#yeah though...*sigh*....I remember falling in Love every day in that class...

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pistanthrophobia : the fear of trusting people, forming close romantic relationships, and being vulnerable in interpersonal connections

' in which she can't escape her first love

•seong-je x reader

•part 7. (other parts are out on my profile !!💐)

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„There are all kinds of teams out there,” Baku’s loud voice tore the girl from her thoughts. She blinked a few times in surprise before refocusing on the conversation with her friends, slowly remembering where she was. The three of them were sitting in their classroom, chatting loudly as always. Baku had finally returned to school — something that made the girl genuinely happy — but truth be told, she wasn’t really present.

Her thoughts spun endlessly around Seong-je and what had happened between them. It had been a terrible mistake, one she couldn’t get past. Serim had been so foolish — why had she done it? Another sleepless night had passed, her mind racing, leaving her utterly exhausted. Still, she knew she couldn’t afford to skip school — it would’ve drawn too much attention. So, she fought her body every five minutes just to stay awake, forcing herself to concentrate on the conversation unfolding around her.

„A true master doesn’t care who he plays,” Baku finished with flair. Gotak, who was sitting in front of him, turned to Serim with an incredulous look. Even she couldn’t help but smile — he was talking nonsense again, but it was entertaining. The school day, though painful, provided a welcome distraction — something to pull her attention away from the man who had haunted her thoughts for a week straight.

The boys continued their lively debate, but at some point, Serim simply tuned out. They were fun, sure — but sometimes, their energy was just overwhelming, especially for an introvert like her. Lost in her thoughts, she idly drew little hearts in the notebook she hadn’t touched in hours. Serim was smart, but even she could benefit from paying a bit more attention in class, especially now that everything felt like it was getting harder. She sighed, frustrated, just as someone else snapped her out of her daydreams.

She turned around, confused, and saw Jun-tae standing with the new student in front of their group. Jun-tae lingered a little behind, gaze lowered, clearly nervous. The sight made Serim smile. She found him incredibly endearing.

„Hi, Jun-tae!” she greeted him warmly with a wave. He looked up, startled, but visibly relaxed when their eyes met. He gave her a quiet reply. God, he was just too sweet.

„We’re wanted in the teacher’s office,” the new student said, not paying attention to the girl, his voice rough and cold — which surprised Serim. Given his looks, she’d expected something softer. But she liked his voice; it had a calm sharpness that made her perk up. As his words sank in, she blinked. „Wait, me too?” she asked, confused, pointing to herself. Her friends just shrugged, just as clueless. Her gaze flicked back to Jun-tae, who nodded quickly, eyes full of pity.

A quiet „Yeah,” left his lips seconds later. Serim groaned internally. Of course. She didn’t regret helping her friends at all, but she’d arrived too late to actually do anything — which meant now she got in trouble for nothing. Just what she needed: a lecture from the principal when her life was already falling apart. She sighed audibly and followed the others as they trudged off toward the teacher’s office.

⸻

„This is such bullshit!” the girl shouted angrily across the schoolyard, kicking a rock hard as they walked toward the basketball court. The group had been assigned to volunteer at some random museum, and Serim was already groaning at the thought of wasting her day on pointless chores. What pissed her off the most was that she had absolutely nothing to do with the incident.

„I-I think it won’t be so bad,” Jun-tae offered in his usual soft tone, surprising Serim. He rarely spoke to her — she assumed he was scared of her, which made her laugh inside. Lee Serim wasn’t exactly terrifying. Maybe she’d left a bad impression after hitting Gotak in the tunnel, but he had totally deserved that. She made a silent decision to treat Jun-tae more kindly. She wasn’t against new friends, and he was genuinely sweet — something she couldn’t quite say about the new guy.

Yeon Sieun — she’d finally learned his name — was also quiet, but unlike Jun-tae, he didn’t really care to be polite. He was brutally honest, never sugarcoating anything. Surprisingly, Serim admired that about him. Sometimes, you just had to speak the truth, even when it wasn’t convenient. But still- he was kind off weird an off putting so Serim didn’t try that much to make a conversation with him.

„I think a little community service won’t kill us,” Hyun-tak added cheerfully, draping an arm around Jun-tae. Jun-tae flinched slightly but offered a nervous smile. Gotak mirrored the gesture. Serim tried to be as positive as them but failed miserably. There was nothing positive about wasting a free day on a school assignment.

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The next day, the teenagers were seated by a window, eating eagerly, exhausted from the mind-numbing work they’d done at the museum. Serim munched on a sandwich she’d packed the day before, listening quietly to the others’ conversation. Gotak and Baku still wore their silly costumes, which looked hilariously out of place. Suddenly, Baku held out his chopsticks, offering her a bite of his ramen. Serim accepted gratefully, her eyes rolling back in pleasure at the taste. Mouth full, she nodded enthusiastically and gave him a thumbs up.

„Good bite!” Baku laughed, wiping the sauce from the corner of her lips with a napkin.

„Are you two a thing or anything?” Sieun asked suddenly, and Gotak, two seats away, burst out laughing. Serim choked on her bite, coughing uncontrollably while Baku patted her back to help. Even he grinned at the ridiculous question.

Gotak was nearly in tears from laughing, clutching his stomach as he looked at Sieun in disbelief. Sieun just continued to stare at them confused, he was being dead serious, which only made Gotak laugh harder. Serim took the glass of water Jun-tae handed her and quickly drank, trying to clear her throat. That couldn’t have been a serious question… right?

„No, but I can see how someone might think that. The three of us are close — like siblings. So it could never be more than that,” Baku answered between chuckles. Serim shot him a grateful look, eyes still watery from the coughing fit. Gotak had finally calmed down but still wiped away tears from laughing so hard. The very idea was just absurd to them.

Sieun just nodded and kept eating as Baku shifted the conversation back to himself, proudly telling them how a girl had given him her number — only for it to turn out to be a joke, which made the group erupt in laughter all over again.

After a while, Serim excused herself and headed to the restroom to freshen up. She was sure her lip liner had smudged, thanks to Baku. In the mirror, she noticed she looked a little more put together than the last few days — she’d managed to wake up earlier and was now thankful for it. The museum visitors probably would’ve been horrified otherwise. Humming, she reapplied her makeup and washed her hands before leaving — not without adjusting her hair one last time.

Still humming and in slightly better spirits, she walked back out — until she saw a familiar figure emerge from the bathroom as well.

Fuck. No. This couldn’t be happening.

What the hell is he doing here? She barely had time to think before he noticed her, strolling up with that signature grin.

„I didn’t know you liked museums. If I had, I would’ve taken you to one sooner,” he said, eyes scanning her with amused interest. Serim forced herself not to let her thoughts drift to last time. Instead, she focused on something mundane — like his glasses. She didn’t want a conversation. She knew exactly where it would lead — just like it had before. Her stomach twisted. She couldn’t give him that kind of power over her again, no matter how much he intimidated her, no matter how much she still wanted him.

„There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she shrugged. A lie, of course. If anyone knew her inside and out, it was Park Hu-min, Go Hyun-tak, and Geum Seong-je. She crossed her arms and tried to meet his gaze with confidence. Keyword Tried.

Seong-je saw right through her act. He held back a laugh and quickly brushed his fingers over his lips.

„Sure. Whatever you say,” he said playfully, challenging her. Serim rolled her eyes, heart pounding. She stared at him, saying nothing. What was she supposed to say? She couldn’t tell right from wrong anymore — every glance he gave her twisted her thoughts inside out.

„How about a date then? Just us. Tomorrow afternoon, you know to start things over and maybe pick up where we left off last time?” he asked, stepping closer. Serim stayed rooted,as her thoughts ran back to last time, her arms still folded across her chest. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. He adjusted his glasses with a swift motion, watching her closely. She didn’t know what to say — but she wouldn’t let him see her nerves.

„How about a no?” she retorted, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Internally, she applauded herself. Petty? Maybe. But kind of hilarious. Even Seong-je laughed, deep and rough — a sound that gave her goosebumps.

God, how she’d missed that laugh.

She had to fight the urge to smile. All she wanted was to go back to the way things had been. But she hadn’t made peace with the fact that they never could.

„You’re cute when you pretend like I don’t have this effect on you,” he murmured, lifting her chin with one finger. Serim froze, staring into his eyes, terrified by how weak she felt. Damn him. Damn Geum Seong-je and the hold he had on her.

„You think I don’t notice how you look at me? How your eyes search for mine, how your body stiffens the second I’m near?” He leaned in. There was barely any space left between them.

His gaze dropped to her lips, and hers flicked to his — still curled in that damn grin. How badly she wanted to feel them again. What was wrong with her?

„This is what I do to you. And I think it’s time you gave in, just like your body already has.” His voice was a whisper now — low, close, dangerous.

Serim wanted to respond, but no sound came out. She was like a mouse caught in a trap. She should’ve known he’d pull her into this again. She cursed herself. Cursed him.

„Serim?” Baku’s voice came from behind — and Serim froze all over again.

No. No. No, no, no. Anything but this.

Seong-je looked surprised, too. He glanced over Serim’s shoulder and rolled his eyes when he saw Baku. He didn’t move away, but slowly withdrew his hand from her chin, muttering a quiet “Motherfucker,” just loud enough for her to hear.

She didn’t want to turn around. But she had to. Slowly, she turned, face burning with shame. Baku looked between them, confused, then stepped forward. Serim’s heart pounded — terrified of what he might say. She’d messed up, and her friends were going to call her out for it — exactly what she didn’t need right now.

Before Baku could speak, she spun around, jabbing a finger into Seong-je’s chest. “If you don’t leave me alone soon, you’re going to have a real fucking problem,” she said in a low, threatening voice, just loud enough for all three of them to hear.

Then she turned sharply and walked away, leaving them both standing there. She didn’t need more problems — especially not the kind that looked like Seong-je. And she definitely didn’t need the lecture Baku was probably about to give.

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i saw this tiktok and i was wondering if u could write reader who does this for eddie on valentine’s day?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8Ykn9DA/

My deepest apologies that I didn’t get this done in time for Valentine’s Day. Pls blame the flu and pls enjoy this little blurb 💕

Words: 1.6k

“I have no idea what to get him.”

You sigh as you exit the bookstore into the mall atrium. There’s an open table near Orange Julius and you head in its direction. The legs of the chair scrape against the linoleum flooring as you pull it out and gracelessly fall into it. Max takes the seat across the table from you and gives you a thoroughly unimpressed look.

“You’re kidding me, right?” she asks. “You could hand him a Q-tip and he’d be thrilled. Eddie doesn’t give a shit about presents. But he’s completely over the moon for you.”

“I know.” Despite the whine in your tone, there’s a smile on your face. It still feels like you have to pinch yourself every time you think about how much Eddie loves you. “I just want to give him something meaningful. That he’ll truly like. What did you get Lucas?”

Max shrugs and inspects the nails on her right hand.

“Nothing yet. There’s still plenty of time between now and Valentine’s Day for him to piss me off. So I’ll probably end up getting him something that I want too, in case he’s an asshole and I decide to keep it.”

“You’re no help.” You slide down in your chair and run your hands over your face.

The competing smells off the food court waft over to you. As appealing as they’d usually be, you’re too stressed to be tempted by any of it. Despite Max’s claim that there’s plenty of time between now and Valentine’s Day, one week didn’t seem like a whole lot of time for you to find the perfect gift for your boyfriend. Nothing jumped out at you in the bookstore—except the books you know Eddie already has and loves. None of the clothes in these new fashionable stores had anything that Eddie would wear. That significantly narrows down the shopping options at Starcourt.

Your eyes scan over the stores that are visible from your seat at the table and your attention snags on Guitar Center. Without speaking a word to your friend, you push yourself out of the hard chair and head towards the store. Max follows along behind you, heaving a small sigh.

“Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” Max asks as you look at the different electric guitars displayed high up on a wall.

“Not a clue.”

Max nods her head as she strums her fingers along the strings of an acoustic guitar at eye level.

“What if you made something for Eddie?” she asks.

“I thought about that,” you answer with a sigh. “I just don’t know what I’d–huh.”

The abrupt cut-off of your sentence catches Max’s attention and she attempts to follow your line of sight. She’s left confused though when she sees your gaze trained on a medium-sized bag of blue and green guitar picks.

“Um…” Max hums and slips her hands into the back pockets of her jeans when you never complete your thought. “Care to share with the class?”

You cock your head to the side as you look at the picks.

“Well, it’s just…” You take a few steps forward and grab the package from the shelf. “These kind of remind me of flower petals. What if there was a way I could…”

“Yes!” The redhead excitedly steps around you so that you’re speaking face-to-face. “You could use a wire as the stems.”

This is the first real idea you’ve had for a present for Eddie but…

“It’s not…dumb, is it? Like, childish to make this for him?”

“Childish? Are you kidding me?” Max’s eyebrows don’t look like they can raise any higher on her forehead. “Babe, our boyfriends are in a club where they play a fantasy game. With made-up magical characters. Do you remember what the last new character that Lucas came up with was named? Sir Shits-a-lot. And all the guys found it hilarious.”

“And he had the power to give everyone else diarrhea yeah…” You sigh and nod your head, remembering that very long week.

“Right,” Max says. “So, I think these homemade flowers are exquisitely elegant in comparison.”

With a nod of finality, you grip the picks tighter in your hand.

“Thanks, Lady Shits-a-lot.”

When Valentine’s Day arrives, you have the bouquet nicely tucked into a box, wrapped up with a red bow. Eddie’s van pulls into your driveway at 7:02am like clockwork, and you hop inside with your backpack and gift.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Eddie greets, his smile bright and his cheeks red from the cold outside.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Eds!” You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. It’s not good enough, apparently, as Eddie whines and chases your mouth with his own. With a soft chuckle, you press your lips to his and give him a proper kiss.

“Thank you,” he says pointedly. “And happy Valentine's Day to you, my love.”

You drop your backpack at your feet and settle the gift box in your lap. When you raise your head you see there’s a gift wrapped in red paper sitting on the dashboard between you and Eddie.

“Should we wait, or…?” He asks when he sees you spot the present. “I don’t know if you had some plan or idea or anything but I’m just really fucking excited to give you your present.”

“Screw plans,” you say and gently toss Eddie’s gift into his lap. “I’m excited too.”

“See? This is why we’re perfect together.” Your boyfriend winks, grabs your present off the dashboard, and hands it to you. “You go first.”

It’s impossible to get any traction on the wrapping paper while wearing your black mittens, so you tug them off and go at it again. The wrapping tears away to reveal a purple paperback book staring up at you, the cover dotted in imagery that you’ve come to know quite well. D20s and various other D&D symbols surround the title that’s in bold black letters: “Dungeons and Dates.”

“It’s a romancey kind of book, but the love interest is a Dungeon Master in his school’s D&D club,” Eddie says. You look over at him to see him grinning nervously. “It’s me!”

With a gentle chuckle, you lean over and press kisses all along his mouth.

“I love it. I can’t wait to read it.”

“Really?” Eddie doesn’t look completely sold.

“Yes,” you insist, picking the book up from your lap. “It’s about damn time someone wrote a love interest that’s almost as amazing as my boyfriend.”

Eddie’s cheeks turn a slightly darker shade of red, but this time it’s not from the weather.

“Okay, my turn,” he says.

Nimble fingers quickly undo the bow on the box, and before reaching to take the lid off, he slips the red ribbon beneath his curly locks and uses it to tie his hair into a low ponytail. You chuckle fondly as you reach out and stroke the bunched-up curls. The red definitely looks good in his dark hair.

Back to business, Eddie lifts the lid off the box and sets it down between the two of you. You study his face as he looks down at his present. It takes a few seconds for Eddie’s eyes to absorb what he’s seeing and his brain to figure out what it is.

“Holy shit.” Eddie reaches down and gently picks up the bouquet by its thick silver base stem. He turns it this way and that, the dim sunlight coming through the front windshield reflecting on the diverting branches of thin wire and the marbled blues and greens that make up the petals. “This is so fucking cool. Where did you get it?”

“I made it.”

Your words cause Eddie to take his eyes off his present for the first time. The look of shock on his face grows as he widens his eyes and his plump pink lips part.

“You…made this?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie looks back at the flowers, appreciating them in a whole new light as he tries to find how they were put together.

“How?” he asks.

“Just some wires, picks, and pliers,” you say with a shrug.

“Sweetheart, this is…incredible. Holy shit.”

His praise warms your cheeks and your heart.

“You really like them?”

Eddie glances over at you and his expression asks if you’re crazy.

“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever gotten. Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.”

You reach over and take his free hand in your own.

“You are very welcome.”

You just watch as Eddie keeps inspecting his present from every angle.

“We should get a vase and some water to put these in.” The quirk on one side of his mouth clues you in that he’s kidding around.

“Ah, yes,” you say with a sigh. “Just what they need: rust.”

Eddie laughs and brings your entwined hands up to his mouth to kiss along your knuckles.

“Think I can leave them in the van for the day? I’d hate for them to shrivel up and die.”

Now you roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s goofiness.

“I think they’ll survive,” you reply. “They’re pretty tough.”

“Or I can just bring them in and show off to everyone how much my girl spoils me. How goddamn lucky I am.”

You grin. “Will you make a grand display of showing them off? Say, by walking across cafeteria tables and making a proclamation for the entire room to hear?”

“Yeah, that sounds like me.” Eddie gives you a wink.

“How romantic,” you coo, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

He throws you another wink.

“Only the best for my Valentine.”

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HAIII okay buttered noodles r 10/10 what :0 ummmm I forgot what I was gonna ask hold on

HAII!! thank u for reminding me to post this oneshot!! somehow!! 0_<

(thank you for the buttered noodle appeciation <3!!)

cashier!hange zoë meet cute!!

part two maybe!! :3 i'll be back in a little bit with a cowboy!hange request!! i've had this one in the drafts for a while hehe ^^ (divider creds to @/cinnamoncafe!!)

part one

hange tapped their fingers on their register, absentmindedly glancing around the empty convenience store. soft bossa nova was playing in the background, soothing their brain into mush. it didn’t help with how hot the sun was- the whirring of the A/C practically coaxed them into nap time.

they needed to stay awake though. to see you.

about 3 months ago, the janky automatic doors had opened to reveal the most stunning human being they'd ever seen- which just so happened to be yourself.

you hadn’t done much to win their affection, but the simple way you had strolled in, bought a snack, and literally just complimented their hair made Hange fall head over heels in love.

it embarrassed them that they barely knew anything about you- how could someone be so deeply in love and so utterly clueless at the same time???

that didn’t matter now though. what mattered now was that their watch them it was 3pm- the exact hour you’d be showing up.

Eand sure enough, two minutes later, you strode into the shop, shooting Hange a smile that made their knees turn to jelly and their heart skip a concerning amount of beats.

oh gods- what were they going to say?? internally, Hange cursed themself heavily. they were a scientist for heavens sake- shouldn’t they be prepared for any outcome??

they followed your slow figure throughout the store closely, resting their hand on their palm like a little kid making googly eyes at their crush.

when they heard the sound of your shoes clacking against the tile floors, Hange immediately sprang back up to assume their usual cashier position.

nervously, they shot you a grin as you placed your items on their counter, trying their best to seek as normal as humanly possible.

“hey, you’re hange, right?” they perked up hopefully. “levi’s friend?” a fist of disappointment punched them square in the face.

yet another gorgeous girl was going to ask them to set her up with levi ackerman- Hange’s best friend and fellow bandmate.

mentally letting out a deep sigh, they responded.

“yeah, that’s me. why’re you asking?” they playfully quirked up one eyebrow. “wait, wait, let me guess- you want me to set you up with him?"

almost immediately you made a fake gagging noise, much to Hange’s surprise. “sorry, sorry!! that’s kinda rude of me. he’s just like… not my type. if you get what I mean.”

hange thanked whatever generous deity had blessed them today, because OH MY GOD YOU WERE QUEER!!!

“oh, yeah no, i totally get that. i swing that way myself.” they chuckled, scanning another one of your items. “but- why would ya ask about Levi if you didn’t want to fuck him or something?”

you gave hange a quick once-over with a look of disbelief, like they’d just said something absolutely outrageous.

“i knew you guys hung out and- i wanted to get closer to you.” intense eye contact ensues. “you seem like a cool person and… we knew each other in highschool, so it’d be cool to reconnect.”

hange’s brain immediately stopped working. you went to the same school as them??? surely they would’ve remembered someone as breathtaking as you being in the same vicinity as them!!

“oh, for real? I don’t really remember highschool at all!” a plain lie. they could tell you every single detail about every day they were in that building since freshman year.

"wait, actually?" you raised an eyebrow at them. "are you sure? i was in, like, all of your classes every year. we did tons of projects together too..."

shiiiittttt... how were they going to salvage this??

"cooool. man, i wish i could remember you, you seem really interesting..." hange sighs dramatically and leans against the counter, putting on their strange nerd charm as much as possible. "if only there were some way for us to connect again, after all this time..."

they deeply exhale once more, halfheartedly scanning the last of your items while looking up at you through their oval shaped glasses.

"if you want my number you should just ask for it, dork." you giggled at their antics, sliding forward a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket.

for about a solid minute, hange stood there, staring at the piece of paper you had given them.

was this actually happening?

"oh, sweeeeet! thanks."

they stood there smiling like it was the medieval times they'd been given a dozen cows or something.

now, hange was frozen. which you hadn't prepared for.

it seemed they had two ways they could be excited: the first way was the most common, where they ran around screaming while flapping their hands, a triumphant glimmer in their eyes.

the second way was... this. they would be staring at something unblinkingly, a impossibly wide smile plastered on their lips, completely silent.

"uh... hange? you alright there?"

they look up from the note, the blinding sunlight from the dirty store windows making their irises look like deep, dark pools of honey. cliche, i know.

