#woo stock

[moth-p]

Self-ish is like drugs to me. Like. How did Will Wood create an album that has no bad things in it

[clegfly]

Idk if this is a common sentiment or what but I would rather DIE than use a reference window. Go my shitty collage in corner of the screen

[licorneforyourroleplay]

AVATARS WOO WON JAE - WOO ► 400X640

[faintlight]

watched the london 1988 boot again last night and even though you can barely make out anyone on stage i still had to be held down whenever cb showed up. i thought i had prepared myself for two person one rock n roll but i had somehow forgotten the ending and was WRITHING

[fewwordsmanyriddles]

[zorquiltk]

Tickletober Day 8 - Water

Let's celebrate! We're on Day 8!

Remember the punishment I talked about? Yeah, here it is. Water is a fire-type's weakness, so you can expect it to tickle like crazy when directly sprayed in a strong small stream. At least it's not as bad as last time I was in the stocks...

I wonder what's happening elsewhere...

[99centmusecd]

I can’t wait to watch another obscure series in the lowest most weirdest quality ever with a friend who’ll just laugh at it instead of trying to find a better version, and give up to watch something “better”

[beezelbubbles]

"You should be at the club"

Me in my 40s

[carnalcrows]

TEACHER'S PET - SANGWOO

pairing: professor! sangwoo x student! bottom male reader

synopsis: A struggling college athlete strikes a risky deal with his professor, unaware of the secrets lurking beneath the surface.

content warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is 21 and sang-woo is in his 40's), teacher x student, cheating, blood, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, reader is a himbo and is slightly muscular.

word count: 2.5k

The classroom was quiet, save for the rhythmic tapping of Professor Cho Sangwoo’s fingers against his desk. You were only half-paying attention, your gaze drifting to the window as he continued his lecture on financial markets—whatever that meant. Numbers weren’t exactly your thing, and honestly, you were just waiting for class to be over so you could hit the gym.

“Since you all love talking so much, let’s see if you actually understand today’s lesson,” Sangwoo announced, his voice smooth yet carrying an edge of boredom. He scanned the room, eyes narrowing slightly before landing on you. “You.”

Your head snapped up. “Huh?”

A few chuckles echoed in the lecture hall, but Sangwoo ignored them. He leaned casually against his desk, adjusting his tie. “I asked what the three main types of financial markets are.”

You blinked, your brain scrambling for anything resembling an answer. “Uh… stocks?”

Sangwoo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s one.”

“Um… crypto?”

Someone in the back actually snorted. You gave them a glare before looking back at Sangwoo, who only smiled, but not in a nice way. “Stay after class,” he said simply before moving on to another student.

You slumped in your seat. Great.

When the lecture finally ended, your classmates trickled out in pairs and groups, leaving you alone with your professor. You adjusted the strap of your sports bag and walked up to his desk, scratching the back of your head.

“Sir?” you said hesitantly. “Uh, about earlier—”

“You’re failing my class.”

That was the first thing he said, cutting straight to the point. His voice was calm, but there was something in his gaze that made you shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah, I figured,” you admitted with a nervous chuckle. “Numbers aren’t really my thing.”

Sangwoo just stared at you, his lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You do realize that if you fail my class, your scholarship could be revoked, correct?”

You blinked. That… wasn’t good. You needed that scholarship. It was the only reason you were here in the first place.

“But—”

“I could help you,” Sangwoo interrupted smoothly, stepping closer. “Private tutoring, after hours. One-on-one.”

“Oh, sweet! That’d be great,” you said, completely missing the shift in the air. “Man, I knew you weren’t as scary as people say.”

Sangwoo’s eyes gleamed. “Right,” he said. “Not scary at all.”

You waited in the empty lecture hall, tapping your fingers against your desk. Most of the students had already gone home, the hallways eerily quiet as the late afternoon sun cast golden streaks through the high windows. You shifted in your seat, rolling your shoulders. This felt… weird. One-on-one tutoring? You barely studied in regular classes—what were the odds this would actually help?

The door creaked open.

You turned, watching as Sangwoo stepped inside. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit jacket, just his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. He carried his leather briefcase in one hand, and in the other, a slim stack of papers.

“You actually showed up,” he mused, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“You told me to.” You leaned back, grinning lazily. “Not really one to disobey orders, sir.”

He set his briefcase down, eyeing you for a beat too long before moving to the desk at the front of the class. “We’ll see about that,” he muttered. Then, louder: “Let’s start.”

For the next twenty minutes, he actually taught. Well, sort of. He wrote on the board, explained concepts you didn’t understand, and made you do problems from his worksheet. Your brain, slow as it sometimes was, genuinely tried to keep up. You weren’t failing because you didn’t care—you just weren’t good at this stuff.

At some point, Sangwoo moved behind you, leaning over to check your work. The weight of his presence sent a strange shiver down your spine. His voice was low, smooth, almost teasing as he pointed out your mistakes.

“Not quite,” he murmured. “Try again.”

You exhaled sharply. “God, I suck at this.”

“You suck at a lot of things,” he said, tone unreadable. “But you’re good at listening.”

Your brow furrowed at his choice of words. Before you could question it, he reached over, guiding your hand as you wrote out an equation. His fingers were steady, firm over yours. Too close.

You swallowed. The air in the room changed, thickened with something unsaid. You turned your head slightly, only to find that Sangwoo was already looking at you. His dark eyes lingered, searching, waiting.

The moment stretched.

Then, he moved.

His hand slid from yours, trailing up your wrist, your forearm. You should’ve said something, maybe pulled away, but the way he looked at you—the quiet intensity in his eyes—made your brain short-circuit.

His fingers brushed your jaw. Your breath hitched.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, practiced, like he had been waiting for this—like he already knew you wouldn’t resist.

Your back hit the desk, Sangwoo pressing forward, one hand bracing against the wood while the other curled around the nape of your neck. His lips moved against yours with a kind of certainty that made your stomach tighten, that made your fingers fist into the fabric of his shirt.

A quiet, broken sound left your throat as his teeth scraped against your bottom lip, as his hands roamed lower, as his body slotted perfectly against yours.

His hands went to the curve of your ass– gripping on the supple flesh as he pulled you closer into him. They trailed to the front, tugging your sweatpants off with a firm tug– making you gasp in surprise.

You looked at him with wide eyes, which only seemed to turn him on even more. He pressed his lips back onto yours before sliding one hand down your boxers, pulling your hard cock out of its confinements– the cool air making you shudder.

