#unfortunately my student who probably needs it the most is not in a class where anything is ready so

[terresdebrume]

Tonight I am frustrated by the fact that I still have a lot of bias to unlearn when it comes to dealing with students with special needs

(As in, it would be nice if I could be effortlessly good at it, but alas)

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Extra Credit

♡ featuring: gojo & geto x f!reader

♡ summary: class is getting too hard for you, so you seek help. unfortunately, the help you receive is not what you expected. wc: 2.8k+

♡ cw/tw: manipulation, praise, light degradation, throat-fucking, edging, threesome, spit roasting, rough sex, pretty mean gojo, cum play

notes: helloo! a slightly shorter one this time. hope u like :) my first jjk fic!! art by _3aem on twitter <3

You twiddle your sparkly pen with your fingers and eye the blank page. Chemistry-201 started an hour ago, and you’ve got nothing to show for it. Truthfully, you were exhausted thinking about having to attend. College was easy for the most part, even calculus. You couldn’t tell anyone the reality behind your performance block in this specific class. The excuse your friends heard was, “The slides are hard to read.” They were hard to read, but they’d probably be clearer if you actually looked at them. What you did like to look at, were the boys who sat two rows in front of you in lecture hall. The one with frosty hair would whisper through the entirety of class, while the quiet one diligently wrote down organized notes. That’s how you picked up their names: 

“Quiet, Gojo.” he snapped, tapping the paper with his pencil as if Gojo would catch the hint. He smiled and poked his temple. “Chill Geto, the best doesn’t need to study.”  

Geto sighs and waves his hand. “Not everything is about you.”  

“Why not?” 

Geto and Gojo you thought. Their names were sweet on your tongue. You squeezed your thighs together, imagining how their names would sound on your lips. On rare occasions, Geto would face your direction. Even though it wasn’t for you, it felt special, like you were the only person in the room. You wanted someone as hardworking and kind as him to notice you. Sometimes you’d catch yourself sketching the back of his head, promptly shredding the page after the bell. What started to unnerve you was Gojo, who was always aware of your shy glances even when his back was turned. His crystalline azure eyes bore into yours and you’d fumble for anything to look at. Even when you daydreamed dirty scenarios, he reads your mind. It made you feel guilty. When your professor dismissed you, you’d scattered up the steps, bag already packed. This strategy was efficient until the day you dropped your book walking out of class. Pale slender hands grabbed it before you could reach it. “Ah! Thank you-” You met eyes with Gojo, smiling above you like reborn divinity. You almost felt the urge to bow. “Gotta be careful, yeah? This shit's expensive.” You nodded another thank you and took the book, hasting away so he couldn’t see your flustered face.  

All these minor incidents accumulated into the major issue currently surfacing; you are on the cusp of failing. Your parents readily applauded the other classes, perfect A’s. Just visualizing the scenario where you show them a D sends you into grief. You vow to change this outcome today. Your final exam is in a month and a half, enough space to master important subjects. No distractions, no Geto and Gojo. You meet with student resources after Chemistry to inquire about your study options and settle on weekly tutoring. You’re determined and prepared to give your all for this exam. 

Next week arrives and you're full of vigor. You try your best to rationalize each problem, no matter how wrong you are; and you were very wrong, frequently. You’re mentally apologizing in advance to your tutor. You see Geto and Gojo quietly bickering. Gojo has long pretty eyelashes, and you can’t stop glancing at them. They swiftly point to you. Nothing unusual, until—for the first time—Geto turns to you. His eyes are fixated solely on you. You're startled and knock over your water bottle, pouring it all over your notebook. A domino effect ensues. The valuable notes you took smear from the liquid, and it drips from the table onto your mini skirt. You stand to dodge it but your open bag tips over and out the chair, spilling the contents all over the floor. The room is silent, and everyone in your vicinity is staring. Time stops as you gather your stuff and leave the hall to dry yourself. You’re in the bathroom now, dying from embarrassment as your brain recalls the moment repeatedly. The sly smirk on Gojo’s face. I have to get over this you thought. Your session is in an hour, and you don’t want to waste crucial experience. Surely it can’t get worse than this. 

You show up five minutes early and patiently wait for their arrival. Fortunately, you’re afforded a closed off workspace with the tutor. You draw dainty flowers in your book until the door creaks open. To your surprise, you see tidy black hair and chiseled features.  It’s Geto. Your personal tutor is Geto. The stars must’ve aligned to dispatch one horrific cataclysm. You contemplate what you could’ve done to the gods for them to punish you so harshly. He pretends that he’s never seen you. “(Y/N), right? My name is Geto, I’ll be tutoring you for the rest of the semester.” His professionalism makes you breathe easier, and you’re relieved, content with maintaining this attitude. Together you set up your notes and the first 15 minutes go without a hitch, simply reviewing the topics you grapple with.  

“A lot of these are early concepts. They’re used in basically every class. Forgive me if this offends you, but how do you not know these?” 

“Ah, I get a bit distracted.” 

“By what?” 

“Oh… um.” You shift your thighs back and forth, pondering a justifiable answer, oblivious to the way Geto ogles them. "I just have a hard time focusing.” 

He scans your tight fitted shirt, then your lips. “I see.” Suddenly, the door swings open. Bright orbs piercing you, capturing you. You drop your head, hoping he won’t recognize you from the scalp. 

“Yo Geto, look at this game I- oops.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to barge in while I’m tutoring?” 

“Haha, sorry ‘bout that…wait, I know you!” He exclaims. Gojo snatches a chair and sits so you’re sandwiched between them. Intently skimming the textbook as if you didn’t hear him, he grabs your cheeks and twists you to him. 

“You’re the girl that wet herself today, right?” He laughs. 

“C’mon, she's dealt with enough already.” Your wishful thinking fell on deaf ears; they clearly didn’t forget that easily. 

“Heh, it’s too funny though. Geto, I told you about her remember? She’s always looking at us in class.” he teases. You felt a shiver go up your spine and your face get hotter. “That isn’t-” 

“Shh” Gojo interrupts you. “Tell me, are we more handsome now that you have a closer look?” Your heart drops to your stomach and you stumble over your words. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to look. If I made you uncomfortable, I’m deeply sorry.” 

“Nah, it’s cool. I like the shy type.” 

“I think I should go.” You try to rise, but Geto pulls you from your skirt. If they wanted you, they would have you. "I didn’t permit you to leave. Sit. We'll continue.” 

“I don’t know if I should-” 

“Are you disrespecting the time I’m putting in to ensure you end with a decent grade?” he questioned. You went meek, reconsidering the effort you’d be wasting, and how badly you wanted Geto to acknowledge that effort.  

“No. I’ll do it.” His smile is saccharine and alluring, masking the dark intentions pulling at his conscious. 

“Great. Next chapter.” 

You’re eight paragraphs in, a sheer glistening sweat on your legs. You can barely mouth the words. Gojo’s breath is painfully close to your ear, tickling it as he follows along the page, his thumb running under the hem of your thigh high socks. “You wore these for me, yeah?” he whispers. You clamp your thighs, and a scheming grin creeps up his face. Meanwhile Geto’s fingers are behind your neck, brushing it gently with his other hand steady on top of yours. The bare skin contact is disorienting, so much so that you hadn’t noticed you’ve read the same sentence for the past minutes. 

“(Y/N)?” You snap out of an affectionate trance. “Huh?” 

“Is something troubling you?” His nose is inches away from yours, taunting you. 

“Mm, no.” Your trembling voice exposes the truth. “You seem frustrated. Do you need help alleviating that frustration?” Such a straightforward question is nerve-wracking. You've only imagined this in your dreams, calling out both of their names. The scandal that unfolds if people find out would be reputation-shattering for you. But desire burning in your dampening core blanketed those worries. “I don’t know what to say.”  

“(Y/N), when someone offers you something, you should accept it and say thank you” Gojo adds. His hand slides deeper in your socks, groping the plush fat. 

“Do you want it, yes or no?” The decision tosses in your mind. Until you finally manage a soft-spoken “yes.” Instantly, the air in the room switches, their gaze encapsulating you like prey. You feel smaller.  

“This won’t be easy, though. I’m teaching you concentration. If you get through this quiz with us touching you, I’ll reward you. Understand?” Geto says. You nod at him like a lost puppy, ready to please him. 

The quiz starts with ten entry-level questions. You get to work, and they get to devour you. Gojo parts your legs, salivating from the strings of slick sticking to your underwear and inner thighs. He litters kisses and lustful bruises along your neck, his hands trailing to your chest. Geto’s hands hike your skirt up and move to your underwear, circling the erect nub through the fabric. You’re on question three and can hardly achieve a scribble. He pulls your panties to the side and spreads your folds, toying with the mess. You have a loose hold on his shirt that tightens whenever he presses on the bundle of nerves. His fingers are skillful, knowing the right buttons to push to coax whimpers out of you. Meanwhile, Gojo tugs your shirt up, exposing your nipples to the cool air. He flicks one with his tongue, then envelopes your breast in his warm wet mouth. He sucks and bites the bud, tasting it and fondling the other. He moans, light pops as he comes up, gazing into you for approval. The walls are thin, you can’t get caught, but you need them deeper. They make you fall apart just to punish you, a sharp sting from Geto’s palm directly on your clit.  

“If you can’t keep your voice down, I’m gonna stop. Are you sure you can handle it?” Geto teases. He definitely isn't stopping, but your panicked, yearning expression made his cock twitch. 

“Yes! I’m sorry, I can be quiet.” 

“I don’t know, you seem to be struggling. You wanna make me proud, right?” You nodded frantically. 

He places a gentle, almost manipulative kiss on your lips. “Good girl. Then you’ll take everything I give you.” His digits glide vertically on your vulva until they slip inside, scissoring and massaging your g-spot. You somehow make it to question 6, but your mushy thoughts aren’t sure if they can recover from the rhythmic pumping and juices running down his knuckles. Gojo releases you for air, bite indentations dotting your mounds. “Geto. Switch?”  

“Okay.” He says and begrudgingly drags his fingers out. You whine from the emptiness, but Gojo quickly replaces him. He gets under the table on his knees and forces your legs wider, appreciating the upcoming feast. His pink muscle licks a long harsh strip against you. The new sensation makes your back arch, and your hand cards through his hair.  

“Too sensitive? Aww.” He moves roughly, slurping and lapping up everything he can get his mouth on. His grasp is tight, even with all your strength pushing him off is a challenge. Question nine passed, still shaking and stuttering. Geto pinches and twist your nipples but showers the pain with loving kisses. He pecks the back of your neck. You’re so close you start to involuntarily buck your hips. Gojo stops immediately, grinning at your frustrated cries, your essence covering his jaw and chin. “Don’t come yet, wanna feel you.” 

“One more question, baby.” Geto says, caressing the swollen marks. You put your heart into finishing the last problem, an unintelligible number for your response. You can’t decipher the words; all you want is Geto’s praise. He takes the pencil out of your hand and counts the correct solutions. 

“8 out of 10. I’m so proud of you, angel.” None of your answers were right. But he relished how effortless it was to make you happy, how much you starved for his attention. He searched to lock you away where no one could find you. You’re beaming nevertheless, smothered by his kindness. 

“C’mere. Taste yourself.” Gojo husks before French kissing you, tongues intertwined. He moans into your mouth. “Want your reward now?”  

“Please” you rasped, and he picks you up, pressing your stomach flat on the desk. Geto wraps around in front of you. He pulls his throbbing cock out and lifts your chin, propping it on your lips. “Open.” he coos. You loll your tongue out, looking up at him expectingly. He smiles and drives his length into you until your nose is flush with his pubes. His cockhead is deep in your throat, it burns, but you’re the center of his world in this moment and it makes it worth the ache. You worship it, savor him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you start bobbing your head. You drool on his balls, gently sucking them and tracing his veins with your tongue. His moans are breathy and deep, hand firm on the back of your head to prevent you from bailing. He denies your pleas for air.  

Gojo taps his leaking tip against your clit a few times and slides himself in, whimpering from the soaking grip molding to his shaft. “A-ah, so tight.” he choked. His balls collide with your ass, and your orgasm hits hard. You tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you try to ride it out. But Gojo doesn’t let you and jerks your arms behind you with one hand. He pounds deep and fast, noisy plaps and squelching fervor pushing your limits; at the same time, Geto is face-fucking you. You were sure students heard the commotion by now. The men ravaging you sent a trail of fire crawling up your body. Tears smear on your face, gagging spit drips from your bottom lip, a mixture of fluids soak your socks, but your fuzzy senses can only drown in their pleasure. The spring coiling in your body is quick. Gojo’s tip kisses your g-spot perfectly and you embrace him. “Hey, you on the pill?” he asks. You're about to answer but he shoves your head down to Geto’s hilt. “Never mind, I don’t care.” 

Geto’s movements quicken. Your disheveled face sends him over the edge. He blesses you with his creamy hot gift, spurting inside your gullet, accompanied by guttural sighs. “Swallow all of it.” You struggle but slowly get it down. You polish off the rest of his twitching length in revere and open your mouth for proof. “That’s my good girl.” He pats your head, and you lean into the warmth. Waiting for his confirmation. 

“You wanna come? I’ll let you come, baby.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, you do it when I tell you to.” Gojo snaps. Tears prickled your lashes from overstimulation. Your whimpers stream out the room and he laughs through breathy whines. “Little pervert. You want people to hear you getting railed?”  

“It's t’much! Gojo I can’t-” 

Geto cradles your jaw. “(Y/N). Ask him for permission.” He is suddenly stern, and you obey him. 

“Please lemme come!” you babble. His concern is clouded with sin. 

“Yeah? Beg for it.” An orchestra of please’s sing, and you mean it, but Gojo didn’t care. He’d much rather watch your rippling ass and melting figure. Each thrust has you incoherent, and you plead more, enough to satisfy his smug demeanor. 

“That’s better. Now come for me, all over my cock.” His command splinters, and your gushy walls convulse to form a white ring around the base. Gojo’s strokes get desperate as he approaches his release from your slippery heat. He pulls out and holds you in place, a few pumps before he shoots ropes across your ass and paints your vulva. “Yeah- you’re so fucking good.” he moans, mumbling and quivering through his orgasm. 

They get dressed while you lie on the desk. You’re breathless and trembling, but they’re focused on cleaning themselves up. Gojo gets eye level with you. 

“If you tell anyone, you know I’ll ruin your life, right? Keep it hush.” You can’t speak. He grabs your panties off the floor and pockets them. “These are cute. Imma keep it.” Geto reties his hair and smiles at you. “See you later.”  

They abandon you, covered in come and items strewn across the table. You’re left to wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. One thing was undeniable, however; you were really looking forward to next week. 

[haehaehaehaerinhae]

bet —｜kim minjeong x reader｜

↝word count: 1.2k

After that interaction the two of you had, you were actually able to know her schedule which was when the two of you had free time together, you would make your way in the library and accompany her even though most of the time you would sleep while she studies then you would wake up with her gone and you would be late to your lecture.

You had tried to actually talk to her but it was always the wrong timing since either she was busy, having class, meeting, and all of sorts. That continued for a month as you grew anxious about losing money.

Now you were in the hallways about to turn to the right as you saw Minjeong who also saw you, just when you were about to reach her, students from a year below circled around you as Minjeong was nowhere to be seen.

“Yn! Do you like younger girls?”

“Or do you like older ones?”

“Tell us your type!”

The girls bombarded as you scratched your nape trying to look for Minjeong which was unsuccessful making you avert your attention to the girls.

“My type? It would probably be someone who's the opposite of me, I don't want a troublemaker.. I want them to be older, cute.. someone who has short hair, oh and-” you said before you were interrupted by one of the girls.

“This sucks! I already failed when you said cute.” The girl said pouting as you were disgusted by the act but immediately masked it with a chuckle.

“Better luck next time? I really need to go now girls, I have a lecture coming up.” You said which was a lie since it was your free time meaning you could go to the library now.

“Oh, bye yn!” They said as you waved them goodbye and made your way to the library.

When you got there, you noticed the short girl wasn't in the usual spot so you just sat there alone eventually falling asleep as soon as your head was comfortable with your hand.

Though, you woke up when you saw Minjeong next to you writing something on her notebook as you straightened your posture.

“You were a bit late coming to the library weren't you?” you asked as Minjeong hummed in response.

“Why?” you asked.

“I was busy..?” Minjeong replied with an uncertain tone as you just ignored it and watched her.

The next week, you actually didn't see her all day, normally you'd bump into her in the morning but today was different, so you just waited for her in the library, where she was again late making you fall asleep.

And by the time you woke up, you saw Minjeong, with short hair. This made you immediately question her.

“Woah! When did you cut your hair? It fits you more than your long hair!” you basically shouted making you hear a loud “quiet”.

“I got it short during the weekend..” She replied in a low tone as you watched her in awe, she truly looked good in short hair.

“Why though? Your long hair didn't look that bad, and it can't be the heat since it's pretty cold these days.” you stated as the girl kept her mouth shut as you thought about what happened last week with the random girls.

“No way… Did you get it cut because of me? Do you like me..?” you said in a teasing manner as the short haired girl snapped their head towards you.

“No! Why would I change myself for you?” Minjeong said, defending herself immediately as you giggled at the thought of it.

“Alright then.. But seriously, you look so pretty.” you said as you saw her cheeks turn pink and her lips trying to not smile which you found cute making you pinch her cheek lightly.

“You're so cute Minjeong-ah..” You cooed as she smacked your hand away as you chuckled and left the girl alone.

When you got news that you didn't have the last lecture today, you changed your path towards Minjeong's class hoping that you two will spend more time together.

Unfortunately, you saw her with a guy whom you know as Jaemin. He had a rose and a box of chocolate as he gave it to Minjeong while your heart dropped at the sight of it.

You immediately left the scene as your heart beating rapidly that it actually hurts? The back of your throat even hurts as well as your eyes as you can feel tears pricking into it.

But that's ridiculous, you could never be with her as well as falling in love with her when in reality, you'd never know her if it weren't for that stupid bet.

Now you remember the bet, you know what your priority was, but unfortunately it seems like you already failed when you were close to winning her heart.

As you were deep in your thoughts, you bumped into someone as your tears fell slowly from your eyes as they trailed down your cheeks.

“Yn? What's wrong?” A feminine voice said that you know all too well.

“Nothing..? I'm okay I promise!” you said as you watched the bob haired girl walk towards you.

“You're not.. It's very unlikely you cry, you never cry..” Chaewon said as she placed her hands on your cheek as you held it softly while your tears bursted out.

“I hate that stupid bet!” you stated as you closed your eyes gripping on Chaewon's hand a bit too hard as she kept wiping the tears in your face.

“Did you fall in love with her?” Chaewon asked as you nodded like a child as she removed one of her hands as she patted your back lightly.

The two of you just stood there, in that empty hallway that echoed your sobs as you hugged the girl tightly covering her petite figure with your body.

After that scene, the two of you went to a local food stand as she treated you to food just to make you happy which you did. And you were thankful.

You were also ready to give Yunjin five hundred thousand won, but to be honest, it didn't matter since you were well off anyway.

But since Yunjin was sick and would come back the day after tomorrow, you decided to stick around with Chaewon who shared her favorite spot which was outside the building.

The two of you were under a tree as you laid on her lap while she played with your hair. It was peaceful, the air was very soothing despite it being cold.