"yeah! yeah- i could never be better, honestly." hange clears their throat, trying to look as unflustered as possible.

"well, i've gotta go. got some errands to run before i crash tonight." you shoot them a quick smile- they try not to melt. "you'll call me later, won't you?"

hange tried their best to hold back their wide grin, nodding as they slid forward the plastic bag full of your goodies.

"i'll see ya later, cutie."

the second you left the store, their entire body immediately relaxed and an unfamiliar warmth creeped up onto their cheeks.

for the first time in forever, they are absolutely smitten.

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[sorry if this isn't very good !! i'm going thru a yucky writer's block, so this was just a quick thing i needed to put out, hehe ^^]

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remember your first: valentine’s day special

⌞ PART ONE ⌝ || ⌞ PART TWO ⌝

pairing: non-idol!hyeongjun x fem!reader

genre: smut, slice of life ( 18+ ) ── 1.1k words

your official boyfriend han hyeongjun arrives at your doorstep at midnight with flowers and a heart shaped box of chocolates in hand - the same han hyeongjun who’s always made fun of you for falling for a lame cash grab

✎… established relationship, soft!dom!junhan, sub!reader, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!rec), dirty talk, pet names, brief mentions of slapping and hickeys

a.note ! you can feel free to read this spin-off if you haven’t read the official part two fic, but i will say, you’d understand the dynamics between the characters and the importance of this event for them a little bit better if you’ve read both parts beforehand, but still, it’s not necessary. happy v day!

( xdh masterlist )

A sudden ringing at your doorbell startles you just as you’re about to fall asleep.

Frowning, you reach for your phone to see what time it is. Well, it’s not that late - 23:50 o’clock, but since you have classes early in the morning tomorrow, and no plans tonight, you decided to catch up on some sleep.

You’re definitely not expecting guests.

Another ring buzzes throughout your apartment as you put your hoodie over your thin top. In a pair of socks, you rush to the door with drowsy footsteps and slowly pull it open.

It’s not a person, the first thing your eyes see, - it’s a bouquet of deep red roses.

You open the door wide. It’s him. Hyeongjun.

His hand holds the flowers in front of his face, hiding it from you. But you recognise every other part of him; from his slightly worn out denim jacket to his black nails and relaxed posture.

It turns out he’s not that at ease though once he reveals himself.

His dark hair is a little messy as if he’d run his hand through it too many times on his way here. His jaw is a bit tense and his lips seem to br unable to move as his eyes keep shifting away from yours. Is he… nervous?

Embarrassed?

Your gaze flickers up and down, from the bouquet to his expression, and you can’t tell which of those confuses you more.

“Uhm… what are you doing here?”

Your lips twitch in a smile you try to control for a little longer; you have an idea of what has led him here, but still… what if you’re dreaming?

Instead of answering, Hyeongjun pulls something from behind his back with his other hand - a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

You can't help but stare while slowly accepting the flowers first.

“Is this a prank?”

“I can return them.”

“No!” You almost let out a chuckle as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I just thought Valentine's day was dumb.”

Hyeongjun looks away for a second, then back at you as you lean against the doorframe; the corner of his mouth slides up in a smirk that doesn't reaches his eyes just yet.

“Yeah, well... it still is.” He murmurs while drumming against the box of chocolates. “But you like it.”

For a moment, you're tongue-tied. You still to watch the boy who made fun of you last year for falling for a lame cash grab standing in front of your door at 12 am with roses and candy, as though he stepped out of one of your guilty pleasure rom-com movies.

Because he's in love with you.

At once, you step closer and press a soft kiss on his lips.

Just for a moment, Hyeongjun's body freezes beneath your tender touch; his hand drops to rest on your waist as the pleasant thrill causes him to sigh against your lips.

“You know,” you whisper, biting your lip before saying it, “this is really romantic...”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Oh, I will make a big deal out of it.” You laugh softly, inviting him inside your home by pulling at his shirt.

The minute he takes off his shoes, you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. This time your lips crash against his; out of strong endearment mixed with joy, but also passion. The lamp on your nightstand remains just as you left it, casting a warm, golden glow that lands softly on your face when you kneel down.

Your hands hurry to unzip his pants, but to your surprise, Hyeongjun stops them.

“Is something wrong?” You look up at him, noticing how his gaze seems softer tonight.

He doesn’t respond right away, just shakes his head as he signals you to stand up. With no rush, he helps you strip from your clothes, then tells you to get on the bed, watching the movements of your naked body as if it's his first time seeing it in such intimate state.

His hands rest on top of your tummy as he swipes his flat tongue against your clit; a slow gentle motion that turns into a kiss. The following sucks of his lips come in a sensational combination with a nice amount of saliva trickling down your folds and swift flicks from the tip of his tongue.

Soon enough, the arousing thrill in your core forms into a warm tight knot. In the heat of the moment, you grab onto Hyeongjun's hands for support, begging him not to stop.

His fingers intertwine with yours on the instant, feeling how your grip tightens as his mouth leisurely maintains the same steady rhythm - relaxed, but easily bringing you on cloud nine.

You're still holding hands when he finally shoots you a glance; the familiar desperation he loves seeing on your face is evident, reminding him of the tightness in his own underwear, but more than anything - making him want to turn that piece of delight swirling in your tummy into an unforgettable moment of euphoria.

His one hand pulls away to feel your arousal, to tease your throbbing walls slowly.

“So needy tonight, aren't you, baby...” It's not a question, because the answer is more than clear. “You were ready to take my cock without even asking me first.” His smirk lasts a second as his teeth sink into your inner thigh, giving you a firm, yet playful bite, that leaves a light, wet mark; near a fading hickey.

“I'm sorry, I just...” You stop mid sentence, unable to suppress your moan in time “... wanted to give you something nice too, but I should've asked...”

You expect him to land a slap on your body somewhere, to spit on your pussy and call you names - the usual ways you magnify your mutual pleasure that never stop being exciting, - but he only represses a chuckle and moves onto removing his clothes.

As he gets on top of you, with hair falling over his face and arms locking you in place beneath him, a soft whimper escapes your mouth during the smooth entering of his length.

“You've given me so much already,” he says almost in a whisper while holding your chin with his fingers and staring down at your parted lips.

In the meantime, his hips grind against you, causing his tip to softly invade you as deep as possible.

Your heart skips a beat as you take a minute to cherish this moment... his words, and how he uses them, sincerely and without hesitation; the way his dark eyes do not dare to lock with yours, not because he doesn't want to, but because of the vulnerability of his confession.

“And I will continue to give you more.” Your hands find their way to the sides of his neck; fingertips tracing the warmth of his skin, grounding him in the tenderness of your touch.

Then, a smile forms on both of your faces - expressing affection and quiet relief at the same time.

In this fleeting moment, even Hyeongjun can't deny it… maybe, just maybe... this is kind of romantic.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[cathulucos]

Retirement

CW: Christianity, Death,

As the weeks go by Adora gets used to the new routine of her classes and gets closer with her classmates. By far, her favourite teacher is Mr. Noah but, she still wants to talk to Professor Adlay about retiring. After learning about her past she’s been mixed up, Adora’s been scared to tell anyone what she knows. She doesn’t want to get pushed to retire when she’s just begun.

Sighing Adora enters the Human Angel Safety classroom and takes her seat. Professor Adlay was already at her desk organising the days' lesson. Adora glances over the board before tensing. They’re learning about retirement today. How does that connect to Human Angel Safety? Why are they learning about retirement? Adora clenches her hands together and looks down at her lap scared. What if they know what she knows and want her to retire? What if they think she’s not strong enough?

“Hey Adora, hm we’re learning about retiring today huh? You seem a little tense? Everything okay?” Addon says sitting beside her like every day.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just, I don’t know what to think of todays lesson plan. Isn’t retirement like a big thing? Why is it in this class?”

“Well, I guess we’ll find out won’t we?” Addon laughs half heartedly pulling out his notes.

“Welcome class, today we will be learning about retirement in angels. Now I’ve noticed some rumours going around that I’m retire. And I am so you all can stop the whispers. Retirement happens when a worker is no longer able to complete their duties as a worker for a variety of reasons. The most common reason for retirement is because people get bored of the routine now a days, to those people I say disgrace. You choose this route you stay by it til the end,”

The whole class is shocked watching Professor Adlay. Everyone hangs onto her words silently. Adora stays silent with her head down, but she clings to every word just like the others.

“Other reasons are minor infractions that are not corrected through classes. These include falling in love with humans, interfering with the human world too much, starting fights, and ignoring jobs,” Professor Adlay continues.

Adora looks up quickly. She didn’t mention graves, or past lives. Why didn’t she mention them? Addon glances at Adora confused, who smiles softly back. The lesson continues on talking in depth about infractions and how retirement happens and the effects of it. The Human Angel Safety class always goes by so quickly with how much Professor Adlay talks. Soon enough everyone else is packing up the notes whilst Adora brews in her seat.

“You coming Adora?” Addon asked, looking at her with concern.

“I’m gonna stay back and talk to Professor Adlay for a bit. Don’t wait up for me, it’s alright,” Adora says smiling bright to hide the fear she’s feeling.

Addon furrows his brows but nods before saying his goodbyes and leaving. Once the class has dispersed Adora gathers her courage in a breathe and walks up to her Professor.

“Hello, Professor Adlay,” Adora says softly. Even though Adora was about a head taller than the teacher the aura she gave off made her feel meek and terrified. 

“Hello,” Professor Adlay says before standing to meet with Adora, “you’re Adora, right? What can I help you with. Did you struggle with today’s lesson?”

Adora was taken aback by her soft nature. In every lesson she seems so cold and rigid but right now she seems attentive and caring. “Not exactly. In your lesson plan. You said there were only five ways to retire: getting bored, falling in love with a human, too much interference, fights, and not taking jobs?”

“That’s correct, what about it?”

“What about remembering your past?” Adora asked softly.

Professor Adlay looked at Adora quizzically. “Knowing your past? Workers don’t know their past, they don’t have a past,” she says sternly.

“Don’t you remember your past when you find your grave though? I’ve been told that at least. And I was told that most angels don’t keep working afterwords. So I was just curious if that was true and why you would skip that?” Adora continued softly holding onto her dress tightly.

“Who’s telling you such things? Why are they telling you such things?” she asks, her voice turning sour and accusatory.

“Well, I don’t know, I heard it around. Because of the rumours. I was just wondering if it was true Professor,”

“You’re not a good liar Adora. Most angels retire after finding out about their past, but it’s not something you should seek out. That’s why it’s not in the lesson plan. So how did you find out?”

“I was taking a walk when I found my grave. I was just worried that I would be pushed to do something. But I still want to be a guardian angel, I still want to help people. I just want to figure some stuff out. I’m sorry Professor,’ Adora undertones.

“Don’t worry, I see potential in you. Not every angel that remembers retires. Sometimes it helps them grow as an angel. And you will grow to become a great angel. You have a strong dedication and seriousness in class. I see it,” Professor Adlay says setting a hand ontop of Adoras’.

“Thank you, Professor,” Adora says nodding her goodbyes before leaving.

[staytheb]

Just A Little Bit; Falling For You - Chapter Four: spring term

Word Count: 6,229 Summary: Spring term has started and Melanie has a rumored about dating Jake already. The cousins participate in a White Day event due to two of their friends and Ni-Ki catches on. Serena gets caught by Heeseung upon delivering a love letter for Sunghoon written by Linna. previous  chapter || next chapter

updated: 6.1.24

"So, when did you write Jake a confession letter?" Linna asked Melanie, joining her at one of the two university's libraries.

They were currently at the Central Library for their Thursday's tutoring session as the spring term's been in session for about two weeks now. The pair had tutoring every Tuesdays and Thursdays after their classes were done for the day. Melanie cast her cousin with a puzzled look.

"I've never wrote him one." Melanie clarified with a weird look.

"What makes you think I wrote a confession letter to Jake?"

"Oh, so you didn't give him a love letter?"

Linna shot her cousin a weird look, too, as Melanie shook her head.

"No, I didn't."

However, she cast her cousin with a look.

"What makes you think I gave him one?"

"Well, that's what I've been hearing all around campus all day today."

A giggle escaped from Linna's lips before continuing.

"Well, more amongst the female population though."

She gave her cousin a pointed look.

"They're the one talking about it and wouldn't stop either."

Melanie rolled her eyes before explaining upon recalling the said event.

"Oh okay. I remember now."

She sighed.

"So, technically I did give Jake one, but I didn't write it."

Another sigh left Melanie's lips.

"This girl, Kim Nara, from my Tuesday and Thursday class kept insisting I give it to him and basically just shoved it in my hand while running off afterward."

Linna's brows furrowed.

"Okay, but why you though?"

"Because we're close and he and I have a Monday and Wednesday class, too."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Melanie shrugged.

"Honestly, I don't really know, but Kim Nara didn't have the courage to give it to him and thought I could be of help."

Another sigh escaped Melanie's lips.

"I gave it to him the same day she gave it to me when I happened to see him during school, but she didn't identify who she was in the letter."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. So, that left him to give it back to me yesterday since I was the one that gave it to him."

Linna quietly laughed at the whole thing as Melanie rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed.

"Apparently, Jake corrected her grammatical errors and she's blaming me."

"You read it?"

"I basically skimmed it, thinking it was math notes until I actually stared at the words because he didn't put it back in it's envelope and the letter looked normal, too."

Linna giggled as Melanie rolled her eyes again while casting her cousin a pointed look.

"Anyway, shouldn't you be with your own tutor by now?"

Linna giggled again.

"Well, Yonghee's running a little late today, but that's why I'm just bugging you until then."

"Must be nice."

Linna's tutor, Kim Yonghee, was actually Serena's ex-boyfriend back when they were in their first year of high school although they attended different high schools at the time while dating for less than a year. They broke up amicably before the start of their second year and remained friends of sort to this day.

"Don't worry, Youngseo."

Linna grinned mischievously.

"Jake will be here soon to accompany you."

Melanie frowned as she swatted at a giggling Linna.

"Stop. Do I need to bring up Sunghoon for you."

Linna stopped giggling, scowling.

"Please, no."

"That's what I thought.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, we're meeting our sisters at Simplistic after tutoring's done since they're helping their favorite person with an art assignment at the moment."

"I did not sign up for this." Serena grumbled while painting.

"I can't believe I got roped into this somehow."

"Nah, for real." Kierra agreed as she, too, was painting.

"Why are we even here in the first place?"

"Ni-Ki tricked us some how." Serena commented, giggling.

"I did not. Y'all agreed, but just forgot." Ni-Ki clarified.

"Oh, right."

The two recalled that moment when he asked him for their help last week. Anyway, the pair were helping Ni-Ki with his art banner while in one of the art rooms and it's been less than an hour since they started.

"Don't you have other friends that can help you?" Kierra questioned despite enjoying herself.

"I do, but they're busy and you two are never busy." Ni-Ki answered with a knowing smile, still painting.

"What makes you think that?" Serena asked, pausing in mid-coloring.

Ni-Ki didn't look up as he continued to paint the outline of his main character in the center of the banner.

"Because the two of you have no life besides work and school."

"True." The pair agreed, chuckling.

The trio continued to work until Ni-Ki got bored and ended up fingerpainting onto his two friends.

"Yah! Nishimura Riki?!"

Both wiped off the paint from their cheeks and glared at him. Ni-Ki laughed with a cheeky look, clearly enjoying what he had just done. Just as the pair were about to retaliate with Ni-Ki about to make a run for it, the classroom's doors opened revealing Heeseung and Jay.

"Yo, Ni-Ki! We're here."

"Yeah, let's hurry so we can get to dance practice."

Both parties just stared at one another until Serena broke the silence.

"Alright, cool then."

She pointed between herself and her cousin.

"Hayoun and I are gonna go now."

Serena softly smacked Ni-Ki on the right cheek with her left hand that was painted yellow to get back at him.

"Oh, yes, let's go."

Kierra did the same thing, but with her right hand against his left cheek, leaving a red handprint. The cousins admired their artwork with a grin.

"Ooh, very nice."

"Such a lovely artwork."

The two giggled while they pressed their painted hands onto the canvas.

"Now, that's leaving a mark." Kierra commented as she and Serena chuckled.

"Yes, definitely a mark for sure."

The pair glanced at Ni-Ki.

"Later."

"Wait." Ni-Ki called out to them.

"Nah." The pair responded, laughing.

They ignored him while waving at Ni-Ki.

"Okay, buh-bye!"

Both grabbed their belongings with their clean hands, shot a smile at Heeseung and Jay before dashing out of the classroom to wash off the rest of the paint as they laughed along the way. Jay and Heeseung stared after the duo with an amused smile before focusing their attention onto Ni-Ki.

"So, to be honest..."

He shrugged nonchalant while shaking his head with a sheepish laugh as he wiped off the paint from his cheeks.

"I actually don't have that much left to do."

Melanie was working on a few math problems, using the formula that Jake had to re-explain to her as she didn't quite understand it in class on Tuesday, when she felt eyes on her a moment later. She briefly glanced up to see Jake staring at her with a small smile.

"Uh, yes?"

She seemed hesitant in saying something.

"How's it going?" He asked as he flashed her a friendly smile.

"Much easier, Jake. Thanks."

She returned the same gesture yet hoped he would look elsewhere. For some reason, before any of this, she hadn't minded, but not all of a sudden, she did.

"No problem, Youngseo."

Her eyes returned to her paper yet the feeling of being stared at remained, but not as strongly as before and didn't comment on it. Melanie quickly finished the rest of the problems before handing it over for Jake to review. Just then the timer on his phone went off, signaling the end of their tutoring session.

"Ah, sorry. It seems our session ends here." He apologized as she shook her head.

Melanie actually didn't mind it all too much that it was now over.

"It's okay, but thank you for the much needed help."

"Yeah, I don't mind, Youngseo." Jake said in a cheery tone.

"You're easy to teach and learn quickly than others."

Just before he handed Melanie her paper back, Jake quickly took a photo of it.

"I'll review your work after dance practice and let you know if something is wrong."

"Awesome, and no rush. This isn't due until next Thursday anyway."

"Okay, cool."

The pair collected their materials, packed up their things, and headed to the entrance of the library together.

"I'll see you in class next Monday then, yeah?"

Jake cast Melanie with another friendly smile as she briefly nodded.

"Yeah, Jake, see you then."

She flashed him a smile.

"Take care."

"Later, Youngseo."

He shot her another smile before heading off first even glancing back to shoot her another wave and smile.

"Yeah."

She felt some type of way when he did that as he's never done that before. Still, Melanie just remained calm, cool, and collect about it while letting out a deep breath.

"This is ridiculous." She muttered, shaking her head.

Melanie turned the other way, ran a hand through her hair, and knew that her sister and older cousin would tease her about the so-called rumor going around about her and Jake if it spread that much at all. Then again, it might not be all that since only one person would've cared as Kim Nara was the concerned party and probably got offended about the whole love letter situation. 

"So you and Jake are lovers now or something like that now?"

Serena directed her attention onto her sister with a teasing look as Kierra gasped playfully.

"Wow. I can't believe you didn't tell us that you and Jake are an item now."

Linna snickered at the situation as Melanie rolled her eyes at the older two.

"It's not even like that." Melanie scoffed.

"Where did you even hear that from?"

The quartet were having snacks and drinks at their workplace in a corner booth, away from others as to not distract their co-workers.

"Minseo and I overheard this group of girls talking at the school gate when we left earlier." Kierra explained with a giggle.

"Seems serious yet not so serious."

"Seriously, people love to gossip." Melanie mumbled, annoyed.

"What else did they say?" Linna probed, interested.

Kierra replied nonchalantly.

"One of them was upset about spelling corrections on a letter and that he couldn't have done it and it must be that 'Park Youngseo' person that did it out of jealousy or something like that. The girls were clearly upset and angered."

Melanie sighed with another eye-roll.

"So dumb and that's Kim Nara's fault for not letting Jake know that it was her that wrote the letter."

Kierra diverted the conversation elsewhere instead.

"Forget them. How did your math tutoring go with Jake then?"

Melanie shrugged nonchalantly.

"Same as normal. He'll check my work after dance practice. Other than that, we both know the real story and the rumors can suck it."

The three hummed in agreement as Kierra cast her sister with a knowing look.

"So, what about you and Sunghoon then?"

"Nothing."

Kierra just wanted to tease her sister some more.

"Don't be like that." She cooed, playfully.

"Any new developments?"

"No." Linna flatly said with a shake of her head.

"None whatsoever."

"Well, maybe y'all can do a double date or something."

"No!" Both younger sisters answered causing their sisters to raise a brow, amused.

"Oh?"

Just as Kierra wanted to now tease the younger two, Serena changed the subject.

"Hey, Hayoun, who's the model in your photographs?"

Kierra almost spit out her drink, but Serena continued speaking.

"The one for those couple-like project from last semester."

Kierra side-eyed Serena to which the latter just smiled in response as she wanted Kierra to have a taste of her own medicine.

"She has the portfolio at home. The model, he's a student of Hyebi University, too."

"Ooh, who is it?"

"Is it someone we know?"

Kierra slightly glared at Serena, but brought out her phone nonetheless.

"It's Jay."

"Ooh la la." The younger two cooed as they went through Kierra's gallery.

"I blame you."

Kierra shifted her attention onto Serena as the latter shrugged.

"Hey, that's a 'you and Jay' problem."

Kierra scowled.

"Shut up."

However the younger two wanted to join in the teasing to get back at Kierra.

"What's wrong with Jay, Hayoun?"

"Yeah, Hayoun, what did he ever do to you?"

Kierra knew the two younger ones were teasing, but still.

"Everything." She grumbled.

"Why was he your model?" Linna asked a second later.