He turned you around so that your stomach was on the desk, and lifted your ass up– groaning at the sight of your hole puckering around nothing. He pulled out a packet of lube from his front pocket, did he come prepared for this?, before he ripped it open and spilled its contents onto your hole.

Before you could say anything, he slid the head of his cock in– eyes clenching shut at how you hole pulled him in. You gripped at the desk– having never been stretched out like this before.

“God– so tight f’me aren’t you love, “ he groans in your ear before sliding all the way in– making your back arch. “Only for you sir–” you manage to say before he pulls out and slams back in, making you scream.

He fucked into you at a relentless pace, the uncomfortable positon of your pelvis getting bruised by the edge of the table did nothing to you know. He was making you see stars.

He held you by the waist as you clenched around him– almost making it unable for him to move. You were practically milking the older man dry.

“Getting fucked by your professor for a few extra marks– what a filthy little slut you are, hm?”he mocked, getting riled up at the way you merely moaned, not being able to make sense of what he was saying. Your head was filled with the thought of his cock pistoning in you. 

It wasn’t like your head had much in it anyway.

Soon, he felt himself on the verge of a release, and came in you without warning– painting your insides a pearly white.

You came untouched, practically screaming as your cock spurted out ropes of cum onto the desk. He stayed nestled in you for a while, before slowly pulling out, his cum leaking out of your hole.

He felt himself getting hard again.

It was going to be a long session.

The next time you tried to do the homework he assigned, you realized you had learned absolutely nothing in that tutoring session.

Not about commerce, at least.

Giving up on that, you were sitting outside on the campus lawn with a few of your teammates, lazily picking at your food while the others chatted around you. It was the usual mix of locker-room banter and weekend plans, but you weren’t really paying attention. Your focus had shifted to the faculty building in the distance, where a familiar figure stood near the entrance.

Sangwoo.

Your professor looked different outside of the classroom. Less stiff, more relaxed. And, most importantly, not alone. A woman stood next to him, pretty and well-dressed, holding a little girl in her arms. Sangwoo’s hand rested on the small of her back as they talked, his head tilted slightly as he smiled at something she said. The woman laughed, leaning into him with a kind of familiarity that made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

Your appetite vanished instantly. Your fingers tightened around your fork, and you barely noticed your friend nudging you.

"Yo, you good?"

"Yeah," you mumbled, already standing. "Gotta go. Be right back."

You didn’t wait for a response. Your feet moved on instinct, carrying you toward the nearest building. The second you were inside, you made a beeline for the restroom, locking yourself in an empty stall before bracing your hands against the walls, trying to steady your breathing.

Sangwoo had a wife. And a kid. A whole family.

The realization sat heavy in your gut, a sharp, sickening weight pressing against your ribs. How had you not known? Shouldn’t someone have mentioned it? Shouldn’t he have mentioned it? And why the hell did it feel like you’d been punched in the stomach?

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to swallow the rising bile in your throat. The image of him—smiling, touching her, looking like a man who had never done a single wrong thing in his life—burned behind your eyelids.

You had been in his office just last night. Had sat at his desk, let him touch you, let him pull you in like you were something he wanted. And the whole time—

The whole time, he had this? A wife? A daughter?

You turned abruptly, punching the stall door hard enough that the impact sent a dull ache up your wrist. Then, without looking at yourself in the mirror, you forced yourself back outside.

You weren’t going to think about this now. You just needed to get through the rest of the day.

Your legs still felt unsteady as you walked back across the campus lawn, but then—

You slowed down. Two professors were chatting near one of the shaded benches. You wouldn’t have normally paid them any mind, but your name caught your attention.

“—been doing surprisingly well in my class,” one of them said. “I thought he’d barely scrape by, but it looks like he’s putting in real effort.”

“Not surprising,” the other replied. “Athletic scholarships come with pressure. He needs to keep his grades up if he wants to stay on the team.”

“True, but honestly, he’d have to bomb every class for that to even be a concern. You know how it is—sports scholarships are basically untouchable. No single professor can take those away, even if they wanted to.”

A beat of silence passed. Then the first one chuckled. “Good thing, too. Can you imagine the scandal?”

You nearly tripped over your own feet.

Wait.

Your scholarship was secure? No single professor could take it away?

Then… What the hell had Sangwoo been threatening you with?

Your stomach twisted again, but this time, it wasn’t nausea. It was anger. Cold, creeping, slow-burning rage.

He had lied to you. Manipulated you. Used you.

And you had fallen for it, like an absolute idiot.

You sat through class that day feeling like you were going to be sick. Every word out of Sangwoo’s mouth blurred together into meaningless noise, his voice grating against your ears. When he announced the usual after-hours “coaching session,” you barely registered it. The other students filed out, and you stayed seated, arms crossed tightly over your chest, muscles coiled with anger you hadn’t fully processed yet.

Sangwoo closed the door, the sound echoing through the empty room. He turned, gaze sharp as ever, and for the first time, you hated the way he looked at you—like he had already figured out exactly what you were about to say.

“Something wrong?”

You stood up so fast your chair scraped against the floor. “You’re married.”

Sangwoo’s expression didn’t even flicker. “And?”

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “And? And?! You’ve been—You lied to me. About everything.”

“Careful,” Sangwoo murmured, stepping closer. “You’re getting all worked up.”

“Yeah, because I just found out the guy I’ve been—” You cut yourself off, pressing your fingers to your temple as if that would stop the storm in your head. “Not only are you a cheating bastard, but you lied about my scholarship.”

Silence.

A beat passed. Then another.

You scoffed, the sound bitter, disbelieving. “Yeah. I figured it out. You don’t have the power to take my scholarship away, do you?”

Sangwoo sighed, tilting his head like you were a particularly slow student who had finally caught up. “It got you to comply, didn’t it?”

Something inside you cracked open.

Your fists clenched at your sides. “You used me.”

He took another step forward, his presence suffocating, the air thick between you. “And yet, you’re still here.”

He was right there, close enough that you could see the way his lips curved, the glint in his eye that told you he still thought he had the upper hand. And maybe he did—because the moment he grabbed your face and kissed you, you let him.

It was hard, possessive, like he was staking his claim all over again. Your body reacted before your brain did, mouth opening under his, heat flaring up your spine. His hands dragged over your jaw, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your pulse stutter.

But then—

No. No, not this time.

Your eyes snapped open. The haze shattered.

Without thinking, your hand darted toward the desk beside you, fingers curling around the sharp metal of a compass. You gripped it so tightly your knuckles ached.

Sangwoo didn’t even notice until it was too late.

The compass plunged into the side of his neck, and for the first time since you’d met him, he was the one caught off guard.