“Like it here?” Chaewon asked as you opened your eyes meeting hers.

“Yes, it's very peaceful, that's nice..” you said smiling as you sat up as Chaewon loomed at you intently.

And before you know it, she pressed her lips against you making you taken aback as you pushed her lightly.

“Chaewon… I'm sorry.. But I don't like you that way.” you said shamefully as Chaewon turned red.

“Oh.. Uhm, sorry about that.. Can we forget about it?” Chaewon said, looking sad and uncertain.

“If you want that, then yes.” You said.

You did like the girl before, but when you met Minjeong, that changed.

And speaking of Minjeong.

Unfortunately for you, you and Chaewon were on the side where Minjeong sits regularly in the library as she watched the two of you from the beginning ignoring her work as she also immediately left the library when Chaewon's lips touched yours.

You said you liked her, but why were you out kissing another girl?

[ov105]

Short: Hush

After refusing to upload this for a day, Tumblr finally budged! This took a lot longer than I wished to write. Well, who can blame a lazy student right? I can only keep the industrious facade for so long. Some irl experience *wink wink* helped crank this one. (This is not a retelling.)

This is the prequel to Noise.

3,360 words of Park Sieun

Enjoy!

University. The four years of your life where you can make or break the rest of it. At least, that's how I saw it. The high pressure, an unfortunate side effect of such a perfectionistic pursuit, required sacrificing many things that I saw as necessary at one point. I was enrolled in a program that took all the time. Studying most nights, usually holed up beside my bed or in the library, tonight felt just like any other. It was a routine I'd gotten used to, but sleep's siren song called with so few people at this hour. The custodian wasn't even around, just a single librarian at the first-floor desk. It was a weekday, the last where we needed to be on campus, and there was a holiday tomorrow and the weekend after that. I didn't feel like going to my dorm, but I didn't want to be lazy.

I study alone. Group study never appealed to me, though a friend here or there would come. People I know knew my routine well.

A message lit up my phone screen. It was Sieun.

[Hey, you're in the library?]

[Yeah] I replied.

[What floor?]

[5th]

Sieun didn't respond after that. There was no elevator, so I only assumed she was on her way up the stairs. Seeing the door open and her come through, laptop and textbook in hand as she waved at me. She asked me the cliched question as she laid down her stuff.

"You read that other chapter yet?"

"Nope, barely halfway with this-," pointing to my screen, the pdf opened.

"-Aish, quit studying; you have the whole weekend anyways!" Sieun jokingly exclaimed.

I wasn't. I was just reading other things.

"Oh well, you're right, bye-bye!" I replied, pretending to close my laptop.

"Yah! Don't leave me here," she replied, shutting me down, "I don't want to go home yet, so do whatever you want."

I knew Sieun had a lot of friends, I didn't have much, but they were just as introverted as me. I was probably overthinking it to have a girl from class join me; she was a coffee shop kind of girl. Even more confusing, she was known to be nice to everyone, everybody's friend, but she was smart about it, not becoming a stereotypical caricature of the more socially well-endowed. Typical of an overthinker like myself, I didn't question her company if it didn't make me uncomfortable.

"Oh, you too, huh," I said as I opened my phone.

"What?" Sieun asked, confused.

"When you don't feel like going home, you just hang around somewhere."

"Oh," she seemed to relax, "Yeah, when I don't feel like greeting too many people."

“Besides, I’m an introvert anyway, just happens that I’m just an attention-seeker as well.”

“I can tell,” I replied.

She grabbed her headphones from her bag, holding it in my direction, "Wanna watch?"

"What you watching?" I asked, hoping to myself it wasn't some blood-boiling thriller drama.

It was a rom-com—nothing I find stressful. I agreed, then Sieun told me to scoot over beside her.

I didn't know how long or what time it was, but we were still waiting for someone to come up to tell us to go home. It wasn't that late. Before I knew it, we were six and a half episodes in. We sat comfortably and moved now and then, not to lock our muscles up. I had my right leg up, with my left hand dangling in the space between the chairs. Keeping my focus on her laptop, I didn't mind, nor did I want to overthink her gesture; it was a cold hall.

That was until I felt her right hand slowly gliding over my thighs, barely feeling her fingers over my pant leg. But she wasn't doing well if she attempted to be discreet. Sure, I knew what to do, but I was just too unsure, so I whispered.

"Sieun."

"What?"

I simply pointed down where her hand was. A smirk appeared on her face.

"Oh," she whispered, a blush joining her smirk as she looked up at me. At least, she tried to.

"I've heard some things about you lately."

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. I knew what Sieun meant. I always let my lips loose whenever I was inebriated, though I knew secrets were always off-limits. Unfortunately, that meant my arrogance stuck out, perhaps a little too much to disregard myself. She let out a chuckle.

"Don't regret it now," Sieun said, looking at the door before matching my gaze, having a different look in her eyes, mere inches away, even in the dark. She wanted something from me.

"Don't worry, I'm the right person to hear about it," she slowly said, noticing her left hand already tugging at my arm, pulling me in.

Sieun's eyes then darted for a split second to my lips. She then shut her eyes—a soft smooch—and the next thing I knew, I was opening mine. We were much closer now. I was probably red because she was too. I was, however, sober; her words echoed; why would she be the right person? It was impossible to think straight; I just swallowed my pride.

"Just give me a chance," she said, almost in a whisper, taunting, "I know you'd want me too."

Wait. Did Sieun just ask me if she could do me? Was I being gaslit? Didn't this scenario only exist in movies? I swore I panicked for a second.

I just smirked, then gave a peck on the lip as an answer. Almost throwing herself on me, returning more than just a peck, it had collapsed into a full-on make-out before I could even count to ten. My hands were on Sieun's thighs and neck, with hers on mine—a handsy affair. It was a side of her I hadn't seen before or one I only expected to happen in printed fiction. I knew everyone had their own pervert, and mine was a tomcat on the prowl. Though now, even the wildest I've heard of seemed tame. All because this was reality.

"I never thought you were naughty," I quipped.

"So did I."

Wanting to see how true that was, we kept pushing and pulling with our lips, not noticing how handsy we were becoming. Sieun was softly groping the bulge between my legs and, with my right hand, moved down from her neck, mirroring hers, three fingers pressing where it was the warmest.

"Wait, wait, wait," she pulled away as I tried to move up her sweater.

Standing up, Sieun closed her laptop, the drama having run away from us becoming steamy, straddling me into an embrace, pressing herself right up to my face before using her fingers to point me upward and back to her lips. It felt electrifying, the room becoming colder and warmer as our lips approached each other. She was going somewhat slower now, and noticing my hands were idly gripped to her thighs, she grabbed my wrist and put it on her waist. I wasn't planning just staying there, going down and slipping upwards under her sweater; the problem was that it was in the way.

Giving me one loud, suckling kiss, she moved back, almost forcing herself to. She hurriedly pulled her sweater off herself and dumped it where she sat. Grabbing my left wrist again, but now putting on her right tit, squeezing the moment my palm landed on it.

It was small, little by anybody's standards. After all, Sieun was petite. To make myself clear, I laid my lips where I felt it, even with the shirt on. Being so exposed where we sat, anything beyond the sweater was off-limits, but she already had untucked her shirt when she took it off.

Though as we continued to make out, I slid my hand into it, and firmly grabbed her tit, feeling the soft mound held in place by her bra, cursing that fact in my head, only to be distracted by Sieun suddenly darting her tongue out when I did. If that was so, then so should I, softly squeezing with my left hand, my right moving back to her ass and copying it. A slight jolt came from her as she grabbed my wrist from under her and pulled away.

"Let's not do this here," Sieun said.

"Couldn't you have said that earlier?" I replied, annoyed.

"I just got carried away," she sounded sad.

She was thinking of something.

"Alright, let's go to my place after this," Sieun said. I just agreed with her.

Giving me one more kiss, she got off of me. Looking at where she was gazing, it was on the large old shelves of the archives room. Filled to the brim with cardboard boxes, some empty, others half-full, and more empty, yellowed-out periodicals, and some published medical and law reports. But as an imaginative kid with too much access to the internet, I always thought it was the ideal place for a quickie.

Looking back, she knew I had checked out the same place.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked as she tied her hair.

I just nodded. I had no idea.

Before I knew it, she flashed me a smile and darted off. I stood up and followed her into the room as she turned into a shelf with a higher shadow, having long forgotten, hard-bound folders stacked above it, creating a shade. I stopped. For a second, the old legends my grandmother told me flashed back, one of the pretty fairies that lured young men into the hills, just for them never to come back down.

But now isn't the time for tall tales, even if it felt like one.

Following where I last saw Sieun, she dragged me to the window sill. Gently pushing me against the wall as she planted her lips on me again, much more tender this time, with her hands on my chest. I was running on instinct, driven by the perpetual motion of her lips. All sorts of images popped up in my head, the least of which involved carrying her and fucking her raw then and there.

A storyboard straight out of a manhwa—that was stretching it—but I was already in her pages anyway.

After making out for a bit, and now with me up against the shelf, Sieun looked around before dropping down to my crotch. Her squat turned into kneeling as she grabbed and undid my belt, putting her left hand under my crotch and massaging my balls through my boxers. The feeling of butterflies in my gut quickly left as blood pooled on my cock, sparing her at least a quarter of the work as she pulled my boxers down and took it in her hand.

Sieun was not shy. Looking up at me as she opened her mouth and pointed her dick at it. Her tongue made a swift flick on the tip before wrapping her lips around it, tugging at it as she went to work. It was a quickie, after all, and there'd be no excuses if somebody came past and caught us. Thankfully for her, the past few minutes gave me plenty of images to be erect quicker, the best of which was the feeling of her mouth doing me.  

I felt my breath begin to shorten, maybe even shake, as my tip got harder and, thus, more sensitive. Taking a hand off and hearing a slight gulp as my cock enlarged in Sieun's mouth, a slowly rising pace to come along with it, maybe even a hushed moan as the world seemed quiet at that minute. Looking down to see my cock firmly wrapped in her lips as her tongue glided up and down slowly, needily, and readily. The tip brushed against the top of her mouth as every vein on my shaft was pressed by her tongue. She gave herself a few dips as she tried to settle in a pace; the last of them went too far as her lips hit my crotch. Gagging, her face turned sour as she pulled away, suddenly catching her throat.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Sieun said as she swallowed, reassuringly saying, "I-I'm fine, it’s just been a while."

Regaining her composure, she puckered, then wrapped her lips around the tip, starting slowly at half length before going all the way in. This time being more careful not to make herself gag again. So she went, continuing where she had tripped earlier, the whole hiccup not even being counted to ten. Setting a speed that left me holding on to the shelf as she closed her eyes and reveled in her work. Seeing her head twist slightly to the left as she wasn't using her hand, I could hear a low humming as she sucked on my shaft. Almost going down the same way and hitting the back of her mouth, though this time she wasn't going that far and enjoying herself.

Thinking that was the end of me, she reluctantly pulled her lips away and licked my cock upward.

"I'm not going to say this any other way," she followed, "You got a good one too."

An ego boost. I would even think it was an unnecessary one.

"You're not lying, aren't you?"

"Hmm?" Sieun said with half my shaft in her mouth, giving it a few tugs with her lips and only stopping when she felt the slightest twitch of my cock on her tongue, asking back as she kissed it.

"Am I lying now?"

I didn't answer. It was enough an answer either way. Sieun eased her head back down on it as she continued. Thinking I was to be carried away easily, she suddenly sped up, even catching me off guard as I felt myself shudder when my tip hit the back of her mouth. What made her stop wasn't a gag this time, but rather the loud suckling that her lips made, once, twice, three. She stopped, then suddenly looked up and saw the surprise in both our eyes.

Realizing her error, she had no way to go but slow, which meant teasing me much more. I just hoped she was the type to swallow.

Closing her eyes, Sieun then formed a ring with her index finger and thumb; she kept her lips tightly sealed while her tongue circled my tip. Catching me off guard when she slipped it over her tongue and dove down, feeling the tightness of her lips and the pressure of her tongue as she slowly got deeper close to where her fingers were at. She just had to top it off, looking up at me—as if waiting for a compliment—while she passed every vein and let the pressure slowly build up.

Keeping at that for a good minute, she ensured I lost track of time. By that point, she knew that she was just dragging me along by that point any faster, and I'd explode down her throat. I became more sensitive as she tasted the precum, seeing her eyes react as the secretion came onto her tongue. So, she enjoyed herself, tilting her head and probably moaning quietly. On my end, my breath was already shaking, and I was biting my lip.

I was always shy with dirty talk. Though if there was anything like a "romantic blowjob," this was it.

I've yet to hear of one-night stands that get too attached. But Sieun was in the same class; this would either end awkwardly or something was up. Then I remembered what she said earlier, but before my brain could fly away, thinking itself to death. I was brought back down with one swift swipe of her lip.

Looking down to see Sieun picking up the pace as my knees began to buckle under the sensual barrage from her front; she was anticipating me to break any moment now. I just knew that it was a thin line for her to cross, but whatever confidence she had now, she was not misplaced. Going deep and only deep, save for a few tugs at the tip, as keeping my mouth shut became much more challenging.

Pulling away with a loud pop, she kept it going with a handjob.

"You like it?" she asked.

This was the worst time to ask. It's like Sieun paused the porno.

I just nodded like an addled boy. She licked her lips and smiled.

I took a big gulp as her lips engulfed my shaft again, knowing I was at my last straw. Just one tight slurp after the other, and I was just about done for.

A thunderbolt. A single swipe of Sieun's tongue sent me shaking, curling, drowning. Her lips barely held the saliva in a while, and my twitching became quicker, using everything she could to try and make me cum. Just barely crossing the threshold, though this time, it was her making the noise. Leaving any sense of awareness as she moaned and hummed to herself as she tried to rein my shaft in her mouth. Feeling her mouth tightening, it was the death knell of me, whether it was me imagining it or it was her intent, but I just knew this was it.

When I went quiet, I knew my end was up. My jaw dropped in silence as my knuckles began to turn white, holding onto the shelf. Sieun's eyes, the only way I could tell anything from her, shot up in surprise as my cock, her lips midway, hardened and began bursting in her mouth. Perhaps, a little too early, the second spurt, a warm, gooey one that made even me jump, as it hit the back of her mouth. Feeling an instinctive gulp and watching her react as the rest followed. Slowly moving while her eyebrows furrowed, probably surprised by the sheer volume or taste, trying to keep it in her mouth, fighting the urge to swallow, while her tongue stayed where it was. As my orgasm died down, and having done her bidding, she slowly eased back.

It was perhaps an unintended consequence on her end that I'd let out that much cum. I just hoped she wouldn't be too mad. Slowly taking her lips off, my cock was covered in drool but looked clean, except for the tip, which had expended itself.  

Sieun put her hand under her face, probably to spit it out. Looking up at me before she drew her hand away and swallowed it all, but not without some discomfort in her expression, then licked her lips before stating the obvious.

"That's a lot," she said as she stood up, "and hotter than I thought."

"What?" I asked, a little confused, while I pulled my boxers up.

"Everything, the blowjob, where we are, um," Sieun stopped.

"What is it?" I asked again.

"No," she hesitated, "I'll just tell you on the way down."

Not wanting to ruin the mood by prying, I just scoffed, letting her go. We then left the shelves like nothing had happened. It might have been witness to other couples doing more daring things than a tame, silent blowjob. Sheepishly walked back to our table, and while thankfully nobody came, it seemed like a ghost town with how late it was. Just two bags and personal belongings strewn on the table, forgotten by their owners. I had lost track of time from when she kissed me, but I knew that was a lifetime ago.

There was a sense of silent urgency among us as we packed, flashing a shy smile or two as we knew we'd be doing a lot more once we got to her place. Leaving the room, what she did next surprised me and made me feel warmer than whatever we just did. She put her arm around my elbow. As we made our way to the staircase, we decided to go the route that prevented us from seeing the librarian's desk. Sieun then put herself beside my ear and spoke up almost in a whisper.

I turned red, shy even, but with a tug, there seemed no need to run.

[thatsrightice]

HOW TO BECOME A FIGHTER PILOT

So as you may or may not know, I am writing a fanfic. Unfortunately for me, I can never do things half way, and because aviation is my passion I must do hours of research on a particular subject that I probably won't even use or reference in said fanfic. Here is a guide for how our favorite characters (probably) became fighter pilots. If there are inaccuracies let me know, I want to know :)

United States Naval Academy

The USNA is an undergraduate college that is a combination of academics and military development programs. Students who want to go into Flight School could qualify with one of a variety of different majors, but there are particular majors that obviously may provide a bit of an advantage to aspiring pilots. The USNA currently offers a variety of different majors and minors, though there are fewer than you might expect from a typical university, and overall the degrees are more tailored towards the Navy. They encourage participation in athletics in the form of a Varsity or club/intramural sport(1). 

NOTE: Maverick likely attended a regular college and was a part of the Naval ROTC program at that school. He would have gotten his degree in a field relevant to aviation, likely Mechanical Engineering given his mechanical aptitude seen in Top Gun Maverick, and then attended the 13-week program called Officer Candidate School. To be honest, Maverick’s path within the Navy is a mess and impossible to follow but in the most straightforward scenario, he would go to flight school following Officer Candidate School.

Flight School 

Flight School is an approximately 2-year-long program that is required for Naval Aviators to earn their wings. Primarily located at the “Cradle of Naval Aviation” aka Pensacola, FL, flight school consists of many different phases that will divide students into different specializations. 

1. Naval Introductory Flight Evaluation (NIFE)

Divided into four phases, NIFE is a program that evaluates students’ aeronautical aptitude as well as screens them to ensure they’re capable of becoming aviators. Students may earn a “pink sheet” for any score below 80% or a failure of a task, requiring them to stand before a panel of instructors to explain why they failed and how they plan to improve. Too many pink sheets result in removal from the program(2).

1a. Water Survival Training Following medical clearance, students are taught and tested on their ability to swim while wearing flight gear as well as formerly instructed on various survival techniques and CPR(2).

1b. Academics  A 3-week phase where students take classes and exams in five subjects. It is condensed to test a student’s ability to retain information, learn new information in a high-stress environment, and challenge their self-discipline in regard to time management and other areas(2).

1c. Introductory Flight Screening (IFS) Students are entered into a 2-week-long modified civilian flight training program where one week is dedicated to ground school courses before they must conduct a series of flights in a Cessna using Navy flight procedures during the second week. Students had to memorize and prioritize information to complete the flights, specifically in regard to conducting pre-flight briefings and emergency procedures. Overall, they’ll conduct seven flights in which they are required to complete a set of standardized maneuvers(2). 

1d. Aviation Physiology A week-long training course that consists of emergency-specific training evolutions such as the hypoxia chamber, emergency first aid, and the “helo dunker.” The “helo dunker” (from what I understand) is a particular training device that consists of strapping a pilot into a cockpit-like or helicopter contraption within a pool and submerging the entire structure under the water, simulating an environment in which their aircraft has landed in the water and they need to escape from the seat(3). An image of this can be seen below(2).

The Top Gun cast had to undergo a similar training course in order to be allowed to fly in military airplanes for filming. A video of some of their training can be viewed below.

