 

You and him started to breathe heavily from the intense fuck as you gingerly pulled up the sheets to cover your body. It’s not like you were embarrassed of him seeing your body, it was a habit you did after you have sex with him.

“Did you miss me?” he smiled, lying down next to you and covering an arm around your waist. You nodded, snuggling up next to him on the neck of his crook. There weren't any words spoken from the both of you for a while, instead you were just enjoying the presence of him next to you because after today, he’ll be gone again. 

If you had it your way, you didn’t want him to go but he really wanted to participate in his boxing match and what kind of girlfriend were you if you didn’t support him? Still, you loved every moment with him and he was the one thing you absolutely loved in your life. 

After a moment of silence, Jungkook broke the silence by facing towards you with seriousness in his eyes. You were worried that something may have happened, so you braced yourself with the worst that could happen. But surprisingly, his words were a bigger shock than any other disaster you could think of. 

“Y/N, do you mind if I ask something of you? I hope you don’t find it uncomfortable or invasive.” “Sure, what is it?” You should’ve known from the cheeky smirk he gave you that he was going to request this type of stuff. 

“I want to see you touch yourself. I think you’ll look so hot fucking yourself with your fingers while all I’m doing is just watching you.” “What the hell?!” 

You were lying if you said you didn’t think about it a lot, especially since Jungkook left the house today this afternoon. Now that he wasn’t there, the apartment felt lonely again and you automatically missed him. 

However, the thought of him also brings you back to the conversation you had after you two had sex after a while. 

“You’ve never touched yourself? I figured that something like that would come easy to you!” “Well- you know I have dignity right! It’s already embarrassing enough that I’m your submissive!” 

“You’re right, it’s already hot seeing you act all whiny and needy for my touch.” “Shut up! Stop making fun of me!”

You shook your head, trying to get rid of Jungkook’s words. With the intent to clean your room to take some stuff out of your mind, you walked to the shared bedroom and started to rearrange random knick-knacks that were placed in peculiar locations. 

While you were wandering around, your eye caught sight of a black duffel bag that was in a hidden corner of your bed. With curiosity, you approached it to check to see what was inside. It was heavy and filled with boxing gloves and other equipment, meaning that it was Jungkook’s. 

He must’ve forgotten it when he left today, you mused, holding the glove to your chest. A normal person would immediately contact him and give it back but it was like a living piece of him, having its name and scent. You can’t believe you already miss him that much to hold onto his boxing gloves for some comfort. How pathetic. 

The smell of him already reminded you of yesterday, when he touched you and made you feel so good. You groaned to yourself as you feel your panties dampening just from the thought of Jungkook giving you pleasure. 

“Y’know what, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Alright Jungkook, I’ll do it,” you muttered to yourself as you slowly grazed your fingers to your lower region. You could already feel the slick coming out of your panties, signalling how wet you were. 

You were a smart person but frankly, you were confused on how to touch yourself especially since this was your first time. Memories of the way Jungkook inserted and thrusted his fingers inside you flashed through your mind, giving you an idea on how to start. 

You slide your panties off to your ankles and slowly insert your index finger inside of your core, letting yourself get familiar to your own fingers inside of you. It sure felt different than when Jungkook did it, it wasn’t enough to completely make you feel undone. You pumped another finger inside, giving you something inside at least but it was no better than Jungkook’s touch.

“Ahh, Jungkook,” you moaned softly, flicking your own clit with your fingers which makes the pleasure at least a bit better. You would rather have him with you but it was enough to fill up a small part of his absence. Remembering every time he fucked you harshly was enough to quicken your pace with your fingers, your walls clenching around them and your orgasm closely approaching. 

Your other hand groped your breasts, flicking your nipple and massaging them while the other was thrusting in and out of your needy cunt. You were completely in your own euphoria, the world completely fading away from you. Unfortunately for you, that euphoria is only short-lived. 

An annoying sound ran throughout your room, the culprit being your cell phone. You groaned with disappointment as you attempted to pry your fingers out of your pussy and your orgasm fading away with every time the ringtone chimed. 