He staggered back, hand flying to his throat. Blood—so much blood—spilled between his fingers, staining his crisp white dress shirt. His mouth opened, a garbled, wet sound escaping as he stared at you in pure disbelief.

You exhaled, heart pounding as you looked down at him. “Guess I am failing this class.”

The room smelled like iron. Sangwoo collapsed to the floor, the blood pooling around him in a slow, creeping tide.

You stood there, breath shaky but eyes steady.

And then, finally, you turned and walked away.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

[tgcg]

tell your loved ones

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 12:01 --

TG: hey im on the john

JOHN: hey, dave is taking a dump.

TG: taking a shit just so were clear

JADE: jeez!!!!!!! even when im not online i have to hear about it

TG: i know you care so youre first to know

JOHN: i'm just giving you a heads up for the bajillion messages you will definitely have about this when you get home.

EB: god, thank you. that is awesome. dave fans everywhere are gonna go NUTS for this truth nugget.

EB: hey, i am at the store with jade!

TG: tell her the news

EB: i did as soon as you first pinged me, don't worry.

TG: hell yeah see you just fucking get it

JADE: well tell him i say congrats!

EB: she says congrats.

EB: also that you left your "yeah! woo!" machine at her place.

EB: and that you are gross and smell like a dog took a dump on a fart even when you aren't crapping during our conversations.

TG: goddamn

EB: jk that last bit was me heheh. but she nodded!

EB: so anyways, a yeah woo machine?

EB: what the hell even IS that?

JADE: its more or less a machine that yeahs and woos

TG: its basically a machine that yeahs and woos

EB: ok, yeah, that is pretty much exactly what jade said too. apparently this is supposed to be obvious.

JADE: its pretty self explanatory!

TG: pretty self explanatory stuff

TG: anyways im gonna tell karkat this time i think im ready for that

EB: oh shit (LOL), that's a pretty big deal, right? good luck dude.

--

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 12:03 --

TG: ok karkat can i be unbelievably candid with you is dj crabapple ready for this

TG: this is a really big deal for me but like no pressure

CG: SHIT, IS EVERYTHING OK?

CG: DO I NEED TO COME OVER THERE.

TG: no no its good i just really need to confess something

CG: WHATEVER IT IS, TELL ME. I'M HERE.

TG: alright

TG: deep breath strider

--

TG: im dropping mad logs like bars in the ablution block vantas

TG: shit is on fire

TG: downright heretical like a shat outta hell

TG: and since im feeling penitent i figure our pesterlogs are pretty much akin to a confessional booth right

CG:

--

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 12:04 --

TT: Hey Dave.

TT: Are you, by any chance, taking a shit right now?

TG: damn word spreads fast on the information superhighway

TT: Yes, I have had the news forwarded to me via this bountiful virtual dimension of knowledge and culture we call the World Wide Web by a fellow enthusiast, one ectoBiologist.

TT: Frankly I'm heartbroken you didn't come to me about it first.

TT: Please, divulge to your loving sister the nature of your bowel movements, in exhaustive detail. Highlights in a notarized list, an overall ranking grade of your experience, whether you would recommend it to your friends, et cetera. These would be among my most pertinent avenues of inquiry.

TG: you were next on the mailing list rose im already on it

TG: boutta weave a verbal tapestry no holds barred just for you about my rambunctious foray down in brown town

TG: stay tubed

TT: Thank god. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't peruse your commodal follies like the morning gazette.

TG: dont act like this has educational value rose

TG: we all know my daily bullshit has got a laugh track

TG: like damn what kind of gazettes are you getting

TT: The best kind, Dave. Only the best kind.

TG: thanks for the vote of confidence

TG: wait gimme a sec karkat pinged

TT: Of course. I understand it's quite a big deal for you.

--

CG: OK.

CG: SINCE THIS APPARENTLY SKIRTS THE FRESHEST BUDS OF OUR BRO-DOM'S BURGEONING FROND NUB, I *ALSO* HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SHARE.

CG: I HOPE YOUR REFLECTIVE ABLUTION VAULT IS STOCKED WITH FUCKING RUMBLESPHERE TRANQUILIZERS, BECAUSE THIS EXCHANGE IS ABOUT TO GET SHITHIVE MAGGOTS.

CG: LISTEN CAREFULLY.

TG: whats up

--

CG: I AM ALSO ON THE LOAD GAPER RIGHT NOW.

TG: oh shiiit

CG: DON'T UNCLENCH YOUR EXPLOSIVE FUCKING SEED FLAP JUST YET, BECAUSE THERE'S *MORE*!

CG: I AM *ALSO* TAKING A CRAP.

TG: oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

CG: OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

[meadowfics]

bedroom across the hall

father-in-law!cho sang woo x f!reader

you're feeling needy, and all you had to do is knock on your boyfriend's father's door

warnings: MDNI! smut. sangwoo being possessive, vulgar language and dialogue, fingering (f!reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), p in v unprotected, cheating, praise. age gap. reader is implied to be 21, so of legal age.

you lie in the guest bedroom, the ivory colored sheets cold against your skin, the argument with your boyfriend still screams inside of your head. that boy’s sharp words, the way he turned away from you…it stings, but it’s not what keeps you awake.

it’s the hallway. that damn hallway. you know sangwoo’s room is just a few steps away, his door probably cracked open like it always is, tempting you in a way you can’t admit out loud. your boyfriend’s father… 45, broad-shouldered, a smart graduate from SNU with that low, gravelly voice…has been a quiet storm in your mind for weeks. 

the tension’s been building, little glances over dinner, his hand brushing yours when he passed the salt. you shouldn’t. you really shouldn’t.

however tonight, your resolve snaps.

you slip out of bed, barefoot, your blue oversized t-shirt barely covering your thighs. the house is silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. your heart’s pounding as you pad down the hallway, stopping in front of his door. you hesitate, then knock…soft, but firm enough to wake him.

“oh? well, look who it is,” comes his voice, low and teasing, before the door even swings open. 

“look who’s sneaking around in the dark. lost, little girl?”

you aren’t that little, being almost twenty-two years old.

he’s leaning against the frame, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips. sangwoo’s dark hair’s mussed, and his eyes glint with something dangerous, something that makes your stomach flip. you swallow hard.

“i couldn’t sleep,” you mumble, shifting your weight, “and… i don’t know. i just—”

“oh, you know,” sangwoo cuts in, stepping closer, his voice dripping with mockery. 