2b. Aviation Pre-Flight Indoctrination

A 6-week long program that marks the beginning of the aviation pipeline. Located in Pensacola, FL, students attend classes covering the basics of aerodynamics, weather in relation to aviation, air navigation, flight rules and regulations, and aircraft engines and systems (3). 

Prior to API, those interested in becoming Radar Intercept Officers (RIO) will have expressed their interest and requested a designation as a Naval Flight Officer (NFO). 

2c. Primary Flight Training

A 6-month-long program that teaches the students the basics of flying. There are two locations for Primary, one at Training Air Wing 5 at Naval Air Station Whiting Field in Pensacola, FL, or Training Air Wing 4 at Naval Air Station Corpus Christi in Corpus Christi, TX. Both Naval Air Stations (NAS) are taught the same curriculum and fly the same aircraft, the T-6 Texan II. The students learn about the instruments, flight basics, radio instrument navigation, formation flying, and aerobatics, and also conduct several solo flights. At the end of Primary, students choose which pipeline they would like. This is conducted depending on the needs of the Navy and how many spots are available(3). 

Obviously, Iceman, Slider, Goose, Cougar, and everyone else got Jets, though they may not have gone through flight school at the same time. 

2d. Intermediate Flight Training

Intermediate Flight Training is a 27-week program. Split into five platforms; Jet, E2/C2, Helicopter, Maritime, and E-6 TACAMO. The jet platform flight training focuses more on navigation, air traffic control, individual skills, and cooperative skills of flying jets. The intermediate flight training program for jets is located at Meridian, MS (Training Air Wing One) at either VT-7 or VT-9, and Kingsville, TX (Training Air Wing Two) at either VT-21 or VT-22, both of which teach the same curriculum. Students in the jet platform will complete 58 graded flights in the T-45C Goshawk jet trainer aircraft(3). 

2e. Advanced Flight Training

Similar to Intermediate Flight Training, the program is split into five platforms but lasts 23 weeks. The students will probably have stayed with the same training squadron throughout the intermediate and advanced flight training. This stage includes learning skills specific to the chosen platform. The Advanced Flight Training program for jets is what’s called the Strike Syllabus. The Strike Syllabus includes an additional 67 graded flights in the T-45 covering air combat maneuvers, low-level navigation, tactical formation flying, and aircraft carrier qualifications. Students will then graduate from Advanced Flight Training with the Wings of Gold(3). 

3. Squadron Selection 

The final selection process assigns naval aviators to a particular squadron based on the needs of the service. Naval Aviators are assigned to a fleet replacement squadron or other similar training assignments for further training on their specific aircraft type. Here, RIOs and pilots must become qualified by gaining the required flight hours and meeting the proficiency standards necessary.

NOTE: It’s kind of hard to figure out when exactly the RIO training occurs. I know it takes place over the course of all the primary through advanced training occurs as well but I’m not sure if they have to attend seperate courses for it. 

TOPGUN

From there, pilots and RIOs may have been moved to their first official squadron for deployment. They would have been in their first squadron for approximately one and a half years, deploying with them. Their squadron would come back from a deployment and during the stand-down time before their next deployment, their commanding officer would select them to go to TOPGUN.

Sources

(1) https://www.usna.edu/homepage.php

(2) https://www.navy.mil/Press-Office/News-Stories/Article/2944668/nife-lays-foundation-for-naval-aviation-training/

(3) https://www.cnatra.navy.mil/tw4/flight-school.asp

[qqueenofhades]

Hello! I have a question that may be a tad uncomfortable but I don't know who could answer honestly. How do you get over class with a professor who self identifies as your mentor/father? He spilled his guts to me after class and told me how happy he was he connected to a young girl like me(Im 19 he's 59). He will be my prof for the ENTIRE year. I don't know how to feel, it wasn't flirty at all, and I actually think he sees himself in me. He's odd and off putting and stand offish. I am too, kinda. He said if shouldn't feel lonely because Im different, because I have my family, and now him (also Implied i should find god).

He's a conservative catholic with a wife and kids, I can tell he doesn't mean it in a weird way. He probably means well. But it's odd that he's acting like a mentor when I've only known him for a month.

Now, I thought this chat wouldn't affect me but he psychoanalysed me and it felt like he saw right through me while treating me like his therapist. I also think he's a lonely man who is projecting, seeing my potential and "what could've been" for himself.

How do I cope? I don't want this to affect me, but it pushed me terribly off axis. I felt pigeonholed, more than anything, and also feel bad for him.

WELP. Okay, first of all, I want to reinforce that this is NOT your fault and that it clearly creeped you out to the point where you decided to ask someone for help, all of which means that the situation is not okay and he does NOT have the right to do any of this -- whether forcing emotional intimacy on you after a very short time, suggesting that you Find Jesus and/or convert, hinting that he wants to "mentor" you, or whatever. Just because he's a conservative Catholic is no guarantee that it won't get creepier (indeed, often the total opposite) and even if it wasn't sexual or didn't feel sexual at the moment, that is... wrong. He should not have done it. He does not have the right to decide He Is Now Your Mentor and to push that connection on you. Even if it was not conscious or intentional grooming behavior, it is... squicky to say the least, showed that he was willing to push boundaries with you right away, and is certainly something that should make you cautious of any more uncontrolled or one-on-one interaction with him. So yeah. Gross. "Now you have me so you won't be lonely"??? Sorry, there is no scenario in which I can imagine that being an okay thing for a professor to say to a student. No. It may be that he just doesn't have a good sense of social boundaries or appropriate behavior, but that also doesn't mean you need to excuse it.

Next, if you can switch to another section or class so you don't have to spend the year with him, that might be worth looking into. If you can't, then obviously minimize the time you spend one-on-one (if there are office hours or if you need help with the class, maybe ask your peers or the TA if there is one, rather than him) and remember that you can tell people at your university if it continues to creep you out, not just me. There are procedures in place at most institutions to document this kind of interaction if it continues to cross a line (I don't know where you are in the world, but in the university where I work in the US, there's an office of Title IX, which deals with these kinds of issues). Older male academics smarming up to young female students and telling them they're "special" happens a lot, unfortunately, and while it doesn't always end terribly, it is something that you deservedly flagged as weird and which you should keep an eye on going forward. I'm sorry that you've experienced this and once again offer my support in navigating this year in as un-icky a way as possible. Please remember that you do not have to apologize for or excuse yourself for making choices to get out of a weird situation that clearly threw you for a loop, and you do not have to put up with this behavior if it continues or gets worse. Good luck.

[amor1st03]

You and Me | Lee Know

Lee Minho x fem!reader

enemies to lovers, ballet dancer au, college/university au, fluff, angst

warnings: swearing, reader and Minho can be rude to each other at times, there's a point where they're at a bar and some gross guy is harassing reader, jealousy, angst

word count: 11.8k

in which: you are forced to dance with the person you hate the most in the world but maybe it isn’t as bad as it seems

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"Anyone but him."

"Y/N, you need to learn to work with people you don't get along with. And, who knows, this might do the two of you some good, you might actually, dare I say, become friends.

"Oh, yeah, sure we will," You replied as you rolled your eyes. "Miss Crawford you know what we're like, we'll never get along."

It was a beginning of a new term and you had visited the notice board outside of your class to find out who your new partner would be. You were mortified to find out it was none other than Lee Minho.

You were happy to say you were friends with the majority of the people in your class. You got along with everyone. Except him.

You had furiously marched up to your professor's office to confront her. She knew all too well about your and Minho's endless bickering.

"I'm not changing it. Just try. You and Minho are two of my best dancers and I think you would dance well together if you just gave it a shot." You looked at her, eyes wide in shock. It was a terrible idea, surely she knew it was. But she showed no signs of backing down.

"Fine, I'll try."

"Good. Now go to class I'll be there soon."

You bid her goodbye with a sigh before leaving her office. As you turned down the corridor you bumped into somebody.

"Watch it," They said. You were about to apologise when you realised it was Minho.

"Piss off." He just continued to walk, ignoring you. He entered the office you had just left.

"Let me guess, you're here to complain too." You heard Miss Crawford say.

Minho wasn't pleased about the pairing either. The two of you had never gotten along. You disliked each other since you were kids. It started as relentless teasing when you were young but as you grew up it had gotten old but neither of you were willing to approach the other first. The two of you just did not like each other. You could've just avoided him and that would've been fine if it weren't for Chan. Your best friend. Unfortunately, he was also extremely close with Minho meaning you couldn't avoid him. You still tried to though. When Chan made plans for your group of friends you always checked whether Minho would be there, trying to get away with not going. But Chan wanted the two of you to get along and kept inviting you to the same things.

The issue of avoiding Minho only got worse when you started university. At first, you were excited. Both you and Chan had gotten into a really good arts university. He would be studying music production while you were studying dance. Your little bubble burst on the first day of classes when you walked in to find that Minho was there too.

Of course, he was there. The two of you had always bickered about who the better dancer was and this continued during your classes, much to the other students and Miss Crawford's displeasure.

And all of this ultimately led you right here. Being paired with the one person in the class you couldn't stand.

As you continued to walk down the hallway, you told yourself you would not let him get in the way of your dreams. You told yourself you would dance better than you have ever danced in front of him. At least it was your ballet class that you were paired up in, it was, after all, the style you were best at.

When you made it to class, you were still mad. You were one of the first people there, always liking to be there early.

"What's wrong with you?" Felix asked as you set your bag down next to his. You slumped against the wall and slid down it, sitting beside the boy.

You had been paired with Felix a few times before and he was probably your favourite person in the entire class. You danced well with him and became close quite quickly.

"I'm paired with Minho this term."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yes, really."

"So now it's just a matter of time to see who snaps first and kills the other?"

"Yep, pretty much."

"It might do you some good, actually. He's really not that bad, he's actually quite nice when you get to know him."

"That's what Chan says but I'm yet to see this side of him. He's always so condescending and nasty to me."

"Well, here's your chance to see that side of him. You've known him for so long, maybe it's time to leave whatever this weird rivalry is in the past."

"I don't think we'll ever get along."

"Speak of the devil, he just walked in. Come on, Y/N, it's only temporary," Felix said, picking your bag up and handing it to you before placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you to face where Minho had just walked in. "Play nice." Felix gave you a light shove in Minho's direction.

You shuffled over to him, mentally cursing your friend. You trained your eyes to the ground once you were stood in front of him.

"Look..." You glanced up at him to see an unpleasant look on his face. He raised his eyebrows at you, questioning what you wanted to say. Your voice turned sharp as you spoke again. "Look, we've got no choice but to work together, so please just don't fuck this up by being a dick. This is my most important class, I wanna do well in this. Just for this term, try to act with some decency, yeah?" Minho scoffed.

"And you always say I'm the rude one?'" You ignored him, placing your bag next to his as your professor walked into the class. She gave you and Minho a pleased smile, probably hoping that the two of you were getting along.

You and Minho quickly changed into your ballet pumps before the class began. You had always hated warming up, you knew it was important but you were always so desperate to dance. Today, however, you were pleased with how thoroughly Miss Crawford made you warm up. Honestly, you never wanted it to end so you could avoid working with the boy beside you for as long as possible.

A feeling of dread settled in your stomach as the warm up concluded. You looked around as everyone else made their way into their new pairs, greeting each other. Felix caught your eye with a soft smile and a thumbs up before turning away to his partner. Reluctantly, you turned to face Minho.

"We don't have to talk, let's just focus on the dancing and get through this," He stated, not even looking in your direction.

"Alright, class. So at the end of this term we will be having a show. I have picked out a select number of duets. The duets are one's we have learnt before but you will need to relearn them with your new partners and audition. After that I will pick a pair for each duet. I expect you all to learn one of the duets and I have to see at least one full run through of it as the practice will go towards your grade. However, if you do not want to audition for the show you don't have to but you will, of course, all be performing in the group dances. Any questions about that?" You raised your hand. "No, you cannot change partners."

"Oh, no, it's not that. I was just wondering what the duets that you picked were?"

"Oh, I see. Well, for now I'm not going to tell you, add to the excitement a little. In a few weeks time I will let you all know and I will pin up and audition sheet for each duet. For now, I don't want you all to be worrying about having to relearn them. For the first week we will be doing our usual. I want you all to get to know your partners, learn to dance together. For this you can use whatever sort of practice you want for this, whether that's learning a dance together or just practicing moves together. I expect to see all of you becoming comfortable dancing together. I have also sorted out a schedule for this room so each pair will have a few hours each week after lessons to work together. If anyone has any problems with it let me know but I expect you all to use the time wisely."

The class went surprisingly fast as you and Minho worked together. What was even more surprising was how gentle he was when he placed his hands on your waist. The feeling sent a shiver up your spine. Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch. You weren't sure what the feeling was but if anyone had asked you would've pinned it on the angry tension between the two of you.

When class was over you were quick to collect the schedule your professor was handing out and to move away from the suffocating proximity you had been forced to share with Minho. You crouched down next to your bag, putting your water bottle away.

"Can you move? I need to get my bag." You heard Minho say behind you, you rolled your eyes. Quickly your grabbed his bag, standing up and shoving it into his chest. He took a step back to steady himself.

"There, not in the way anymore, am I?"

"Thanks," He replied sarcastically, moving away from you. You sighed as you sat down on the floor, changing your shoes.

"How'd it go?" Felix asked, sitting beside you with a smile.

"I don't wanna talk about."

"Aw, come on. It can't have been that bad, you guys looked good together."

"Don't ever say that again." You warned him.

"Don't say what?" Hyunjin, another one of your friends in the class, asked as he sat down with the two of you.

"That Y/N and Minho look good together."

"Felix."

"He's right, you two do look really good dancing together. Well, I mean if you ignore the obvious snarls and glares." You ignored the two as they continued to joke.

"When are you guys scheduled in?" You asked, interrupting their laughter.

"I've got the room first today, actually after classes end and then again on Wednesday."

"My partner and I have it on Wednesday after Felix and then Thursday at 4pm. You?" You glanced down at your schedule.

"We have it tomorrow and Friday, both the last session."

"We, huh?" Felix teased.

"Felix, I swear to god-"

"Calm down!" He laughed. "Come on, let's go. We've got contemporary next, we can't be late again." The two boys stood up and Hyunjin offered his hand out to you. You took it, thanking him as he helped you up.

***

When you reached your next class, contemporary dance, you were glad to see that you weren't being paired up with anyone. You were also glad there wasn't a showcase for this class at the end of term because it meant you could focus more on ballet. You wanted a duet even if you had to work with Minho. Like you said, you were not going to let him get in the way of it.

Hyunjin and Felix seemed to thrive the most in this class whereas you excelled more in ballet. Unfortunately, so did Minho meaning the two of you were always trying to outdo the other. You both would probably still try and show each other up which would make working together even harder.

As the day continued, throughout your classes you kept catching Minho's eye. The two of you would glare at each other, tensions clearly still high from the morning. You were relieved when your final class was over and you could finally leave.

You left your class and headed for the music department to find Chan. Just down the hall, you saw him leaving his class with Han and Changbin. You greeted the three of them which they returned.

"What's up with you?" Chan asked. He was always able to pick up on your bad moods. You sighed before explaining the unfortunate situation you were currently stuck in. Chan simply laughed.

"This is perfect, you two will finally get along and we can all hang out in one big group without you two making it awkward."

"Shut up, there's no way we will ever get along. He hates me."

"Thin line between love and hate, right?"

"What are implying there, Changbin?" You eyes him suspiciously.

"Nothing, nothing at all," He replied with a smirk.

"You know what, I'm going to find Jeongin and Seungmin."

"Aw, come on, we're only joking, Y/N," Jisung stated.

"Jokes are meant to funny."

"Yeah, well I found it funny and humour is subjective."

"Okay, smartass." Jisung smirked before ruffling your hair. "I'm serious about finding Jeongin and Seungmin though, I said I would walk home with them." You flattened out your hair.

"Bye, Y/N."

"See you later."

"See you, keep me updated about Minho," Chan said as you waved them goodbye.

"Trust me, I'll come find you to complain."

The three boys watched as you walked down the corridor, turning the corner. Chan turned to the other two.

"It's gonna happen."

"Oh, definitely."

"We called this years ago."

***

"Can you move further to the right?"

"No, I'm fine here."

"No, once you've lifted your hands off of my waist you can move over there, the spacing will look better."

"Well, I'm not budging."

"Grow up, Minho, and move!"

"Do you have to be so bitchy all the time?"

"I'm not bitchy."

"Yes, you are. Ask nicely and I might move." He smirked at you.

"Can you please move up slightly before I move you myself?"

"I said nicely."

"I said please."

"Fine, I'll move. Only because I know being nice is difficult for you." You scoffed.

"Difficult for me? We've know each other how long? I've never once seen you do anything nice for anyone. Or are you only nice when I'm not around."

"I'm nice all the time, I think you'll find."

"Yeah, sure."

"Look, can we please just get back to dancing? That's what we're here for after all."

"Yeah. Let's just do it from the top."

It had been a few weeks and things between the two of you had not settled. When the music was playing everything seemed to be utter bliss. Not that you would ever admit it but Minho was a beautiful dancer and the two of you did seem to move well together. While dancing, when he held your hand or your waist you couldn't quite believe it was the same guy who had hated you for years.

But the music never lasted and his touch would leave, soon the arguing started up again. The bickering was constant and didn't seem to be going anyway anytime soon. Maybe because it was all you had ever known. You sighed as you pressed play, quickly getting back into place.

The music began as the two of you moved in sync. There were three duets that were to be performed at the showcase. One from Swan Lake and another from Romeo and Juliet. You were relieved that there was no argument from Minho when you said you wanted to audition for the third duet, 'Bedroom' from Manon.

It was a beautiful piece, since you had first seen the dance it had captivated you. You had dreamt of getting to dance it and now this was your opportunity. You were prepared to fight tooth and nail with Minho to pick that dance, you were relieved when he had agreed to choosing it. There was only one thing that made you feel a bit regretful in your decision: the intimacy of the piece. The other two dances were also very intimate but this one felt the most emotional. At some points, your face was mere inches away from his face. He held a soft smile that he always put on when he was on stage but it never reached his eyes. They remained cold as he look at you. You imagined that you had a similar expression.

But that wasn't even the worst part.

There was a small break in the dance where the two characters were meant to kiss. The two of you hadn't thought about that when you had picked this duet.

You were yet to reach it as you had only just been blocking the dance out, remembering parts and working on movementa. As it approached, Minho leaned in gently but you pulled away. He sighed in annoyance.

"It's just a kiss, it doesn't mean anything."

"I know it means nothing, but it's weird kissing the person that I dislike the most in the entire class and the person who dislikes me the most."

"Well, stop thinking about it and just kiss me and then we can go back to disliking each other later."

"Can we just skip it for now? We'll practice it later."

"If we must, whatever. Let's start again." And that's what you did. You felt more anxious now, overthinking the fact that you knew one day you would have to kiss him. But for now the two of you awkwardly stood still for a moment, skipping the kiss, nothing but your breathing and the music could be heard.

When you had reached the end of the dance, you were in Minho's arms. One place you never thought you'd be. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest from the dancing as the music ended. You were quick to pull away.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

"Our sessions up, that's good for today, I'm leaving now."

"Y/N."

You ignored him, hurrying to collect your things, practically racing to the door. You jumped when you pulled it open to find Chan on the other side.

"Oh my god, you scared me!"

"Oh, sorry. I came to catch a glimpse of the two of you dancing."