With your slick-covered hands, you read the text and your blood started to run cold from the words that were displayed on the screen. 

[Jungkook ♡]

- Hi babe, I’m coming home bc I forgot my boxing bag.

- Sorry that this was sudden

- Actually, I’m outside the apartment rn

You’re fucked. Absolutely fucked. But lucky, you still had a minute to spare to make it seem like you weren’t doing anything. You put his boxing glove back in the bag and wobbled downstairs to the front door. The door locks started to jingle and you immediately opened them just for him to take his bag and go. You love him with all of your heart but now’s not the time to chat with him. 

“Hey Y/N, do you have my bag?” he asked across from you, looking as good as ever. You forced a smile and shoved his bag in front of your face.

“Yeah, it’s this one right? So, here it is so you can get going now! Goodbye!” you grinned, sweat dripping down your face. 

Jungkook looked puzzled on why you were acting that way but decided to go along with it. “O-okay, thanks.” 

“Of course! Now, you should get going now! Your boxing rehearsal isn’t going to wait forever, is it?” you chuckled, trying to push him out of the door but he didn’t budge. After taking a quick glance at you (more specifically your legs and the amount of slick dripping down), he decided to stay. 

“Woah, woah, there’s something going on. Let me in,” he said stubbornly, pushing against you to get inside the apartment.  

“What are you talking about? There’s literally nothing going on! You should go back to the boxing place!” you argued but he wouldn’t listen. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs into the bedroom and set you down, looking straight into your eyes. You immediately blushed as his eyes held such confusion and hunger inside. 

“Don’t lie to me, only bad girls lie. So tell me baby, what exactly is going on?”

Surely he didn’t know right? You still have some time to lie because there’s no way he knows. 

“I was taking a nap before you texted me.” 

“Without your panties on and a shit ton of slick dripping down your thighs?” he asked with confusion, pulling up your skirt and revealing your soaking pussy, throbbing due to the atmosphere. At this point, you were absolutely stuck in a corner as Jungkook stared at the way you’re completely aroused. 

“Ahh, um..” “Are you cheating on me, Y/N?” His eyes were now full of sadness and hurt and you could immediately feel your heart start to break. 

“N-no! Of course not! I would never cheat on you, you’re the one who I love! It’s just because..” you tried to get the idea out of his head, holding his hands tightly. Jungkook’s face brightened up a bit before being replaced with suspicion.

“So, what’s up? What were you doing while I left?” There was absolutely no talking yourself out of this because Jungkook would find out either way at this point. But at least it’s better than making up a stupid lie, right? “I..um..remember how you said you wanted to see me touch myself yesterday?” “Of course.” “Well...I was doing that..” you mumbled with embarrassment, avoiding his eye contact. Jungkook’s ears picked up what you said and his face lit up with excitement and desire. 

“Say that again for me?” he smirked, loving how soft and shy you were now.   

“I..was touching myself while I was thinking of you,” you said a bit loudly but it was still so embarrassing. You had no idea why he was all so happy right now but it made you happy nonetheless.

“Do you think you can show me?” he grinned, staring up into your eyes. 

“What?! N-no! It’s private right? You see, it’s private for a reason! Now you got your bag and figured out why I was acting weird so you can go now!” you snapped, heat automatically filling up your body. 

“It’s okay, I can skip practice today. This is important, why didn’t you tell me?” “It’s not something I should tell you.” “Anyways, you’ve been a bad girl today. Touching yourself while thinking of me, you’re so naughty. So your punishment is to reenact what you did before I came back and I’m not leaving until I see you touch yourself. But don’t worry, if you need help then I’m always here,” Jungkook purred, his dominant persona on. You gulped down a lump down your throat but you weren’t ready to back down to him yet. 

“No I’m not! I’m not giving up my dignity just yet!” “Come on, little girl. I know you were fucking yourself like a little whore while you were gone. Did your tiny little fingers fill you up completely, better than my cock? I know you didn’t because even though you’re a whore, you’re still such a slut for my dick.” His dirty words made you even more turned on than normal with even more slick running down your thighs. You knew it was better to obey, especially since he’s talking like this. With that being said, you scooted yourself with the back of your head hitting the bed frame. After a minute of hesitation, you lifted up your skirt which revealed your whole pussy to him. Jungkook stared intently, noticing every little twitch that it made as it’s longing for something to be inside it and how wet it has become. His lips were curled into a smirk as your fingers started to graze over your folds. 