“don’t play shy now. you didn’t come here to chat about the weather or the stock market, did you?”

you shake your head, heat creeping up your neck. he smirks, stepping aside to let you in. the door clicks shut behind you, and the air feels heavier now, charged. he’s close…too close…and you can smell the faint musk of him, intoxicating.

“what’s the matter?” he taunts, circling you like a predator. 

“trouble in paradise? my son is not keeping you happy?”

“stop it,” you whisper, but it’s weak, and he knows it.

“nah,” he chuckles, his breath hot against your ear as he leans in. 

“i think you like it when i tease you. i think you’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you? in my bed, my hands on your body… me in general.”

your breath hitches, and he grabs your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. 

“say it,” he murmurs, “tell me you want it.”

“i want it,” you do not hesitate to admit, voice trembling, and that’s all he needs.

he crashes his mouth against yours, rough and hungry, his hands gripping your hips like he owns you. 

“that’s my girl,” he growls into the kiss, backing you up until your legs hit the bed. you fall onto it, and he’s on you in an instant, tugging your shirt up and off, leaving you bare beneath him. his eyes rake over you, possessive, dark.

“fuck, look at you,” he mutters, voice thick with lust. 

“all mine tonight, huh? he doesn’t deserve this pussy anyway.”

sangwoo’s hands are everywhere…sliding up your thighs, spreading you open. he slips two fingers inside you without warning, and you gasp, arching into him. 

“so wet already,” he teases, pumping them slow and deep, “what, you been thinking about me all night? dripping for your boyfriend’s old man?”

“sangwoo—” you whimper, and he grins, wicked.

“that’s it, say my name,” he says, curling his fingers until you’re shaking, “gonna make you feel so good, my baby.”

he pulls his fingers out, slick with you, and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while holding your gaze. suddnely, he’s on his knees, yanking your hips to the edge of the bed, his tongue diving into you like he’s starved for it. 

you moan, loud and shameless, hands fisting in his hair as he licks and sucks, his groans vibrating against you.

“taste so fucking sweet,” he mumbles between messy laps, “could eat this pussy all night.”

you’re a wreck under him, thighs trembling, but he doesn’t stop until you’re coming apart. when you cum for thr second time, you cry out his name. he pulls back, lips glistening, smirking as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“good girl,” he praises, voice soft but dripping with control, “now let’s see how you handle me.”

he stands, shoving his sweatpants down, and you barely have time to process before he’s between your legs again, hard and thick against you. 

“gonna fuck you raw,” he says, lining himself up, “you’re mine now, got it?”

you nod, desperate, and he thrusts in, deep and unrelenting. you cry out, the stretch burning, but he doesn’t give you time to adjust…just starts pounding into you, one hand gripping your throat, the other digging into your hip.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, voice rough, “this pussy is all mine. say it.”

“yours,” you gasp, and he groans, slamming harder.

“damn right,” he snarls, “gonna ruin you for him. he’ll never fuck you this good.”

he pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach. 

“ass up,” he orders, and you scramble to obey, burying your face in the sheets as he grabs your hips and takes you from behind. the angle’s brutal, hitting every spot that makes you see stars, and his hand cracks against your ass, sharp and possessive.

“look at you, taking it like a slut,” he says, breathless, smug, “i hope he hears you…my perfect little whore.”

you moan into the mattress, pushing back against him, and he laughs, low and filthy. 

“oh, you love it, don’t you? keep going, baby. fuck yourself on me.”

he doesn’t let up, driving into you until you’re a mess, clawing at the sheets, his praise spilling over you…“so good for me,” “such a pretty little thing,” “taking it like a champ.” it’s too much, and you’re coming again, clenching around him until he curses, loud and vulgar.

“fuck… should i fill you up?” he groans, knowing the answer. with one last thrust, he does, spilling hot and deep inside you. he collapses over you for a moment, breathing hard, then rolls off, pulling you against his chest.

“you’re mine now,” he murmurs, voice soft but firm, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. 

“don’t forget it.”

masterlist

author's note: I am not going to lie. while writing this, I stared to imagine berlin (haesoo's other character in another netflix series) and not sangwoo... oops

[faintlight]

i cannot believe i'm going to see girlball LIVE and IN PERSON and VERY CLOSE. i think i might die

[cherriicou]

‘MV SHOOT’

MDNI 18+

SUMMARY | wonwoo and mingyu invite you over for a 'mv shooting’.

PAIRING | idol!mingyu x fem!reader x idol!wonwoo

CONTENT | threesome, unprotected sex (be safe), dumbification, slight choking, degrading, sub! reader, nipple play, overstimulation

WORDS | 693

A/N | sleepy write before bed. was watching nana tour while doing this lol.

it was quite a surprise when your friends mingyu and wonwoo invited you to their apartment for a 'business project'. saying that they had a song recorded and wanted you to appear in their mv.

they had never mentioned their own song coming out so you naively agreed and hurried to their apartment.

the moment you walked in the door, they both stood next to each other with a matching set outfit folded in mingyu's hands. it took them hoursss to find an outfit that suit both of their tastes. knowing that you'd wear it no matter how skimpy you thought it was just for them made this moment so much more exciting. you, unaware of their intentions, happily took the clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

wonwoo and mingyu waited in the kitchen; one sitting on the stool near the island and the other leaning against the counter. whilst you're trying to be pretty for them, they start to imagine how good you'll look. the dirty thoughts making their muscles tense and veins visibly shown.

the door opens; mingyu almost falls off the chair and wonwoo's legs tremble a bit as he straightens up from the counter. your is hair perfectly sitting on the tiny shirt that is barely hiding any cleavage, the tight high waisted skirt compliments your curves, and the stockings that only go up to your mid-thigh is all so breathtaking. it was perfect. and it was just for them.

you let out a tiny cough of shyness. 'isn't it a bit revealing? won't i get hate comments?' the innocent question makes them put on a smirk. oh, you're about to get the farthest thing away from hate.

‘aw my gorgeous girl,’ mingyu walks closer to you.

'we won't let anyone tell you a single thing, isn't that right woo?' wonwoo nods, his eyes looking up and down your body.

'why don't you head upstairs where we set up the cameras hm?' wonwoo snakes his hands around your waist, pushing you towards the stairs calmly.

'upstairs.?' mingyu looks down at you while you stayed standing at the bottom of stairs confused.

'just follow him, pretty.’ wonwoo pats your head softly. you scurry up the stairs and wonwoo sighs at your skirt revealing hints of your ass after each step you take.

it all happened so fast.

now being on all fours, being pounded behind by mingyu. whilst wonwoo uses your mouth roughly, groaning while your moans vibrate around his cock.