"Well, our sessions up now, I'll see you tomorrow." You tried to move past him but he stood in the way.

"Hey, wait. Minho and I are gonna walk home together, do you wanna walk with us?"

"Um, I have stuff to do today, sorry. Bye." You quickly pushed past him, leaving the two boys behind.

"Woah, what happened?" Chan asked as he watched Minho collect his own belongings.

"She's getting all worked up because we have to kiss for the audition."

"Wait, what, seriously?"

"Don't even say it."

"Say what? I wasn't going to say anything."

"Well, you were thinking it."

"What could you possibly mean?"

"Stop playing dumb, you've been saying shit about me and her for years. Not going to happen. We don't like each other at all remember?"

"You'll grow on each other."

"Yeah, don't think so. Anyway enough about Y/N, I don't wanna talk about her, let's go."

***

Of course, he was the first one to arrive. You rolled your eyes as you saw Minho sat at the table alone. Instead of walking over to him you headed to the bar, ordering a drink for yourself.

You were here to support Chan, Jisung and Changbin. They had booked a gig and had invited all their friends to see it. You knew Minho would be there but supporting them was more important than that. But as you picked up your drink and headed to the table you couldn't help but feel a bit of regret creeping in. You kept reminding yourself that it didn't matter, you would ignore him, you were here to support your friends.

You didn't even greet him as you sat down at the table.

"Great, you're here too."

"They're not just your friends, you know? Don't spoil it by trying to argue with me, this is their night, alright? Just be quiet and pretend that I'm not here."

"Gladly." He looked away, instead glancing around at the other people in the bar. The silence was finally broke when Hyunjin arrived. He greeted the two of you before sitting down beside you. You took notice of the way Minho's attitude differed when he greeted to Hyunjin. It was still weird seeing him be so friendly when he had always been so rude to you. Not long after your other friends arrived. Felix took the other seat beside you while Seungmin and Jeongin sat either side of Minho.

"How's things going in ballet?"

"They're awful, I can't stand working with him." You tilted your head in Minho's direction. Minho overheard this and quickly spoke up.

"You're not exactly the best person to work with either."

"Shut up." You scowled before turning back to Hyunjin. "I wish I could work with you or Felix, it would be better than with him," You whined, shaking his arm. He laughed. Minho looked between you two. He looked at the hand you had laid on Hyunjin's arm as you spoke. He felt a twist in his stomach. He knew it was because you talking down about him while he was sat right in front of you. He was certain it was that.

"You two are the best dancers in the class, you were bound to get paired up eventually. Besides, I've seen you working in class and you do actually dance really well together."

"I guess. We don't talk and just focus on the dance instead of bickering. It's the best way to get through this term." Hyunjin sighed at your words.

"Instead of trying to get through this term how about you take the opportunity to get to know him? You never know, you might actually get along."

"Want me to talk some sense into him?" Hyunjin joked.

"I tried to get along with him years ago, he never wanted anything to do with me. He hates me and that's fine but I'm not going to try if he's just going to be rude to me."

"You can certainly try." The two of you fell silent when you saw your three friends walking on stage. You smiled at Chan when his eyes met yours. The performance was probably the best one of theirs you had been to. The were all so talented you were left speechless. The songs were so well produced and the lyrics were incredible and you didn't even want to get started on their voices. You had always known they were talented but it was still mind blowing every time you saw them perform.

When the performance was over another group took to the stage. While you waited for the three boys to come out from backstage, you stood up to get another drink. You felt someone's eyes on you as you looked around. You spotted a rather intoxicated man sat a couple stools down from where you were stood. You turned to the bartender, attempting to ignore his gaze. As an arm came to rest on your shoulder, you felt your skin crawl.

"Hey, baby, how about you let me buy you a drink?"

"How about you fuck off?" You pushed his arm off of you.

"Come on, don't be like that. Let's have some fun, yeah?" He rested an arm around your waist now.

"Get off me!" He pulled you closer as you pushed his chest away.

Minho caught sight of your struggle and quickly got to his feet. He was about to head in your direction when he saw Chan interrupt your interaction with the guy.

"What? What is it?" Jeongin asked as him and the others looked up at Minho.

"Nothing." He sat back down but kept his eyes trained on you and Chan. He saw Chan pull the guy off of you and swing an arm around you. He couldn't hear what any of you were saying but he continued to watch anyway.

"She told you to keep your hands off, alright?" Chan shouted at the man.

"Sorry, man, I didn't know she had a boyfriend."

"It doesn't matter if she's got a boyfriend or not, if she tells you not to touch her, you don't touch her. Or anyone else for that matter, got it?"

Chan guided you back to the table, checking if you were alright.

"I'm okay, thank you though."

"It's not problem, no one should treat anyone like that."

Minho watched as the two of you walked back to the table. You didn't notice the way, even after Chan had shouted at him, the man continued to look at you. His eyes lingered on you and Minho felt rage course through his veins.

"Hey guys." The others at the table were quick to break out into chatter, telling Chan how great he was on stage.

"Where's Changbin and Jisung?"

"They're still backstage, but let's get out of here for some fresh air. I'll message them and tell them to meet us outside." The others agreed, quickly putting on their jackets and collecting their things. They all began to walk out, Chan and you leading the group.

"You coming?" Seungmin asked Minho.

"I'll catch up, let me just finish my drink I won't be long."

"Alright, see you out there." Minho watched as the others left. Once they were gone, he downed the rest of his drink before heading over to the bar. The man who had spoken to you was leaning against it with his back to him. Minho tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned, Minho swung his fist, hitting him square on the jaw. He looked down at the man as he fell to the ground. Without so much as a word, he turned and left.

Minho would swear he wasn't a violent person, not really. Sure, he knew people found him scary, but nine out of ten times he was all bark and no bite. He hadn't even been in a proper fight before. But that felt good. The guy deserved it and Minho was glad to have done it for you. Just because you didn't like each did not mean he wanted some random guy putting his hands on you and making you uncomfortable. He rubbed his knuckles, they were hurting but he was certain his fist hurt way less than that guy's face.

Once he was outside he saw everyone else waiting.

"You ready to go?" Chan asked.

"Yep, let's go." The group walked to a different club.

For the rest of the night, Minho couldn't help but keep glancing at you. Wanting to make sure you were alright but being too afraid to ask. He knew you didn't want to talk to him. He leaned against the bar and watched as you danced with a few of the other guys. He glanced over at Chan who leaned next to him.

"Is Y/N alright?" He asked.

"You saw what happened? She's okay, she was just a little shaken up." Minho nodded, rubbing his fist. "What happened to your fist?" Chan took hold of Minho's arm examining his knuckles.

"Nothing," He stated, bluntly.

"Oh, really? 'Cause it looked like you punched someone." Minho didn't say anything. "You punched that guy, didn't you? I saw the way you were looking at him when we came back to the table, you looked so mad."

"Yeah, fine, I punched him, so what?"

"I knew you cared about her."

"No, it's not like that, it's just nobody deserves to be treated that way. What I did doesn't mean I care about her."

"Yeah, right." Chan rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'm gonna go join them on the dance floor, wanna come?" Minho's eyes shifted to you again.

"No, I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Chan moved away from him and headed towards you.

Minho continued to watch as you danced. For the rest of the night, Chan's words plagued his mind.

***

"You have to at least try and look at me like you're in love with me!" That was one sentence you never thought you'd be saying to Minho.

The two of you danced really well together when you weren't arguing but you knew that if you wanted to be picked for the duet you would have to be able to show the love between the two characters.

"I can't, it's weird."

"I know you hate me but just for the dance pretend I'm someone else."

"God, I wish you'd stop saying that."

"Saying what?"

"That I hate you. I don't hate you."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Sure we've never been friends, or even gotten along before but I don't hate you. I never have."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not."

"You are. Why are you saying that? It's the way things have always been, you hate me and I hate you, that's the way we've always been."

"No. You hate me. That's fine. We've never been friends but I have never said I hated you. I could never hate you."

"Why?"

"Well, because you...You mean too much to Chan. I couldn't hate my best friend's other best friend." You were shocked, unsure of what to say. He didn't hate you? All those years of teasing and mean comments sure felt like hatred to you.

"I don't know what to say. All these years I hated you because I thought that you hated me and now you tell me you never hated me. You confuse me, Minho, I'm not even sure what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Look, I've been thinking about it a lot and us arguing is just getting in the way of our dancing. We dance really well together, neither of us can deny it so, just for the time being, I want us to forget about all the arguing and just focus on this. Let's try and be civil."

"Yeah, okay." You replied before turning away. The two of you collected your things in silence. You left the room first, Minho was close behind. You could feel his gaze as you walked along the corridor. You turned back to look at him, he was quick to look away. As you rounded the corner somebody ran into you. You felt your ankle roll and you fell to the floor.

"Y/N!" Minho said as he saw you tumble to the ground. He quickly hurried over to you.

"Shit, I'm sorry," The boy who had bumped into you said.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" Minho asked the boy as he crouched down beside.

"It's fine, really. It was an accident." You got up on your feet but winced in pain. You felt Minho take hold of your arm.

"Are you alright?" Him and the boy asked you at the same time. Minho glared at him.

"I am really. You can go," You said to the boy, ushering him away.

"Again, I'm really sorry." The boy ran off, leaving you and Minho. You tried to walk but winced again.

"Y/N, let's go to the nurse's office."

"No, I'm okay. Go away."

"No, I won't go away. You're clearly hurt. Come on." He picked you up, knowing that you would continue to argue with him if he didn't. It was strange seeing him be so caring. As he carried you to the nurse's office you couldn't help but glance up at him.

He set you back on your feet and helped you to sit down on the bed as the nurse asked what had happened. You explained before she had a look at your ankle.

"It will be okay. It's just twisted. Just rest it for a few days, don't try and get back to dancing too early, alright? Make sure you are definitely ready to dance before you attempt to go back to class."

"I can't miss my practices."

"You have to. If you try to dance on this ankle you'll only make it worse. I know what you dancers are like, you always want to get back to dancing, never properly resting." She turned to Minho. "I want you to make sure she's not trying to get back on her feet too early."

"I will."

"You can rest for a little while here until you're ready to go, I've got some other things I need to do before the end of the day. Oh, and when you leave, let him help you, okay?"

"Okay." The nurse left, pulling the curtain around the bed. You turned to face Minho. "You didn't have to carry me."

"You would've just continued to argue with me which does you no good. You were hurt."

"But why did you help me?"

"I'm not the heartless monster you think I am, you know?" You stayed quiet for a moment before swinging your legs off the bed. You stood up but winced in pain. Minho was quick to jump up, reaching for you. "Careful."

"I'm gonna go home now."

"Alright." He wrapped your arm around his shoulders before wrapping his own around you waist. The two of you thanked the nurse before he guided you home. Once you were back at your apartment, he helped you onto the bed. It was strange seeing him in your apartment. It's not like the two of you had never been to each other's apartments before. Having the same group of friends meant that sometimes one of you would host parties and the other would be there. This was strange because it was just you and him. No Chan. No Felix. None of the others. Just you two.

"I'll go now, you rest. Seriously, don't be trying to get back on your feet too early."

"Don't worry, I won't. I know you don't want me to fuck up our practices any further."

"It's not like that. Just don't make your injury worse. I'll see you when you're better."

"Yeah, see you soon." He turned, walking towards your door. He hoped you didn't notice the way his hand hesitated before reaching for the handle. Just before he shut the door you called out to him.

"Hey, Minho. Thanks." That was the first time you had ever said thanked him for anything. He gave you a soft smile and you heart fluttered slightly. Which terrified you. He was the person you hated the most in the world, his smile shouldn't make your heart flutter.

After he left, you wanted to try and get some sleep but you found yourself thinking of him. Thinking of every interaction with him you could remember. Could you have misjudged him?

Surely not. All these years you hated him and you were certain he felt the same. But he said he didn't. He never hated you.

You were confused.

He might not have hated you but you knew he never liked you either. He was still rude to you, making snide comments, attempting to tease and humiliate you every chance he got.

You had always acted the same towards him. Maybe the two of you had just misjudged each other. Never gotten along. Maybe it was because you had always hated him and he knew that.

You couldn't stop thinking about how, despite it all, he never hated you.

***

You were relieved that after a couple of days your ankle was fully healed. You were desperate to get back to dancing. On your first day back you were even earlier than usual. You had a bright smile on your face as you entered the classroom. You had thought a lot over the few days you were off. You and Minho had definitely gotten off on the wrong foot. And after years of pointless arguing, surely it was time to set it aside. You weren't saying that you were going to be friends, necessarily, but if the two of you could get along it was benefit the both of you as well as your friends.

The classroom began to fill with students and soon your professor walked in, greeting the class. You looked around, trying to spot Minho but you couldn't see him anywhere.

"Hey, where's Minho?" You asked Hyunjin.

"I'm not sure, he wasn't here yesterday either. He just messaged us to say he wouldn't be in, he never gave us a reason though." As the class began and people divided up into pairs you approached Miss Crawford before asking her if she knew anything about Minho's whereabouts.

"Didn't he tell you? He's off sick."

"Oh. No, he never said anything."

"Right. Well, he should be back soon. But with you being off and now him the two of you will have to work extra hard for these auditions."

"We will."

You couldn't do much that lesson with Minho not being there. When class has finished you questioned Felix to see if he had known about Minho being sick. He told you he didn't. You also messaged Chan to see if he knew what was up with Minho but he didn't know either. Minho never missed a day if he could help it. And for the first time ever, you found yourself worrying about him.

You knew you shouldn't worry. Miss Crawford said he was sick, so it can't have been anything major, but still, he hadn't told anyone and you knew he lived alone. So who was looking after him?

But it was none of your business, right? Why should you worry if someone's looking after him or not? He was perfectly capable of looking after himself, you knew that.

But as you tried to convince yourself not to check up on him you thought back to the last couple of days you had off. He had messaged you each day to check if you were coming back to college or not. When you had said you weren't he simply told you to keep resting. The previous day he hadn't messaged you which you had noticed but, given the track record of your relationship with him, you didn't think it was strange.

You mind was stuck on Minho for the rest of the day. When you last lesson had finished, you decided that you would just go and see him for yourself. You went home first, picked up some medicine, made him some soup.

Soup? What the hell is up with me, I don't make soup for Minho? You questioned yourself but, nevertheless, you found yourself on the way to his apartment with a flask in hand.

The walk to his place took longer then it should have, with you stopping countless times, debating on turning back and going home. But eventually you reached his apartment, hesitating before knocking. You heard shuffling inside before the door opened to reveal a very sick looking Minho. He looked pale with dark bags under his eyes, hair messy.

"What are you doing here?"

"It was my first day back and you weren't there and you never said anything. Miss Crawford told me you were sick."

"Oh, right. Sorry I should've messaged to say I wouldn't be in but I just thought you were still resting."

"I, um...I brought you some soup." You held it out for him.

"It's not poisoned is it." His tone was light as he took it from you.

"From the looks of it I don't need to poison you." As you spoke you saw him clutch his head as he squeezed his eyes. His other hand rested on the wall beside him, supporting himself.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just feeling a bit faint."

"Come on, you should go back to bed. I'll help you." You guided him to his room and laid him down. You noticed how soft his expression was as he watched you lean over him, checking his temperature with a hand to his forehead. "I'll get you a cloth. One second." You got a damp cloth as well as a spoon and bowl for his soup.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked as you delicately placed the cloth on his forehead before pouring some soup in the bowl.

"You helped me when I hurt my ankle. Figured I should return the favour."

"Right. Return the favour."

"Why didn't you tell any of our friends?" He looked down at the bowl of soup you handed him.

"I didn't wanna burden or worry anyone."

"They're worried regardless, Minho. And you shouldn't think like that. Nobody's a burden. Everyone needs to be looked after every now and again." You had never seen such a soft gaze before. Did his eyes flicker down to you lips? You were certain you had imagined it. You cleared your throat. "I'll be off now, I guess. Do you need anything before I go?"

"No. I'm alright. Thank you."

"Alright then. Rest now. I'll see you when you're better. Don't worry about the audition practice. We've got ages, we'll be fine."

"Thanks again."

"It's fine. If you need anything call me or Chan or anyone. You're not a burden, Minho."

***

Minho would be lying if he said he felt better just because he wasn't ill anymore. Sure, that was partly the reason but he was also happy because things were finally changing between the two of you.

He had never intended on you disliking him so, it had started when you were just young kids as mindless teasing out of jealousy. As kids you never want your best friend to have another best friend but that was the way it had always been for the two of you. And as young kids sharing Chan had become a bitter rivalry. As the two of you grew up, Minho realised how stupid it all was but you couldn't stand to be around him so he never tried to change your mind. He just continued with the petty remarks and teasing.

But it had changed in the last few days and he was glad.

"Thanks for the soup, here's your flask." He handed it back to you once he had arrived at the classroom.

"Feeling better?" You asked.

"Much. I'm ready to get back to dancing."

"Me too."

And so the two of you did just that. The smile reached his eyes now as he danced, you noticed.

The weeks began to fly past as you and Minho prepared for the audition. You found yourselves arguing less and even started becoming more comfortable with each other. Dare you say it, you believed that the two of you had maybe even become friends. Looks like everyone had been right, he wasn't as bad as you had thought.

"I think we should practice the kiss today," Minho said as the two of you walked into the ballet room on Friday for your after school practice.

"We've got ages until the audition though."

"I know but I think it would be better for us to practice it sooner and become more used to it. Make it seem less awkward when we do the audition."

"Yeah, I suppose you have a point. Alright, let's run the number and we'll do it."

Minho pressed play and quickly got into position. The anticipation of the kiss made focusing on your movements more difficult but eventually you got up to the break in the dance where you had to kiss. As you came face to face Minho wondered if you could hear his heart beating over the music.

"Ready?" He asked softly. You nodded. He leaned in slowly.

His lips were softer than you had expected. You had never imagined you would ever be kissing him, let alone liking it. You had especially not imagined craving more of his kisses as the two of you broke away. It truly hit you then just how wrong you had been, for all these years.

Minho had a moment of clarity too. God, why had he never tried to make amends with you before? Holding you in his arms like this felt so right. He continued to look at you for a moment after the two of you had pulled away. He mentally retracted his previous statement, No, he could never get used to kissing you. Not when it felt that good.

"Not too bad a kisser," You joked with a soft smile.

"Not too bad yourself." Understatement of the century, he told himself.

"Shall we practice it again then? Because we kinda missed our cue to continue dancing." You pulled away from him fully.

"Oh, right, we did. Yeah, let's go from the top."

***

Maybe things really had changed between the two of you. You looked forward to your ballet classes. You looked forward to seeing him, dancing with him, kissing him. How strange it was, enjoying a kiss from somebody just a matter of months ago you thought was your worst enemy.

Your friends around you were very pleased to see the two of you actually getting along, especially Chan. You were happy to tell him that you and Minho were finally becoming friends. You did, however, regret telling him about the kissing, more importantly about the fact that you found yourself actually wanting to kiss him.

"It's just a kiss for the dance, yes it's nice, but who doesn't enjoy kissing?" You rested an arm over Chan's legs as they laid across your lap. He looked at your from where he laid, with his head against the sofa's armrest.

"You like him," He said with a smirk on his face.

"No I don't."