Taking a deep breath, you inserted two of your fingers to aid the throbbing in your core. It felt  different than when you did it before, maybe due to Jungkook staring at every little movement you made.

Despite your initial refusal, having him watch over you turned you on even more and the throbbing only continued to get worse after you slowly started to move your fingers. You didn’t know how much it turned you and him on, judging from his erection in his pants. 

“Ahh, oh my god,” you moaned, adding an additional finger and groping your boobs with your other hand.

Jungkook’s mouth was in shock, shocked at how you can look so sexy touching yourself even though it was your first time. His dick was begging to be released in his now tight sweatpants but just watching you like this was more than enough.

He’s never admitted it directly to you but surprisingly, he’s such a voyeur and seeing you wrecked with only your fingers or even a toy could make him cum as hard as him actually fucking you.

“J-Jungkook, please…” you mewled, rocking your hips against your small hands in an attempt to hit your g-spot, where only your boyfriend knows. 

By now, you’ve inserted your whole hand inside of your core and it still wasn’t as satisfying as Jungkook’s long fingers inside you. You should’ve been embarrassed that his vision was at you masterbating but frankly, you didn’t care anymore.

“Shit baby girl, just like that, fucking ruin yourself,” he grunted, slightly stroking his hardened member through his sweatpants. 

“I want your mouth on me,” you cried, slowly starting to feel the same ecstatic feeling of your release. The way his eyes were set on you alone brings you closer to your high as you’re practically grinding on your hand. 

Luckily, Jungkook heard your wish and immediately brought his face down to your core, taking your fingers out and licking your clit like there was no tomorrow. His face was completely buried with the goal of eating you out and getting your cum out of you. It wasn’t a thought that ever crossed your mind but you never realized how much better Jungkook made you feel and how the throbbing seemed to go away after he was with you. His face was absolutely covered in your juices and adding to his warm mouth were his long fingers. 

“You like that don’t you, you slutty little girl?” he hummed, the vibrations of his mouth making you even more closer to the edge. You gripped onto his arm tightly, your fingernails dragging along his muscles due to how much he was giving you. 

You felt his fingers curl against you, hitting your g-spot and bringing you closer to your climax. It felt too good and you were craving to be ruined by him. Jungkook stared at the way you were shoving his hand amongst your tight little cunt, grinding on it as you try to reach your high and the squelching sounds it made. 

Within seconds, you were close to your orgasm and you were trying to chase after it feverishly. His tongue and his fingers were too much for you, even though you received them last night. They made you feel so satisfied and full, always filling you up to the edge and the way he was hitting every spot nearly made you cream all over his fingers. 

Unfortunately for you, he immediately pulled his fingers and mouth away, completely denying you of releasing. The hot feeling and intensity disappeared instantly and was replaced by the familiar throbbing as you let out a groan of disappointment. This was the second time you’ve lost your orgasm and you just wanted to release on him once more. 

“Why did you stop? I was going to-” you growled, your face heating up due to the increased temperature inside. 

“You’re not going to cum when I’m away. Is that a rule you can follow?” he said sharply, licking every remain of your juices off his face and wiping the excess with a tissue. 

“W-why?” “Instead, I want you to send me a video touching yourself but not cumming until my match. Is that an order my little girl can do?” 

You absolutely hated the fact that you won’t be releasing for a while but you didn’t want to get him mad. All you can do is just accept your fate and nod. 

“There you go, don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel so good once I win,” he grinned, kissing you passionately. You could immediately taste yourself on his lips and felt his hardened member upon you. There were more things that the two of you would’ve done but he wouldn’t allow that to happen. 

“Well then, I’ll be off. You’ll behave, right?” he parted cheerily, grabbing his bag and leaving the apartment like he didn’t just completely ate you out and denied your orgasm for the second time. As you heard the door lock, you’re left with your skirt drenched from your juices and the aching feeling between your legs. 