"Or how did he become your model?"

Kierra sighed before speaking.

"Our professors are best friends and they thought it would be cool to collaborate or whatever last semester."

"So what did he get out of it for being your muse?" Melanie inquired a second later.

"His muse in return." Kierra mumbled.

The younger continued their teasing upon hearing that.

"Ooh, that's cute."

"Yeah, so what has he done that's inspired by you?"

Kierra sighed, not really wanting to tell the duo, but gave in anyway.

"Some fashion clothing designs."

"Ooh." The duo cooed as Linna recalled something.

"Hey, is he the one gave you that cute cream colored scrunchie with Pochacco on it?"

"Yes." Kierra confirmed as Melanie eyed her.

"Okay, but why haven't you worn the said scrunchie though?"

"I just never found a reason to wear it. That's all."

"You should wear it." Linna suggested as Melanie nodded.

"Yeah, you should so that he knows you appreciate his efforts."

"I'll think about it." Kierra responded.

Before the two could teased further, Serena re-directed the conversation elsewhere after checking her phone.

"Hey, Woojoo and Sujin just messaged if we could help them out with something."

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!" Sujin greeted the crowd as Woojoo introduced their friends onto the makeshift stage.

"Please give a warm welcome to, WHITE WISHES!"

The cousins politely waved at the crowd gathered on their school's campus where Woojoo and Sujin were a part of the Student Council and needed a last minute act to join the other performing acts after three of them dropped out last night unexpectedly. The cousins were bribed with snacks and drinks for another month again for helping out once more. However, the the younger two didn't mind at all in helping this time around, but the older two caved in so easily into their sisters' hands.

"These lovely ladies are gonna charmed their way into your soul with their performances!" Woojoo continued, enthuasistically.

"Yes! So, please treat them kindly!" Sujin chimed in a second later.

The quartet were disguised in their performances outfits, courtesy of their friends. Each one wore a white long-sleeved knee-length slightly loose dress, with a long off white wig, knee-high white socks, white vans, small fairy-like wings, and a feathered white eye mask with different colored accents to differentiate one from the other. Kierra with green, Serena with purple, Melanie with red, and Linna with blue. People definitely couldn't tell them apart unless you knew them well enough or looked a little too closely to figure them out from one another for sure.

"Happy White Day to everyone and enjoy our White Day Stage this late afternoon!" The pair concluded as the crowd cheered.

Sujin and Woojoo walked off the stage as they cheered on the quartet.

"Good luck, ladies!"

"And thanks again for helping us out."

The quartet nodded, smiling.

"You're welcome."

"Yeah, no problem."

However, they psyched themselves and each other up for their short segment despite finishing their classes and tutoring sessions for the day not that long ago. Again, they just didn't think they would have returned to doing something like this after Jungwon's birthday. Still, they were also not about that life either as school and work took up a majority of their time, but free food for like two weeks won out like always.

"One, two..." Melanie led the greeting before introducing themselves as a group.

"We're WHITE WISHES!"

One by one they introduced themselves with their so-called stage names.

"I'm Peony Wish."

"I'm Bear Wish."

"I'm Chocolate Wish."

"I'm Marshmallow Wish."

They introduced themselves with Melanie first, followed by Linna, Kierra next, and lastly, Serena. Woojoo came up with their names this time around as it pertained to gifts normally given on White Day and the quartet drew from hats of what stage name they would go by as well.

"And we're WHITE WISHES!" They repeated in a sing-song tone as Melanie continued speaking.

"Please watch over us kindly."

Unknown to them, several of their friends showed up to check out this White Day Stage and the performers for the fun and curiosity of it all since it was new this year.

"So, why aren't we at dance practice again?" Jake asked his friends.

"Because the dance instructor wants us to." Heeseung replied with a shrug.

"Something about a break or a new perspective of whatever."

"Oh, okay. That makes sense."

"Honestly, I think Instructor Kwon just has a crush on the Student Council advisor and forced us out here." Jay remarked as Sunghoon agreed, pointing somewhere.

"Look over there. There he is with Advisor Kim."

"Where?" The others asked as they followed to where Sunghoon was pointing.

"Wow."

"He makes it so obvious." Jungwon commented with a laugh as Sunoo agreed.

"Yeah, but he's surely smitten for sure with Advisor Kim."

"Well, as long as he's in a good mood, then that's good for us." Ni-Ki remarked, happy about the situation.

Their attention went towards their dance teacher, chatting with the advisor and how he acted differently around her than when he was around them. They found the whole thing comical and just plain weird. Anyway, soon their focus went towards the female quartet as they were the first to start off the White Day Stage event.

"Didn't our sisters say that they're doing something different this year with performances, too?" Sunoo asked Jungwon as the latter nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, they could've asked us to join. I'm sure Instructor Kwon wouldn't have minded since he would be interacting with Adivor Kim, too."

The group watched as the cousins performed their segment, but found them all too familiar, especially Ni-Ki as he observed them a little longer than the others.

"One, two..." Serena began the greeting before finishing as a group.

"This was WHITE WISHES!"

The four bowed to the now larger crowd than before.

"Thank you so much for having us this evening."

The cousins walked off stage as another act came onto it. Both Woojoo and Sujin awaited for the four with presents in hands.

"These are a little 'thank you' gifts from us to you." Woojoo informed them with a smile, while offering the gift bags out towards them.

"So, we hope you like them!" Sujin stated, hopefully.

"Aw, thank you!"

Linna, Kierra, Melanie, and Serena took the gifts before opening them excitedly. Each content contained a small-sized random lop rabbit plush, two small random scented candles, and a variety of snacks consisting of different types of chocolates, cookies, candies, gummies, jellies, and marshmallows.

"Thank you so much for the gifts!" The quartet thanked their friend as they each expressed what they like the most.

"I definitely loved the bunny!"

"I've been needing new candles!"

"I can't wait to eat the jellies."

"I can't wait to eat all the chocolates."

The pair giggled as the six moved away from the stage to talk a little more before the pair had to go back to being in charge for awhile longer while the quartet made their way back to the Student Council room to change. On the way there, they were blocked by Ni-Ki as he had snuck away from the others.

"So, how's it going?" He cooed with a playful tone.

The quartet stared at one another while eyeing the male.

"I will keep this a secret as long as y'all buy me something to eat every day." Ni-ki bargained as the four looked at one another again.

"Don't you already get free food from her the most though?" Melanie said as she pointed at her sister.

"I do, but this time I want to make a request in what I want to eat or drink with the rest of you." He reasoned as the quartet sighed.

"Does it matter?" Linna asked looking between the four of them.

"That he knows and we let the others find out, too?"

"I guess, but then they might start requesting for us to do more stuff, too." Kierra said, making a face.

"I knew this was too much of a hassle."

"Or we can just silence Ni-Ki with a beat up." Serena suggested with a laugh.

"That would definitely make him back off.

The male backed up and eyed his friends, warily.

"I didn't do anything to deserve that."

"We know." They chorused with a chuckle.

"Y'all are mean." He commented as the four laughed again before giving in.

"Alright, alright, but you can't take advantage of this or we will beat you up for sure." Melanie stated as Ni-Ki nodded happily.

"Okay, cool. Let's get dinner."

"Not so fast."

Linna stopped him before speaking again.

"We already have plans tonight."

"What kind of plans?" He inquired, calling their bluff.

However, they weren't bluffing.

"We're hanging out with Sujin and Woojoo." Kierra informed him with a nonchalant look.

"Something came up and so we're hanging out with them for the rest of the day."

"Oh. Okay."

"Yeah, so can you wait for another night?" Melanie asked as Ni-Ki nodded.

"Okay, but don't take too long to decide like always."

"Yeah, yeah."

Serena threw one of her snack gifts towards him.

"What's this?"

"Sweets as a compromise."

"Thanks, Minseo."

"Welcome."

Ni-Ki happily ran off to join the others while the cousins continued on their way to change before getting sidetracked by Ni-Ki.

"C'mon, let's get changed and meet the other two at Simplistic." Linna suggested, motioning her head towards one of the school's building.

Sujin and Woojoo wanted to hang out with the four to treat the cousins out for a White Day moment after learning that their boyfriends had cheated on them. So, the pair didn't want to celebrate the holiday with their scumbag exes as they were now trying to get them back, but they didn't want to take them back. Woojoo and Sujin were also ashamed to let their other friends know about it either. So, they just wanted to hang out with Melanie, Linna, Serena, and Kierra only since they were the only ones that really knew about the secret relationship they had.

"So, you're the one leaving the letters for Sunghoon this past week, huh?"

Serena retracted her hand, but left the light blue envelope behind. She shifted her gaze causally towards Heeseung and recalled Ni-Ki telling her that no one would be here at this time, but guess there was always that one person though.

"Leaving them, yes." Serena answered nonchalantly.

Still, this was her third time to leave a letter for Sunghoon in the past week or so, but this was the first time she's been caught in the act.

"Have a problem with it?"

She cast him with a small smile.

"No."

Heeseung cast her with a polite smile as his eyes glanced from the locker and back to her.

"However, gotta tell you 'sorry', but Sunghoon isn't interested."

She supressed a laugh from escaping before responding with a playful expression.

"Me either."

A bemused look graced his face.

"Then why are you leaving him love letters?"

"It's from someone else and I'm just helping out."

After the quartet's hangout with Sujin and Woojoo, Linna wanted to confess to Sunghoon with letters after talking about relationships although she wouldn't signed her name, but with a simple drawing of an orchid, her favorite flower. Linna convinced herself to write the letters to Sunghoon first and then eventually it would encourage her to later do an actual face to face confession some day. However, Linna couldn't bring herself to actually give him the letters, whether in person or in secret and so resorted in having Serena being the one that did the delivering instead. Serena wasn't please, but she needed new writing materials and eventually agreed.

"Anyway, bye."

She left it at that and made her way around him to leave as he followed.

"Wait a minute, Minseo."

"Yeah, no."

"Oh, c'mon."

Serena ignored Heeseung, but found his tone just now cute.

"Who's this Orchid that likes him?"

Serena's brows furrowed, wondering why the person was dubbed 'orchid', then recall that that's what Linna signed off with.

"What makes you think the sender is 'Orchid' though?"

She casually glanced over her shoulder at him, but freaked upon seeing how close he was. Serena backed away, almost tripping over her own feet, but Heeseung had reached out to steady her.

"Whoa, be careful, Park Minseo." He advised, teasing her a little.

"I'm fine, Lee Heeseung." 

She quickly brushed off his hold from her while righting her position again.

"Anyway, thanks and bye."

She began walking off again, but he matched her pace in no time.

"Anyway, it's because it's always a blue envelope that's left there."

"So?"

"Other letters that Sunghoon gets is either in classes or in person."

"Mmhmm."

"Well, this one from Orchid is always left behind."

"Oh, I see."

Serena had to changed tactics, but figured that since Sunghoon isn't interested that she may not have to deliver more in the future or have to see Heeseung.

"Um, didn't you just say that he's not interested?"

"Yes, but he should know who gave him the letters." Heeseung reasoned.

Serena scoffed.

"Not really if Sunghoon's not interested."

Heeseung persisted.

"Is it someone we know?"

She eyed him.

"Quite persistent, aren't you?"

He chuckled.

"Yeah, but anyway, who's his secret admirer?"

"Well, that's for me to know and you to never find out."

Serena grinned at him.

"Anyway, Heeseung, I'll let the sender know that the receiver isn't interested at all."

Serena faced forward and continued walking and before Heeseung could probe further, he was surrounded by their schoolmates once they exited the building. She casually glanced over her shoulders and saw the distressed look in his eyes despite himself being way too polite for his own good.

"For someone so tall and bright, he does look like a deer caught in the headlights right now."

She softly chuckled, but sighed in defeat as her steps hesitated before turning around. Serena knew she was gonna regret getting involved like this and being around the male longer than she wanted to, but she couldn't leave him alone like that either. So, Serena quickly walked towards the group and reached a hand through them to take a firm hold of Heeseung's hand.

"Hey, Heeseung, c'mon. Sunghoon's waiting."

He cast her with a confused, but relieved look as he allowed her to lead him away from the others. Once in the clear did she let go of his hand when they rounded another department building a moment later.

"Sorry." She apologized while casting the male with a half-smile.

"It looked like you needed help and I dunno if I took you away from anything important."

"Ah, no, it's fine. Thank you and no, not really." He assured her with a thankful smile.

"They just wanted to ask me about school stuff and other non-related school things."

"Ah, okay. Still popular as ever, I see."

"Oh?"

There was a hint of amusement in his tone and Serena knew she would've regretted it.

"Don't mind my words, Heeseung."

She flashed him a smile.

"Anyway, you're welcome. See you never."

"Hey, wait a minute. Minseo!" Heeseung called out, but she shook her head while shooting him an amused look as she took a few steps back.

"Nope. Gotta go. Buh-bye!"

Serena already did her part for her cousin on a few ocassions and needed to keep it to a miminal as much as possible if she didn't want to interact with Heeseung constantly like this. He didn't follow after her, but watched her retreating figure with a slight tilt of his head and an amused smile.

"Was she always like this during high school, too?"

"So, apparently, Sunghoon isn't interested, Linna."

Serena announced once she met up with her sister and cousins at the university's Lift Library.

"Really?"

Linna sounded so sad and Serena patted her shoulder.

"He actually said that?" Kierra asked with widened eyes.

"No. Heeseung did."

She made a face.

"He caught me in the act."

"Wait, does that mean he'll tell him about you?"

"Maybe. Not sure."

Serena shrugged nonchalantly before glancing at Melanie.

"Maybe my situation will turn out like yours and Jake."

Melanie rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"We're not even like that, but will you be okay with rumors of you and him?"

Serena shrugged while shaking her head.

"Not really, but I would prefer it didn't."

"True. Anyway, let's focus back on Jiyeon."

All focus went onto Linna as she caught their stares.

"What?"

"An in-person confession would be better." Kierra reasoned.

Linna seemed uneasy.

"I mean, Sunghoon is quite popular and has a lot of admirers."

Serena scoffed before speaking.

"Okay, true, but that's not always the case."

The other three stared at her as Serena elaborated.

"C'mon, y'all watched those shows and movies enough to know, but okay."

Serena made herself comfortable.

"Like, usually a person with a lot of admirers don't even like those that surround themselves around them in general. It's because those admirers only like the surface parts of that person and not the deeper levels of them."

Serena looked from one to the other, hoping they got the gist, but continued on anyway.

"Or these admirers who aren't even close to that said person always have this idealize expectation of that person and so get disappointed when that person doesn't match that idolized one. Honestly, said popular person doesn't feel like they are actually being appreciated and just being used for clout and the likes."

Serena chuckled with a shrug.

"Still it's usually a more or less stereotypical perspective of it all. Depends on the person and situation at most. Then again, you'll never know unless you yourself find out and get it from the primary source."

Linna nodded.

"That's what I thought, too, ever since I realized I had a crush on him since our high school days."

She softly sighed.

"However, this is real life and not one of those shows or whatever. I don't want to give him the impression that I'm only around him because of that since a lot of girls in my class fond over him too much and he always hung out with his friends, too."

"Well, it's different now. Like, we have the same set of friends and mutual friends between us." Melanie commented while looking at Linna.

"Which in your case, it's different since you built the trust and friendship and are actually cool with those he considers his friends, too."

"Yeah, true."

Linna gave the trio a confident smile.

"One day, I'll do it on my own time, but for now, I'm good where I'm at."

"Fine by me as long as I don't have to deliver any more love letters." Serena grinned.

"So that leaves Youngseo and Jake, as well as Hayoun and Jay."

"It does not." They countered as Serena laughed.

"If y'all do stuff, then maybe Jiyeon could go through with her confession for Sunghoon."

"I just said Jake was cute that one time and I never said that I actually liked him like that." Melanie stated with a roll of her eyes.

"There's a difference."

"Yeah, what Youngseo said." Kierra agreed.

"Don't be like Woojoo, Sujin, and the others as they think there's something going on between me and Jay."

She clicked her tongue.

"Almost all our friends keep thinking he and I got something going on."

"Don't you?" The other three chorused as Kierra groaned.

"No."

"Well, are you and Jay going to have more photoshoot assignments this semester like last semester?" Melanie inquired a moment later.

"No." Kierra answered, relieved.

"Thank goodness as neither of our professors brought up another collaboration."

"Aww, that's too bad." Linna chimed in.

"I'm pretty sure he would've loved to spend more time with you."

"Don't even start."

"Nah, it would've been cute." Serena marked, laughing.

Soon, Serena continued teasing the others, but stopped once they started bringing up her possible involvement with Heeseung. Then they got onto the topic about their friends wondering about Seohoo and who he was to them as they all thought he was four-timing them of sorts since the cousins hung out with Seohoo often. Yet the cousins left the matter alone as they knew the truth and Seohoo found it entertaining and even suggested for them to use him as pretend boyfriend if needed.

"Alright, here you four go." Chanran announced as he set down four different fruit slushies in front of the cousins.

"My special fruit-ades for team members."

"Yay!" The four cheered as they each grabbed their drink.

The quartet decided to hang out at Simplistic, not wanting to return home just yet once classes were done for the day and had a day off from work as well. Chanran mentioned his specialty drinks that he was testing out which was basically made with both milkis and chilsung cider while mixing with actual fruits and syrup flavoring.

"So," Serena began after taking a sip of her mango slushie.

"Is there any way we can ditch the school's social gathering or networking happening this Sunday?"

"Oh, please, someone say yes." Kierra exlaimed in agreement, after sipping her peach slushie.

"I wanna opt out, too."

"Y'all can't do that."

"Yeah, we've already signed up."

Linna and Melanie argued, also having drank their red guava and strawberry slushies, respectively, before the pair spoke again.

"It shouldn't be that bad from what I've read and others have been talking about." Melanie said, giving the older pair a look.

"There's gonna be free food and future job opportunities with companies we may wanna work for in the future if we decide to stay and live here longer or maybe even permanently. Also, don't forget about the extra credit bit, too."

"Yeah." Linna chimed in.

"It's only for one night and the first time ever that the school is doing this. If it's successful, then they'll do it again next year and thereafter."

"But there's a dress code." Kierra and Serena chimed in unison with groans.

"And what's wrong with that?" Linna countered as Kierra made a face.

"We got nothing fancy to wear."

"Yeah, the dress code has to be formal or semi-formal." Serena chimed in as Melanie nodded.

"True, but y'all can wear pant suits though if y'all didn't wanna wear dresses."

"Oh, right, but even those are a hassle, too."

"Well, it is what it is. Gotta suck it up."

"So dumb."

Suddenly a voice suddenly spoke from behind them.

"What's going on over here?"

The quartet turned their heads to see Hanyoung hovering nearby with a curious face.

"Anything interesting to help pass the time?"

"Not if you know where we can rent or buy fancy dresses for cheap." Serena replied as Hanyoung nodded.

"I do."

"Really?"

"Yes. What's it for?"

"Our university is doing a social networking gathering of sorts and expects a lot of their students to be there to impress." Kierra explained while glancing around her.

"But Minseo and I don't want to attend, but need to attend as we already signed up and it counts as participation grading."

Simplistic died down and so the others really had nothing to do as the previous customers have left, too.

"Ooh, sounds fun though."

Hanyoung chuckled while glancing between the four.

"Would that be for this upcoming Sunday for Hyebi University?"

"Yes. How'd you know?"

"Surprisingly, Junyoung and I will be there, too. Also, Seohoo's been talking about it for the past several days, too."

"Really? Why will y'all be there?" Melanie inquired, puzzled.

"Our parents have businesses and we're the ones representing them since they have other obligations to handle."

"That's pretty cool."

"Mmhmm."

Hanyoung cast them with a sweet look.

"So, when do y'all wanna go clothes shopping though?" He asked sincerely.

"Junyoung and I can free up our schedule to assist y'all for the ocassion. We asked Seohoo, but he said he got all of that figured out on his own accord."

"I can't believe I'm wearing such a dress for this event and even more so than I ever thought I would." Serena slightly complained, even if in awed.

She, her sister, and their cousins arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel's venue hall as they wore the same styled strapless fitted gown, but in different colors. Serena in an off white, Kierra in a rose gold, Linna in a mauve rose, and Melanie in a smoky blue. They were rented out by the duo although the cousins informed them that they would pay them back, but Junyoung and Hanyoung dismissed it as a friendly treat. Luckily for Serena and Kierra, their friends eased their nervousness by suggesting something more comfortable while still staying classy.

"Well, Seohoo was supposed to meet up with us, but he left earlier with his friends." Linna remarked as Melanie nodded.

"Yeah, I mean I would, too, but he told us last minute and we could've gone with Sujin and Woojoo."

"For real."

The other three agreed.

"However, I think those two are gonna arrive later as they have Student Council matter to take care of first as this was part of it or something like that." Linna informed.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. I forgot they mentioned that." Melanie chimed in.

"Anyway, where are we supposed to go again?" Kierra asked, looking about the venue.

"Were we supposed to pick up our name placard or a name-tag somewhere?"

"Let's just follow the other students." Serena suggested.

"I don't see any signs and it would be helpful if they did or someone was out here."

"Yeah, I know right." Kierra agreed, looking around.

"Still, let's just followed everyone else. That's our best bet."

"Alright, let's go." Melanie said as she began walking with the others following after her.

"By the way, what should we do when we get inside?" Kierra asked a second later.

"Like, I didn't really fully read the e-mail that they sent us."

"Of course you wouldn't." Linna commented as Kierra chuckled.

"Um, first we check in, then they'll give us a pamphlet, and afterwards we'll just go about the place." Melanie explained.

"I think they also have a separate place for food though as they're so much of us."

"Oh, yes, please. I forgot to eat earlier and am hungry." Linna replied, rubbing her stomach.