"Who would have thought that you would come to like Lee Minho? The guy you swore to hate forever. Guess what? I did. I knew this would happen."

"Shut up, I don't like him like that." You shoved his legs off your lap.

"Oh, really, you don't like him?"

"Nope. It's just a kiss between two friends who have to kiss for a dance. It doesn't mean anything."

"Just a kiss between two friends, huh?" He sat up, leaning towards you. "If that's so, kiss me then."

"What?" You asked, taken aback.

"Prove to me that it means nothing, that you can kiss anyone just because you're friends. Look, I love you but I don't have any feelings what so ever for you in that way. If you don't like him it means you are totally okay with kissing any other friend."

"You're insane. What would that girl from the cafe say? I know you like her."

"Please, she doesn't even know I exist. I haven't got a chance with her. Difference is Minho notices you, I can see that much." He leaned closer, a smirk still clear on his face.

You stayed still for a moment, an unimpressed look on your face. Someone cleared their throat and you quickly moved away from Chan.

"Sorry, I'm interrupting. The door was open," Minho said as he looked between the two of you. He had said he was sorry for interrupting but Chan thought the scowl on his face said otherwise.

"No you weren't, I was just teasing Y/N and I did invite you."

"Teasing her? Isn't that my job?" It was meant to be a joke but Chan heard the slight anger behind his words as he sat himself in between you and Chan.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll leave the teasing to you. Anyway, Y/N, sorry I forgot to tell you that I invited Minho over. We were gonna watch a movie and order a pizza, wanna stay?"

"Yeah, sure."

Chan picked out a movie while Minho ordered the food. In the meantime, you went and locked Chan's front door, not wanting anymore surprises. Chan was too impatient to wait for the food to start the film. As the three of you settled down to watch the movie, your phone pinged. You looked down to see a message from Chan.

[7:33pm]

Somebody's jealous

[7:34pm]

You did that on purpose didn't you? You invited him here and pulled that stunt for him to see

[7:34pm]

You got me. But it worked, did you see the look on his face. He's so jealous

[7:35pm]

You're delusional. I'm ignoring you now, don't message me

You looked across at him and scowled before turning back to the movie. But your mind was racing. Could Minho have been jealous? Could he possibly like you?

You suddenly became very aware of how close he was to you. His legs pressed next to yours. The small contact made you heart race. You were all too relieved when the doorbell rang as you jumped up before either of the boys could.

You ate your pizza and continued watching the film. You pushed away any awkwardness you felt about your emotions towards Minho. Instead, you just focused on enjoying your time with him and Chan. As the three of you laughed, you felt a strange sense of regret wash over you when you truly realised it could have been like this all along.

You had been a fool.

But better late than never, you supposed. At least it was all behind you now.

You finished the film and stayed for a little while longer before you and Minho left.

"I'll walk you home."

"I'm a big girl, I can look after myself."

"I don't doubt it but still, let me walk you home."

"Okay," You agreed with a soft smile. It was quiet for a while as you watched the cars on the roads and the people hurrying by. The world seemed to be in a rush but you and Minho were here, taking things step by step.

"Why'd you pick that dance?" He broke the silence.

"I don't know, it's just so...I don't know."

"Such a way with words."

"Hey! I'm a dancer not a poet."

"Yeah, I know. And a beautiful dancer at that. But seriously, why that dance over the other ones?"

"I've always loved that dance. It's just so beautiful, intimate, emotional. I've always wanted to perform it and it felt like fate when it was revealed to be one of the duets." Minho nodded, waiting a beat.

"You will be performing that dance. I promise you, we can do it."

"I think we can too. But hey, why didn't you protest? Before, you know, we argued over everything. I thought you would have wanted to do one of the other ones."

"No, it's my favourite out of all of the duets too."

***

You had been preparing for weeks and now there was only a month left until the auditions. As you and Minho perfected the dance and grew closer you began to feel more certain about two things. 1. You actually stood a chance at being picked for the dance, especially with Minho, aka the best dancer in the entire class, by your side. 2. You were definitely starting to fall for him.

Chan had been right. He had predicted this. And he would not stop reminding you.

"I called this years ago. I must be psychic or something," Chan said as the two of you walked to Hyunjin and Felix's apartment on Friday. Tonight, Hyunjin had claimed, would be the party of the decade. All that booze and music and dancing and you were only going to see Minho. The guys had begged you to agree to come but you kept turning them down, parties just weren't your thing. But when Minho had asked you one time in class if you'd be going you found yourself saying yes. You had told Chan and everyone else that you had changed your mind, they didn't need to know the real reason why you were going.

"Chan, shut up. You're not psychic, we aren't dating."

"Yet. You like him. He likes you. I predicted that."

"You only know one of those things for certain."

"How do you know that?"

"Minho would keep that stuff to himself. Hell, he didn't even tell you when he was ill. Why would he tell you if he liked me?"

"Don't bring that up, I'm still mad at him for that." You rolled your eyes. "But, I really do think he likes you back."

"Yeah, well, we'll never know unless he tells us."

"Or you could confess?"

"Absolutely not. And don't even try and argue with me on this. You cannot persuade me to confess right now. Not gonna happen." He opened his mouth to speak. "Ah! What did I say? No arguing. Anyway, look, we're here now so just drop it for the time being."

The two of you walked into Hyunjin and Felix's place. It was already full of noise and people. The two of you were greeted by Felix who already appeared to have had too much to drink. He pulled you into an embrace before leading you both to the kitchen to get drinks.

A few drinks in and you were starting to feel a little tipsy. You danced with Changbin and Felix to the music, feeling it course through you veins.

"I'm gonna get another drink," You called over the music to them before heading back to the kitchen. You were about to enter the kitchen when you heard a voice from inside. Minho's voice.

"Most vicious bitch I've ever met. Y/N L/N, who could stand to be around her, let alone befriend or date her." You felt your heart drop as you quickly pushed your way through the crowd. You couldn't stop the tears from falling. Oh god, why did you have to cry over him?

You thought you had misjudged him but it turns out he was exactly who you thought he was. And that hurt so much more than being wrong.

You made your way to the door as you felt a hand lay on your shoulder. You spun around to see who it was.

"Hyunjin," You sobbed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He pulled you into his chest.

"I don't wanna talk about it right now. Just, please, take me home."

"Yeah, okay."

Minho had left the kitchen now. As he walked through the crowds, he caught sight of your tear stained face by the door. He watched as Hyunjin took his jacket off and wrapped it around you before swinging his arm around your shoulder. He watched as Hyunjin guided you out of the apartment and you left.

***

"Please," You practically begged Miss Crawford on Monday morning. "I can't work with him, I've tried."

"But it's so close to the auditions."

"I know but please." You couldn't stop the tears. "I've spoken to Hyunjin and his partner, they've agreed. I've worked with Hyunjin before and we dance well together."

"Okay. I can see that whatever is going on is really upsetting you so I'll allow you to swap."

You thanked her before heading to the classroom. There you were greeted by Hyunjin and Felix. You had already explained to them what had happened on Friday, begging Hyunjin to talk to his dance partner to swap.

"Hey, how you holding up?" Felix asked.

"I'm okay. She allowed us to swap."

"Alright, good." You smiled softly but it was quickly replaced with a frown when you saw Minho walk through the door.

He approached you.

"I saw you crying on Friday night, are you alright? What happened?"

"Minho, just stay away from her, yeah? She doesn't wanna talk to you right now. You and Hyunjin have swapped for the auditions, alright? So just go and practice."

"But I-"

"Just leave it, Minho," Felix said, stepping further in front of you to block you from his view. He sighed in defeat, unsure of what he had done wrong.

He did try to talk to you again. He caught you walking home alone and approached you.

"Y/N, please, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Like you care."

"I do care!"

"No, you don't. Just stop lying, leave me alone!" You shouted.

"No, I won't. Not until you talk to me."

"You want me to talk to you, huh? Want me to say something? Well, I have three words for you. I hate you! Did you hear that? I hate you, Lee Minho!" He was taken aback by your words. He couldn't find the words to say, instead he watched you walk away, desperately searching for a way to reach out to you.

After that, the days went by agonisingly slow for him as he watched you and Hyunjin in lessons, dancing and laughing.

They were painful for you too. All laughter faded when you turned to see Minho dancing with his new partner, Leah. They looked so beautiful dancing together. You were jealous and upset and angry all at the same time. It reminded you that Minho could dance with anyone. You were never special to him.

"They look good together."

"Yeah, but you were better with him. It felt more emotional, you know, real feelings there."

"On my part maybe. But I know how he really feels now."

"Y/N, are you sure you heard right?"

"I know what I heard, Hyunjin. Please, just stop bringing it up. I just wanna focus on this audition, put him in the past."

And you did try your hardest to focus. You knew that your biggest competition for the duet was Minho. Hell, you were certain that him and Leah were going to get picked but still, you wanted to try.

Minho knew that it was between him and Leah, and you and Hyunjin too. He reckoned it could go either way. He thought about what would happen if he and Leah got it. Would you think he did it on purpose now that things were back to the way they were before?

Except they weren't back to the way they were before. Before neither of you liked each other. This time was much worse because you were all he could think about. He had fallen for you and now you hated him.

But despite your renewed hatred he couldn't bring himself to hate you back. Maybe he should've, you hated him without even explaining to him why but things were different now that he knew what you were really like. He racked his brain trying to think of something he did wrong or how to fix things with you but he couldn't come up with anything.

He pushed it aside, let thoughts of the audition consume his mind. Leah was a good dancer too, but there was no love in the dance. How could there be? All of his was reserved for you.

The day of the auditions finally rolled around. He watched as you practiced with Hyunjin. He hated seeing his hands on your waist. Even worse, he hated seeing you kiss him. He felt jealousy rise up in the pit of his stomach.

He worried that maybe you enjoyed kissing Hyunjin more. Maybe you liked Hyunjin. He found himself rethinking as many interactions between you and Hyunjin as he could think of. Looking for any sign that showed you had feelings for him.

"Alright class," Miss Crawford spoke up, interrupting his thoughts. "Welcome to the auditions for the Manon duet. If you could all line up outside in your pairs, I'll set up and get ready and then I'll bring you in, one pair at a time." Everyone shuffled out and did as she said. Minho was a few pairs in front of you, he watched as you nervously paced back and forth in front of Hyunjin. He saw Hyunjin reach for you and place his hands on your shoulders, stilling you.

"You like her, right?"

"What?" He asked, turning to Leah.

"You like Y/N. I can tell from the way you're scowling at Hyunjin."

"Yeah, fine, I like her but as you can clearly see, she's not so fond of me."

"What happened? She never told me but I saw how distraught she was and that's why I agreed to swap."

"I have no idea. I can't even get her to talk to me to tell me."

"Just keep trying. I'm sure she'll tell you eventually. Then you can fix this."

"I hope I can."

"Next!" He heard the professor called.

"That's us, come on," He said before leading the way into the classroom. As he prepared to dance, his mind wandered to you again. It rarely wandered away from thoughts of you, to be honest. He thought of how you smiled, how you laughed. Mostly, he thought of the way you danced. You were perfect for this dance. You deserved it.

He knew that the stakes were pretty even. It could go either way but he didn't want to risk you losing. That's why he did what he did.

***

It was a known fact that Minho never forgot a routine. Never once, in his many year of dancing, had he forgotten a routine.

Truth be told, he didn't forget this one either. This dance was practically imprinted onto his brain with how much he thought of dancing with you.

But still, as the music began he figured a lie would be the only way to guarantee that you would get the part. So that's what he did. He stopped midway through, pretending to forget, lying to the professor. Sabotaging his dance for you.

As he and Leah left the room, the professor sighed. He slumped his shoulders pretending to be upset.

"Sorry I forgot the dance," He said to Leah.

"Forgot the dance, my ass. It was for her right? Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face as he walked out of the classroom.

You saw the smile. It made your heart flutter, which you mentally cursed yourself for. But it also made you feel nervous. He must've been smiling because of how well him and Leah did in the audition.

He continued to smile until you caught his eye. His smile dropped but his eyes softened. You were quick to look away but out of the corner of your eye you saw him stop in his tracks, hesitating before moving away. You tried not to think about the look in his eyes as he had gazed at you, instead turning to talk to Hyunjin.

The line was quickly getting shorter as your turn approached. Finally, you were called in. Hyunjin gave your hand a squeeze before the two of you walked in. You breathed heavily as you took your place.

When the music began it flooded your senses. You let the rhythm overtake you and you danced like your life depended on it. Your heart was hammering in your chest as the dance concluded. That was the best you had ever danced, you were sure.

"We did it Mi-Hyunjin!"

Right, I'm not dancing with Minho anymore.

Your smile faultered slightly but you were quick to cover it, pulling Hyunjin into an embrace.

Now you only had to wait until the end of the week when the bulletin would be posted.

For the rest of the week, your lessons focused solely on group dances. Luckily, your position in all of the group dances was on the other side of the stage to Minho so you could avoid him during the dances. But still everytime he caught your eye you found him already looking at you.

The group dances were enjoyable and your classes went by quickly. In no time at all the end of the week came and the bulletin was posted.

Together, you and Hyunjin nervously approached the board.

"I can't look, tell me if we got it," Hyunjin said, squeezing his eyes shut. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics before looking at the board. "Your silence is scaring me." He opened one eye to look at you.

"We got it!"

"We got it?"

"Yes!" You jumped into his arms as the two of you laughed.

A little way down the corridor Minho leaned against the wall watching the two of you. He smiled as he saw the excitement on your face. 'Forgetting' the dance was the best thing he ever did. It was worth it, just to see that smile on your face.

***

"Thanks for the flowers."

"What flowers?" Hyunjin asked, looking at you with a confused expression.

It was finally the day of the show. You and the rest of the class had worked tirelessly to prepare for the show and today was finally the day. When you had entered your dressing room you had found a bouquet of flowers sitting on your dressing table.

"The ones on my dressing table."

"Sorry, Y/N, but they're not from me."

"Oh, was it you then?" You asked, turning to Felix.

"Not me, sorry." You were confused. You looked around at the other students milling around backstage when you caught Minho looking at you. Suddenly it clicked and you stormed over to him.

"It was you, wasn't it? The flowers?"

"Yes," He admitted, quietly.

"Why? Why would you leave me flowers?"

"To wish you luck."

"To wish me luck? What, is this some kind of sick joke? Why would you leave me flowers? I know what you really think about me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You two, stop talking and get into place! The dance is about to start," Miss Crawford interrupted the two of you before you could answer Minho's question. You both quickly took your places, ready to go on stage. Minho's mind was racing as he danced, wondering what you possibly could have meant by what you said.

Your mind was racing too. Why was the look of confusion on his face so genuine? He knew what he had said, why was he acting dumb about it?

When you had come off stage you had no memory of the dance you had just performed at all. Your mind was too busy thinking about Minho that you just danced like you were in a trance.

"Hey, are you alright?" Leah asked you as she walked over to you.

"Yeah." Although you didn't sound too convincing.

"Well, you better get changed for your duet. It's almost time for it."

"Yeah, you're right." You weren't really paying attention to her, mind still buzzing. You turned your back to her and began to walk away.

"Y/N, you better perform it well. You cost me that dance!" You stopped in your tracks, turning back around to face her.

"What?"

"Well, Minho cost me that dance."

"Leah, what are you talking about?"

"Our audition, Minho forgot our dance. There's only one problem."

"Minho never forgets a dance, " You finished her sentence.

"Exactly. Go, talk to him before you go on stage." You nodded, quickly turning and running off in search of Minho. You found him sitting in his dressing room.

"Why did you pretend to forget the dance?" There was no time to beat around the bush, you wanted to find out what was going on, once and for all.

"Oh, you know about that."

"I do. Leah told me. So, why did you pretend to forget the dance?"

"You must know that I did it for you, to guarantee that you got the dance."

"But why?"

"Because I knew how desperately you wanted it."

"I don't understand. Why would you do that for me? I thought you didn't care about me. After what you said I thought you didn't like me."

"After what I said? What did I say? Tell me."

"Stop acting like you don't know."

"I don't. Please tell me because whatever it was, it cost me you. I don't wanna lose you, please, tell me."

"That night, at Hyunjin's party, what you said in the kitchen. You said I was a vicious bitch. You said you couldn't stand to be around me, let alone befriend or date me." Minho looked at you for a moment before laughing. You were hurt by his laughter. "Why the hell are you laughing?"

"I was talking to my friend, Taehyun, that night so you can ask him to verify this but that's not all I said. I can understand why hearing those words must have hurt you and I'm sorry but you didn't stick around to hear the rest of what I said." He took a deep breath before continuing. "What I said that night was if you had asked me a few months prior about you I would've said you were the most vicious bitch and I couldn't stand to be around you, let alone befriend or date you. But now that I've gotten to know you, I see how wrong about you I was. Now, if I got the chance I would spend every waking moment with you."

"I- you..." You were lost for words.

"Yes, I used to think those things, back when we weren't friends, when we had our stupid rivalry or whatever the hell that was going on. But now everything is different. Y/N, I don't think those things about you. I don't hate you, I really like you, hell, I love you." You stood in shock.

"Minho..." You began to cry.

"Hey, I'm sorry, it's okay if you don't feel the same." He placed his hands on your shoulders.

"No, the thing is I do feel the same. But I lied and told you I hated you. I don't hate you. I hated that fact that I love you while I believed you thought those things about me. I'm sorry. This is all my fault, I should've let you explain. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Look, it took us a while but we finally sorted it all out right?" He took you into his arms as you buried your face in his chest. You stayed like that hugging and swaying slightly for a little while before he pulled away. "Wait a minute, did you say you loved me?"

"You said it first."

"I did." You both smiled at each other, hugging again.

"I have to go. It's almost time for my duet and I haven't even got changed yet." You pulled away

"Okay, I'll see you afterwards." He leaned in to kiss you.

"Wait."

"What? What is it?"

"Not yet. I have to go on stage on kiss Hyunjin." Minho groaned.

"Don't remind me, it's been killing me these last few weeks seeing you kiss him."

"We were in the same boat! I had to see you kiss Leah."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Anyway, why can't I kiss you yet?"

"Kiss me afterwards. Let it wipe the slate clean, something new for us to start together and the kiss can be the very beginning of it."

"Yeah, I like that. Okay, when you come off stage I'll kiss you and we'll start our new journey together whatever that may be." He agreed.

"We'll take it nice and slow, figure this out together."

"Sounds good. Just you and me."

"Just you and me."

[cupofsapphics]

Unexpected.

[ lady lesso x reader ]

summary: you fall for lesso, but don’t believe it’s mutual. you tell yourself that you’re fine with friendship, but will you take the risk for more?

warning(s): lesso might be a bit out of character, haven’t read the books, reader pining, clarissa being the best wingman

a/n: coming out of my hole for you guys but im probably gonna disappear again for a while; plot kinda ib @thedevilssinner and @jelonkan ; this kinda doesn’t make any sense i swear and im sorry for that :<

(gif not mine)

It’s not like you did it on purpose. No matter how hard you tried, no matter where you diverted your eyes, they always seemed to land on her. With her flaming hair and beautiful black outfits, could anyone blame you? Even though the two schools had merged into one, there was still some controversy and discussion about dating between Nevers and Evers. Of course, there were times when that was tested, such as the recent ‘Trial by Tale’ by Sophie of Gavaldon and Prince Tedros. Despite being an Ever and teaching kids about true love, you were a realist and knew the odds that you and Lesso would ever be something were slim. 