"aren't you a stupid slut hm? really thought we'd let everyone see what's ours?" mingyu brings his thumb to your overly sensitive clit, causing you to jolt closer towards wonwoo.

"is that what you wanted? show our fans your pretty little body?" you shook your head in vigour, your body already shaking from the overstimulation.

"look at her, mingyu. too dumbfucked to even comprehend words." wonwoo grabbed onto your throat, making you stare directly into his fox-like eyes. eyes completely darkened as he took in the sounds of your moans and the fucked out state you were currently in.

"please! t-too.. much..!" the overbearing pleasure is too much that you feel like you're going to break soon.

"t-t-too much" mingyu mocks you, grinning at the way he felt your cunt start to tighten for the third time. wonwoo's hands knead your breasts and pulled at your nipples while mingyu continued to work on your abused pussy, driving you into insensibility of the moment.

"mingyu! ah- wonwoo! please.. c-cant!" The two men only groan at your pleads, steering them more into euphoria. wonwoo pulls you into a messy make out session. you're completely brain fucked, making kissing you even more enjoyable as you can't control your movements.

"you've got it. take it, yea? like we're trained you before." they then switch places so fast, not even a second to breathe from the amount of energy that's being taken from your body.

wonwoo groans as he enters you, making you shiver and moan loudly while holding onto mingyu's biceps. "now let me see the beautiful view i couldn't see before"

there was no chance this was ending soon.

[straykidsnerd255]

Yandare jinwoo whose obsessed with reader that doesn't even know what his status is. Like it's nice to see someone not flocking onto him like a leech because of his popularity so he didn't tell her anythin :D

Title: My Beloved

Pairing: Yandere Sung Jin Woo x Female Reader

Song: Pick your own song

Genre: Fluff with a bit of angst

Rating:PG-13

Warning(s): swearing (like one or two times), mentions of murder/killing, Sung Jin Woo being a little unhinged, Reader being slightly oblivious to Jin Woo’s unhinged behavior, Jin Woo being obsessed with Reader, Jin Woo stocks reader but doesn’t ever do anything

Summary: You are his. He had to have you as his. You were the only person that didn’t know he was an S-Rank Hunter. He hated how everyone was obsessed with him. With the fact he was the new S-Rank Hunter. Jin Woo couldn’t even enjoy a simple day to himself when he wasn’t trying to raid dungeons and level up. So, when you and Jin Woo happen to meet, Jin Woo does everything to make sure you become his. Spoilers, you become his girlfriend, and no one can even look at or touch you but him.

Word Count: 2050

Thank you so much for requesting! I will let you know that I am not that very good at writing for yandere characters or yandere in general so pardon me if this is absolute shit. This is really bad. I really don’t like how this one-shot turned out, but I did my best. I hope that it was to your liking but I severely suck at writing these kind of things, but I hope that you enjoy this little one-shot nonetheless.

Jin Woo’s eyes watched your every move as you made your way around the kitchen in your already tiny apartment. He had placed multiple powerful shadows in your shadow to protect you as you had been the only person out of the entire city that did not know who he was. His heart pounded in his chest everytime you even so much as glanced at him. He always had eyes on you no matter what you were doing. When you went on dates, it annoyed him that the man you went out with wasn’t him. Jin Woo settled for scaring the shit out of those men you would go on dates with to the point they would either call and cancel or stand you up so he could swoop in and care for you. Your smiles towards him always made his heart flutter. Whenever he looked at you, he always had hearts in his eyes. When people hurt or belittled you, they would be dead on the news the next morning. Jin Woo was merciless when someone did something or anything to harm you. 

Murder was just second nature to him. He would watch with a sick satisfaction while the people he was killing begged and pleaded with him. Blood splattering across his face, a twisted smile appearing on his lips as he commanded his shadows to kill. You and Jin Woo had been hanging out one night when the news popped on telling people to stay indoors as a murderer was running around their city. You had been terrified when you heard this news but Jin Woo reassured you that he would protect you.

Now that someone was catching on to him, Jin Woo decided to lay low for the time being. He stuck to scaring those that tried to get too close to you. You however, were completely oblivious to Jin Woo’s behavior. When Jin Woo asked you out, you were over the moon to be his. Jin Woo pampered you every single day. He surprised you with flowers every morning making you giggle. He would bring jewelry back when he returned from a really long mission. He would plant kisses on your lips when you were out in public. You would always beg for kisses when they happened to be too short for your liking. You also love the warmth that fills your body when you kiss Jin Woo.

When you both were on a date, Jin Woo would be bombarded with fans or people trying to get with him. What really irked him was when he took you to a fancy restaurant and had to step out when the Hunter’s Association President called to ask if he would be willing to join a raid. When he returned, he was met with a sight that made his blood boil with anger. A group of female hunters all in the A-Rank area, were making fun of you. One had undone your hair that you had painstakingly done up. Another ripped the necklace Jin Woo had given you. Jin Woo was in front of the table in a moment. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” His voice held no room for excuses.

He would move over to your still shaking form and press his hands to your face, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell down your face. “Everything is ok now. They won’t hurt you anymore.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours, effectively calming you down. You hated that you cried so easily at that, but it was just the fact that they were tearing you apart bit by bit and ruining everything that you had done. Jin Woo would drop his knees and gently wipe at the tears that fell down your face. He hated seeing your cry and would do anything to help you.

He glared at the hunters when they tried to explain their actions, but Jin Woo wasn’t having it. You were in tears and it pissed him off. His hand snapped out and grabbed the main hunter that started this by her throat. Her eyes widened in fear when he started to tighten his hold. His eyes turned purple as he pulled her close to his face. “Don’t you ever think you have the right to touch my girlfriend. If I see you around her ever again, I will rip you and you stupid little group apart and ruin your life. Understood?” Jin Woo snarled, his shadows even appearing to add extra scare. Jin Woo would watch as the hunters rushed away from the table, fear evident in their hurried steps. You turned around to see the girls rushing out of the restaurant. You both turned back to the meal that was placed in front of you. 

 After dinner, you begged Jin Woo to take you to a dress shop that you had seen on the way to the restaurant. The store was massive. He watched as you went to the discount dress section and with his ruler's hand, turned you around and pulled you back towards him. A smile on his lips as he leaned down and pecked your slips. “Pick whatever you want, love. I have plenty of money.” He said, watching the smile on your lips appear. Jin Woo went and sat on a bench as you browsed the store. As you were moving to a set of black dresses that had different shades of purples spanning around the end of the dress, a group of hunter females walked in.