"Hopefully there's enough options."

"Yeah, no, I hope so, too." Melanie agreed.

"We can check that out after checking in first."

"Now that I think about it after reading the e-mail," Serena thought out loud after putting her mobile phone away, "We don't really have to stay for that long or for even the whole time that we're here."

She glanced at the other three with a an easy-going look.

"We just need to check in, mingle around for a bit with some proof that we came by talking to some of the businesses here by getting our name-tag either signed or stamped, and we can leave after doing so. Or in our case, just hang out in the buffet hall to eat and then leave afterwards."

Kierra grinned, liking the idea.

"Oh, yeah, let's do that for sure."

"Right."

Serena chuckled as Kierra continued.

"Right. Anyway, food can never go wrong unless prepared incorrectly or whatever."

Their sisters rolled their eyes with a laugh.

"Of course."

The four giggled as they reached the part where the hotel staff had tables aligned with their name lanyards for them to take and enter the hall.

[universecorp]

⤷ stoner!bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

⤷ w.c: 6.2k

⤷ summary: as much as beomgyu tries to deny falling in love with you, even after he claimed you saved him from believing his whole purpose of life was to be bad luck, his heart cannot tell a lie.

⤷ warnings: this fic contains slight physical and verbal abuse (not from beomgyu)! read with caution!

⤷ contents: angst, fluff, switch dom leaning!beomgyu, switch!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), mutual masturbation, slight voyeur, beomgyu likes being praised, tummy bulge.. kinda(?), slight obsession(?), spit (not in the mouth), nipple play, lots of kissing, unprotected sex (be carefullll!), beomgyu has a big di–

“come here.” smoke left his mouth as he spoke to you looking at your frame with heavy lids. earlier, the boy texted you saying to pack a bag and get everything ready for you to spend the night and without hesitation you obliged. now, you were in his car at 2 in the morning hot boxing in it. you climbed over the armrest and sat platonically close to the pretty boy. he put the blunt in your lip making you inhale in the strong gas and release it through your nose. 

“i’m such a bad influence,” he laughed, feeling your body relax from its tense state. you shook your head no as you laughed at his drawn out words. “to be fair, i did ask you to teach me how to smoke so it’s not you it’s just me and my curiosity.” he smiled at you and blew out another puff of smoke. 

the almost empty parking lot was extremely quiet, letting his thoughts and memories run wild with whatever. the memories of you two almost getting caught by the police made your shoulders bounce as you tried to contain your laughter. “what’s running though that head of yours?” the boy asked. 

“it’s really been almost three years huh?” it didn’t sound like a question, more like a realization on your part remembering the first time you met him. his hair was all but long, quiet as you two sat across from one another at the class table. it was you who had to initiate talking to him first, only getting close the first day. days and days passed and now you’re here cuddling with him as you smoke away every problem you two had. 

“yeah it has…” he breathed out. “and you’re still as bossy as ever.” you playfully smacked his leg, rolling your eyes. it was quiet after, the sound of cars honking here and there and the music playing quietly in the background strangely making the high stronger and heightening your senses; it felt good. 

“me and my dad got into another argument,” beomgyu sighed. his fingers played with the bottom of your shirt as he prepared to have this talk with you. he could see a glimpse of your jaw clenching in anger. “he was drunk and started talking about mom again and blamed me… again.” 

beomgyu has told you about his dad ever since you two have gotten closer, and everytime he brings him up you could feel the fumes coming out of your ears. you hated him, he always blamed beomgyu for his mother’s departure. they never knew what happened to his mother but to beomgyu he was starting to believe it was true and it made you furious. 

“he told me i was nothing but bad luck,” a soft chuckle fell from his lips until he replaced them with the blunt in his hand inhaling and exhaling one last time before he put out the small flame. “i’m starting to think it’s true.” 

“i’ll hit you if you say that shit again,” you spat. “don’t believe him. he is bad luck, not you.” beomgyu smiled to himself as he played with your shirt again. of course he didn’t stop believing it, his father drilled that in his head for about four years now but hearing you say it’s not made him feel less shitty; your presence always made his life feel less shitty. he always admired your brightness, how nothing seemed to bother you but if it did you fought against and didn’t run away from it. he almost felt like a wuss compared to you, always running away from his problems and smoking it away when he had the chance. but the closer he got to you, the more his admiration started to turn into something more. to him it was still just admiration but in all reality he fell harder than anybody else. 

he never wanted to put his problems on you, never went into crazy detail about his arguments with his father especially the ones that’s got physical. he never told you that you were his only reason to live, but he would tell you everyday that he loved you, he cared about you and wanted your friendship to last a lifetime. it would be selfish of him to tell you that, but he wanted to show you in every way he appreciated you. 

“let’s go home, i’m sleepy.” a yawn came from you as you stretched your limbs out and climbed back into the passenger’s side. his thoughts were interrupted by your demand resulting in a smile as he climbed his way to the driver's seat. “anything for the princess.” 

“thank fuck dad’s not home,” he whispered. you both walked up the steps to his bedroom and you instantly took socks off and jumped in his bed, sinking into the mattress like it was your very own. he just smiled and followed suit after he closed the door, jumping on top of you making an ‘oof!’ fall out of your mouth. “my fault.” 

“yeah, your fault alright,” you huffed as you pushed him off of you. his hair fell over his pretty face teeth showing in a bright smile only causing you to form a contagious smile right after. “goodnight gyu.” 

“goodnight princess.” 

–––––

soft breathy noises came from the both of you as you slept comfortably on your designated side. beomgyu’s arm randomly across your body while you lay on your stomach with your legs tangled up in his (you don’t know how to keep still in your sleep). as soft and comfortable as you both sound at 5:42 in the morning, it was soon ruined by the devil himself. 

“beomgyu!!” 

this muffled yell was soon followed by stuff falling off of counters and some dishes being slammed against the table. “beomgyu!!” so used to the tone of his name being screamed, said boy rose up from his bed eyes roaming the room to see where he was. ‘fuck’ continued to run through his mind, wishing his dad didn’t come into the house like this. usually he comes into the house mumbling to himself and running into his room to puke up the remaining alcohol in his system and then sleep, but of course the time you spend the night his dad wants to start a riot. in the corner of his eye he sees you stir in your sleep slowly waking up from the noise. “gyu..?” 

“shh,” he whispered to you, placing his hand on your head softly bringing your head back down on the pillow. “go back to sleep, i’ll take care of it okay?” he threw the covers off of him and placed his feet against the floor. he immediately jolted out of his room, making sure to close the door behind him just in case it got too loud. once he got off the last step, he heard his father scream his name one last time, making him flinch. his heart was pounding, his adrenaline kicking in making his jaw clench in fear and anger. 

“yes, dad?” beomgyu asked, his voice showing no signs of fear while his heart did the opposite. the smell of alcohol was so strong coming from his father that he could smell it from the bottom of the steps while the latter stood at the sink filled up with dirty dishes. 

“you finally came downstairs?” his father slurred as he tried to hold himself up using the sink. “how fucking lazy are you? why aren’t these dishes cleaned up?” of course, something so small is going to turn into something so big. it was a repeating cycle for beomgyu, it’s fine then once his dad started drinking it got worse. the small things will turn into something huge, making a two minute argument turned into a screaming match. “your mother never liked it when the dishes weren’t clean, here you go fucking up again.”

your eyes opened slowly again trying to take in the scenery and figure out where the hell were you. beomgyu’s black and white comforter was a dead give away once you shifted in your spot. speaking of the boy, you wondered if he was okay remembering his father came home. you looked at your phone to see the time at 5:58am, the sun was barely out and his dad was yelling like a maniac. you stepped down from his bed and slowly walked towards his door to hear the rest of the conversation. 

the sound of beomgyu’s yelling voice boomed into your ears, later followed by items being thrown and destroyed. you could hear curses fall from both your best friend and his father’s lips and the sound of a struggle. you immediately ran down the steps with your heart beating as fast as possible, worried for beomgyu hoping he wasn’t getting hurt. your eyes fell upon his dad gripping his shirt and beomgyu yelling in his face and his hand on his father’s arm. the men turned and looked at you once they felt your presence, this made his father scoff and let go of beomgyu’s shirt. 

“ah.. no wonder why you smelled like bitch..” he slurred. “shut the fuck up,” beomgyu spat. you ran over to beomgyu, seeing a slight cut on his lip making your scared face show concern and sadness; this being your first time seeing beomgyu and his father get into a physical fight you were scared for him and absolutely pissed beyond belief. 

“she’s going to end up leaving you next,” his father slurred, letting a chuckle slip out of his lips. “just like your mother.” 

“he’s not like you,” you mumbled to yourself but loud enough for his father to hear. the said man darted his eyes to you and took several steps closer to you. every step he came in quicker and quicker, and before you could physically defend yourself beomgyu’s fist came across the side of his father’s face, knocking the man out onto the floor. it felt like time was moving unbelievably slow, the body of the man laying on the floor not moving an inch and your fingertips cold with fear. beomgyu felt his life flash as he thought about what his dad would do to him if he got up. his mind screaming at him to defend you and himself, he grabbed the empty bottle his father left on the table and held it by his side slowly rising it up over his head. he didn’t know what came over him, only his fight or flight kicking in waiting to see if his father would get up. 

“gyu..! what are you doing?!” your tone was stern and worried as you called him. you grabbed his arm to bring him back to his senses feeling him shake and tense up. “what if—“ his eyes wouldn’t leave his father’s cold body. “he’s knocked out cold, he’s breathing and he’s fine..” you reassured him. your eyes couldn’t help but drift over to the body as well. beomgyu’s father’s back moved up and down indicating he was breathing which snapped beomgyu back into reality. he dropped the bottle and grabbed your wrist, dragging you back up the stairs. “we have to go…” 

frantically, he packed his bags. he didn’t care what he was putting in there, he just needed to leave before his father came to his senses. he ran into his father’s room, going into his drawer to find a couple hundred dollar bills and stuffing it into his pocket. once he finished packing, you two ran to his car and left without a care in the world. 

“it’s 6:54,” you stated as beomgyu kept driving. you two stopped by the gas station and bought yourselves some snacks and water. you two decided to go to a hotel and stay there until whenever, just wanting to take everything day by day. “you wanna do something else before you go to the hotel or do you wanna sleep?” you could tell that the situation was running through his head nonstop. he picked at his lips every couple of seconds and played with the lobe of his ear, stimulating his senses while he thought about what just happened. “let’s just go to the hotel and sleep… i wanna shower.” 

“this is nice,” you sighed once you walked into the room. you both put your bags down and put some of your belongings in the dressers and some of your things in the bathroom. “go shower i’ll help unpack the rest of your things.” beomgyu smiled at you and did as you told, grabbing his clothes and making his way towards the bathroom. you dig through his bag as you put the rest of his belongs in spots he could easily find them in. in one of the small pockets, you saw a small keychain that looked all too familiar in the palm of your hand. the longer you looked the more familiar it got until it clicked; it was a key chain that you bought him when you traveled out of the country, bringing back a small souvenir for him to remember you by. of course you didn’t think he would hold it dearly but he did. he remembered to bring it with him on this day by day journey with you as good luck, always having a small piece of you near him. you could feel your chest become warm as you smiled at the keychain in your hand, feeling the urge to cry knowing that he truly did care about it and about you. “he’s so cute,” you whispered to yourself once you put it back in the pocket. you put his bag to the side once you cleared everything out of it and finished off your bag also getting your pajamas ready to take a shower once the man came out. 

“it’s all yours,” he said as he dried his wet hair. you got all your belongings and made your way into the shower. the feeling of the warm water eased up your tensed muscles, making you release a nice drawn out sigh of relief. this was exactly what you needed after the hectic morning, you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep in the shower due to the comforting water hitting your body. as you washed, you couldn’t help but think about beomgyu. before he even knew you he was going through terrible hardships, having him feel like he was the cause of his mother leaving and his father’s wrath. you wished he didn’t have to go through it, prayed to whatever higher being to get beomgyu out of that hell knowing he didn’t deserve any of it. without realizing, tears started to well up in your eyes blurring your version. “let me get out…” you whispered to yourself, rinsing your soapy body off. 

“come to bed,” beomgyu spoke smiling at your beautiful frame, taking in every inch of you hoping you couldn’t read his mind. he was trying his best to be respectful in his mind but fuck it was hard keeping it sane while seeing you in a large shirt. you were so pretty to him, knowing that you are ten times more beautiful in his eyes due to his infatuation. 

is it really only just infatuation? 

no.

he liked you, found love within you and wanted nothing more than for you to know whether he told you or showed it through his actions. he didn’t want to believe it but as the days flew by he started to fall deeper and deeper, craving your attention and finding every way to please you and see your smiling face. maybe it was the start of an obsession? he truly didn’t know, but he tried his best to figure out what this feeling was besides the word ‘love’. 

but that’s what it was. 

you jumped into bed, the fresh sheets rubbing your bare legs making a soft sigh fall from your lips. you glanced at the clock one last time seeing how much time has passed; 8:26. beomgyu’s arm wrapped around your body bringing you closer to him snuggling his nose into your neck. “goodnight– night? good morning princess…?” he giggled. you shook your head with your lips forming into a smile. 

“goodnight gyu.” 

–––––––

“fuck i have to pee.” you slowly woke up rubbing your eyes adjusting to the dark light in the room. “what time is it..?” you spoke to yourself picking up your phone on the nightstand beside you. “fuck we slept that long?” it was 7:56 pm and the sky was close to becoming pitch black. you ran to the bathroom and relieved yourself breathing in and out slowly. you couldn’t wait to get back in the bed and sleep just a little longer, you could imagine yourself melting into the mattress once again making you shiver a bit in excitement. once you washed your hands, you laid back down in the bed pulling the covers over your frame. your eyes drifted to beomgyu’s face, taking in every line, crevice, bump, and every feature. he was so beautiful, everything about him screamed prince. sometimes, you wondered how somebody so beautiful came into your life, your boring life at that. 

before you two met, your life was just a boring cycle; work, school, sleep, repeat. but thanks to a higher being, you two met. beomgyu was unpredictable, making the anticipation build up within you. unintentionally, your hand came up and caressed his soft cheek, your thumb rubbing soft and slow patterns against it. while you dazed at him softly, you saw tears run from his eyes in his sleep. a few seconds later his face started to twitch and his eyebrows furrowed. 

“gyu?” you whispered. the hand that was on his cheek came down to his shoulder shaking him slightly to stir him awake. his eyes opened widely taking in your worried face. suddenly, he pulled you into a tight hug, crying harder into your shoulder. “gyu..? what’s wrong?” 

scenes of his dream ran through his head as he sobbed into your shoulder. in his dream, you left him like his father foreshadowed. walking out just like his mother, still believing he was nothing but bad luck. he could feel his life crumble at the lack of your presence, begging for you to come back and you wouldn’t. 

but thankfully, it was just a dream. 

“don’t leave me..” you blinked at his words, softly pushing him off of you. his eyes blinked drops of tears, staining his beautiful face making yours soften. “please don’t leave me.” his hands found comfort on your warm thighs, hands shaking slightly as he rubbed patterns on them. 

maybe it was how dark it was in the room or maybe it was your sick mind but… 

fuck he looked so pretty. 

his cheeks were red and his lips were puffy staring at you with his big shiny red eyes. it was the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. 

you smiled at him once again, leaning towards his face. beomgyu could feel his heart stop beating and his breathing pick up. you wiped the tear on his right cheek, pressing a kiss upon it. “don’t be stupid, gyu.” 

you pulled back and looked at him crossing your arms. you were right, why would you? you were there for him through the hardest points of his life and you stood up against his dad, of course you wouldn’t leave. he looked at you but then his eyes drifted to your lips. he could feel them on his cheek like it was plastered there. he wondered if he could feel your lips somewhere else… and once that thought ran through his head his eyes trailed down to the heat between your legs. it completely slipped your mind that you had nothing underneath but panties and fuck beomgyu was losing it. 

he found himself leaning towards you, his face closing into yours keeping his gaze on your lips. now, it was your turn for your heart to stop. hands going cold with anticipation at beomgyu’s actions. time was moving so slow the closer he kept getting, his lips only a few centimeters away from yours. your patience was weak, itching to feel his lips on yours and finally taste him. he looked back up making eye contact with you once more begging for permission. the tension in the room was suffocating, swirling around both of your bodies ready to feel one another. you leaned in slowly, connecting both of your lips with a soft peck just enough to feel electricity run from your lips to your tongue then the entirety of your body; this was the start of an addiction. as you pulled away you watched his reaction, his eyes slowly fluttering open only to find themselves staring at your lips again. “..more..” he sighed, his voice raspy from his sleep making your panties stick to your core feeling it become more hot and wet. 

and you listened. 

your lips connected with his once more in a peck then another.. and then another finally turning into a heated kiss. his hands found your face, bringing you closer to him. you placed your hands on the sides of his neck, deepening the kiss and pulling out a soft grunt from beomgyu. his body slowly pushed you down, your back against the sheets as he climbed on top of you with his lips still connected to yours. his right hand is placed beside your head while the other brought its way to your lower back, pulling your body close to his as his tongue suffocated you. you gripped onto his arm moaning into kiss as you felt your panties become soaked from the menstrations, your dizzy head only being filled with him. your moans turned into beautiful sighs which made beomgyu’s loose shorts feel tight around his semi-hard dick. “fuck..” he whispered against your lips breaking the kiss and seeing your already fucked out face. you began to bite at your lip unintentionally seeing gravity go against his hair, surrounding his face just a little. he was gorgeous and seeing him look at you like you were the only one, the only one for him made your cunt clench around nothing ready to be filled up with something. “you’re doing that on purpose huh?” you couldn’t help but smile at him and that sexy smirk on his face. “if you liked it.. then sure i did.” 

he shook his head and brought his lips down back to yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. a hand moved to your panties feeling that soaked patch near your entrance and making you shiver at his touch. you could feel his smirk on your lips as he continued to kiss you. his middle finger pushed against your clothed clit, forcing you to break from the kiss and moan out the cutest noise he has ever heard. he began to rub circles on your button of nerves, making your hips buck against his hand in urgence. his name fell softly from your lips wanting him to give you what you wanted. you continued to clench around nothing, bucking up for him to go faster ready to build up that bubble so it could pop. 

but he didn’t want that. 

he wanted to take his time with you, making you feel good as much as he could without a rush. immediately, he stopped. you whined from the lack of friction with his name rolling off your tongue. “uh unh baby,” he breathed. he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, bringing it down and forcing it into your mouth. your tongue swirled around the digit causing your eyes to flutter shut for a second  before opening them again, “not yet.” he brought his head down making him and your heat meet face to face. the wet patch taunting him causing him to shiver. he stuck his tongue out shyly licking the wet patch making you gasp. his eyes came in contact with your hooded lids watching your chest move up and down from your heavy breathing. his nose pushed against your clit while his tongue pressed deeper into your clothed entrance only scratching the surface of that itch. “holy shit..” you breathed, your head falling back at the addicting feeling. he grunted at your sweetness only getting a teaser of your actual taste but fuck he loved the wait, he loved the teasing, and he loved seeing you become impatient. his aching dick rubbed against the cool sheets on the bed making more noises come out. he maneuvered his tongue over to your clit, still ‘eating you out’ with the cloth in between. his index finger pushed the panties at your entrance, wiggling them just a bit to tease around the hole. gasps fell from your lips as you bucked into him. “gyu please..” you begged. “off.. just take them off please.” 

his mouth left your core with a small pout, a little bit of slick around his plump lips. “awee,” he whined. he gripped onto your thighs, placing small kisses on them close to your cunt. “where’s the fun in that, princess?” he bit a small mark into your thigh, immediately licking right after to soothe the pinch. although it was fun, he was feeling himself get impatient too, wanting to officially taste you and give you everything you desired. he pulled your panties down watching your cunt as it clenched around nothing, making his dick twitch in his shorts. he blew cool air against you and took a trial lick between your lips. the pretty boy whined at your taste, immediately diving back in for more. flattening his tongue against your folds and pointing it against your entrance as if his tongue was fucking you. “so good..” you moaned with your fingers through his long black locks. 

beomgyu could feel something stir him up. you’re words of praise running through his mind constantly as he pleased you harder and harder. his hip rutting against the sheets knowing his precum was dirtying them up just a bit. you tasted so fucking good, better than he imagined remembering the times he got off to the thought of you riding his face. again, he thought you were just attractive, not anything else, but the more he lied to himself the deeper he dug himself into a hole, a hole only about you. your hips rutted against his face feeling the rope about to snap any second now. “gonna cum— aaah fuck please can i cum..?” 

curse words ran through the pretty boy’s head. you were begging. begging? begging only for him and asking for his permission. he flattened his tongue against your bud, thrusting his middle and ring finger inside of you trying to draw out your release. hearing his name in the most explicit and vulgar way made his head go blank, only focusing on you and your heat. you gripped the roots of his hair as your abdomen tensed up from your release painting his fingers white. your hips rolled against his fingers, riding out the rest of your nut. your walls twitched against the pads of his fingers as he curved them up hitting your sensitive spot. you sucked in a tight breath of air once you got a shallow wave of that familiar build up. beomgyu pulled his fingers out from you, eyeing his coated fingers with hooded eyes. every intrusive thought hit him telling him to lick it clean, nothing could go to waste. tongue making contact with his fingers making him whine at the taste. his tongue flattened against his own digits then wrapping his slick lips around both fingers. you watched him closely, watching how the same lips that were devouring you alive work on his very own fingers. you gasped at the sight, unintentionally reaching your hand down to your wet core. you slowly pressed against your bud circling it around with just your middle finger already feeling how sensitive you were. it was swollen from the abuse but throbbing for some more. 

beomgyu’s eyes drifted to your hand, watching it work against your clit and causing your cunt to clench around nothing, winking at him for it to be filled up once again. “you’re so slutty, princess..” he teased quietly loud enough for you to hear. so stupid of him. stupid of him to use that nickname he’s called you for years, ever since you two became friends. now, hearing him say it in the same sentence as ‘slut’ made your head spin. you moaned at his words adding another finger to your menstrations, circling your clit a little harder and a little faster. 