You thanked the librarian as you headed out of the library with a stack of books. Unfortunately for you, the headmaster assigned you several courses to teach now that schools were merged such as Defense, History of Villainy, and Beautification. The stack of books was so tall, you didn’t notice a certain dean bump into you as you were about to turn the corner. The tower of books crumpled down, about to fall at your feet. Swiftly, you waved your hand to catch all the books before they landed on the ground. Setting them back into your arms, you turned to face the person and apologize. You were surprised to meet those eyes you constantly thought about. 

“Forgive me, Lady Lesso. I didn’t see you there.” 

She grinned, “I can see that. You have some fast reflexes there.” 

You felt your face become warm. You needed to get out of this situation before you explode. 

“Thank you, Lady Lesso. I’ll be going now, I need to prep for my lesson.”

The woman tilted her head slightly but nodded her head in understanding. She moved to let you walk to your classroom. As you were walking, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes burning through you. Lesso stared at you as you walked back. She usually didn’t take interest in other teachers, especially Evers because most of them were obnoxious and cocky. You, however, were quiet and knowledgeable, striking her interest. She would continue to keep a curious eye on you. 

Soon after, the school term started and you had students pouring in. This was the first year that students from both schools would be attending the same classes. As the kids sat down, you could already feel who was going to be the smart-ass, the lazy one, the “hero”, etc. You took your Beautification book out and started teaching. You could feel the boredom radiating from the Nevers, so you decided to spice the class up a bit. This year was a year of new beginnings anyway. 

“Robert, come up to the front.”

The prince proudly stood up and walked up to the front of the class. You could feel his courage and confidence ebb away as you asked him to attack you. 

“A-attack you? Professor, I don’t think I can-”

You cut him off. “Do it now, or I’ll be failing you.”

At this point, all the students were invested and the Nevers were chanting for him to do it. Everyone, including you, was so concentrated on the class that no one noticed when someone crept up to the door frame to see what was going on. 

Pressured by you and his peers, Robert finally drew his sword and swung it toward you. Almost immediately, you formed a glowing sword into your hands and swung it to counteract his. A loud ‘clang’ echoed through the classroom and everyone had their mouths wide open. You took your sword and put it down on your desk. Sitting on your desk, you then explain the lesson that you were trying to teach.

“The class of Beautification can mean many things. Specifically from me, I want everyone to learn that beauty can be used against the enemy. When you have beauty, people will underestimate you and believe that you are harmless. For all of you, that’s an advantage you want to have.”

You stared at the entire class in amusement as slow clapping erupted by the door. You turned your head to find Lady Lesso smirking at you. ‘This woman.’ you scoffed to yourself. Dismissing the class, you move to go sit behind your desk.

“My, my, who knew the quiet Ever professor was so good at combat?”

“And who knew you were so good at sneaking up on me?”

It was at that point that the two of you forged a friendship. Was it even friendship, or was it something more? At this point, you weren’t even sure. There was flirting, sure, but it never went further than that and it disappointed you. However, you’d rather be friends with the dazzling woman than a stranger. The constant yearning looks of love and admiration were not missed entirely, though. 

You loved Clarissa. She was such a supportive dean and friend, but sometimes you wanted to fling her across the room with the type of antics she suggested for you and Lesso. You could mentally hear her teasing you as you were bickering with Lesso. As if that wasn’t enough, she once locked the two of you into the library. Talk about stereotypical tropes. It was anything but effective though because the door burst open in a matter of minutes. 

You were positive that this was the closest you could be to the dean and you accepted it. Clarissa constantly told you not to give up hope, saying that she had a feeling that Lesso had those feelings too, but you didn’t want false hope.

Feeling under the weather, you decided to help out with supervision for the annual Ball. You were deciding what to wear for the night when Clarissa burst through your door. 

“Clarissa! What did I say about knocking?”

She shrugged, “Sorry, but I’m in a rush. The ball starts soon and I’m going to sparkle you up for the ball!”

Your eyes widened. “I’m sorry- why would you do that?” 

“I’m sick of you and Lesso dancing around each other. Tonight is the night when you guys will get it together so I can finally have peace.”

You were about to protest, but as you opened your mouth, a stunning moonlight-themed dress appeared on you. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved it. When you spun, a sheer layer sparkled. Butterflies adorned the fabric near your shoulders. Looking down, you found glass slippers. You looked at Clarissa with a smirk.

“I know you’re the fairy godmother, but I don’t think Cinderella will be happy that I’m stealing her shoes.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes and waved her wand to replace the glass shoes with a pair of heels that matched your dress.

Time flew by fast and until you knew it, it was time for the Ball to begin. Your hair was in a different style than it usually was and light makeup was applied to your face. The cheery woman was extremely proud of her work. She raced down the stairs as you tried to follow her as quickly as you could. 

—--

You gracefully walked down the final staircase as everyone stared at you in awe. You were like a glowing beacon of light. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but you were only focused on one person. You walked towards her as she looked you up and down. Clarissa was nearby and gave you the thumbs-up. You take a deep breath, this was the moment. It was now or never, might as well snatch up this opportunity. You gave a smile and asked the dean to dance. 

Coming back from her shock, Lesso chuckled and dragged you to the dance floor.

“How do you always manage to surprise me with your beauty and talent?”

You don’t answer her, though. Like Clarissa, you were getting sick of dancing around each other. Screw keeping it the way it was, you wanted more.

“Are you-”

The dean was cut off with a kiss. Lesso’s eyes widened, taking a moment to believe that it was happening, but kissed back. Drawing back from each other, you smiled like an idiot and she had the same beautiful grin the first day the two of you met. 

[littleoanh]

Eren Yeager x fem!Reader

Summary: Modern AU/College AU. fem!Reader is very good friends with Armin Arlert and “hates” Eren Yeager.

Word Count: 1,830 Warnings: Smut (exhibition [library], sucking on fingers, fingering, unprotected sex, ass slap, orgasm denial, making out, Eren calling reader ‘princess’, Eren being a tease, and creampie.)

Tag: @mekiza for A Book of Secrets Collab

A/n: This is my first time writing AOT (TT.TT), I hope you all enjoy this piece!

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

“Sorry, I’m late.” You quietly slip into one of the rented study rooms that Armin reserved at the library. “I needed to talk with my professor during her office hours.” You slid into a chair next to him while setting your backpack down on the nearby chair. Armin has been your official study partner since freshman year. 

“That’s alright, Eren and I managed to secure a room.” Your eyes flicker to the brunette next to Armin, his amused green eyes and smirk is enough to make you irritated.

“Of all people, Armin?” Your face deadpans. Armin’s expression is apologetic, he knows how you feel about Eren since he first introduced the both of you. 

You heard about his ego and narcissism, sleeping with different women every weekend. When Armin told you Eren was in pre-med, you scoffed. He’s nothing but just a pretty, spoiled fuckboy. He probably wouldn’t make it far and change to an easier major sooner than later.

Unfortunately for you, he was in most of your classes but always sits in the very back row. You’d always find him either sleeping, playing on his phone, or flirting with girls who throw themselves at him. You thought that he would fail the first semester of pre-med, but he managed to get on the Dean’s list. It still baffles you how in the world this happened. Armin chuckles and explains to you that Eren is actually intelligent but he just doesn’t look like it. This makes you hate him even more. He doesn’t need to try hard and still manages to be perfect. 

“He was the only other person who was available to help me secure a study room.” According to the rules of the university’s library, there must be at least two people in order to reserve a study room. This is to prevent other students hogging them up. 

“You’re welcome.” Eren arrogantly waves his large hand with a smug expression, making you roll your eyes. You take out your laptop from your bag and headphones. Focusing on your recorded lecture and taking some additional notes on your laptop, you received a ping in the top right corner of your screen. It’s a message from Eren.

Pausing your recorded lecture and removing your headphones, Armin instantly notices. “I’ll be right back.” Being as vague as possible, you leave the room without making eye contact with any of them.

You take the stairs to the highest level of the building and walk to the farthest corner of the library where rarely anyone uses. Patiently waiting, Eren shows up about 5 or 6 minutes later.

“Eren-” He aggressively pushes you against the bookshelves, hungrily kissing you. The kiss is electrifying and passionate, you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen it. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, allowing him access to messily make out and swallow your needy moans. 

How in the seventh hell did you and Eren end up in a secret relationship? After freshman year finals, Reiner threw a huge party. During a game of Dare or Drink After Dark Edition, you picked up a card to make out with the sexiest guy in the room or drink 3 times. The majority of votes was Eren which prompted you to choose the latter choice. After the game was over, you stepped outside to sober up a bit. Eren sought you out, wanting to know why you refused to kiss him. You brushed him off as he questioned you further. He teased you, asking if you were worried that kissing him might make you fall for him. 

Pissed off from what he said, Eren cornered you and trapped you in between his arms, challenging you. Murmured against your lips if you didn’t want this to push him away. Your brain froze, his cologne was intoxicating and up close Eren was way too handsome for his own good. Eren took this as consent, he leaned down to kiss you. There was instant electricity, sparks or fireworks whatever was running through your brain. He kissed you like you have never been kissed before. It felt so right. He asked you out on a date, you were reluctant at first but was convinced after several more kisses. 

Date after date, you realized how wrong you were about him. He was nothing like his reputation at the university. A spoiled stupid rich fuckboy. Afraid how it would make you look like a hypocrite for dating him after how much you spewed your hate for him. Eren suggested keeping the relationship a secret temporarily and slowly phasing out your ‘hatred’ for him. 

Now here you both are in your sophomore year.

Eren removes his lips from yours, placing three fingers on your lips. “Open up.” Without hesitation, you suck in his fingers and lapping it up like it was his cock. The feeling of your warm tongue and mouth wrapping around his fingers causes his dick to strain against his boxers. “Fuck, you like that princess?” He thrusts his fingers in and out of your drooling mouth, spit drips down your chin. Removing his digits from your lips, he uses his thumb to pull your panties to the side and shoves his three fingers into your sopping wet pussy.

“Mmmph!” Eren covers your mouth with his other hand, your glistening eyes staring into his passionate green eyes.  

“Careful, princess. Someone might hear you screaming my name.” The wet lewd sounds of your pussy and his fingers makes you even more aroused. Spreading your legs more to give him more room, “That’s it… spread your legs f’me.” Eren groans in your ear feeling your juices dripping down to his wrist. Using his palm to rub against your clit, your eyes are screwed shut from the added pleasure. Your gummy walls clenching, getting close to orgasm but it vanishes. You open your eyes, meeting his teasing smirk as he licks his fingers that were inside of you. Tasting you.

“Wh-why?” You whine at the loss of your orgasm, your clit is throbbing. The look of disappointment makes Eren snicker.

“Aren’t you forgetting-” He flips you around, your chest pressed up against the bookshelves, pressing his clothed hardened cock against your lower back, “this is your punishment, princess.” Taking a quick nip on your ear, you whimper as he bunches your sundress up. Eren unbuttons and unzips his jeans to pull out his well hung cock, spitting on the tip and rubbing it against your slit for lubrication. 

You are a whimpering mess, looking back at him with your tearful eyes, “Pl-please, I need you Ren.” Tapping his cock once more before slowly pushing the tip inside, feeling the tightness.

“Argh, fuck.” He moans sexily in your ear, making your pussy throb even more, “My princess is struggling to take me. Gonna make you fit.” Pushing his fat cock inside your soaking wet pussy, you relax your hole to help him push it inside. “Good girl. Relax f’me.” Once he bottoms out, he pulls his cock out then slams it back in. Grabbing your hips and jack hammering your wet hole. Eren’s thick girth splitting you open, you are clinging onto the bookshelves to hold your balance. 

“AH ERENN!” You accidentally scream before he could cover your mouth again with his hand. Feeling lost in pleasure, listening to loud skin slapping and wet squelching sounds, you let out nasty moans. Your eyes are rolling back as Eren’s cock hammers your sweet spot and his balls slam against your ass. 

Feeling your walls about to pulsate, Eren talks into your ear, “Don’t you dare cum.” He slaps your ass, watching it jiggle. Crying, whining, and drooling on his large hand, it’s getting more difficult for you to hold back. Your pussy grips his length, making him feral. Eren letting out breathy grunts in your ear, getting lost in his own pleasure. He lifts your leg up to slam you in a different angle to make you squirm. Letting out muffling noises inside his hand, you let out pleady moans to let you cum. The way your folds are fluttering, he knows you’re close. “Cum.” 

Pulling your face towards his, sloppily kissing you, he spills thick ropes of cum inside. Your eyes roll back again and release the knot in your stomach. Eren continues to thrust into your sopping wet pussy to keep your high. Once he feels your walls stop convulsing, he pulls his cock out, moving your panties back in place to keep his cum from spilling out.There are tears dripping down your face from the intensity. Eren sees your cute fucked out expression and kisses your forehead.

“You okay, princess?” Throwing him an intimidating look, which he finds adorable.

“I was so close to hating you again.” Feeling sticky from his cum dripping into your drenched panties. Eren snickers, towering over you.

“That’s funny, last night you said something else.” Your cheeks are red with memories of the night before. Eren came over to your apartment to surprise you with a candlelight dinner and he made love to you. “I remember being balls deep inside your tight little pussy, you looked so cute, crying out how much you love me.” His tone is teasing and giving you playful kisses on your forehead.

“Well I take that back! I hate you for real now.” You are about to leave until Eren grabs your wrist to pull you back into his broad chest.

“Too late to take that back. You’re mine.” Eren lovingly kisses you again, hoping to melt your little tantrum. “I love you, [Y/n].” The kisses grow more passionate and deep, Eren reluctantly releases you. “Go back down first, princess.” You nod, going back down with your wobbly legs to the reserved study room. Quietly opening the door, alerting Armin who is looking at you.

“Everything okay, [Y/n]?”

“Oh yeah, everything is fine.” You immediately take a seat, feeling the soreness and Eren’s cum dripping out. Armin watches you put your headphones back in and focus on your laptop again. A few minutes later, Eren comes back into the room while humming. He takes a seat next to Armin and pulls out his notes for class to review. Armin stares back and forth between you two and shrugs before going back into his studies. Feeling Eren’s eyes on you, you make quick eye contact. He gives you a playful wink while Armin’s head is down. You roll your eyes again. If you could only hate him…

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[theamityelf]

Uh, I remember you have an AU where Makoto became Hope Tutor for Izuru. Can I asked more detail about it?

Gah, this is my first time doing this I don't know how to ask properly

That's totally fine; you're doing great!

Boy, "hope tutor AU" is definitely what I should have tagged this as, lol. Well, let's see.

First thing is, the AU isn't anime-compliant and might not be compliant with most other supplemental materials, since most of my Danganronpa fan works are based mostly on game canon.

In order for Makoto to have been identified as someone suited to the task of making Izuru come across as more personable and inspiring, he must have earned the faculty's notice in that regard. Which means this could cross over with the debate club AU (seeing as that's a good way for them to have seen him flourish in public speaking), but also it's not all that important to go into when exactly he earned their notice.

I'm thinking Makoto just walks into homeroom one morning and his teacher tells him that the headmaster has asked for him in some other room. He goes to that other room, and a couple of guys in suits are like "Makoto Naegi, the Academy has an important task for you. Should any details of this conversation be told to anyone outside this room, you will face consequences far more severe than expulsion."

Makoto is just like "U-Uh, okay. Are you sure you have the right person for whatever this is?"

They say something like, "Believe me, we're as surprised as you are."

Maybe they have Jin Kirigiri come in to cut the tension, like, "Hey, these guys are pretty intimidating, but really we just need you to help out with this great project we're working on."

And Makoto goes, "Oh, sure, I'd love to help."

And they take him down to the labs- not quite to Kamukura's room, but to a secondary room where Kamukura has also been taken. (Maybe Makoto's blindfolded on the way there.)

He's just left in an almost featureless room to sit across a table from Izuru, who's just Kubrick Staring him through his hair.

"Hi, I'm Makoto Naegi," he says nervously.

Eyes like rubies stare him down.

"They, uh...The guys who brought me here didn't really tell me what I was supposed to be doing. Just that I should come and meet you, and that you would take care of the rest. What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around here, but you look like you're around my age. I wasn't expecting that."

The person seated across from him straightens, raising his chin in a way that almost reminds him of Byakuya, but devoid of any of the fire or ice that usually sits behind Byakuya's eyes. And the stranger still doesn't say anything. (Probably. It would be kind of funny if Izuru went, "What else about my appearance didn't you expect?" and just generally probed at Makoto's words to make him flounder.)

Makoto waits for at least a minute before breaking the silence again, "Sorry, if there's something I'm supposed to be saying or doing, I don't know what it is."

Eventually (either right then or after more false starts), Izuru says, "Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student from Hope's Peak's 78th class. You're here so that I can learn you."

"Learn me?"

"Yes. The faculty has assessed that, in terms of general likability and ability to sway people, you're the student who has the most to teach me. Unfortunately, I haven't found anything in your disposition worth emulating in the past few minutes." And actually, I am going to cross this over with the debate club AU, just because I like the idea of Izuru having already been shown footage of Makoto's debate wins before they met. "I've seen the footage of you in debate club. Is this how you are normally?"

"Well, yes. Pretty much."

"That explains why everyone looks surprised when they see you in debate club."

Makoto laughs nervously. "Looks like you've learned me already." Am I allowed to leave now?

"Not yet. Your contradictions are...almost interesting."

I like the idea of the scientists and teachers allotting Izuru an hour or so with Makoto pretty much anytime he wants it, because it means that when his (for lack of a better word) "use" for Makoto goes from pragmatic interest to subjective fascination to just enjoyment of being around him, he'll have people going "Are you sure you still need to talk to Naegi?" And he'll still be saying, "Yes. Bring him here."

And I like the idea that he can do this at pretty much any time, so he can pull Makoto out of any class, lunch, whatever. Maybe one day he's looking at the school's security cameras and sees that Makoto is having a good time alone with Sayaka and he sends for him then, just to separate them. And he wonders why he felt the need to do that, and that's when he realizes that he likes Makoto.

And then it's like, Oh, they were right. Even I like him.

[circular-bircular]

hi, have you ever read "normal dimensions of multiple personality without amnesia"? i really have no idea how to read these kinds of things but i'm super interested in them, and from my very lacking understanding of it, i thought it might be some validity for endogenic plurality? but again- i really don't understand these things so i'm probably misunderstanding. so! i was wondering if you had any thoughts on it, and perhaps could explain it in simpler terms for those of us who haven't learnt to read these things :)

Hello! Yes, I have unfortunately read that article. It is a fakeclaiming, ableist abomination, in my opinion.

A summary of my thoughts: The authors of the piece, in an attempt to "prove endogenic plurality," suggest that DID is fake, that those who have DID just "gave themselves" the trauma, and that the only pathologic part of DID is the amnesia those systems face. It uses the Fantasy Model (a version of the False Memory Model, wherein people just Fantasize their trauma) to fakeclaim a diagnosed system from a case study.

I wrote an entire debunk of the article over on my alternative blog.

I am disgusted by the researchers of this article, and I'm glad you sought out someone to explain a bit more. If you don't want to slog through that full link, I can give a bit more analysis below (rather than the liveblogging I need to do to get through articles such as that one, since I also struggle with dissecting medical literature!)