 Their eyes immediately locked onto you and closer to where you were standing. They began to mock the dress that you had pulled out which was a black mermaid dress, with a bedazzled middle, a sweetheart neckline and sleeveless. This made you feel insecure about the way you looked and Jin Woo immediately picked up on it. He stood from the bench and walked towards you. The hunters thought he was walking towards them and walked towards him, but he shoved past them and moved to you, his hand falling to your lower back. “Will you try it on for my love?” Jin Woo asked, watching as the light came back to your eyes, and you nodded your head, a bright smile on your face. You quickly put on the dress before exiting the dressing room. You spun in front of Jin woo, showing him the dress you had been looking at. “What do you think?” You asked, Jin Woo looked at the dress and his heart began to race in his chest. “Gorgeous.” He whispered.

The next time it happened, you had been waiting for Jin Woo to exit the dungeon that had opened in the middle of the street. A group of girls walked to where you were standing and started talking. Loud enough that you could hear them but no one else could hear them. “Do you think Hunter Sung will notice me? Maybe he will dumb that dumb little girl he’s dating right now and start dating me.” Your heart stuttered but you ignored them and waited, bouncing on the heels of your feet. You could feel a smile appearing on your lips when one of the girls spoke again. Her words made the smile on your face drop and the sadness filling your chest. You knew she was wrong, but you just couldn’t help the pounding in your chest.

“Don’t worry, he will definitely take one look at you and fall in love. That girl he’s dating doesn’t stand a chance.” She said, all the girls laughing when they looked over at you and saw you looking down. You moved away from the barrier as you heard the girls' loud laughter continuing. You had almost pushed your way through the crowd when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning to face the person who had stopped you, you were pleasantly surprised when you saw Jin Woo looking down at you, a smile on his face. “I thought you were going to wait up front for me?” He said, watching as your eyes suddenly went downcast. You told him what had happened and in a moment, you were lifted into Jin Woo’s arms, a sly grin on his lips.

On days you decided you wanted to go shopping or just stroll around the shopping center, his arm would be wrapped around your waist possessively. When the two of you are either out on a date or walking around town, he is eyeing everyone down watching their every move. During your year anniversary with Jin Woo, an ex boyfriend appeared on your doorstep, demanding that you get back together with him. You were terrified and secretly dialed Jin Woo’s number. You knew that he was a hunter, but you never cared to ask what rank he was or even look it up. When you heard Jin Woo pick up the phone, you slipped your phone in your back pocket. “You have to get back together with me, Y/n. You don’t get a choice in that. We were so good together.” You ex said.

You glared at him. “You cheated on me with three other women and tried to tell me it wasn’t serious. You also stole my money to go gamble away when you didn’t want to be in the house anymore. You took everything from me. I left that life behind and moved here so I could start fresh. Leave me alone.” You snapped, hearing the sharp breath Jin Woo took before you could hear him running. What you didn’t expect was for your ex to grab your wrist and try pulling you from your house. You gripped the doorframe, your heart pounding like crazy in your chest. You and your ex ended things years ago because you found out he had cheated on you. You moved from that town and did your best to change your life around. It doesn’t help that he had found you, and was now trying to drag you back to him.

You were terrified. You begged for Jin Woo to hurry, tears filling your eyes as you fought with all your strength to not be taken by your ex. You could feel Jin Woo’s presence before you saw him. Opening your eyes, you noticed Jin Woo hovering over your ex, blood dripping from Jin Woo’s fist and your ex’s face unrecognizable. You could see the bloodlust in his eyes, the way he smiled as he looked at the blood that dripped from his knuckles. “You thought you could touch my girlfriend? I should break your neck. Keep you from trying to take her away from me.” Jin Woo squatted down near his face and smiled menacingly.

You knew Jin Woo was possessive, but this was all too new to you. You shivered as he turned to look at you, his eyes still a glowing purple. Blinking, the purple disappeared and his gray eyes blinked back at you, an innocent smile sitting on his lips as he left your ex on the ground, blood pouring from the busted lip and broken nose. Are you alright My Beloved?” He asked, his hands running down your arms before taking your hands in his. You shook slightly, but nodded your head. “I’m alright.” You said, leaning your forehead against his chest, closing your eyes and sighing. You didn’t notice the hearts that sat in his eyes or the way he would nearly kill someone that even looked in your direction with a hint of desire. 

You have been with Jin Woo for three years now, and you could never be happier. You curled into Jin Woo’s chest as he glared at the man shivering in fear. “I promise I wasn’t looking at your girlfriend!” The man sputtered, watching as Jin Woo raised his hand towards the man’s face and clenched his fist, watching as the man screamed in pain as his insides boiled alive. You lifted your head and pressed your face into Jin Woo’s neck, pressing your lips against his throat. Jin Woo’s eyes lidded as he watched his shadows drag the dead body away, his arms tightening around you.  He had finally won you over. You were his and he was yours.

[mtchee]

Quiet Comfort - [Gunwoo & Woojin] FEM

blurb:

A day in the life with your two big sweethearts, and some quiet comfort from the usually otherwise obnoxiously burly duo after a long day.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, fluff, have fun with two giant puppies, poly relationship, use of the term 'jagiya/jagi', mentions of having hair, teasing, if you think they're ooc please let me know i'm trying to get used to writing them, i love them sm frfr

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"Woojin-ah! Have you seen my jacket?" You call out, head buried deep into your side of the closet.

Gunwoo pops his head in through the doorway instead, "Hm? Oh, I put it in the wash."

"In the wash?" You lean back out with a frown.

"Did you say my name!?"

"Don't mind! Gunwoo, I'm doing a stock run for the cafe. Your mum needs me to go, and it'll be cold," You draw out a whine after calling back to your other boyfriend's distant voice. He's probably splayed out on the living room couch.

Gunwoo's big eyes flicker, his face suddenly downtrodden and you quickly backtrack.

"It's fine. It should only be quick anyway, I'll be inside for the rest of the day."

"I'm sorry," Gunwoo's thick lips form into a big fat pout, his voice apologetically soft and you want to bite him, "you can use one of mine, or Woojin hyung's. If you want."

He shucks off the dark puffy jacket that he's wearing and quickly offers it to you.

Habitually, you open your mouth to decline before hearing the wind whistling through the miniscule gaps in the window. You glance outside. It even looks cold.

"Mm, you're running deliveries today, aren't you?" Your brows pinch in concern, gently pushing outstretched jacket back to his chest.

Gunwoo shakes his head profusely, using both his hands to reinstate his now no-returns offer.