“yeah.. did you like that..?” he continued. he reached his hand down into his shorts, pulling them down to release his unbearably hard cock. it slapped his stomach, precum staining his tank once it hit. he let out a loud grunt once he felt the cold air hit his sensitive wet slit. his hand wrapped around the shaft, using his thumb to collect the precum and rub it around it. “fuck…” his head flew back showing a beautiful view on his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. his hand moved faster, trying to keep up with the pace of your fingers. 

this wasn’t enough. 

both you and him craved for one another’s touch. 

“gyu..” you whined. your stomach started to get tight. the build up was coming fast and seeing how pretty he and his dick was was going to send you over the edge. “i need you inside.. please.” 

his ears rang at the sound of your voice and the words that fell within it. he felt like he was going to lose it, hearing you beg for him to fuck you. his dick throbbed in his palm wanting to be suffocated by your soft walls. he knew his eyes turned dark with lust, watching your cunt wink at him getting ready to be filled up with him. he let go of his dick and crawled over to you. he grabbed your wrist pulling it off of your clit and placing the fingers into your mouth. he watched how your eyes fluttered from the taste of yourself making the pretty boy bite his lip with them forming into a smirk. after he let go, he grabbed behind one of your knees, spreading you out more for him. he hovered over your heat collecting a heap to spit to lube up your cunt just enough for him to fit in. the trail fell from his mouth slowly and landed on your swollen bud then moved between your lips. “oohhh my god—“ you moaned, the sight too lewd for you… and him. 

he gulped loudly at the view, the scene almost pornographic. his dick was basically screaming at him to just fuck you until you couldn’t walk to more, but he didn’t care. he was going to make this last long so it could burn into his memory and burn into yours. he grabbed his dick, rubbing the tip against your folds making both of you groan at feeling. he tapped it against your clit the proceeded to rub between your folds. you reached up to him wanting his chest on yours, wanting to be close, wanting to feel that weight on top of you. “you want me, baby?” he smiled. you nodded a yes grabbing on to his shirt to pull him closer. “so bad..” 

your lips collided again, his tongue wasting no time to push into your mouth and take over. still holding on to his dick, he slowly pushed his throbbing tip in. you inhaled deep at the small stretch, sighing into his mouth. then he pushed in more and more causing you to break the kiss. you moaned feeling your core twist and turn at the delicious stretch. your faces still close, him watching your eyes roll in the back of your head from his dick. the corner of his lips turned upwards seeing the effect he had on you, knowing that he’s dreamed of having this effect on you and nobody else. 

and the more he thought about it, in this very moment, he’s always loved you. 

he couldn’t believe how much he denied that fact. infatuation? attractiveness? he felt like such an idiot knowing that it was something more than just those two words. the butterflies flew up from his stomach to his chest looking at your beautiful face contorting from pleasure. he pushed in just a little more, finally bottoming out inside of you. his mouth agape at the tightness from your walls. you were sucking him in completely, not letting him go at all. his grip on your leg got tighter, pushing it up just a little getting ready to give you everything you deserved. 

he moved his hips slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. a gasp fell from your lips indicating you were just fine. he placed another kiss on your lips, pulling himself out just a little then thrusting deep and fast into you. the pace wasn’t fast but it wasn’t slow either, hitting all the right places making you twitch underneath him. his hands pushed him up giving him room to go harder, caging your head in.  “shit.. you’re so pretty..” he groaned. he could hear the wet noises you two were making together, and the skin slapping everytime you two connected. it was unbearable. the way your breast jumped under the shirt and how your thighs moved every time he drove into you, he couldn’t take it. he lifted your shirt up just a bit, only seeing your stomach. he placed one of his hand on your belly, pushing down as he continued to drive into you. “you feel me here, baby?” he pushed down harder, trying to feel himself fuck into you. you moaned at his question, turning your face towards his other arm, nodding your head as one of your hands held onto his arm. “yes yes…” 

he started to fuck into you harder, feeling you clamp around him getting ready to release once again. he brought his body close to yours once more placing kissing on your jaw and the corner of your lips. “feel so good…” you moaned. beomgyu felt his heart drop at your words. his hips stuttered into you, bringing out a whine from you. 

“again..” he murmured. his lips were close to yours, foreheads connect while both of your mouths are agape. “tell me i’m making you feel good.” you gulped at his demand, lifting your hips up and fucking yourself onto his dick. “i feel so good, gyu..” both you and his hips matched one another’s tempo, fucking each other nicely wanting nothing more than to cum together. beomgyu’s head was spinning. you cursed softly onto his lips. the pace he had once set earlier was starting to get more frantic, knowing he was going to cum soon. 

your hands slipped under his shirt, grazing his nipples. the pretty boy sucked in a breath and stilled his hips for just a second. “holy shit…” he breathed. you bit your swollen lip and pulled his tank to the side to show his bare nipple. your thumb and index finger pinched the swollen bud while looking up at him with darkened eyes. his face was snuched up prettily, small sighs falling from him. “you’re doing so good, baby..” you praised. you replaced your fingers with your mouth, flattening your tongue to lick his nipple. the prettiest whine came from him, moaning your name high and submissively. you clenched around him as he slowly grinded his hips into you. “‘nna cum..” he moaned. you weren’t far from it either, you bit down on his nipple and clamped your cunt around him tighter wanting him to release inside of you. “fuck fuck fuck—“

his seed sprayed your walls, his dick twitching inside of you. he brought his hand down and circled your clit one last time, drawing the release out of you. your walls convulsed around him as you came on his dick. 

you grabbed beomgyu’s face and kissed him passionately. your breaths tickling each other’s faces. while you two were kissing you felt something wet hit your face. “gyu?” you asked once you pulled away. his eyes were shining bright with tears as they streamed down his face. “awee baby,” you cooed. you two flipped to your sides as you held onto him tight. “i’m right here.” you kissed his cheeks and the corner of his lip. “you’re still such a baby.” you smiled at him as he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. 

“i love you,” he whispered. “i’ve always loved you.” honestly, you could feel yourself begin to cry too. your eyes slowly welling up with tears and finding it hard to hold the drops from falling. you smiled at him and placed a kiss upon his lips as your tears streamed down your face as well. 

“i love you too, back then and now.”

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

“I’d lay you badly but I’d lay you gladly” (Roman Roy x fem!reader)

An: I’m gonna try. Let’s see how this goes. As an asexual (demisexual panromantic) I can feel it in my asexual bones that Roman is so part of the asexual club. Like he’s panromantic for sure he will date and flirt and be with anyone who makes him feel ~wiggly~ so to speak. I think he felt it with Gerri, and felt it with Tabitha. He feels like that pull toward them. And if given the chance he probs does want to bang. Like, he just never has that talk of ‘oh if I just stop thinking and let this person who I trust more then anything know what’s going on in my brain space then it works’ like our man is just. I love him because I am him.

I’m gonna tag @romeulusroy because I heard they were having a bad day and maybe soft roman can help

He liked looking at her when she didn’t know he was, he liked the feeling she gave him. A rush inside that he’s felt so few times in his life. Roman liked her smile, the way her lips split to show her teeth, the way her nose wrinkled when she didn’t like something. He liked her. Liked her? No he was pretty sure he loved her. Well what he assumed was love, he was pretty sure he’s only ever felt the emotion a handful of times.

Once when he was a kid and found a baby duck in the backyard pond of his mothers villa, it was so small and he helped it back into the pond where it’s family was. He remembers the feeling of warmth watching the mother goose bump it’s little tail back into place. He imagined every duck he saw after was somehow that one duck growing and visiting him.

He remembers the feeling when connor had popped him on the bathroom counter and bandaged up his scraped and bleeding knee. Connor was what he assumed his friends parents were like. He liked feeling cared for. Even if it was rare.

He likes listening to her ramble about her bullshit job of being a coffee runner most days, how she wishes she could punch Karl or frank or even his dad in the face when they forget her name, even though she’s worked under Gerri for at least 2 years.

He loves waking up next to her, always before her, something in him, maybe because of military school, maybe because he always wanted to be up before his siblings to hope that his dad would let him join him at the office, or to get the best pieces of bacon or toast for breakfast. Not anymore, now it was to be able to have the few moments of staring at her. Her softened face against the pillows, her worry stripped from her forehead. The moments when he could scratch her scalp lightly with his fingers and she would just sigh in her sleep.

He loved her. He would marry her if the fear of a marriage being the prison of unhappy people. From his parents to Tom and shiv and even Kendall. Though he would push all of it away if it meant a forever of seeing her like this.

He remembers the conversation that made him fall. Hard and fast and slamming him into the cold pavement.

“I’d lay you badly but I’d lay you gladly” it was a joke, she had laughed slightly looking down at her computer typing a report or email for Gerri or Karl or whoever was yanking her around this week.

“Roman we both know neither of us would enjoy that” it stung, she was right, but it stung.

“I mean I would rock your world for like a solid 3 seconds before you realise I have zero clue what’s going on” she had looked at him, cocking her head to the side, eye brow raised

“Roman. Can I ask you something.” He was caught off guard, his own walls coming up slightly, shrugging he looked around

“Yeah what’s up” he didn’t know why he couldn’t look at her suddenly but he just couldn’t.

“Do you know what asexuality is?” Asexuality? Obviously he did, biology and science was one class he knew he passed with more then a barley passing grade.

“Like fucking ameba and shit. They fuck themselves and bam! Another single celled whatever” she laughed, he turned to her then smiling a bit more

“I mean in the biology, organisms sense yeah, but like I mean in people,” Roman shrugged again shaking his head a little

“Some new fancy label the ‘woke’ mob has made to make people like my dad and Kendall rage for no reason?” She shook her head at that

“No Roman it means you don’t really like banging. Like, you could live with out it. So to speak, you could go your whole life never caring to want it. It wouldn’t change anything. And weird bathroom door Jack off sessions aside, it means your just not that into the whole sex thing” he felt his face flush at her mention of his brief weird relationship with Gerri. He simply looked at her

“I mean sex is…super cool….I love fucking, all night, we could do it right now, and it would be…explosive” he knew she could hear through his wavered tone

“Roman, do you know why I haven’t even pushed having sex?”

“I don’t know your weird and religious upbringing scared you for life with trauma?”

“Good guess but no…I’m asexual. Like, sex is just, a thing, I don’t care if we have it, or not, we could never and I would be 1000% okay with that. I don’t need you to bang me, how ever satisfying or not it would be, because I just, don’t need it.”

Roman stared at her then, his brain buzzing, heart slamming in his chest, he assumed like grace and Tabitha, one day you would clamber for him to attempt the unsuccessful routine of making out, hand stuff above his pants, a seemingly awkward game of red light green light before both of you gave up and you walked off to finish yourself in his bathroom.

“Roman, i haven’t brought it up, because if we never have sex ever, I wouldn’t care. It wouldn’t matter.”

He wanted to scream, and cry and hug her. He didn’t know why but he did. He simply stood up, walked over to her, yanked her up and kissed her. His hands holding her cheeks, hoping she understood what he meant in it.

When he pulled away she smiled at him nodding

“One day we may, who knows, but one thing is for sure. We’ll both lay each other badly”

“But gladly?”

“Yeah, but gladly”

[dokoni-mo]

I’ve arrived with more horny william brain rot!

There is little doubt in my mind that our favorite afton to slut up likes to read. He’d probably love to share that with his darling bunny. And you absolutely know that man is making the polaroids he took into bookmarks. He just loves to see his bunny everywhere!

Bunny is in fact a college student, and sometimes certain classes end up requiring/give the option for a field trip. And that trip happens to fall on a weekend. They’re a little bummed, Willy is like actually depressed (lol), so bunny decided to hide a little something for him. As a ✨treat✨

So when afton wakes up Saturday, he reaches over for his book to read a little (because what else is there to do when his little rabbit is gone), and his usually bookmark feels a lot more lumpy than usual. So he opens it and what does he find? Polaroids of his precious, lovely bunny in nothing but his shirt, and a pair of her panties 💜

YEAH i uhhh,,

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20 will is almost 40 yall know the drill), swearing, smoking, drinking, dom/sub undertones, sir kink, not proof read AGAIN IM SRY

"What? What do you mean the whole weekend?"

It had been an especially hard week for the brit at his diner. For one reason or another, it seemed as if nearly every single damn brat in that town just had to have a birthday that week. The diner was booked from start to finish every day of the week. William was frustrated. But every day drew him closer to the weekend. Closer to when he'd be able to see you again. And god did he fucking miss you. He missed his little bunny next to him; kissing them, holding them. Coming up with so many fun activities to show you.

But, it was in the past now. It was Friday. You'd be over tomorrow, and help relieve him of his pent-up stress like the good bunny you were.

Right?

Wrong.

"I knowwww, I'm sorry!" You pleaded with him at the other end of the phone, the older man taking a long, drawn out puff of his cigarette, "I just totally forgot about it until today!"

William sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaning against the wall, "And you're certain you have to go, love?"

"Yeah..." you sighed back, "It's required for my major. And I already rescheduled it last month, too. I can't do it again or I fail."

"Bunny, the weekends are our time together. You know this."

"I knoww, and I'm sorry! I'd stay behind if I could but I just can't. I'm sorry, Will. I'll be back for next weekend though!"

William took another puff of his cigarette, "Are you certain you can't come over even for a little? I... I miss you, bunny. It's been a tough week, and... I want you."

You let out a sympathetic hum, "I miss you too. But I have to go. I'm sorry."

"Alright." William sighed, "Fine. But don't expect to get off the hook next time I see you, little one. You need to tell me these things sooner rather than later."

The brit heard you giggle over the phone, "It'll be fine, Will. Surely you can survive two weeks without me."

"Getting smart with me now, hm?"

"No, sir."

William let out a pleased hum, "Good bunny. I'll miss you, okay? Have fun for me, alright? I'll be here waiting for you."

"I will, I will... Hey, before I forget; you remember that book you gave me, right? The old, thick and dusty one?"

"It's not old, love. It's classic."

You giggled again, "Classic, sure. Well, I finished it. I'll leave it in your mailbox before I go. Maybe that'll keep you occupied until I get back."

"Nothing could replace your company, little one. But, thank you. That's very kind."

"It's no problem. I gotta go pack now, Will. I'm sorry again. I'll see you next saturday, okay?"

"...Alright, bunny. Have fun. I love you."