TW below for fakeclaiming of both systemhood and multiple types of trauma (sexual, physical, neglectful, etc)

The authors base their study on the idea that children experience shifting personality in adolescence, and argue that this is non-pathological. This is widely accepted! Someone shifting personality traits as they grow up is absolutely not the same as DID. The authors go on to argue that the amnesia criteria was added in the DSM-4, and go further to argue that so-labeled "high-functioning MPD systems" could actually be "totally normal people with multiple personalities with no amnesia."

(Note: "totally normal people" is a lovely touch of ableism, as if people with DID are not normal, and totally normal high-functioning systems without amnesia already have a label. OSDD.)

The methods of this study are so minimally described that I fear my 6th grade students produce better lab reports in their science classes. A survey made by the researchers wherein only one subjective personal response on their own criteria indicates dissociative identity disorder, because it 'totally correlates to the DES, trust us guys'. The sampling is even shorter and negligent to the point of feeling purposeful.

Part of the way through the article, they shift their hypothesis. In the start of the essay, they set out to prove that multiplicity without amnesia is a normal experience and that trauma is what causes amnesia. Here, they change the hypothesis to be a bit reversed; that multiplicity is normal, and in DID, amnesia is imposed upon an already functional multiple system. If your red flags have not raised yet for the fakeclaiming, they should be up now.

Especially because, yep, they go on to fakeclaim a case study, Frieda. This individual was diagnosed with DID. This article claims that most traumatized people do not dissociate (with no source for this claim, particularly because the claim is batshit), and that "fantasizers" like Frieda (you know, a woman with severe trauma) just... imagine their feelings to be fully fragmented parts!

It seems to be that they try to argue that these imagined parts are what every system experiences, and people get amnesia if they imagine they should (as seen by their accusations of Frieda's fantasizing).

BTW: Frieda was orphaned as a child, raised in orphanages where she was abused, neglected, and without proper food and shelter, and then molested by soldiers in the war she was living through. The article skips almost all of her traumatic childhood and suggests that, after being raped (while the original case study states "molested"), she gained amnesia for the event, which made her imaginary friend into a disorder.

So... yeah! There you have it folks: all systems are just made up, and DID/OSDD is caused when those systems (who are making it all up) actually experience something that causes amnesia!

[bp-zb1fics]

can i req gyuvin x male reader where gyuvin wants to ask out the reader but protective YOUNGER brother gunwook blocks any chance he can get but right as gyuvin is about to give up reader asks gyuvin out? you can make this as funny as you like

The perils of asking you out

pairing: gyuvin x male reader ft. protective younger brother gunwook

genre: university au on some serious crack (same verse as sunbaenim), chaotic romcom vibes

tw/tags: love at first sight, protective brother, uni party, alcohol, getting drunk, flirting, junhyeon gives great advice, gunwook is 18 and can have a driver's license, hangovers, eating ramen, confessions, dates, gunwook isn’t trying to be scary — gyuvin’s just scared (and in love), a whole lot of chaos and comedic side comments

wc: 3068 😱

summary: gyuvin’s always wanted to ask you out but he has one big problem and it’s called park gunwook, your extremely protective little brother.

a/n this…hefty word count, srsly thought I wasn’t capable of going over 2k words when it came to requests but oh well. Perhaps it’s because anon (tysm for the req) said “make this as funny as you like” and so this is v much heavily infused w my brand of- err humor. This au was rlly fun to write as well~ Enjoy!

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Gyuvin notices you on your first day of university freshman orientation. 

Now he won’t claim love at first sight. He found you interesting, is all. People are allowed to find other people interesting. He wanted to get to know you, which was fine. People should get to know other people. 

And okay, so what if he was in love, just a little, you know? People are allowed to fall in love with other people, goddamit. But it definitely isn’t love, probably.

People can also check the schedules of other people to see what classes they have together. Why? So Gyuvin would have opportunities to talk with you. 

And there’s nothing wrong with that. People should talk to other people. Social interaction is a basic need. The reason people have needs is so that they can function properly.

Right, proper, solid logic.

“Hi.”

You look up at the brunette boy who’s taken the seat beside you.

“I’m Kim Gyuvin.”

You smile, introduce yourself and say:

“Nice to meet you, Gyuvin-ssi.”

Gyuvin swears he can hear wedding bells. 

Which is okay. Totally fine. People are allowed to daydream about their wedding to-

Yeah fuck that.

It’s your first week of freshman year and Kim Gyuvin has a gigantic, humongous, big, fat crush on you. And that’s a fact.

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Gyuvin meets your younger brother when you two are about halfway through the first semester. 

Things are going well for you by all counts. While you don’t always run in the same circles, you’re always friendly in class and he’s more or less claimed the seat next to you for most of the ones you share. You’ve partnered up for a project and he’s offered to bring back the phone charger you forgot you lent him last time you worked together.

Eventually, you gave in, sending him your address after he repeatedly told you it wouldn’t be a bother. Unlike most first year students like him who lived in the dormitories, you stayed at an off-campus apartment building nearby. Gyuvin’s almost bouncing off the walls of the elevator at the chance to see you. Maybe he can even ask you out for dinner if you’re free tonight, he thinks giddily as he knocks on the door.

Unfortunately, all his daydreams die when the door swings open and he is greeted by someone who is definitely not you. They’re about the same height but the other boy still has about an inch on him and a whole lot more muscle, nearly bursting out of the door frame. Gyuvin’s about to apologise, turn around and look for the right apartment when he hears what he clearly knows is your voice calling out.

“Wookie! Who is it?”

Like an angel, you appear behind the boy, your face brightening up as you spot Gyuvin.

“Ah, hi Gyuvin-ssi. Thanks for coming all the way, you really didn’t have to.” You shoo the boy away although he manages to throw Gyuvin another dark look before shuffling back in.

“No, no, no worries at all, it’s really not a problem.” he reassures you weakly, still shaken from the encounter. You glance behind you and wave the other boy off once more.

“Don’t mind Gunwookie.” Gyuvin’s mind is definitely preoccupied by the soft white sweater you’re wearing and how cute and angelic you look in it. Yessir it is.

“He’s just staying with me for the weekend. Never thought my little brother would miss me that quickly, you know?” You laugh as Gyuvin’s mind finally processes what you’re saying.

Little. Brother. That unnervingly large, definitely intimidating boy that’s definitely glaring at him from where he’s seated on the couch was YOUR LITTLE BROTHER???

“I see.” Wow, real smooth Gyuvin.

“Are you alright, Gyuvin-ssi? Are you feeling well?” Your eyebrow furrow at his strange behaviour.

“No, no worries. I’m good.” Gyuvin replies hastily. Right! He’ll ask you if you want to have dinner. “I was actually wondering if you-”

“Hyung, what time are we going? I’m hungry.” And failed.

“Aish you brat, can’t you see that I’m having a conversation over here?” You scold before turning back to Gyuvin, apologetic.

“Really sorry about him Gyuvin-ssi, would you want to join us for dinner? There’s a good soondubu place just down the road that I’m taking Gunwookie to.”

“I, uh-” Gyuvin would have definitely leapt at a chance to have dinner for you if not for the 6-foot devil menacing at him, gaze promising death if he agreed.

“I actually had dinner already,” he said instead. You look even more confused.

“But it’s 4pm?” Right, way to go Gyuvin, so smart.

“I like having dinner early, it’s better for digestion.” He salvages with a total bald-faced lie.

“Huh, I should try that but I love my midnight snacks so-” God if Gyuvin could ever be more in love with you than this. Okay, come back to your senses, Kim Gyuvin.

“Oh, I hate to keep you from your dinner so I’ll get going now.”

You smile. Wedding bells- no, no, no stop it.

“I guess I’ll see you around, Gyuvin-ssi.”

Gyuvin smiles back dopily.

“Yeah, see you.”

The door closes and he walks back to his dormitory.

Asking you out is going to be harder than he expected. He thinks, shuddering at the memory of Gunwook’s dark glare when he opened the door.

As he rummages through his backpack, his hands pull out a very familiar cord and plug.

It’s your charger.

He might as well go die in a hole. Gunwook would definitely be happy to bury his body.

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Gyuvin eventually returns your charger. His dignity on the other hand? Well no one knows when that’s returning.

You’re not even annoyed about it. Laughing at him all good natured and teasing him about his very real fears but it's not like you know that (or Gyuvin’s ever admitting it).

“Did Gunwookie scare you off? He used to be like that when we were in highschool, challenged anyone that gave me trouble,” you chuckle while Gyuvin tries his best not to audibly gulp.

“You’re not going to give me trouble, are you Gyuvin-ssi?”

You’re trouble, he thought. Troubling my heart as we speak.

“I hope not.” he says instead, making you laugh even more.

The class settles down as your professor enters. You pat him lightly on the shoulder. His heart jumps traitorously.

“Don’t let my brother scare you off, Gyuvin-ssi, he might act all protective but really, he’s just a big teddy bear.”

Gyuvin definitely does not believe that but he appreciates the sentiment.

Love will have its challenges, he thinks as he watches you.

And no challenge, not even a terrifyingly overprotective younger brother who’s built like the hulk will stop him.

He’ll ask you out soon, he will.

Then Gyuvin realises the whole class is staring at him, even you.

“The answer to the question, Gyuvin-ssi?” The professor asks expectantly.

Shit.

You mutter the answer under your breath and he repeats it. The professor nods approvingly and moves on. You smile at him when he thanks you. 

Yep. He’s marrying you asking you out and nothing will stop him.

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The next time Gyuvin tries his chances is at a party.

Hosted by the university’s resident social butterfly, definitely in the running for Ms. Congeniality, senior Sung Hanbin, it’s one of the bigger events of the year for the second semester’s O-week. And Gyuvin was lucky enough to have received an invitation personally, having met the friendly senior at one of the uni organisations he joined. 

It was exciting. While he had attended his fair share of welcome parties during his own orientation, there had been rumours floating around about the party the seniors were planning to start their last semester with a bang.

It also just so happened that you were going as well, having been invited by a close friend of Hanbin. Gyuvin was confident. And a little liquid courage wasn’t going to hurt.

You arrived a bit later than he did, accompanied by your friend from the foreign student society of which you took part to improve your already excellent English skills. You’re greeted by Seok Matthew, a junior and another member of the society who happened to be Hanbin’s close friend and your invite to the party. 

Gyuvin was in deep, groaning to Junhyeon about how good you looked, your shirt cut low to show off your collarbones and multiple earrings adorning your ears. At that moment, you spot him and wave, making your way towards him. Gyuvin panics.

“Fuck, fuck, what do I do?”

“If you think he’s hot, you should shoot your shot.” Junhyeon offers, the very fountain of wisdom he is.

You greet Junhyeon before turning to the brunette and wow, your smile is dazzling.

“Gyuvin-ssi, how are you finding the party?”

“It’s great,” he replies by default, mind going blank. “Hanbin-hyung definitely exceeded expectations.” 

Come on, Gyuvin. You can do it. Summon some rizz.

“Do you wanna get a drink?” He manages, gesturing at his empty cup. You agree easily, and he leads you to the bar that's been put up. So far, so good.

Unfortunately for him, you recognize the blond bartender, immediately striking up a conversation.

“Ricky-ah!” Gyuvin reels back when you address him casually. “How’d you end up as the bartender?”

“Zhang Hao-hyung” the other says, naming another close friend of Hanbin’s. The blond’s eyes flick between you and Gyuvin as he polished one of the glasses. What for? No one knew. Most party goers seem to be holding plastic cups.

“So what can I get for you?”

Two drinks, six shots and three drinking games later and Gyuvin is holding on for dear life. Literally, he’s about to fall off his seat. 

The only good thing going for him is that apparently you’re a clingy drunk, latching onto his arm in a way that would definitely give him a heart attack if it wasn’t for all the alcohol he had in him.

“Gyuvinah…” you mumble sleepily as he struggles to keep you both upright. 

“Mmmmm?”

“You’re really handsome, you know?”

Gyuvin truly has no thoughts. He must be in some somaek induced hallucination or something.

“Seriously, the first time I saw you with your brown hair, you looked like a prince.” You continued on, oblivious to his inner turmoil.

Gyuvin suddenly felt way too flustered, his cheeks already flushed hot from the drinks.

“Would you wanna step outside? Get some air maybe.” He suggests.

“Okay!” You agree as you both stumble for the door, whistles and hoots following you.

“Get him, boy!” Someone, probably Haruto, your friend from earlier, yells. Gyuvin ‘s about to turn around and shush them when you groan and bury your face into the back of his shirt.

“They’re so loud, let’s goo.” 

You’re finally outside, sitting together on a bench outside the party venue. Gyuvin can’t get over the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. Come on Gyuvin, say something to him.

“Did…did you mean what you said earlier?”

You lift your head up if only to squint at him suspiciously.

“Yeah…why?”

And then you smile, dazed, reaching out to pat his cheeks.

“So handsome Gyuvinah” you slur and Gyuvin finally has the nerve to take your hand in his. You stare at both of your hands.

“You’re holding my hand.” You say more of a statement, then a question.

“Yeah.” He swallows nervously, here it goes. “Hey, I was wondering maybe you’d like to go-“

HONK! You and Gyuvin nearly jump out of your skins as a car nearly scares the living daylight out of you. The headlights are bright and Gyuvin has to squint to see the driver as he gets out of the car. Oh no, it can’t be-

“Wookie?”

You say as your younger brother makes a beeline for you. You take a minute to look at him up and down and then look at the car behind him and gasp.

“You’re a baby!” You declare, shaking your head at him cutely. “Babies aren’t supposed to drive cars.”

“You texted me to come pick you up, hyung.”

You look adorably perplexed. “Did I?”

Gunwook’s ignoring you, glaring holes into Gyuvin’s hand still holding yours. Gyuvin drops your hand like a dead fish and you whine.

“Nevermind, Gyuvinah doesn’t like me anymore. Take me home, Wookie.” You say as Gyuvin’s mouth drops open and Gunwook hoists you up, half carrying you into the car.

His mouth remains open as the car drives off. Godammit. His stomach lurches. Gyuvin promptly decides to empty its contents onto the side of the bench. Classy. 

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After waking up with a raging hangover and a whole lot of regret, Gyuvin decides to regroup, maybe collect some of his dignity and self-respect again. If he can manage to find it, that is.

Thank god for the weekend, he thinks. One of his roommates decides to make ramyeon, all of them slurping silently and nursing their own hangovers.

And because Junhyeon is Junhyeon, he absolutely had to ask.

“So did you shoot your shot?”

Gyuvin groans. More like he shot himself. 

Junhyeon pats him on the back sympathetically.

“You’ll get there, bro. From what I saw, he seems pretty into you too, you know.”

A little ramen escapes his mouth and falls back into his makeshift bowl with a sad little plop. 

“You really think that?” Junhyeon steps back, clearly not ready for how intensely hopeful his roommate suddenly becomes.

“Okay hold up, woah there. I dunno what he thinks but I saw what I saw at that party. And you cute, bro, no cap.”

“But does he find me cute?” Gyuvin says forlorn again, shovelling noodles into his mouth.

“Well he gotta be finding something in you if he keeps hanging out with you.” Junhyeon offers because yes, he’s truly a well of knowledge.

Gyuvin tips his bowl back and finishes off the soup before staring at its empty state. So sad, truly a tragedy.

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There’s class the next day. And it happens to be one of the classes he has with you. God, how can he face you after that night.

“Hi Gyuvin-ssi,” you greet, back to formal speak much to his dismay.

“Hello,” he says and because he’s a simp little concerned, he asks.

“Are you feeling better after that other night?”

Your face falls. Immediate regret.

“Oh! Oh- um- yes I got home safely. Thanks for-“

And before you can finish, the professor enters and you start class. Now if Gyuvin wasn’t all nervous and fidgety, he would have noticed that you were in the exact same boat. 

When the professor wraps up and you begin to pack up your stuff, Gyuvin takes a chance to call your attention only for you to do it at the exact same time. You look at each other and laugh, the ice broken just a little.

“No, no you go first.” Gyuvin insists.

“Ah…” you hesitate, choosing your words carefully. “I just want to say I’m sorry for my behaviour the other night and I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime? My treat, you know, for taking care of me.”

Gyuvin should assure you it’s fine. He should politely accept your invitation and say that taking care of you isn’t a bother. Instead, he sputters out.

“Like a date?”

You freeze. He freezes. You stand there for an incredibly long time (like 15 seconds, wow). Alarm bells start to go off in Gyuvin’s head. Finally-

“I mean…it can be a date if you want it to be a date?”

Alarm bells turn into wedding bells. Say it, Gyuvin, say I do.

“Totally…I mean, yes, I’d like it to be a date, very much.”

You smile softly before glancing at the time, your face falling again.

“Oh shit, I need to get to my next class, I’ll text you the details later, see you!”

Gyuvin watches as you rush out. It’s okay. He’s fine. Actually no, he’s not fine. But he did it. And it only took a whole semester and some but he’s finally going out with you.

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One blissful winter break later and Gyuvin’s practically skipping to your place. Maybe the chill bit at his skin and the wind whipped in his face but he didn’t care, he was finally going to see you, his boyfriend, again and the cold never bothered him anyway.

Your one date at the start of the last semester had turned into five, then ten dates until he was officially your boyfriend. Walking each other to their next class, holding hands, carrying your bag for you, all that good stuff. 

He’s even met your family over the holidays and you met his. Gyuvin would like to think that even Gunwook was warming up to him, just a little bit. He had come with you to support the younger boy during the CSAT exams and Gunwook actually thanked him once the exam was done. Still, he thought as he knocked on your door enthusiastically, that boy still intimidated him and he’ll definitely need to work on not flinching-

The door swings open and Gyuvin flinches. It’s like deja vu. 

“Hi hyung,” Gunwook greets him wearing what looks like a letterman jacket from their university. Gyuvin must be dreaming, definitely.

He’s about to pinch himself when you appear behind your brother.

“Gyuvinie!”

“Hello my aein~” 

No he’s definitely not dreaming and your brother is still there.

“Hi Gunwook!” He nearly squeaks out before you’re shoving the younger boy away to wrap your arms around your boyfriend.

Gyuvin’s brain promptly malfunctions but the next part of what you say brings him back online.

“Can’t you believe Wookie got accepted into our uni? He’ll be staying with me until we can find a bigger unit to rent, maybe you can live there too!”

“Sure…” Gyuvin said numbly, imagining all the ways Gunwook could fake his death after he dared to defile you. You frown.

“Don’t tell me Wookie still scares you?”

“No! No, what are you talking about?”

He definitely does. So sure, Gyuvin’s managed to make you his. But will your brother accept that? Well, that’s for him to find out. Because yes, it will be a long time before Kim Gyuvin realises that Park Gunwook isn’t as intimidating as he appears to be.

In the end, they’re both just big softies and they’re especially soft for you.

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Beyond Rumours

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Chapter Nineteen

Summary: Y/n is a Malfoy. A Pureblood. A pretentious, blood-status-loving Slytherin. At least, those are the rumours, but since when has Remus Lupin ever really cared about rumours?

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: hi! sorry i haven't been posting much lately, i had my exams which was stressful, my mental health has gone a bit downhill AND (worst of all) i am suffering from extreme writer's block.