Oh the things that Jungkook does to you. But what would happen if you gave him a little surprise during his boxing match. Surely, you weren’t that submissive and besides, it would be fun to tease him..

“You did great man!” Taehyung cheered, high-fiving Jungkook as soon as his match ended. He shared the same with a bunny-like smile and went inside the locker room to clean up to see you. Not only did he win but he’s going to be staying with you for a while now. 

With a bright spirit, he unlocked his locker and opened his phone to a text message from you. There was an attachment with a seemingly innocent message but once he opened the video, it only fueled his desire. 

[Y/N ♡]

- I miss you so much 

Inside of the video was you fucking yourself with your fingers, high-pitched and incoherent whimpers coming out of you and from the looks of it, it was like you’re about to reach your climax. 

Within the last few seconds, it cuts to you creaming all over the bed and licking your juices off of your fingers seductively with a cute wink at the end. All of that just to rile and tease him. 

Shit, the things that this girl does to me, Jungkook sighs, feeling his member starting to grow inside of his pants again. They were simple instructions yet you can’t obey properly. Maybe it was due to you being a brat and wanting to be put in your place again. 

Well, if there’s one thing that you and Jungkook know, is that you’ll certainly not walk the next day.

a/n: honestly, i’m not too proud of this but i hope you liked it regardless! let me know what you think and have a great day <3

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Overwhelmed

kuroo x reader

summary: With so many deadlines coming up the reader is overwhelm and buried in work and can’t help but to lash out. However, Kuroo is always there to pull her back

genre: college AU, fluff, pinch of angst

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none I think

a/n: I have been trying to make all of my requests gender neutral but sometimes I slip up and throw in she/her pronouns so tell me if you notice any that I didn’t catch. Enjoy!

The teachers were out to get you, you were sure of it. You push yourself every day to be the best, to be ahead of everything, all the assignments, all of your classmates just so you could possibly enjoy college as well as have good grades. But what did that get you? Impossibly high expectations. Suddenly everyone around you expected you to ace every test you did and just pull perfect essays out of nowhere. Which is exactly what just happened. You had been working on an essay all night. It hadn’t been your best work but your brain just couldn’t make anything better. That was all you had. You were almost at your limit with no end in sight. Then, despite all your hard work, your teacher handed it back to you saying that “this wasn’t the best I could do and that I shouldn’t start slacking off now”. She thought she was being helpful but right now you wanted to do was strangle her. Sure you could do better. If you didn’t have eight more assignments to do after this. Each one more mentally taxing than the next. But it’s fine, let me just rewrite this essay.

Why couldn’t you just be the kind of person who didn’t care? Or rather had given up caring. They probably learned their lesson that when you try you don’t get the reward you get more work. Why couldn’t you just not care too?

Deciding to jump back into your workload, you sit down at your desk in your dorm and begin to type. Words were kind of flowing. They weren’t exactly coherent thoughts but at least it was something to work with. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, your roommate comes barging in with three of their friends. 

“Oh oops didn’t realize you were studying in here Y/N.” Your roommate said, not actually making an effort to be any quieter though. Shooting back a quick tight smile, not wanting to be rude but also just wanting them to leave. You were hoping they were just grabbing something and then would leave but they went and sat on the bed and turned the TV on. 

You made a show of checking the time before loudly announcing that you were suppose to meet someone at the library. As much as you wanted to be petty and make them feel guilty for interrupting your study time, it was just easier to just leave. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen them do anything except study. Talk about too school for cool.” You heard one of them joke as you left.

“Ugh tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe what time they goes to bed.” Your roommate adds. You roll your eyes and trying to ignore the comments. Is it really that crazy that you’re actually trying to learn at a place where you pay crazy amounts to be taught? You were just so done.