"Love you too."

~~~

It was odd to have an empty house on the weekends. While William was used to Michael being away at his mother's, the house felt more depressing than usual without you in it. Dull. Grey. No life whatsoever.

William didn't drink often, not at all. He never found it to be that classy, and he wasn't about to throw his charm to the wind over alcohol. But god fucking damn it. He missed you so fucking much that Saturday afternoon. His cigarettes weren't having their usual kick to them. He needed something stronger to fill the void where you should be.

Pouring his second glass of whiskey for the evening, he couldn't help but wonder how you were. Your college was taking you an entire state away from him. Those fucking bastards. How dare they drag you so far away from him. What if you got hurt? Or in trouble? And he wasn't there to save his precious bunny? You knew his number, sure, but you were still so fucking far away from him. And a lot can happen so many miles away.

William took a large swig of the alcohol.

Fucking hell. He missed you so damn much.

He knew you didn't mean to tell him about the trip so late. You were a good bunny. Hell, he was the entire reason you didn't go when you were supposed to. He vaguely remembered convincing you to stay in town the first time you told him about it. You had just forgotten this time, surely. He couldn't stay mad at you for that. It was hard for him to stay mad at you in general. You were just too cute.

But William was miserable. He didn't want this shit to happen again. You would need to learn your lesson. And he'd make you learn it next time you were over.

But would he? Thinking of it now, it was hard for him to imagine giving you any sort of punishment. He just wanted you close to him. To pull you in his lap and kiss those sweet lips of yours. Hold you close to him. Lie down on his chest while he read his books before bed.

Oh, yes. That's right. The book he leant you. You said you'd give it back before you left.

Maybe he should take your advice. Use it to get his mind off you.

Finishing up his glass, William finished up his glass before he walked to the front door, opening and shutting it behind him as he made his way to the mailbox. The cool breeze of the sunset blew his neatly-combed hair out of place, washing over his pale skin. Upon opening up his mailbox, sure enough. The book he leant you was in there. But, it was... strange. Looked a lot fatter than normal.

The older man reached in and took the book out, brow furrowing in slight confusion. Leaning against the mailbox to shut it, the brit opened up the pages to see inside.

...

Oh.

William could feel the heat creep down his neck and cheeks.

Oh.

Oh, bunny. Sweet bunny.

Strewn about the pages was a handful of polaroid pictures. Pictures of you. In so many different positions... so many. He could see the plushness of your thighs. Your sweet little smile. Those big, gorgeous doe eyes. Your cute little pair of underwear...

You even still had some of the marks he'd given you last time you were over. And was that his dress shirt? It certainly was. How long have you had that, little one? Why, sir barely noticed that it was gone. Stealing his things now, are we? Naughty bunny.

You've been so bad recently, haven't you? William didn't much appreciate that. You had earned yourself a punishment, bunny. You probably know that just as sir does though, don't you? Was this your attempt at getting out of it?

William calmly shut the book, but quickly walked back into his house.

It worked, bunny.

For now.

[melodygatesauthor]

Chapter 5: The Broken Machine

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake (she's the real MVP)

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Chapter Summary:

Steven and you need to find more ways to be alone. Thankfully he has some ideas.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 4.6k

Your mind had been buzzing since Wednesday night. It was now Monday morning, and you’d spent the weekend tossing and turning through sleepless nights and struggling to get your work done. Somehow you managed though, despite your mind being almost completely preoccupied with the thought of Steven’s lips on yours.

Nearly every night you’d found yourself waiting for Layla to fall asleep so you could close your eyes and touch yourself to the thought of Steven’s glossy lips after he kissed you. Seeing the way he became completely undone over you was constantly running through your head.

While you’d spent the weekend with your mind in the clouds, Steven spent his fighting the voices in his head. He’d been successful at shutting them out, despite Marc’s desperate attempts at taking over. Steven’s affections for you and his determination to make the other two honor their promise kept him stronger than either Marc or Jake realized he could be.

When he wasn’t arguing with them, he was grabbing the curtain rod while the water ran over his back in the shower and jerking himself thoughts of you. If it wasn’t in the shower, it was in his bed with a towel handy. Steven wasn’t a wholly sexual man, he appreciated the mind more than the body, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t completely entranced by the thought of taking you on his desk.

He knew he was going to see you today, but he didn’t realize it would be so soon. You were at Moonbean Coffee, back facing him, getting your drink. He didn’t even hesitate to walk inside. When you turned around to face him, it took his breath away.

“Steven.” You said softly. “Hi.”

He had that dumb smile on his face that you couldn’t get enough of. Dopey with hooded eyes that seemed to devour every inch of you. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Hi…I, uh, remembered my wallet today!” He said proudly.

You chuckled, “that’s good. I’m on a college budget after all.” You grabbed your coffee from T and thanked her.

Steven walked up and ordered his drink as you waited. Still nothing wrong with walking to class alongside your professor.

“Did you see about that art gallery? On the poster there?” Steven asked, pointing at the wall behind you.

You looked at it wistfully and sighed. “Yeah I saw it. Like I said, college budget, can’t exactly afford to go do a lot of extra things like that. Would’ve loved to go though. Oh well.”

His smile faltered and he cleared his throat, “yeah, I can understand that.”

Steven had nearly forgotten what it was like to be a college student. He knew all too well the feeling of indigestion that came with eating ramen for lunch several days in a row in order to save a little cash. He felt bad for even bringing it up, realizing how insensitive it was.

Steven picked up his beverage when it was handed to him, and the two of you made your way outside. Neither of you said a word, you felt too nervous to ask him about Wednesday night, afraid that he might shush you or tell you never to speak of it again. The thought of him rejecting you was gut wrenching.

“Did you finish the paper for class?” He asked, fortunately breaking the awkward silence with something other than the talk of your not relationship.

“Yeah I did, I…Oh shit!” You stopped walking and looked over at him pleadingly. “I forgot to print it. I’ll be a couple minutes late, I guess. I’ll run to the library and get it now.”

He smiled affectionately toward you. He liked it when you looked a little flustered.

“That’s alright, love, just get in as quick as you can, yeah?”

You nodded, “yeah, ‘course.”

His eyes were stuck on yours, they trailed down to look at your lips for a second before you heard someone walking down the sidewalk.

“Dr. Grant!” They shouted. It was another student.

He sucked in a breath and looked over at them and then back to you.

“Go get that printed and I’ll see you in class.” He patted your shoulder.

You felt Steven’s phantom hand on your shoulder for your entire walk to the library. He had you in a daze, unable to think about much else other than his very attractive, though disheveled, appearance. 

You pulled out your laptop at your regular table in the corner of the library and got your document opened. It was quiet there, only one staff member and a couple students scattered around. You were genuinely relieved not to see the librarian that Steven had apparently stood up. You felt a little bad for her, but that quickly faded when you remembered why he stood her up.

You set your paper to print and went into the printer room. The machine wasn’t working. Of course it wasn’t working. You knew you should’ve gotten up earlier to make sure you printed it on time, but the sleepless nights thanks to Steven wandering through your mind day and night made it hard to get up on time. You started pushing buttons on the machine when you felt someone step in behind you, standing just a little too close judging by the body heat.

“I think…if you push that button there.” Steven’s voice was closer than you thought as he reached around the left side of you and pressed a green button on the machine. The printer hummed and started right away.

A daring hand touched your right hip. You felt your body tense. He leaned forward, the stubble of his chin touched your soft cheek. You spun around and grabbed the printer behind you for support. Steven’s eyes were bouncing between yours rapidly, his breathing coming out heavy. You tucked the stray curl that fell in front of his face back, Steven humming quietly in response.

Steven was anything but rough, though when it came to things like this, he had a tendency to get carried away. His hand grabbed your hip, pulling you against him closer, squeezing tightly. Before you knew it, his mouth melted into yours with a desperation, a need that he couldn’t rightly fulfill there in the printer room of the library. You lost your balance and backed up into the printer, forcing the printing to cease with a loud unhappy sound.

Steven stopped, backing up and looking you up and down. He wiped the spit from his lips and then shoved his hands in his pockets nervously. You wondered if that was a way for him to keep his hands from betraying him even more. You turned around thoroughly flustered and grabbed your papers from the machine.

“Shit.” You muttered, rifling through them. “It only printed a few of the pages.”

The machine had an error message on the screen indicating a jam. Groaning, you pressed your palm to your forehead. Steven placed a comforting hand on your back.

“Let me see what you've got, love. Why don’t you get the rest of it to me later, yeah? I’m sort of to blame.” He let out a soft chuckle and gave you that smile that made your body melt instantly.

“You can’t treat me differently than you treat the other students.” You said under your breath, “that’s not right.”

“If one of my students came to me and told me they’d had trouble printing, I’d let them have a little extra time. I want to be one of those cool professors, you know? The ones all the students like?” He walked out of the room and sighed.

“So far, I’d say you’ve made a good impression.”

With that cheeky statement, and a skull full of nothing but air, you walked over to the table and collected your belongings before following Steven back to the classroom. He didn’t have to wear those tight pants, did he? Hugging the curves of his ass so nicely. You still couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. He gave you a sly smirk as he held the door open for you.

Class was difficult to get through, to say the least. Steven was managing to keep his eyes averted from yours, choosing to focus his gaze on other students. He knew that looking at you would turn his insides into mush, but you had no choice but to watch him and try to absorb his teachings. As he talked your eyes were fixated on his lips, staring intently and trying not to imagine him touching you in all the most depraved ways imaginable.

As class ended, you were trying to leave with the other students so you didn’t look suspicious, but Steven called your name, stopping you just before you reached the door. You turned to face him. He stood up and took his glasses off, placing them on the desk and waited for everyone to leave before speaking.

“Erm, I was thinking that it might be good to move the tutoring sessions to my office instead of…here.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You think it…” you furrowed your brow as you trailed off in thought. Moving the tutoring to his office would be anything but helpful. “Steven, I don’t know if that will really be a good idea, do you? How will I get anything done with…”

“With what?” He stepped forward, your breath caught in your throat.

Did he even know the effect he had on you?

“I’ll make sure we get studying done, I just think …might be nice to have some one-on-one teaching. Less chance of interruptions.” He gulped, “it’s for your benefit.”

Steven wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more, himself or you. You were standing there with your eyes wide, biting your bottom lip. There wasn’t a chance in hell that you two were going to be getting any actual work done.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll be there.” You gave him a smirk before leaving for your next class.

That night you hardly slept again. Your mind was wandering, thinking about Steven pinning you against the printer in the library. Steven was always having trouble sleeping, even before the voices in his head were relentless, but now he was finding it even harder. He was doing it though, he was keeping them away, he wasn’t going to let them interfere with his life anymore, especially now that he’d found you.

Tuesday was tough to get through. You were staring at the clock as Professor Harrow’s class concluded and he dismissed you all.

“There will be a quiz on chapter two of your reading assignment so please make sure to study!” He called to the class as you walked out to the hall with Cameron at your side.

“Do you have another class right now?” Cameron asked, running a hand through his hair.

“No, I was probably gonna just work on a reading assignment for my poetry class, why?” You saw him look from the library and back to you.

“I suck at quizzing and wasn’t sure if you wanted to help me? You always do great with them.” He looked at you with a pair of pleading eyes that made it hard to say no.

Cameron was always so nice to you, and he was genuine. He always helped you with your other classes, and the classes you’d had together in the past, the least you could do was help him with this.

“Sure, let’s go to the library.”

The two of you found a spot near the entrance. You managed to keep yourself from scowling at the librarian that Steven had asked out the other day. You didn’t have any real reason to dislike her, but the thought that he almost went on a date with her brought a little pang of jealousy to your chest. 

You and Cameron got to work quickly, and he turned out to be better than he claimed. Professor Harrow’s quizzes weren’t usually very hard as long as you read the chapter he gave you and absorbed the material. It was a creative writing class, and the book was exploring the different ways to express emotions in writing. The big message was “showing” instead of “telling” the reader, which was easier said than done.

You looked up at one point and couldn’t help noticing Steven walking into the library. Your breath caught in your throat, as it often did when he was in the room. Trying to focus on what Cameron was saying became impossible while you watched your history professor make his way to the check out desk. The woman he’d asked out was at the counter. They spoke quietly, but you could make out their conversation.

“I’m sorry for what happened the other night. I should’ve texted you but now’s not a good time f’me. You seem lovely though, so I wanted to apologize for that.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, a sign that you learned meant he was nervous.

“I don’t really care.” She said bluntly. “I took a chance on you because you seemed different than the other losers I’ve dated, but you’re not so…yeah. That’s why I always keep my expectations low.”

“Oh my God, look at this.” Cameron pointed to a passage in the book.

It wasn’t as funny to you as it was to Cameron, but his laughter was contagious.

Steven’s eyes found you when he looked over to his right and saw you sitting with Cameron. You were looking away from him, smiling and reading over something with the other student. While he knew that was good, you talking to someone your own age, it bothered him. It bothered him even more when something the boy said made you giggle. It made him wonder if there was something really wrong with him, feeling this way about someone like you. Everything about it was wrong.

You were so full of life, so curious and kind. There wasn’t anything Steven could think of that he would desire more in a woman. The age difference didn’t matter to him, neither did the fact that you were his student. He just wanted to be around you, to learn about the things you liked, your dreams and goals. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper into this infatuation with you the longer he stared.

Your eyes turned up and met with Steven’s.

“Unless you need something else, then we don’t need to talk.” Jane said to him, breaking his train of thought.

“Yeah, sure, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make things even more awkward.” Steven chuckled.

“Well, you failed so…”

Steven didn’t actually come into the library to apologize to Jane, he had seen you head here from the hall and wanted the chance to see you. It was when he saw Jane behind the desk that he decided he should try to at least clear the air, especially since they were both working in the same building. Really, it was Marc’s fault, he never should’ve pushed Steven to date the poor girl in the first place.

“Right, well. I’ll see you around I guess.”

Steven looked at you one more time on his way out the door before turning the corner and disappearing. 

You and Cameron wrapped up your studying before your next class, where you found yourself plagued with more thoughts around Steven. Your thoughts weren’t purely sexual, though those ideas did cross your mind. You wondered what he liked to do on the weekends though, and what kind of music he listened to. He was clearly a worldly man, so you were sure he had a good list of books he enjoyed and stories to tell. Everything about him captivated you, and you wanted to know everything.

When it was finally Wednesday night, after both you and Steven had spent his entire class earlier that day trying desperately not to look at each other, you found yourself standing outside of his office door, knocking on it with a trembling hand.

“Yeah! Just a minute!” You heard him yell out.

After some banging around and several curses, Steven opened the door. He was breathing heavily and giving you that goofy smile that drove you crazy.

“Are you alright?” You asked, chuckling.

“Yeah, better now, just banged my knee on the desk s’all.” He ushered you in the room before closing the door.

You walked over to the chair on the opposite side of his desk and stood there awkwardly. You weren’t sure how to navigate this, now that you were both being more open about your feelings. Did you walk over and just makeout with him? Did he even want to makeout with you? Was this just going to be a normal tutoring session? You decided it was probably best to wait and see what he did.

Steven’s mind was wandering, too, though, just as confused as you were. He wanted nothing more than to pick you up and kiss you breathless all evening, but he also knew that wouldn’t be the most productive thing. You’d worn such a short little skirt, too, and he’d been eyeing you in it all day. You put your bag on the chair as he walked up to you, not close enough to touch, but he was slowly inching closer, clearly unsure.

“So, Steven, now that we’re in your office…” you gulped.

He walked another step closer, “yeah, I thought you could benefit from some…one-on-one tutorin’.”

Another step.

“Are you going to teach me? I don’t know a lot.” You admitted. You were certain that you weren’t talking about history anymore, but wondered if Steven was catching the hints you were handing him on a silver platter.

He took one more step, now standing close enough to reach forward and kiss you if he wanted to.

“Are we…” He leaned in close, “are we still talking about history lessons or…”

You grabbed Steven by the shirt and pulled him in, unable to resist the feeling of his soft lips against yours any longer. He groaned, grabbing your hips and breathing you in with every kiss. You were finally alone, finally able to taste him again, letting your tongue slip into his mouth. Both of your hands were grabbing the back of his head, keeping him close, a small part of you afraid that he was going to pull away from you too soon again.

He didn’t though. Steven wanted to feel as much of you as you would let him. He pushed you back into the desk, grinding into you a little when he did. You felt his erection plainly through his pants, brushing up against your leg gently. You scooted up with his help, various office supplies fell off the desk all around you.

“I’m sorry.” You said breathlessly, working on taking off your jacket.

“Don’t care about that stuff.” Steven muttered while he lazily kissed down your neck.

You finally got your coat off and Steven wasted no time exploring your waist with his large hands. He snuck one of them under your shirt but before going further, he stopped and looked into your eyes.

“Please tell me if you get uncomfortable, alright? We can stop any time, just say something, please.”

You nodded breathlessly before grabbing his curly head and going in for more passionate and sloppy kisses. He was moaning, more than you were, desperate and needy. You’d never been with someone like that, someone who wanted you so badly and so openly. His hand reached up and tucked under the cup of your bra, brushing over the smooth skin of your breast. He brought his lips back to your neck, lapping his tongue over the skin there gently.

“Steven, I want you to touch me…please.” You begged, putting a hand on his arm and slowly pushing it down between your legs.

He looked at you in awe before tucking his hand under your skirt and pressing it against your panties. Steven let out a shuddering sigh upon feeling the soaking wet fabric. You leaned your hips forward into his touch.

“Oh, love, is that…is that all f’me?” He looked down at his arm and then back up at you again.

You bit your lip, “y-yeah, been thinking about you so much. Please, help me.”

He slid his fingers up and worked them in between the waistband of your underwear. The moment his middle finger touched your clit, you gasped. Steven covered your sweet little whimpers with his mouth. When he started swirling his finger around in your juices, you whined even more.

You wanted to feel him. You had to. You were desperate to know what his cock felt like in your hand, how it looked. Steven kept rubbing his finger over your clit while you pulled at his shirt. You were trying to undo the buttons, but they were giving you trouble.

“Just rip it, just take it off, don’t care.” He said, watching you pop the buttons off with a harsh pull.

He brought his chest to yours again, laying you back on the desk while he kept moving his fingers over your soaked folds. You helped him get your panties off so he could get to you easier.

“Wanna hold your cock in my hand, please Steven.” You said softly, pulling at his pants.

He stepped back and undid his pants, pulling them down around his thighs along with his boxer-briefs.

“Oh. Oh wow.” Your eyes grew wide at the sight.

“What?” Steven looked down at his thick cock and then back up at you. “S’not good? Something wrong?”

“N-no I just…it’s huge.” Your jaw was hanging open until Steven let out a self satisfied chuckle and came back over to you.

He replaced his fingers over your clit, drawing circles around it, teasing you like mad. The feeling of having him so close was intoxicating and you almost couldn’t believe it was really happening. You reached a hand down grabbing his cock firmly in your hand. Steven’s body trembled at your touch. It was so thick you couldn’t wrap your whole hand around it. He bucked his hips forward, forcing your hand down to the base.

Steven went back in to cover your lips in his before slipping a finger into your slick channel. You hummed into his mouth, squeezing his hair a little harder and tightening your grip around his cock. You moved your hand up and down in a slow jerking motion, not sure if you were doing it right, but he seemed to like it.

That’s the moment that Steven realized that when you said you didn’t know a lot, it’s because you hadn’t done a lot. His finger was thick, and your cunt was tight. He didn’t dare to try for another. He slid his one finger back and forth, running it along your soft walls, drawing whimpering moans from your lips. He separated his face from yours and looked at you.

“You’ve never…you’ve never done this before, have you?” He asked breathlessly.

You shook your head, “I mean, I’ve done some stuff before but I’ve never, like, gone all the way with someone.”

As if he needed another thing to add to his already guilty conscience. He couldn’t hear Marc, and hoped that Marc wasn’t silently listening in because he knew he’d get a headful later if he was.

“Don’t you worry about anything other than this, yeah? I want you to feel good, feel ready. What you’re doing there with your hand, that’s perfect, love, s’all I need.” 

He seemed very insistent on kissing you as much as he could, as though your lips would run off if he didn’t hold them down with his own.

You held on to the back of his head for support while you kept sliding your hand over his shaft. A big part of you really wanted to give yourself over to him, to feel him inside of you, splitting you open, molding you to his size; the other part of you, the part with some common sense, knew that it was better to wait. You weren’t ready, that much was clear by the way you were trembling in his arms.

Steven churned his hips in rhythm with the finger that was fucking your hole. You felt so wet, so soft, he couldn’t believe you were so aroused by him. He knew you were into him, that much was apparent, but he didn’t know you were that attracted to him. The feeling excited him. He so desperately wanted to feel what your cunt would be like, clenching down over his girth while he filled you up, but he knew you’d tell him when you were ready. For now, your little hand wrapped around his cock, sliding deliciously in time with him felt more than enough.

“Oh, love, you feel that? Your pretty little…oh it’s just tightening so much over my finger, does that feel good, darling?”

You nodded, “yeah, yes it feels better than anything, Steven I don’t think I’m going to make it much longer.”

All those nights you’d spent finger fucking yourself while dreaming of this moment couldn’t compare to the real thing. You never thought Steven would feel this good touching you, his thick fingers feeling so much more intense than your own. In one more push forward, one more run against your walls, your arousal pooled in your core and sent you gasping, head tossed back while your mind went blank.

Steven thrust faster into your hand, which you’d stopped jerking at that point, unable to continue moving your body at all. You felt the spurts of cum as they hit you, some on your inner thighs and some even landed on the floor. Steven sounded beautiful when he was coming, and his face had never looked so at peace as it did in that moment.

He leaned in and kissed you again, keeping his lips there for a while before pulling you in for a long embrace.

“How was that? Did I do okay?” You asked as he pulled back from the hug.

His brow furrowed, “love…” he touched your cheek softly. “‘Course you did, you could just do nothin’ at all and I’d be just as thrilled.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve this infatuation from him. He stepped back and started pulling up his pants. Sitting up, you reached between your thighs and took a glob of his cum that had landed there and held it on your fingers.

“Oh, let me grab you a-”

You stuck your fingers in your mouth to taste him before he could finish speaking, too curious to stop. It was salty and sweet, a delicious combination that you weren’t expecting. The texture was different, but not bothersome to you at all. Steven’s lips were slightly parted and he just stood there with his hand pressed against his chest.

“Is that, erm, what did you think?” He asked.

You weren’t sure if he was asking you about the taste of his cum, or if he was referring to his fingering you, but it was all better than you could’ve dreamed.

You smiled at him happily, “all of it was more than good, it was perfect.”

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Saying Sorry Part 3 (Steve X You)

A/N: Look at that utterly adorable sleeping boy <3 Ok, this took me awhile but alas my brain give you this.

Warning: Smut, a dash of angst, and all the fluff, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3378

Steve’s eyes kept glancing over to your empty chair in class as the teacher droned on about things he could care less about. Since that night after the game, he found himself being more lethargic than usual. It had been a couple of months since he talked to you but he did pass you in the hall a few times and, of course, still saw you during P.E. Every time you caught him looking, you would give him a soft smile before focusing on whatever else you were doing. 

He hated that you were being so kind to him. Part of him wished you would go back to glaring at him with disdain filled eyes so he could continue acting like he didn’t care. 