"We're doing some training first. Then we'll start on the deliveries," he assures you, tone much more firm on the fact that the topic regards your wellbeing, "I'll be warmed up before then. And I can pick up the jacket in between runs." He adds onto the end quickly, subtly coercing you to accept his choice.

You take in a breath, assessing him silently.

Gunwoo's sized up, back straight and broad shoulders no longer sagging, as to appear more self assured and resolute. His big puppy eyes once slightly glossed over from your chiding now hardened with a quiet resolve.

You huff through your nose, accepting the oversized puffy jacket with a hidden smile, "...Alright. Thank you, Woo-ah."

You can barely stifle the giddy butterflies you feel when he smiles at you.

Later that day, Woojin gives you the fright of your life while you're on your way back to the cafe.

You scream when a familiar himbo comes barrelling at you from around the corner of the street, tackling you in a semi-sweaty hug.

"JAGIYAAA!"

"Woojin-ah!" You shriek, bracing your arms over your head as the impact with his torso sends you flying. The only thing stopping you from hitting the ground is his eager embrace that quickly follows, catching you and tethering you to him in a tight hug.

"Are you crazy!?"

"Aish~ I missed you," he nuzzles into you obnoxiously, ignorant to any passersby that send you strange looks.

"Yuck!" You can't help but laugh as his nose tickles you behind your ear. You can feel the perspiration glossing the skin of his neck and you grimace, pushing him away with a grin.

"I saw you this morning," you reason when he looks at you, offended.

His brows furrow, "Barely. And it's not the same."

You roll your eyes at him, though you suppose it is thrilling to bump into each other on pure coincidence.

"Did you finish a delivery?"

Woojin nods, "Mm. I'm on my way to the cafe. Gunwoo's going too. We were arguing which street was quicker, but then I saw you."

"Well, then he's definitely winning."

"..."

You laugh when his face drops.

Steam disperses from the bathroom doorway, condensation dripping down the glass of the shower while the mirror over the sink slowly dipleats itself of the fog lining it.

You sit on the bed clad in one of your boyfriends' shirts and a pair of panties, planning on applying your body lotion after drying your hair. With the tub of cream sat beside you, you eye your faint reflection in the window pane, ruffling your towel through your locks.

Your impatience results in the rough fabric lashing against your cheek, and you wince, blinking off the abrupt contact.

A tinge of frustration nips at you before you take in a deep breath to calm you down. It's been a long day, and your little spa routine was a way of helping you unwind.

The day's toll must've been a lot worse than you thought.

You let the towel fall from your head and onto your lap, staring at it blankly. You can feel a flurry of emotions toiling within you, but you don't have the energy to process them fully.

In no time, small unshed tears begin to glisten your lower lash line and you scrunch your nose. Why are you almost crying?

It's not like you haven't had bad days before--and you've definitely had worse.

"Jagi..?"

You don't even hear Gunwoo approach, still staring at your lap tiredly. Gunwoo's brows furrow, and he leans down slightly to peer at you in concern. A small gasp escapes him at the sight of your glossy eyes and wrinkled nose, and he sits himself down beside you.

He parts his lips to say something before thinking better of it, he watches you for a moment longer, thinking to himself quietly before gently prying the towel from your weak hands.

"Here, jagi. Let me do this for you." His voice is tender, patient and coaxing as he shifts his torso to face your back, and he starts to dry your hair for you.

The only response he garners is a soft sigh while you lean your head back at his careful touch. Your quiet acceptance has him smiling gratefully.

He's a little clumsy with his large hands, but he's mindful of his strength, and gets the job done.

Eventually, Woojin wanders into the room from the kitchen after wondering where his two partners disappeared to.

"Hey, do we want--" he stops short when Gunwoo whips around and shakes his head at him. Woojin narrows his eyes at him, and the younger motions his eyes towards you, and then he understands.

"--A-Ah... okay," he's quiet, taking a few more steps inside the room until he's stood in front of you. He crouches down, hands seeking purchase on your knees and he tilts his head to meet your vacant gaze.

He murmurs your name softly in a song like tune, "How are you feeling, hm?"

Gunwoo's activity ceases as he waits for you to speak.

You match his eyes with a little bit more life in them, feeling more soothed than frustrated now.

"Tired.."

"Yeah?" Woojin spies the tub of lotion by your thigh and nods towards it, "can I do that for you?"

Your eyes flutter in a soft blink, and he waits patiently. You look at the body lotion and then slowly draw your gaze back to your lap again. A sudden embarrassed heat crawls up your neck at the state of you: hair damp and body hunched, braless in an oversized shirt that hides your underwear from view with your naked legs on display.

"A-Ah..." you hesitate, lips parted unsurely. Suddenly bashful, you look over your shoulder at Gunwoo who blinks and gives you a light, unassuming smile.

You look back at Woojin, who's gaze never left your deliberating form. He rubs his thumb across your left knee comfortingly, eyes kind.

A soft breath escapes you, and you feel oddly reassured by them. Despite the mild fluster you feel at the intimacy of their attention, you nod and give and affirming hum.

He doesn't take that though. He wants to hear you.

With a gentle squeeze on your soft thigh, Woojin purses his lips and looks at you expectantly, though the upward twitch of his lips indicates his playfulness.

You whine, diverting your gaze shyly as you lean back against Gunwoo who chuckles at you. You look up at him for help, but scoff quietly in receiving none, and so you speak.

"Okay..."

Woojin beams, all crescent eyed and white teeth, "Thank you, jagiya~"

He reaches for the tub, unscrewing the lid and scooping up an appropriate amount for application--he's watched you do this a good few times now after all.

After lathering his hands, he starts with your right leg. Shifting so he's bent on one knee, he prompts you to lean your weight against Gunwoo while he rests your foot against his knee, big hands massaging the lotion into your skin.

Although his touch is innocent, you can't help but squirm nervously when his palms stroke up your thigh, and he grins.

He handles you firmly, placing pressure on all the right places that have you sighing in relief. Gunwoo starts playing with strands of your hair, even leaning down to place a lingering kiss on the shell of your ear.

"Feel better..?" He lets out a happy hum when you nod lazily.

Woojin finishes by lightly tickling the sole of your foot, grinning when you squeal and try to jerk away. He relents, letting out tug it out of his grasp before he taps your other leg, giving it the same treatment.

All too soon is it over, and Woojin places a teasing kiss on your shin with a squeeze to your thigh when you pout. You cringe at the tingling sensation it causes, slapping his hand away while he laughs at you.