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Y/N MALFOY

Friday, 11th of December 1977

I sat in Transfiguration, watching the snow fall rather than paying attention to Professor McGonagall or the lesson at hand. We were supposed to be turning our fairy cakes into fairies, and after a few attempts my mind had wandered. I knew I'd probably get chastised for it, but there was so much going on in my mind.

The first was the Yule Ball. I'd been so surprised when Remus had asked me that I'd said yes automatically and embarrassed myself slightly. I hoped that he didn't think about how desperate I'd been.

The second thing I'd been thinking about was Remus (even though the two were sort of interconnected). Over the past couple of days he'd seemed agitated and fidgety. He'd zoned out a lot and appeared to struggle to hold a conversation. Maybe he was having trouble sleeping, or was stressing about his N.E.W.T.s? I was sure he didn't need to stress that hard – he was the smartest person in his year, and he studied like it, too.

The third (and most frightening) thought plaguing my mind was my parents. I hadn't heard from them – or my brother – in quite some time now. Luckily I was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas due to the Yule Ball, and I wouldn't have to see them. But their silence was putting me on edge.

"Miss Malfoy, your fairy cake still appears to be mostly edible."

I looked up to see McGonagall standing in front of my desk. She wasn't wrong – the only difference to my cake was that it had wings, and was attempting to fly away. Unfortunately it was too heavy for the wings, resulting in the cake just wobbling around.

"Yes, sorry Professor," I mumbled, flicking my wand at the cake.

Well, at least it had a head now. But it was utterly terrifying. Regulus snorted from the desk beside me, but shut up after a sharp glance from the professor. McGonagall observed my cake for a moment longer before walking away, leaving me to throw it at Regulus's head, a high-pitched shriek escaping him. McGonagall didn't even turn around.

It wasn't just me who wasn't paying that much attention. Everyone was ready for the Christmas holidays, and it showed. While barely anyone in my year was going home for the holidays, every student was still buzzing with excitement. McGonagall could see this, and the usually strict witch didn't comment on any of it, instead just giving pointers and clarification.

When the bell for the end of the lesson finally rang, there was a flurry of motion as everyone jumped up and left the classroom, talking excitedly. I grinned at Regulus, as we left, excited for the holidays.

I had no idea what the next day would bring.

It started out normal. I woke up late, glad for the sleep in. I walked down to the common room with Lily, where we met Regulus. Lily informed us that the other boys wanted a longer sleep in, so we went down to the Great Hall, which was decked in Christmas decorations. Most of the younger students had left to go home, but those who were staying for the Yule Ball mingled around. Instead of the four house tables, there were two, leaving us all to interact. Luckily it seemed that the Slytherins had claimed the table to the left, so Lily, Reg and I went to the one on the right.

We stayed at breakfast for a while, eating at a leisurely pace, not worrying about getting to class. The boys arrived late, and I noticed the absence of a certain someone.

"Where's Remus?" I asked.

The three gave each other a quick glance, before James addressed me.

"Hospital Wing," he answered, spreading jam on his toast.

He raised his head and looked me dead in the eye, and I remembered the conversation we'd had a month previous. About Remus, and his secret illness. Had it flared up again? Once more, I was curious as to what it could be. Perhaps a recurring case of the Dragon-pox? It sounded ludicrous, but I was so hypnotised by it. I wanted to know what was going on.

Curiosity killed the cat, a part of my mind whispered.

I didn't question James any further, instead simply nodding in understanding. Regulus looked between James and I carefully, reading our faces and body language. I realised that our friend group had gone quiet, and that James and Sirius seemed to be having some sort of telepathic conversation.

Luckily, Mary and Marlene came down and sat with us, filling our silence with their energetic laughs. Well, really just Mary's laugh, as Marlene rested her head against the table with a groan.

"You've had a late start," Lily said slyly. "Do anything fun last night?"

"Party in the Ravenclaw common room," Mary replied, heaping bacon onto her plate. "Marlene didn't want to leave."

Marlene let out a series of grunts and Mary stroked her hair affectionately.

"Thanks for inviting us," Sirius scoffed.

Mary smirked. "Just not cool enough, I'm afraid."

Sirius rolled his eyes and Marlene let out another string of incomprehensive words. Mary seemed to understand, though, because she just chuckled.

"Don't worry, Marls. I know you only wanted to stay because of hottie Steve," Mary grinned.

Marlene smacked her best friend in the arm, finally lifting her head. She glared at Mary, but only half-heartedly.

"You know I was only there for you."

"And a certain Slytherin."

Marlene threw her friend a withering glare, but Mary smiled warmly at her friend before heaping food onto her plate. "Eat up. It'll make the hangover better."

Breakfast passed quickly and we all hung out in the Gryffindor common room, playing various games. James and Sirius seemed to be nearly asleep. The same couldn't be said for Peter, though – he'd fallen asleep face-first into the couch.

It was suspicious that they were all so tired – what had they been doing last night? They hadn't been at the party – they'd all gone to bed early, and Sirius had been upset that Mary hadn't invited them. Was Remus being sick tied into this, somehow? Were they maybe just up late, worrying about their friend?

It was just after lunch when Remus arrived in the common room, and smiled slightly at everyone before sitting next to Peter on the couch. The other three marauders as well as Lily all gave him concerned looks, but he shook his head subtly. Questions bubbled up inside me, but I kept my mouth firmly shut. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable – especially not in front of so many people.

Night time rolled around quickly and I lay in my bed in the Gryffindor Tower, staring up at the ceiling. Everyone else was asleep – I could hear their even breaths. I couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about Remus, and his illness. What could it be? The thought plagued my mind, and I wished I had an answer. I didn't want to invade his privacy, but I was just so curious. Did it have something to do with his many scars? I knew he wore jumpers a lot to cover them up. Most of them were massive – there was one that stretched all the way from his collarbone down his navel. I'd noticed it when we'd gone swimming at the lake.

Curiosity killed the cat, my inner voice told me again.

I rolled over and faced the window, looking out and into the starry night beyond. The moon was full last night, and now a sliver of the glowing sphere had faded.

My mind drifted to James's words. Remus's illness, and that he didn't like to talk about it. I could never ask him – but I wanted to know. Why had it flared up, exactly a month later? And why had it taken him out for only a night? Why didn't it last longer?

The light of the moon filled the dorm room, and I stared up at it, trying to figure it out. Remus's illness, flaring up after a month, only his close friends knew...

The moon looked down at me, as if it knew the answer, as if it were mocking me. Mocking me, mocking me...

I was nearly asleep when it clicked. The moon. A month. The scars.

I sat bolt upright in bed, my eyes still on the moon, feeling much more awake now.

Scars all over his body. Scars from claws. The claws of an animal. A month since his last "flare-up" – or a whole moon cycle. From full moon to full moon.

Remus Lupin was a werewolf.

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[charlewiss]

coffee shop / charles leclerc

I pictured this charles while writing it he seems so soft :(

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characters: barista! charles x student! reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: badly written lmao english is not my first language. also probably crappy ending?? idk hope you like it anyways (?? leave a comment!

summary: in which charles worked at his family's coffee shop and met a cute girl.

it was exam season, so it wasn't unusual to see the coffee shop where charles worked completely packed. the little place was strategically located next to the library, making it the perfect place for students who needed to study for their midterms. to him, it seemed like the entire campus was seated in the tables. trying to avoid feeling overwhelmed, he asked his brother arthur -who was a freshman- for help. he had finished his exams just in time to help charles with the family business.

unfortunately for you, the exam season had just started and it was almost impossible to concentrate in your bedroom due to your roommate being the most loud person on planet earth. thankfully, you had heard from a few classmates about this little coffee shop where, according to their words, the vibes were just great.

so you made your way to the small business that, just from the outside, seemed to be completely full. thankfully, a little table next to the window had just freed, and you made your way over there. dropping carefully your backpack full of heavy books and placing your laptop on the table, you approached the counter to make your order.

'arthur! I didn't know you worked here' you said happily. you had met the boy in a class you two shared last semester, and even though you rarely talked, every time you run into him you said hi to eachother.

'hey, y/n! how are you? long time no see' he said, with the leclerc's classic smile on his face. after a few minutes catching up, you ordered your drink and made your way to the table you had already set up, unaware of the eyes that followed you since the start of you interaction with the monegasque.

'who was that?' said charles to his brother in a whisper next to his ear, careful that no one that shouldn't listen hears, while finishing another order and delivering it with a smile. 'we used to go to the same class last semester. why?' the little leclerc was now confused. seeing his brother shy was a rare occurrence, but the motive being a girl was even more weird. so the next question almost made arthur faint with laughter. 'do you like her?'

after a minute of nonstop laughter that made charles go as red as a ferrari, his brother finally answered. 'no, I don't like her. though you seem a little too curious, maybe you like her?' and without saying a single word, charles left him hanging to continue attending the few clients that came in -and avoid answering the question-. arthur just continued to laugh, but now, with his suspicion confirmed.

you were the last to leave the little coffee shop, getting carried away with the work you had to do: finish two essays and study for a midterm. charles had almost gotten the courage to go and talk to you, with the excuse of telling you about the closing of the shop. but you managed to beat him to it, grabbing your things, throwing them carelessly inside your backpack and rushing on your way out. the monegasque dropped his head in his hands and whispered to himself 'i'm so stupid'

'yeah, you are, brother' said smugly his younger brother. 'you know, maybe I can give you her number. i must have it saved in my phone' arthur said, while jokingly elbowing his older brother. 'no, that would be too creepy. and what should I say if i sent her a message out of nowhere?' charles replied, now looking frustrated at the boy that was too busy searching for your contact on his phone. 'hey, how are you? you don't know me but I served you coffee today and I thought you were cute, so I asked my brother for your number' he said, while raising his tone a bit to imitate how the fake scenario would work out. 'really smart of you arthur. not weird at all' he breathed out and left the counter, searching for his things in the back of the family shop to go home. 'so you do like her!' the little leclerc shouted jokingly, and charles answered instantly 'you'll have to walk back home'.

the next day, you were one of the first to arrive at the little coffee shop. you were motivated to work there, not only because the vibe had helped you get more done that you could have achieved in your too-distracting room, but because of the cute barista that you saw working with your friend yesterday. you had hoped that maybe you could talk to him today, but he was nowhere to be seen. so, you arrived at the counter, and while arthur took you order, you tried to ask about who this mystery man was.

'arthur, who was the boy that was here with you yesterday?' you tried sounding casual, but seeing his wide grin made you realize that your intentions were too obvious. 'he's my older brother. he's in class now, but maybe you can catch him if you come at noon' he tried to wink horribly while giving you your order. you laughed, and thanked him for your drink. once you had returned to your table and wasn't looking at the monegasque, he took his phone out to send a message to his brother.

arthur said: guess who came back

arthur said: guess who asked for you

and charles replied almost instantly.

charles said: fuck off

charles said: i know you're lying

charles said: I guess you'll walk home again

arthur said: I'm not lying

and, without knowing how else to prove his innocence, he proceeded to take a discreet picture of you.

charles said: wtf dude that's so creepy

arthur said: maybe if you had believed me like any normal brother would do

charles said: shut up i'm in class.

and with that, the bickering stopped until, a few hours later, charles entered the building after finishing with his class. he left his things at the back, like he always did, and put on the uniform he had to have on while working. arthur soon came and greeted him with a side hug, while whispering 'so, what's your plan?'

'plan for what?' his older brother replied, confused. 'to get her number, asshole, since u don't want my help' the younger one said, with an accusatory look on his face. 'it's not that I don't want it, I don't need it. I can take care of my love life alone, arthur, thank you' charles said, already starting to get pissed off. 'whatever lets you sleep at night' the little monegasque said and rubbed away, before his brother could punch him.

but at the fourth day of seeing you at the shop charles began to doubt. what if he couldn't get your number? he had been too shy to even spare you a look a second longer than needed. and you, having finished your two essays and taking your midterm the next day, were running out of reasons to visit the coffee shop.

you figured you would talk to him the next morning, when you came to take your coffee in your way to class. after all, you would be already nervous because of your exam, so you couldn't get any more nervous than that, right?

'sorry, I need something more' you came back, still with your coffee in hand and the backpack hanging from your shoulder. 'whatever you need' charles answered fast. maybe too fast, he thought. would you think he was too desperate? he started to worry, and his cheeks started to redden in consequence. reading the tag that was attached to his uniform, you asked him: 'would you give me your number, charles?'

[dittobtch]

the wilds orchestra au (2/?)

realised i forgot to explain what the general universe is like lol my bad.

all of the unsinkables are in honours band and have been for most of high school, except for leah.

leah needs an art credit to graduate (creative writing doesn't count) and was kicked out of all other art classes (broke two cameras in photography and got banned from visual arts, made fun of hamilton and got kicked out of drama and choir).

band was her last option. unfortunately, regular band conflicts with her schedule so she got thrown into honours band despite being really shit at music.

she attempts the flute, but she's so bad that they move her to percussion where dot's supposed to be training her after school. no matter how much she tries to help, leah still sucks at it.

one day, dot can't make it so their conductor (probably gretchen idk) forces fatin to help leah instead because fatin is the only student who consistently stays after school to practice. fatin reluctantly agrees so that she has an excuse to not play the cello.

naturally, they fall in love.

(also, jeanette is a violin prodigy who graduated and now goes to julliard as a shout out to her character in class of '07. fatin gets compared to her all the time and it just adds to all the pressure she's already under)

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[smh-yoon]

Ink ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou

a/n: okay so actually im doing much better than i thought after my breakup which i never told you guys about but yeah :')

genre: romance, soulmate au

pairings: tetsu x reader

warnings: none :) cursing maybe

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you mumbled under you breath, letting out a sigh as you scrubbed the ink covering your wrists. he always did this. covering your skin with the most crude things in the middle of class, like it was funny.

and it might have been, if you were twelve. but no, you were a university student, and from what you knew, so was your soulmate. so you'd figure he would stop doing such childish things, wouldn't you?

once the ink was light enough to pass as unintelligible, you turned off the faucet of the school sink, wiping your arms dry with the paper towels next to the trash can. as often as you could, you avoided the cold bathrooms of the university, finding them far too unsettling to be in for more than a minute.

but of course as luck would have it, you got stuck after chemistry scrubbing obscenities off your skin.

with another heavy breath, you pushed open the door to the bathroom and hurried down the quiet hallways onto your next destination: calculus. not that calculus was particularly hard, the professor just made the content so.. boring. the old woman who taught the class was sweet, but so quiet and monotonous. you were hanging onto your grade by the edge of your seat.

a quiet whisper to your left barely caught your attention, but you paid no mind. you had no friends in this class, meaning it was probably not your business anyways.

but then there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, meeting the eyes of kuroo testuro. he was the biggest hotshot in your year, smart, attractive and quite popular. he was invited to every party, but he never showed up to any of them. most of all though, he was the annoying boy who was unfortunately placed in many of your classes.

he was always making jokes and laughing with his buddies. calculus was supposed to be one of your classes where you didn’t have to deal with him.

“look at that. it’s like we’re meant to be, huh?”

you narrowed your eyes, watching his pretty lips curl into a smirk. leaning back in his seat, his gaze flitted back up to the professor, going back to scribbling in his notes. letting out a breath, you turned back in your seat, trying to make it through the rest of your lecture.

as soon as the professor dismissed class, you hurried out, trying to make your way through the crowd and find the comfort of your dorm. an arm slung itself around your shoulder, drawing you into someone’s side.

you groaned, shoving kuroo away from you. “what, are you stalking me now?” he said nothing, smirking again as he stopped in place.

at this point, the two of you had made it into an isolated hallway near the back entrance of the maths building. it was the exit you took everyday. “y/n.” he called out to you, waiting for you to stop.

you turned slowly, raising a brow. if you ignored him and kept moving, you could make it to your dorm and lock him out. or to the security office where they’d tell him to leave you alone. either way it meant he would have to leave, and you’d make it to your nice bed.

a sly smirk slid onto his face, head tilted back with his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. his eyes glinted, watching as you tried to avoid checking him out. “how about i ask you for a favor, hm?”

warily meeting his gaze, your eyes narrowed and you straightened your back. “go to hell, im not interested.”

as your back turned and you made your way towards the exit, kuroo’s footsteps echoed slowly behind you, sauntering slowly towards you like a wolf stalked a bunny. he just barely called out to you before you pushed the door open, sending chills up your spine.

“you’ll come back to me. you’ll see.”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

you’d be damned if you ever admitted to kuroo that you needed his help. he had the highest marks in your year, practically a genius in the form of a cocky, annoying, hot boy.

it had been nearly a week since you began studying for midterms, and dread had begun to seep under your skin. every night was spent in the library, ears plugged with whatever music came on as you scribbled away in your numerous notebooks, running on two energy drinks. being a university student was no joke, you’ve learned.

a sigh left your mouth as you raised your hands above your head, stretching and shaking out your arms to rid yourself of the stiffness that came with sitting in the barely comfortable chair for hours.

“you’re going over this chapter again? i thought you had already.” you jumped, ripping out your earbuds and moving away from kuroo, leaning over the table at your side. he flashed a brief smirk, attention turning back to the mess of studying laid out in front of you. “you’re making this too complicated, try this way.”

he took the pencil from your hands, writing down the equation and solving it in a much simpler way. with furrowed brows you listened as he explained, sitting down in the chair next to you.

once he’d finished, he grabbed the textbook and wrote down a practice equation, placing it in front of you with your pencil. “here, try it. i can help you.”

as much as you hated to admit it, your heart was nearly drowning out your thoughts with how loud it was beating. kuroo was attractive, that much was true. not only was he physically attractive, he had a lot of redeeming qualities as a person. here he was helping you study, even though you’d shut him down before. you’d seen him with his friends, how supportive he was. there were deeper parts of him that you tried to ignore. there was no point in falling for him.

nearly an hour had passed at this point, and the energy drinks had begun to wear off. rubbing your eyes, you sighed, closing your textbook and throwing your pencil into your bag.

“thank you.” kuroo barely caught your mumbling, watching your tired eyes blink slowly, sliding over to meet his own gaze. your lips twisted and you averted your gaze back towards the rest of your supplies strewn across the table. this made kuroo smirk, resting his arm in front of you and leaning over you.

your gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes wide at the new proximity between the two of you. the blood rushing towards your face was making you heat up, your heart beating even louder than before.

kuroo’s dark eyes stared into yours, licking his lips slowly as you swallowed thickly.

“do i make you nervous?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, gaze trailing down kuroo’s face, lingering on his lips, his jaw, his neck. how did you go from being so adamant about avoiding him, to holding your breath just sitting next to him? granted, he was provoking you.

with another sly smirk kuroo leaned back into his seat, fingers reaching out to take a pink pen from your bag with one hand and wrapping around your wrist with another. keeping eye contact with you, he slowly dragged the pen over your skin, creating a thin pink line over your palm.

just as you were about to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, he lifted his hand next to yours, an identical pink mark over his palm. suddenly, there was not enough air for you to breathe.

he quirked a brow seeing your shock, and dragged the pen over your wrist this time, as you watched the mark appear on his skin after yours.

“how did you–”

kuroo placed a kiss to your palm, over the pink line of ink. another quirk of his lips and he stood, gathering his own things and waving to you.

“you’ll always come back to me, doll. you’ll see.”

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