Steve had started seeing a girl he barely liked hoping it would take his mind off you. Jessie was nice enough and definitely pretty. She had this slightly vapid personality though that drove him up a wall but she was what the popular kids considered “acceptable.” 

This was the second day you hadn’t show up and he was starting to get worried. As the bell rang signaling the end of the period, he bolted to the lunchroom searching for your friend.

“Hey. You’re Y/N friend, right?”

Carrie looked up at him in utter confusion. “Yes? Why? Are you and Tommy missing her since you have no one else around here to make feel bad?”

He flinched at her comment and she caught it, scrunching her nose even further. “I, um, she just hasn’t been in class and I know…I mean…I just want to know if she’s ok, Carrie.”

Your friend sighs, feeling sympathy for his broken tone. “She’s fine, just sick. She caught a cold so she’s been at home. Y/N said she’ll be back after the weekend.”

Steve thanked her before running down the hall, out the door, and towards the parking lot.

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“Steve? What-what are you doing here?”

Loud knocking had startled you awake from your cocoon you had made on the couch. You thought it might be Carrie to bring you your homework from class but were totally throw off guard when you saw your old best friend standing at your front door.

“I talked to your friend and she said you were sick. You haven’t been at school…”

“Yeah, no, come in.”, you quickly usher him in as you close the door. “I just got a bit of a bug but I’m okay. My parents are visiting my aunt this weekend so I thought I could just rest here.”

His worried eyes scanned over your face as he reached out to touch your forehead. “See? No fever.”

“Can I keep you company?”

“Oh, Steve. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Pfft. You underestimate me and my immune system.” He smiles cockily making you giggle. “What are you watching?”, he glances at the screen. 

“An Affair to Remember. We can watch something else—”

“No, no. I think it’s cute you still like these black and white movies.” He grins as he comes around to sit on the sofa and you follow him bundling back up in your blankets. “What’s it about?”

“It’s about two people who meet on a cruise who lead very different lives on land. They fall in love and give themselves 6 months to get their affairs in order and meet again at the Empire State Building.”

His smile grows as he watches you speak. Movies like this were always a weakness for you especially when you were feeling low. When he was younger, he would always sit with you and watch your eyes light up as you watched the cheesy romances or film noir style dramas unfold. 

Twelve-year-old Steve throws on his father’s suit jacket and hat causing you to chuckle at the sight; everything on him two sizes too big.

“What are you doing?!”, you laugh.

“If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life!” He tugs at your hand, twirling you into his arms as he tilts the hat up so you can see his face. “We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.”

“I said I would never leave you!”

“And you never will…”

Steve had always loved doing little things like that to make you laugh. Truth be told he had only ever put in that kind of effort with you. None of the girls he dated ever got to see that side of him. 

Without thinking, his hand reaches out to brush some of your hair behind your ear. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen as you scooted your body closer to his and curled up into his side.

A pleasant sigh leaves your chest as his cheek rests on top of your head and his arm pulls you closer to his body. He had told you before he couldn’t be what you needed to him to be but right now all you needed was this. 

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You woke up a few hours later, placed flat on the couch with the covers tucked up over your chin. 

“Steve?”

“Yeah. Hey, I’m right here.” He came from the kitchen holding a tray in his hands before placing it on the coffee table in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better. I can breathe through my nose so…”, you laugh as he smiles. “What’s this?”

“Oh.” He sits on the floor and you slide off the couch to sit near him. “I have here grilled cheese and some tomato soup with some juice and a bottle of water. Your mom used to make this for me when I wasn’t feeling so hot. I still make it at home when I’m sick.”

You reach out and gently caress his cheek. “Steve, baby, why are you here?”

He exhales heavily as his hand comes up to take yours. “I don’t know…You weren’t at school and I just kept thinking…what if something happened to you? What if you were hurt or… I needed to know you were alright.”

“Does Jessica Sampson know you’re here? Or Tommy? Carol?”

“To be fair, I don’t think Jessie even realizes I’m not there. She’s so absorbed with her fucking hair; I swear one day it’s going to absorb HER and she’ll turn into that thing in The Addam’s Family.” You couldn’t help but cackle at his comment and he couldn’t enough. “I’m serious! She already talks in that high pitch voice.”

“I’m not here to make things difficult.”, he continued. “I’m so fucking confused, Y/N. To them I’m somebody. To my parents, I’m a nobody. I hate both options. I hate the somebody I am around them but I hate feeling nothing at home. I feel like I can’t win.”

“How do you feel around me?”

Steve flashes you a playful smile. “Before or after freshman year?”

“Surprise me.”

“You’ve always made me feel seen, like I matter. And how did I repay you? Forgetting your birthday and ditching you. Letting people like Tommy hurt you.” He pauses as he looks down at the floor. “Fucking you…the way I did.”

“What do you mean?”, you asked in a delicate tone. 

“You deserve to have someone make love to you. Y/N, we have yet to even do any kind of foreplay. I feel like I’m…using you.”

His eyes flutter shut when he feels your fingers run through his hair. “Steve, I’m not going to push you. I get it. I really do especially with how things are at your house. I just wish I could make you understand how much it hurt me when I lost you. You made me feel seen to and I loved the way you looked at me. I loved…you.”

You crawl into his lap with your back to his chest and he promptly encases you in his arms. 

“You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?”

You smile softly as he quotes from the only movie he can seem to remember the lines to. Turning your forehead against his cheek you respond as Ilsa did in the film.

“I didn’t count the days.”

“Well, I did. Every one of 'em…”

##############

For the rest of the afternoon, you leaned against him watching tv or sleeping. As nighttime rolled around you felt one hundred times better. 

“Ok, I’m going to go take a shower because I imagine I smell like disease.”

“What does that even mean?”, Steve chuckles.

Grinning at him, you start to climb to stairs, pausing to turn your head in his direction. “Are you coming?”

The boy stumbles as he quickly rises, heading for the stairs and follows you to your bathroom. After turning on the hot water, you two disrobe and he holds your hand as you enter the shower. Steve is incredibly stiff at first, unsure of how proceed or if he even should as his fingers tenderly caress your cheek.

“You said we hadn’t done any kind of foreplay and I thought…since you’ve been making me such delicious meals…maybe I can offer you one of my own.”

“Fuck me.”, he stuttered.

Steve fell forward, kissing your lips before trailing them down you neck to your breasts. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, tongue playing with your erect nub as you gently moan. Descending to his knees, you reached behind his head to tangle your fingers through his damp hair as he kissed along your tummy. 

“I-I feel like I should tell you…no one has ever gone down on me before.”

His eyes squinted up at you playfully. “Are you joking?”

“No!”, you giggle. “You remember, the other guys we double dated with at most fingered me and then the one other guy I was with said he didn’t want eat me out because…because he thought it was gross.” You cringe as you say your last sentence and Steve’s forehead leans against your body as he laughs. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Like this dude had no problem sticking his dick in something he thought was ‘gross’ but couldn’t fucking…oh my god…what an idiot.” The man lifted your leg and placed your foot on the edge of the tub. “I mean look at this beautiful pussy that belongs to this beautiful woman.”

A small moan falls from your lips as he leans his head between your legs and his nose grazes your clit. “Y/N, you smell so fucking good.” Your palms shoot out to balance on his shoulders as his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds. “Jesus… and you taste so fucking sweet, honey.”

“Please…”, you beg. 

He obliges, enveloping your clit in his mouth as he flicked it with his tongue. You had never felt anything like this before as he devoured you feeling overwhelmed by him with just his tongue alone. As you continued to whimper, he hummed in approval, the vibration hitting your core as your eyes rolled back. 

“Y-yes, Steve, please. It feels so…mmm.”

“Cum for me, honey. I want to feel your cum on my lips.” Two of his fingers breached your entrance, thrusting rapidly into you as he pressed his head as deep between your sex as he could, shaking it from side to side as he sucked on your nub. 

Your fingers clung to his hair as your hips grinded against him, stuttering slightly as you mewled his name and came harder than you ever had before. He quickly removed his digits, replacing them with his tongue as he drank you in. Your thighs trembled around him as you gradually came back down. 

“Steve…Steve, please. I can’t…”

As soon as he rose to his feet, you promptly wrapped your arms around his waist and panted into his chest. 

“Are you okay?”, he whispered.

“Yeah. That was…amazing. I’m just… I’m so tired.”

Steve couldn’t help but giggle. “Too much too soon? Come on. Let’s get you clean and into bed. 

###############

You woke up a little after midnight to the darkness of your room, Steve fast asleep beside you as your head rested on his chest. Before you both had crashed, you suggested he take off his jeans to get more comfortable as a friendly gesture but right now when you looked down you couldn’t ignore the massive bulge outlining his boxers. 

The first time he got a boner in front of you he was so embarrassed.

“Steve…Steve…STEVE!”, you whispered trying to gently shake him awake. 

“Mm, what?”

“You, um, are you having a good dream?”

“What?” He looked down, immediately jumping up from your floor and covering his lower half with his backpack. “Shit. Y/N, I’m so…so fucking sorry!”

“Steve, it’s ok! My parents kind of explained how…some mornings... for boys…” He groaned as he blushed. “It’s ok. I’m not offended or anything. Do you want to use my shower to…cool down?”

“Yes, please.”

“Ok and when you come out, I promise I will never mention this again!”

He flashes you another embarrassed but thankful smile as he runs to your bathroom. 

You grin as you look up at his sleeping face, your palm rubbing his stomach over his shirt. He still had some features of the boy you met all those years ago especially as he slept. He seemed so calm as his face relaxed. Right now, he wasn’t thinking about the kids at school or his parents. Steve wasn’t thinking about how he had hurt you or how much he fucking missed you every day. Right now, it was just you and him. Two best friends that found each other amid all the chaos in this word.  

You watched his face as your hand glided under the fabric and gently caressed his skin. He didn’t move as the pads of your fingers grazed over his happy trail to the hair along his chest. Carefully, you lifted yourself to a seated position as you continued to rub him. The cock in his boxers had gradually began to harden and was threatening to poke out of its confinement. 

Steve heavily sighed, turning his head in the other direction as your hand reached into his underwear to pull out his dick. You had obviously felt him inside of you so you knew he was big but seeing him in your tiny hands had you wondering how he fit himself into your body. No wonder he left you sore afterwards; not that you minded. 

As you slowly pumped him with your hand, you heard a tiny moan emit for his lips. Bending over his waist, you ran your tongue along his length from the bottom of his shaft up to his slit, leaving a tiny kiss before you repeated your actions. 

A small whimper left you as a long line of spit fell from your lips and you twisted your palm around him feeling him throb in your hands. A hand rested on your back and your turned to see Steve’s lust filled eyes meeting yours. 

“Does it feel good?”, you whisper.

“Baby, you have no idea.” Focusing back on your task, you wrap your lips around him and steadily bob your head. “F-fuck. Let-let me help you…” You lean out of his way as he lifts his hip to slide off his boxers and removes his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Grabbing your cheeks, he pulls you to him for a sloppy kiss as his tongue invades your mouth.

“Wait, Y/N.”, he pants as you continue to pump him with your hand. “I-I-I don’t want you to think this why—mmm—I came over. I really was worried.”

“I know, Steve. I know.”

“These past two years, I always thought about you. I—”

“Steve, it’s okay. It’s okay. Please… just fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.”

He scooped you into his arms, placing your back against the mattress. After you tossed your clothes on the floor next to his, Steve’s hand gripped your thighs, encasing himself between your legs. 

“This is how I should have done it the first time, honey. I should have made love to you instead of fucking you.” His palm reached between your bodies, guiding himself into your entrance as your arms fly up to grip his shoulders. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

Steve’s head fell beside yours, switching between kissing your neck and whispering in your ear as he pumped into you with long, deep strokes that had your eyes rolling.

“You should have been allowed to feel every inch of me, slow and hard. I know I can feel every part of you. Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Mmm, Steve.”

“Fuck, I love the way you moan my name. Say it again, Y/N.”

Your fingers wind in his hair as you wrap your other arm around his neck, whimpering his name as he thrusts into you a bit faster. He tenderly kisses up your jawline, lifting his head as he looks into your half-lidded eyes. 

“I should have told you how…beautiful you are. How I’m…mmm… never going to be that asshole again.” His own eyes close as his forehead falls on yours. “I’m never going to hurt you like that again, honey. I screwed up, I know. No one has ever cared about…mmm…me the way you did. I…I love you, Y/N…so fucking much. God damn. Can I cum inside you?”

You nod as you bring his head back down to the nook between your neck and shoulder. You couldn’t let him see you cry. He told you he loved you and that he would never hurt you again but you knew the truth. It was all a fantasy. Tomorrow he would wake up and go back to his girlfriend with his popular friends. He would say hello to you but that would be it. He couldn’t give up that life… He had promised you up until freshman year he would always be there for you…then he wasn’t…

Holding him tightly to you, your body shook underneath him as you came. A few moments later, his rhythm faltered and he grunted into your neck as he thrust his seed inside of you. 

You wiped your eyes before he could lift his head, delicately kissing your lips before pulling out of you. 

“Did you want to take a shower or?”

“No, Steve, I’m ok.”

He reached over to your nightstand, grabbing a tissue before cleaning between your legs. Steve laid back down beside you and to his surprise, you didn’t curl up on his chest again. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” When you didn’t answer he sighed. “It’s because I said I love you, isn’t it? I wasn’t lying about that.”

“Hm. You love me but yet you’re with someone else.”

“Y/N, I haven’t even talked to her in three days. I’m not even really into her—”

“Wow. I’m sure she feels special.”

“God damnit, Y/N. I…”, he cuts himself off as he tries to gather his thoughts. “I don’t want to be this guy anymore. I don’t want to be someone I’m not. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes emphatically meet yours. “I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll tell Tommy and Carol to fuck off. I’ll set every fucking kid in that school straight about you. I’ll go to school on Monday and remain on my knees all day because that’s where I belong. Forever on my knee, Y/N, begging for your forgiveness.”

You can’t help but chuckle making him smile. “Do you understand why it’s hard for me to trust you?”

“Yeah, I do. I’d like to prove it to you. Prove that I can be a better person than King Steve.”

You lean back on your pillows and roll to your side to face him as he does the same; just like you two used to do when he spent the night those many years ago. His palm brushes some of your hair out of your face before gliding down to the small of your back. You bring your body closer to his, resting your hand on his hip. 

“Ok.”

[obislittleone]

Temple Of The Forbidden Eye (1)

Indiana Jones x OC

Series Summary: The relationship between student and teacher is strictly professional, or at least it should be. He’s never met his match in archeological intelligence, and if he ever does, it might drive him to do something stupid. 

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since the day the capitol got invaded… yeah. I love this man and I go to disneyland often which i suppose is the origin story for this half assed pilot chapter that only has very little plot.... if you’re a disneyland fanatic like me, you gonna know every little detail of why i do what I’m doing here lol.... if you know, you know

Warnings: none yet... actually maybe a tinsy bit of misogyny (not from our man tho)

"She wore trousers," the short man said lively with great enthusiasm as well as shock and dumbfoundedness. "I've never had a female student wear trousers in my class before, it seemed so atrocious."

Professor Jones was too focussed on studying the ancient journal in front of him and making his class notes to care anything about what his colleague was going on about. The Professor's hall was a private place to eat lunch and work on lesson plans in the prestigious institute of knowledge, and Henry always took advantage of that.

"You don't say," he muttered, letting Professor Martin go further into his frenzy.

"Surely, and seeing a young lady wearing such a thing, I had half a mind to throw her out of my class until she returned with the proper attire...." he paused to huff an obnoxious sigh, but then quirked an eyebrow. "She is quite the gifted mind, though. You'll see what I'm talking about, I'm sure."

Although he had only been half listening till this point, Dr Jones' head snapped up in curiosity of the other man's suggestion.

"You mean to tell me that 'Miss trousers' is in my class?" He raised an eyebrow. He hadn't actually had a dedicated female student in his class for years.

No woman of the time was actually interested in studying the ancient art of archeological discovery. The young women sat over the desks and benches in his classroom were only there because of him. Henry Jones was never vain or prideful about his good looks. Aware of them, sure, but never boastful or otherwise arrogant. He was however positive that the girls gathered around to hear him blabber on about historical artifacts were enamored with his looks and charm. He never said anything about it, going about his job the way any man would to make wage for the day. Hearing now about a female student that showed promise was thrilling. He was all about the changes to modern society, and the inclusion of young women. He was curious as to what this young lady could someday be capable of if taught correctly, and he hadn't even met her.

"Absolutely. She even told me you were recommended by an old friend of yours," the man stopped short to jam a large bite of his sandwich into his mouth. "I cannot remember the name, but I'm sure she could tell you."

Dr. Jones sat back in his seat and continued reading over his next lesson plan, preparing a few extra class questions in advance.

It wasn't long after that he headed in the direction of his classroom, greeting his students as they accompanied him in the same hallway.

When the doors were opened wide, the young adults flooded into the room like a burst pipe, filling every seat they could at the front of the room. He waited for a select student he knew would be arriving soon. He knew her the minute she strutted in, impeccable posture, arms wrapped securely around not one, but two books. One was the required reading material and the other looked to be an archeological breakdown for the text to go further into the lessons than that which other students usually learned. She took big strides, heading to the only seat left in the very back of the classroom. As she turned around he let his eyes fall to the very thing that caught everyone's attention in the first place. Trousers. They were just a tad too big for her, needing every ounce of help the thick black belt gave them. The bottoms were rolled to cuffs just above her ankles, to show her bobby socks that peeked out of the saddle shoes she wore.

He realized he'd been staring maybe a small bit too much since she came in, but no other student noticed, so he cleared his throat before beginning.

Throughout the lecture he saw how attentive she was, paying so much close focus on every word, and no doubt etching it into the notepad she set out.

It was refreshing to see a female student taking notes. He'd never witnessed it before. He always hoped he would, because he wanted so badly to see more young women rising to the task of archeological discovery.

At the end of the lesson he began his questions. He knew he shouldn't be so rambunctious as to assume she would try and answer them in the first day, but he'd give it a shot.

"I have a few questions for you, following after the few lesson segments we completed in the last month. The more questions answered today, the less questions on this Friday's test."

The classroom stirred a bit with enthusiasm at the deal he offered. Perhaps he was being too nice, but he just had to find out if this girl was everything he assumed she would be from his colleagues words. She hadn't been here last month, but the bait was laid, so now all he had to do was she if she would bite.

"Pompeii is one of the largest excavation sites in history, but the ruins have all been finely preserved. Can anyone tell me why this is?"

A few hands went up, none of which the hand he'd been waiting for. He called on one of the male students, who answered incorrectly.

He was about to call on another when a hand in the back rose above the rest. There was a smirk on his lips as he pointed to where she sat with a nod of encouragement.

"Most of the ruins were hardened to a stone like encasing by the volcanic ash, and the rest was settled under the molten lava when it covered the city."

Bingo.

"That is correct," he paced in front of the desks closest to him. "She wasn't even here last month. Maybe you boys should put in more work."

His teasing made the classroom erupt with a small bout of laughter before he continued with some more questions. They were a tad bit easier and some of the other boys had raised their hands when she didn't, so he kept on until they reached another particularly tricky question.

"Tourists call this destination Easter Island, and it is known for the ancient statues that are hundreds in number. Can anyone give me the name for these statues?"

The classroom was silent and there were no hands going up at all. He figured it was a little out of hand to try and be so taunting to a student on their first day, but he couldn't help himself. He was a cocky little bastard.

"If no one answers this, I'll add five questions to the test."

Still no hands, but whispers arose amongst the seats. It would seem that no one remembered this tiny detail that he barely went over. But that was the point. He knew no one would remember the name which is why he asked.

Timidly and slowly, a hand in the back put itself where he could see it easily.

"Finally," he said, pointing to her place once again.

"Is it the moai?" She seemed unsure of herself, but that was absolutely the correct answer, and he was impressed. She had really done her research, in great depth and detail.

"Yes ma'am it is. The rest of you should do your homework more often," he chuckled slightly, turning around and writing the answer on the board along with the rest of the notes for them to memorize in the mean time.

Within no time, the bell rang out, and the young men scrambled out of the room as fast as their legs could carry them. It was obvious that they did not quite enjoy today's lesson. The girls took more time to leave the room, gazing upon Dr. Jones up close before they cleared out.

The last one out, of course, was the one who sat in the very back corner of the class. She made her way down the bleacher-like steps and crossed her way in front of his desk, nodding her head to him with a slight smile in hopes of catching his attention. She really didn't know how much she already had.

Again he watched her hips sway in her trousers as she crossed the threshold of the door.

Seeing as she was the last one out, he huffed a generous sigh for himself, sitting back into the chair at his desk and throwing his head back.

He wasn't sure about this one, but she seemed more intelligent than most young men nowadays, not to mention she was actually interested in her studies. They weren't just the means to an end, she really enjoyed it all.

He didn't even know for sure what he was planning, but he knew it couldn't be good.

-

The next few weeks had passed accordingly, him teaching his lessons, and her gathering all the provided information to store it for later. She was fascinated, and wanted more than anything to get into the field. She hadn't ever thought about asking for that directly, but she needed to express it somehow.

At the end of one of his classes, he bleakly stood by, waiting for everyone to clear out, but when they were all gone, she still remained, standing idly by while waiting to be addressed.

"Was there something you needed help with?" He furrowed his brow, unsure if perhaps she'd misunderstood part of today's set.

"Yes," she took a fee steps closer, hesitant to look him in the eye while asking. Most of her Professors were old fashioned and pig headed men, who talked down to her and made her feel inferior. She had very futuristic ideals, and hoped her favorite teacher would be in approval of them. She'd taken quite a liking to him, so it would be a shame if he should cast her aside like the others. "I was wondering if there were any projects I could do for extra credit?"

He lifted a brow and smirked. The last time a female student asked for extra credit, he ended up removing her from his class for misconduct. He knew the girl standing before him was quite enamored with archeology though, and not as much the man who taught it to her.

"Not that you need anu extra credit... but I have been looking for a personal apprentice," he could see the moment her eyes lit up, but he wasn't sure if it was at the word 'personal' or 'apprentice'. Perhaps even both. Maybe he was just being vain, and needed to consider that this student was genuine. She wouldn't waste his time. "Just someone to assist my work for the time being. I can't make any promises but you might learn a thing or two."

Her smile was sweet, a little bashful maybe, but sweet. Getting a closer look at her eyes for the first time, he found it a small struggle to look away from the silvery green.

"That sounds perfect, when do I start?"

He chuckled at her eagerness, ruffling through some drawers to find what he was looking for. A small paper with all the information listed was handed over, and she studied it vigorously.

"If you can make it tomorrow after school, I have a few things to go over," he pointed at the address on the paper, letting his hands intentionally graze over hers to see how she would react. She seemed a little taken back, but didn't over do it like any other girl in his class. "I suppose I'll see you then, Miss...-"

"Scarlett Ledger," she finished for him with enthusiasm. He knew her name, but it sounded better when she said it, rather than the way it was used amongst the gossip of the Professor's common room. "And thank you again, for this."

"You're welcome. I can see you're very intelligent, and it shows with how much you put into your education... this is the least I can do."

With a smile and a spring in her step she continued down the hall, ready to face the rest of her day.

Inevitably, word spread around about the apprenticeship, and there were several young men who had become instantly jealous. Although they didn't put in the effort of which they probably should have to really divilge in their lessons, they became envious of the poor girl who was only trying to do good for herself.

She was in for bullying, it was inevitable. It would only be a matter of time before something arose with one of the pig headed boys if the class.

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(tags are open, but limited)

@theatrelove3000

[luvyersblud]

big time crush: logan mitchell x reader

(gum wrapper hearts)

des.- in which you are the dumbest person he’s ever met and he can’t help but to fall in love with you

tags/warnings: fluff, ur really stupid, slowest burn to the point it doesn’t even burn