Luckily the library was fairly quiet since it had gotten quite late. You settled into your favorite spot and got to working. Although no matter how hard you tried nothing came to you. There was one sad paragraph on your screen, you must have reread it a million times hoping to spark some kind of inspiration from it. Nothing. Your brain kept drifting off on you and you would end up staring across the library without a single thought in your head. The time just kept slipping by. The more that went the more panicky you got. This was a time that you should be working but you just couldn’t. And of course the more desperate you got for inspiration, the more it avoided you. 

You just let your head drop and hit the table. You were so done. You just wanted to scream. There was no one you could talk to either. Recently anyone that talked to you got snapped at. They were just all so calm and relaxed despite all of the work that has been coming in lately. Here you were, drowning in it, and they were happily swimming. Just the other day you and Kuroo had an argument over homework. He’s taking one of the hardest chemistry classes and he was there telling you it was going to be okay?! It just felt insulting. You knew he didn’t mean it like that but couldn’t he at least pretend to struggle? Damn you boyfriend for being so smart.

You really wanted Kuroo right now. 

As if summoned by your thoughts, you felt hands slide onto your shoulders. You tense up kinda freaked out at who is touching you until you see that it’s him. Kuroo. For a moment you wanted to just throw yourself at him and forget about your homework. But then you remember your argument and how you’ve been a monster lately and resist. He’s having none of that though and keeps his hands on you.

“How long have you been here.” He asks gently. You glance at your computer and notice that it’s almost 3 am.

“What are you doing here?! It’s 3 am.” You say startled at the fact it had gotten that late and that he was also up that late. Usually, he is asleep by ten.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies as he straightens and starts packing up your things.

“Uh- Hey! Wait no- give me that! I’m not done yet.” You try and snatch back your stuff but he gives you a stern look and you sink back into your seat. You suddenly realize how tired you are and surrender. He’s finished putting everything away and throws the strap of your back over his shoulder. Prepared to carry your bag for you. Now you feel drained. Your limbs all feel heavy that it’s exhausting to even think about getting up.

“Come on let’s get you back to your dorm.” He mumbles pulling you up by your hand. You let him, flying up from your seat and onto your feet. You land right in his chest and you don’t want to go anywhere but here. For the first time in weeks, you feel calm and secure.

“Can I just stay here for a minute,” Your voice cracks as tears slip down your face. He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close to his body. In this moment you felt nothing but love. The relief and comfort you felt was enough to make you cry harder. You don’t know how long you were stood there but no matter how long it was Kuroo never once rushed you. He just let you let it out. Once he saw that you had calmed down he gently pull back, bringing a hand to your cheek to wipe away any stray tears.

“You ready to head back now?” He asked again, planning on walking you back to your dorm.

“I don’t wanna,” You pout, “There’s a ton of people in there and I don’t wanna see any of them.” You are still salty at your roommate and their rude friends.

“Do you want to come to my dorm?” He asks, “Kenma was passed out when I left so it should be quiet.” You nod. You feel him put your backpack on you and you’re confused. You were kind of hoping he would take your backpack for you. You know be a gentleman and all. Then he squats down in front of you. 

“Hop on.” This was pretty normal for the two of you so despite your sleepiness you bounce up onto his back. He adjusts you higher on his back before leaving the library. Waving to library worker on the late shift who giggled at the two of you. 

You snuggled your face into his neck and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. His footsteps seemed to lull you like a lullaby. You fell into a weird state as your body sleeping but your mind was awake. Hearing everything clear as day but the thought of opening your eyes or moving a muscle seeming impossible. 

You start waking up more when you realize that you have made it to his dorm, letting him toss you down on the bed. You throw your backpack off to the side and head straight for under the covers.

“Ah ah! You’re in dirty clothes,” he gently complains, no real bite behind it. You grumble but let him pull you over to the edge of the bed. You had been so close to sleep. He slides your shirt over your head and replaces it with one of his hoodies. Only then once you’re in his clean clothes does he let you snuggle back into his bed. This time with him in there as well. 

“Goodnight my love.” You finally slip into a peaceful state. You still had a lot of work to do but at least for tonight you will rest without worry. Tomorrow you know you need to make up with Kuroo but you know he could never stay mad at you. Come the morning you know Kuroo will help you with everything. He’s finished giving you space, now you’re stuck with him.