The rest of your hair would be fine to air dry now, so when you flick the end of the towel away from you Gunwoo takes it, blowing against your neck playfully before he moves to put the towel away.

You can't help but watch after him endearingly. To be loved is to be known, and both Gunwoo and Woojin have done more than you could've ever asked for, and that's not just on accounts of that night.

They always taken care of you, always looking out for you: by walking you to and from places, to treating you out, checking in on you during times when you're separated, spoiling you whenever they can for no reason other than just because--they've done it all.

And you couldn't be anymore grateful.

The slightly open window allows a sharp evening breeze to graze across your bare skin, and you shiver.

Woojin perks up, "Ah, are you cold?"

Having heard from the bathroom, Gunwoo comes back, immediately rifling threw the dresser drawers while you answer the other with a nod.

Spying the goosebumps across your legs, Woojin runs a warm palm over them twice before feeling a breeze on the back of his head, and he clocks on.

"My turn!"

With the older standing up and closing the window, Gunwoo quickly slams the drawers shut and steals his spot in front of you.

You sit up, startled at the sudden movement, giggling when Woojin whirls around at the claim with an offended guffaw.

Gunwoo kneels in front of you this time, a pair of rolled up fuzzy socks in his hand while he tugs you closer to him. You laugh as you're pulled across the bed covers, the comforter bunching up messily.

Gunwoo's eyes crinkle at the sound of your laughter, and he unfurls the socks before slipping them over your feet. It goes about halfway up your shins, keeping your toes nice and warm and you hum contently.

Like Woojin did earlier, he runs his big hands over the rest of your exposed skin, smoothing down your cold caused bumps with his natural warmth. He tugs down your shirt so it covers your lower half a bit more modestly, though you notice he can't help but sneak in a quick squeeze on your hip.

His ears are a bit red, otherwise he smiles at you unaffectedly.

"Yah," Woojin claps him on the shoulder chidingly, though his tone is light hearted, "no fair. I saw that, you sneak."

"Hyung..." Gunwoo whines.

You can't help but grin at them, heart swelling with an incogitable fondness for your two big puppies. Any prior distress thoroughly dispelled thanks to the loving care of your two partners.

And you couldn't ask for more.

[novthewolf]

Hi pls can you write Edward Cullen x sick reader who still tries to go to school because they are worried about their grades? It’s fine if not

Thanks z

Edward caring for you when you're sick and stubborn :

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- Edward had already a little clue about you having a cold.

- He would occasionally visit your room at night, maintaining an obviously respectful distance, and he could hear your breathing through your mouth as you slept.

- It worried him at first, with his mindset, having a flu could be a death risk. And with you being stubborn and refusing to take time to heal yourself? God, he was thankful you couldn't hear his thoughts; you would laugh at his inner panic.

- Worried about your grades? What about your life?! He would fuss to Carlisle, almost begging him to get his whole stock of medicine. He will cure you !

- And you let it brew for days, and not once did he see you clean your nose, take a syrup or pills, or even fricking rest !

- He would follow after you like a lost puppy, as if aftaid you might be blown away by the slightest sneeze or pass out a each corner.

- Now, Edward knows he's cold as ice, he feels it, you feel it, but damn god your forehead almost burned his hand by how warm it was.

- He would litteraly beg for you to just go home and lay down, he promise he will bring you all your missed classes and homework. Just home already !

- But no, you never did, too stress to even fathom it. That's fine, no really, he's just on the edge of a mental break down :)

- Eventually, before he gets too carried away, might it be Rosalie (which would knock some sense in his head) or Esme, but in the end they reassure him. They know Edward still struggles to adapt to the medical evolution since he turned and especialy while having such a fragile human mate.

- Still, he's not letting you throw your health for grades you shouldn't even have to worry about ! You work hard enough.

- So, on one particulary cold day, he would be waiting for you right outside your door. He was sick of it and was determined to get you to rest even if it was the last thing he'd do.

- Of course, he won't show it at first. No, no he's just your freaked out loving boyfriend. With a small back full of medicine hiding behind his back.

- Edward would woo his way into making you trust him that you had nothing to worry about, Alice would get all your lessons and homework and bring them straight to you ! You deserved to heal yourself and be cared for.

- "Come on, love... you know it's healthy." He sighed and rubbed tbe back of his neck, a rare show of his vulnerability. "And... it's worrying me."

- You were feeling so feverish right now and so tired you were wondering how you eyes manager to stay open.

- "But.. I feel okay, I don't think it's not a good enough reason to ditch school.." You grumbled, more to yourself than to him.

- "Y/N." He called out, firmer this time but his golden eyes carrying his lingering fear. "I know you're worried, but the more you push the more you risk to actually fall gravelly sick and then you'd have no way to persue your studies."

- You sighed and glanced away, frustrated. But maybe today.. you could rest for a bit. You had a reading to do anyway !

- "Fine..." You grumbled. Edward sighed in utter relief, like the drama queen he is, and ushered you inside.

- He would insist on you staying in bed. He'll tug you in like a kid, bring you a hot water bottle to warm the bed from the inside and also a cold rag for your fever.

- The curtains are shut, the lights are lowered and sounds are reduced to assure your full rest and peace. Edward will prepare all the medicine you'd need, and spoon feed you the syrup since you were still too stubborn to do it yourself.

- (Yes... He would try to do the airplane with the spoon. No... you will not open your mouth for it.)

- You tried a few times to reach for your book or your phone, to get updated on your homework. But damnit, he was like a sentinelle, he was so quick to look at any suspicious sounds.

- Even once, when he was from the bathroom. "Nope."

- "But I didn't-"

- "Nope."

- In the end, you pouted, the only thing you could do really. But seeing Edwars being so much more relax then he had been in days, you feel a bit guilty. People do care for you, and while I was freaking out about my grades, they were worried for me.

- Edward would notice your troubled gaze and would place a tender kiss on warm forehead. "Stubborn girl..." He smiled warmly.

- You would smile and kiss his cheek in return, a small thank you.

- Edward wouldn't cuddle you, too scared to aggravate your condition. But he would lay beside you, fingers gingerly grazing his cold fingers alongside your forehead as he talked you in hushed tones as he read you your book.

- You heard the notifications and carefuly checked it, not to alarm Big Brother. It was Alice with her cheeky texts.

- Get spoiled, baby girl, it's one of the only perks you get from being sick ! Dang, I miss being sick :c Love you ! <3

- You chuckled quietly before laying back in the bed, Edward by your side, placing à soft kiss on the top of your head.

- He stayed until you fell asleep before leaving you for your well deserved rest.

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