a/n: for my himbos, bimbos, thembos, and everything in between. they/them are intentional and used to describe the reader.

———

“No dude, I genuinely do not like them,” Logan groaned for the umpteenth time, burrowing his face into his hands. “You guys just don’t get it ‘cuz you’re stuck in trig! They’re genuinely so-I don’t even get how she’s in the same class as me!”

“It’s Hollywood, brains aren’t the biggest thing casters are worried about,” Kendall shrugged, tossing him an apple. James primped his hair before smiling.

“Yeah, just look at Carlos.”

“Rude!” Speak of the devil, as the helmet-bearer slid out from the yellow slide. “I’ll have you know I scored way higher than Logan once on a silence test.”

“Yeah, in like first grade?” Logan grinned, before shaking his head. “I can’t stand them guys! They literally asked me what a cosine was!”

“I don’t know what a cosine is,” James muttered.

“That’s not the point-Although that’s actually really sad for you. Either way, them sitting next to me is so obnoxious. They fix their hair every second, and they always wear these earrings that make so much noise when y/n moves their head, and they did their nails the other day and they’re so-“

“If you’re distracted by your nails, Logan, you probably have a crush on them,” James sighed. Logan simply took a bite of the apple that was aforementioned, rolling his eyes in frustration. “I don’t see the issue, why don’t you just take an hour off of math? We only need four hours a day.”

“No!” He immediately exclaimed, face heating up. He didn’t even know why he didn’t want to leave that class, but he knew he just couldn’t. Carlos gave Kendall and James a knowing look, Logan rolling his eyes and leaving to his room.

•••

“Oooh, let me guess, Virgo!” You beamed at Logan.

“Yes,” he sighed. “Let’s move on to part two-“

“You got this one wrong,” you pointed. “It’s not supposed to be an integer, the answer should be an algebraic equation.”

“For i n three x equals five?” Logan asked quizzically, confused how you even knew what algebra was from the emptiness going on in your head.

“Uhm, ya,” you chewed your gum. “Oh, want some gum by the way?” He waved a dismissive hand as you leaned over and sighed. “Do you not remember this or something? You have to expo-nen-shi-ate both sides. Uhm…Oh! That’s x equals three to the fifth power which is 243. So, the answer is C.”

“…Are you sure?” He asked, hiding his doubt as best as he could but you could tell his tone was dripping with some pity.

“Logan, I’m not that stupid. Call over Mr. Lee and see, I’m right!” He sighed, hesitating to raise his hand. There was absolutely no way you were correct, but if he could indulge you to avoid a ridiculous argument it would be better. And he didn’t want to see you upset, that would be worse for some reason he didn’t understand.

“Yes, Mitchell? What’s this?”

“Question 4, Lee,” you grinned, knowing you would prove him wrong.

“Oh, yes. You’re right, it is C. Do you need me to explain it?” You could tell Logan’s cheeks were heating up with a blush, and you tried to hide your smug smile while popping a bubble from your gum.

“No, I don’t think we need it. Thanks though!”

••••

You were minding your own business in the library, your favorite study environment. You didn’t understand anything, but you were having fun looking through books with ridiculous words and formulas that would never be of use to you. You knew very well that Logan thought you were, “dumb,” and you could care less. It was honestly amusing seeing how pressed he would get over your lack of knowledge on a subject, especially math.

You didn’t like or dislike him, it was just…A consistent relationship. That’s the best way you could describe it, so angry and tense but it flowed so well at the same time. Like a rushing current. You jumped at someone popping up behind you.

“How did you get that math problem right?!” Logan exclaimed, a leaf in his big hair. You rolled your eyes and flicked it out, snapping your gum in exaggerated annoyance.

“It’s just calc, Logan. Just ‘cuz I don’t know what an iso-iso-se, never mind, the names of all the triangles doesn’t mean I didn’t get into calc for a reason.”

“You didn’t know what a function was, y/n.” You giggled and shoved a book back into its home on the shelf.

“You’re so dumb for someone so smart. Bad bitches are good at history over math anyways.”

••••

“I think I like them, dude,” Logan said exasperatedly, James throwing his hands up in relief.

“Finally! You’ve been blowing the group chat everyday talking about how dumb their hair and nails look, criticizing every single detail of their outfit and yet you have put up every single gum wrapper heart they made you on your wall!” James gestures towards the collection, something Logan acquired over the semester, keeping every single one.

“It’s just polite!” Logan insisted. “They told me they kept my math notes in their favorite folder-Do you know how sweet that is?! What an idiot!” He groaned, shaking his head.

“I’ve never heard someone love so violently, Logan,” James sighed and combed his hair out. “Ask them out or something, just stop blowing up the group chat. I’m trying to watch Gilmore Girls, and you my friend, are not helping.”

“Shut up.”

••••

You sighed after arriving at your apartment, kicking off your shoes and flopping onto your bed. You grabbed your book bag to dig for 1984 to do your assigned reading, and as you yanked it out a silvery piece of paper flew with it.

It was a crude gum wrapper heart. It was uneven and folded quite badly and it looked like it’s been through a lot, but attached to it was a sticky note.

Thanks for the trash. Decided to show my gratitude.

You beamed, knowing exactly who it was. Logan. You quickly got to work with a pack of gum, grabbing the wrappers. Oh, you couldn’t wait to shove these in his bag.

And little did you know how happy he would be to find them.

[darkwaveho]

Favors

Summary: You get multiple surprises in one day.

Parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Stalking, harassment, cursing, suggestive content, Jealousy, groping,

Part 4 | Part 6|

The events of last night weighed heavily on you all morning. You barely slept last night and you were not in the mood for anything, or anyone especially when you get to your film class and find someone sitting in your unassigned assigned seat. you decide against confronting them about the seat, at least right away. As soon as you sit down and pull your laptop out the faint smell and that hypnotizing accent sends chills down your spine. 

“You know it’s not polite to leave someone wet and needy on top of a car, right? Not only do we need to work on your manners but aftercare as well hm?” She spoke the truth after you left her, she craved more of you she didn’t even stick around for the party too long after. In search on relief, she went back to her room and came several times while she still had the fresh memory of you on her brain. you quickly turn your head in her direction with a shocked expression. What was she doing here? How did she even know what class you were in?  

“How do you even know where my class is?” you ask with a hint of anger.

“I have my ways dekta.” you only stare at her annoyingly before she speaks again. You let silence through the atmosphere as she inches closer to you in your seat. “How about we continue what we started in the garage?” you laugh. “What we started? I’m pretty sure it’s finished.” You lower your voice. maybe you can play with her bit more. you did have fun last night seeing her easily submit to you. “I’m pretty sure you finished too.” Wanda moans with a joyful smile plastered on her face. “I know I said this before.” She slides her hand up your leg while you slap her hands away giving her a warning glare. “But I love your mouth.” Her breath faintly hits the shell of your ear. “I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing it the way I want though, maybe we can change that?” You feel her fingers lightly tug on the zipper on your jeans.

A loud voice rings through the room startling you out of your trance Wanda placed on you. “Miss Maximoff, I do not believe you are on my listing for this course, Is there a reason why you’re here in my class?”

Wanda clears her throat and turns to the professor. “I’m not on your listing professor, that’s why I’m here to get a feel.” She squeezes your leg. “On if I want to enlist in this course, I absolutely love film.” He hums in acknowledgment. “Yes, that’s all fine and good but until I see your name on my list you cannot be in my class. I’m going to have to ask you to leave Miss Maximoff.” Wanda clenches her jaw and narrows her eyes at the man who does he think he is? When Wanda moves too slow for the professors liking he raises his voice. “Now.” Oh yeah, she was definitely going to get him for this. “I’ll see you later baby.” she says lowly.

“No, you won’t.” you quickly reply back to her.

 “You’re cute.” She smiles before picking up her bag and walking down the stairs to stand in front of the professor’s desk. she stares him down on her way out of the room. She wonders if he normally has a stick up his ass but then she remembers how pathetic his wife would sound whenever she needed Wanda to fuck her because he couldn’t get the job done. He definitely needs to be put in his place if Wanda wasn’t taken by you already, she would surely fuck his wife again in retaliation and leave a few items behind on purpose but not anything that would link her to the affair.

“What’s up with you and Maximoff now? It’s like every time I see you, she’s there.” you sigh while rubbing your tired eyes. “I guess she has me on her list now.” Daisy studies you silently. “You’re not going to give in to her right? she treats them like whores after she’s done having fun with them.” You really wish you could tell daisy that you weren’t going to fall victim to Wanda. it’s no use in lying, you’re obviously attracted to her even if she’s pushy and obnoxious all the time. “I know daze, trust me I’m not the one seeking her out.” Her jaw drops from your response. “Wait run that back, she came to you?” You nod your head with a curious gaze. 

That’s never happened before, Wanda never had to chase anyone before so she must really want you. “But don’t worry I’m trying to avoid her I’d rather not deal with her baggage.” Daisy doesn’t want that to happen. She doesn’t want you getting hurt, you’re to kindhearted to be with Wanda anyway you deserve someone better someone that matches your same energy. someone like Daisy. “Good.” She says with much more confidence than she had before. you raise your eyebrows at her which has her quickly rephrasing her words.  “I just don’t want you getting hurt. I’d have to kick her ass.” As you chuckle at her protectiveness; she playfully nudges your shoulder while the professor signals for the class to quiet down. “You have nothing to worry about.” you say as the light dim down.

After film class was over you and Daisy decided to head to the cafe for a moment, this was your favorite spot. you only really came here with daisy to unwind and chill. the two of you order your usuals and sit at your favorite table all the while exchanging different theories and opinions about the movie you two watched in film class this morning. after a while Daisy says her goodbye as she gathers her bag her coding class was all the way on the other side of the campus, and she couldn’t be late again. “I’ll catch you later Y/n.” 

you smile at her as you look up from your laptop. “See you later Daze.” You should really be more aware of your surroundings Wanda thought as she’s been sitting here in the cafe just watching you and Daisy for the past 30 minutes. Kate gave her the run-down of your whole routine she knew you’d be here in the cafe after film class, but she didn’t know you would bring that convict with you. she finally rises from her hidden spot in the cafe and walks towards you with determination and confidence.

“I told you I would see you later, didn’t I?” you look up from your laptop to yet again see the same face you say just a few hours ago. She drops something on the table causing you to shift your focus. “What’s this?” You say questioning the black matte shopping bag Wanda placed on the table. “Open it and find out.” She says while smiling at you as she takes a seat across from you. You don’t know what might be in there but you’re curious.

When you take too long without moving to open the bag Wanda pushes it closer to you. “C’mon I spent a lot of time picking it out for you.” She ends the sentence with a pout. A cute pout. You were probably really going to regret this, but you make a move to open the bag. inside the bag she had all types of underwear from detailed lace, silk, thongs, she even bought you guarders and stockings. 

“Are you serious, right now?” 

She pouts a little at your response she thought for sure you would like them, and it was wayy better quality than the flimsy ones you wore last night. she wasn’t complaining then about the easy access, but she wanted you in the best, so she bought it for you, she was the only one going to see you in them anyway. “Yes, what’s wrong do you not like them?” 

You ignore her question because you do in fact like them you actually love them but the way she just bought them and casually shows up with a bag full of panties annoys you a bit. “Why did you buy these?” 

“Well, I felt a little bad for ripping your red ones and you left the party without anything covering that pretty pussy of yours.” She leans forward as she darkly whispers. “We can’t have that now, can we?” You throw the bag across the table hitting Wanda in the chest. “What is this something you buy other whores?” Wanda was about to put you in your place for even mentioning those other broads. she never bought them anything like this. what did she have to do to prove to you that you’re the one for her? maybe she didn’t think it through and jumped the gun with the panties. Before either of you can continue with your conversation you spot Carmen coming to your table Wanda notices your shift in sight and follows suit. 

“Hey, Y/n.” 

“What’s up Carmen? This is a little weird I’ve never seen you out of your uniform before.” Carmen chuckles and slightly blushes. Wanda sits across from you staring daggers into the other girl, was she really going to stand there and not acknowledge her? and blatantly flirt with you in her face? Oh, no that’s not going to fly. “Well, hello to you too Caramel.” Wanda sends her a tight-lipped smile after her sarcastic remark. Carmen turns her head to Wanda’s seated figure. 

“Oh, sorry I didn’t see you there.” She still makes no effort to properly greet Wanda. “Anyway, I um wanted to give you this, I didn’t see you this morning and I know how much you love them. So, I saved you one.” She places the small pouch containing the brownies on the table. Before you can grab the container; Wanda’s hands are all over it. She opens the container ignoring your stern look of disapproval. 

“Wanda!” You try to reach for the brownie, but she leans away from you taking a bite of it. “Oh, I’m sorry, here have a bite.” She holds the brownie out in front of your face. Disgust shown on your face has Wanda tilting her head with a curious look. “I’m not eating after you.” She lets out a devilish laugh. “You won’t eat after me, but you had no problem sticking your fingers in me?” Your eyes widen with shock and embarrassment. Carmen shifts uncomfortably as she clears her throat. “Oh, I- uh, had no idea you two were.” She leaves her sentence open not knowing what to do in this situation. She’s embarrassed, Wanda notices and of course takes advantage of that. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about it Caramel, but thanks for the brownies.” Her posture falters for a moment before she turns back to you. “I’ll see you around y/n, enjoy the brownies.” She leaves the table before you can explain and tell her you and Wanda are not together. you shift all your energy to Wanda. “Hm, these are really good; I see why you like them princess. but as good as they are I can make better ones; I’ll make you some the next time you come over.”

You roll your eyes at her cockiness, who said you were ever going to step foot in her apartment again? “Why would you do that? seriously she’s really nice. Now it’s gonna be awkward when I have to explain everything to her.” 

“Who says you have to explain anything to her?” 

“Well, I don’t need anyone thinking I’m dating you. maybe I can still catch up to her.” You say as you start gathering your things and getting up from the seat. Wanda moves fast to round the table and pushes you back in the seat before you can leave. 

“Sit. down. Detka” She pushes you back with so much force your left panting. 

“You know I don’t appreciate being treated like that you really hurt my feelings, but you can make it up to me by letting me feed you this brownie. Open.” She sits on your lap holding the brownie up to your lips waiting patiently. 

“Please don’t make me get rough in public I’d rather save that for the bedroom, unless you like being watched.” You stare up at her as heat rushes through your body. “I don’t want any-” your sentence is cut off when Wanda shoves the brownie into your mouth unexpectedly causing you to gag a bit. You give her a bewildered look after your fit of coughing calms down. “What the fuck.” you say with the brownie still in your mouth.

“Ah ah detka don’t talk with your mouth full.” she giggles at your reaction. This was fun to her playing with you this way she didn’t want to choke you up like that…not really you just tested her patience. She’s rather choke you properly in the confined space of her room and not in this café. When your eyes shift from Wanda and your face falters, she follows your line of sight. Ah of course she forgot about this problem. Daisy. She needs her out of the way. She doesn’t deserve you. Carmen doesn’t deserve you. Wanda is the only person on this earth that should be able to claim you and she’ll make sure that happens. Daisy’s smile quickly falters when she sees Wanda sitting on your lap and so close to your face. 

To Daisy it was as if Wanda was sucking your face right now in front of her. Your breath hitches when you see the hurt on her face. Sure, you both flirted back and forth and had moments, but nothing came of it because neither one you made a move to further explore things exclusively. Did she have the right to be mad? To be sad? Should you feel guilty right now? Wanda on the other hand had a smug look on her face she really wanted to push Daisy’s button. She wanted to mark her territory. Wanda grabs your face and presses her lips against yours. You’re shocked from the contact not able to do anything for a moment but sit there and let her lips move against yours.

“Kiss me back.” she lowly growls against your lips. She seems to get irritated at the lack of interest from you, so she harshly bites down on your bottom lip. You groan in pain, but it doesn’t last long when you feel her tongue move across the wound she just caused. She continues her exploring as she finally moves her tongue into your mouth. Everything happens so quickly you didn’t have a chance to react accordingly. Wanda leans back slightly while biting her bottom lip as she studies you. “You taste so sweet Princess and I’m sure it wasn’t because of the brownie.” 

you got lost in Wanda for a moment that felt like eternity when you finally turn back to the door you see Daisy’s figure approaching the table. “Daisy.” you whisper with wide eyes. When she gets to the table the words that come from her lips are harsh. “I forgot my jacket.” she nods her head at the other side of the table not bothering to look at you or Wanda. 

“So much for avoiding that baggage you spoke of this morning, huh, Y/n?” She says as she reaches next to you to grab her jacket. Wanda takes a guess at what you two were talking about it had to be about her. She can tell how much it affects Daisy that she’s so close to you right now. Wanda chimes into the conversation to push Daisy’s buttons even more. “What’s that supposed to mean Johnson? You got something you want to say?” Wanda says as she removes herself from your lap to stand eye to eye with Daisy.

Daisy thinks about it for a moment you shake your head not wanting her to stoop down to Wanda’s level. but of course, Daisy was going to do whatever she wanted. “Not much, just that you’re a future junkie and that Y/n shouldn’t be giving you the time of day.” She shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly. 

Wanda laughs at the insult unfazed. “Yeah, maybe so, but with your record I’m surprised you can even pass judgement on me. honestly, I don’t see how the university allowed you to even enroll here. You low life, low class, bottom of the barrel, jail bird.” Okay, maybe the insult hurt Wanda more than she led on with. 

“Okay, enough.�� your attempt at de-escalating the situation goes unnoticed. 

Daisy sets her jaw and stares Wanda down with determination and slight amusement? what did she have up her sleeve? “At least I’m true to who and what I am, the only reason you’re even here is because of your father’s name. From what I hear daddy wasn’t too enthused about your artwork as much as he was about Pietro’s future track career. Isn’t that, right? Even your own father knows you’re nothing but failure, you’re a shitty person with shitty art.” Was it bad to say you were slightly turned on right now? 

“Speaking of fathers how is yours by the way? Actually, how are both of your parents? Are they proud of what you’ve done?” Wanda says as she tilts her head curiously waiting for Daisy to answer her questions. Daisy’s parents were dead. she was an orphan. This was going too far, too fast and each time you tried to intervene it did nothing.

“Wanda!” you slap her arm from your seated position.

“What? she gets to talk about me and my family, but I can’t return the favor? you’re smart Johnson there’s no taking that away from you, but you have to be the dumbest smartest person on earth to think you can get away with hacking a major multibillion-dollar corporation and get away with it. And from what I heard you took a plea deal isn’t that right?” Daisy was close to going to jail? you didn’t know that. You also didn’t know she hacked a multibillion-dollar company, maybe she didn’t trust you enough to share that with you. 

Daisy shakes her head no as Wanda counters it with a condescending yes. “Yes, you did, you took the plea deal so you wouldn’t go to jail. Art is subjective to anyone that views it that’s just how it works but you, you’re a fucking hypocrite. Everyone else involved had to serve time, their future ruined but not you, right? You couldn’t even take accountability for what you did. That’s not being true to what and who you are. You’re nothing but a coward and a snitch!” You wouldn’t say Wanda was angry but she sure wasn’t her normal laid back and chill self-right now, and her prominent accent was proof of that. 

Sometimes you forgot she even had one it only comes out occasionally but, in this moment, it’s been present since Daisy approached the table. You see the clench in daisy’s fist you don’t want her getting in trouble she would ultimately get expelled since violence was not tolerated whatsoever. you stand up from your chair to step in-between the two of them but before you can fully stand between them you feel the shocking coldness drenched all over your face and shirt. Maybe that was a bad idea, and you should’ve just stayed seated or simply let them hash it out on their own, this whole thing was stupid anyway.

“What the hell?” When you finally open your eyes from the liquid substance. 

“Shit! Y/n, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to throw that at you.” Daisy is apologizing profusely. 

“Here, printcessa, let me help you.” Wanda tries helping you dry off; she also uses this as an excuse to touch you but mainly just to help you dry off with the napkins she grabbed. you swat at her body not wanting either one of them to touch you. it’s one thing to have a freezing cold ice coffee thrown in your face but when you look down at the table your laptop was completely ruined you don’t even need to touch it to know it won’t power back on. “Look at my fucking laptop, now what I’m I supposed to do? You two have any idea how much I saved up for that? this whole argument is fucking stupid; I’m not sticking around for your dick swinging contest anymore.” 

“Y/n just let me help.” Daisy says while reaching out to you. 

You step away from her and Wanda gathering your bag. “No, I don’t want help from either of you. Both of you can fuck off! you point to both of them while walking out of the cafe to go home and clean yourself up.

“Great going Johnson, you fucked up her laptop.” she smirks to herself when she sees you took the bag of panties, she bought after all. Wanda takes another second to snap out of her mind of you wearing them and turns back to Daisy “I must have struck a nerve huh?”

“Fuck you Maximoff.” Wanda laughs at the anger steaming from Daisy right now. 

“I bet you’d like that, is that why you don’t like me? because I didn’t have you on my list?” Daisy expresses a look of disgust at Wanda’s response she was not interested in Wanda at all sure she was pretty, but she didn’t like her as a person and that also made her ugly. 

“In your dream Maximoff.”

Wanda hums 

“Anyway, here’s what’s going to happen. I need you to stay away from Y/n.” Wanda was being serious right now; she was having a perfect moment with you before she showed up. she ruined the coffee date with the insults and the spilled coffee on you and your damaged laptop. “What? Why would I do that? who are you to demand things from me?” Daisy had no idea how cruel Wanda really could be. 

“Haven’t you heard? I’m Wanda Maximoff, but I’m sure people know who you are much more than they know about me don’t they Skye?” The sharp intake of Daisy’s breath and her wide-eyed reaction is enough for Wanda to know she had won this battle. “How do you-” Daisy stutters her words not able to fully get them pass her lips.

 “Oh, please if I knew about your case what makes you think I didn’t know about you? The real you?” 

“Look I’m in witness protection you can’t tell anybody my real name.” Wanda holds her hand up not wanting to hear her babbling any longer. 

“Yeah, not interested in that honestly just stay away from y/n and your secret is safe jailbird. Do we have an understanding?” Daisy loved being friends with you, she wanted to be more than friends with you, but she couldn’t let this get out she would be hunted down for turning on the others she hacked the company with. this was going to be painful, but she had to put herself first. Daisy nods her head yes. “Yeah, whatever.” Wanda perks up at her response. 

“Glad we could come to an understanding Johnson, enjoy the rest of your day or not I don’t really give a fuck.” That is the last thing Wanda says as she grabs your abandoned laptop and walks out of the cafe. She wouldn’t just leave it there; you needed a new one and she was going to get one for you. Her princess couldn’t be without a laptop, and she definitely didn’t want you using the old beat down computers in the library. Only the best for you. Hopefully you would appreciate this much more than the bag of panties she bought you.

[twistedmusings]

Petting Dorm

A/N: I petted my cat for a good thirty minutes yesterday while I was watching the translation for the camp event and...surely the Savannaclaw members must like at least some pets, right? Like they must really want some pets after a good long hard day. Warnings: None, just descriptions of petting and three very happy boys u wu

The Savannaclaw members watch on as Grim gets the petting of a lifetime, wondering when the hell it is going to be their turn.

“Grim you are acting so spoiled.”

“Nyaha~! I deserve to be spoiled today! I aced my test while Ace and Deuce failed and me and Epel got a good grade in the potions assignment today!”

Grim leans back into your touch as you rub all the way to the tip of his ears before going right back down again. He lets out a happy grunt as his little foot starts to twitch, your hands now massaging right under his ears and near his cheeks before scratching right near the nape of his neck.

“Fgnaa...go a little lower!”

“Here?”

“Ah~! I really needed this. This is the reason I made you my henchman, [Y/N]”

“Because of how much I’m petting you?”

You press a kiss to Grim’s face, the other complaining for a moment before smiling as your finger rubs right on the top of his head. The two Ramshackle residents keep talking as they sit in the middle of the Savannaclaw lounge, many eyes staring at them but three sets of eyes in particular glaring at the cat currently laying his entire body on one of their pillows.

“[Y/N]-san...” Jack speaks up first as he watches Grim’s leg give another twitch, his eyes not even looking at you but focusing entirely on your hands.

“Hm?”

“Did you…” the wolf man can practically feel a shiver down his spine as you rub right under Grim’s ears, “Did you...uh...did you bring the assignment?”

“I did.” you play with Grim’s tail before running your hand up and down his back, “I thought you said you wanted to start when Ace and Deuce got here though.”

Leona growls when Grim lets out another satisfied sigh, watching your hands go right back up to play with his ears as you press the tips of them together and then watch them go back to their normal place.

“What is even keeping them so long?”

You shrug and rub a little circle right on Grim’s forehead, Ruggie following the movement with his head as he closed his eyes.

He could almost feel it--

Another slow and agonizing five minutes later and you sigh, shaking the shivers out of your hands as Grim is finally asleep, leg up in the air as you pull away from him and pull out your phone.

“Knowing those two they probably forgot…” you shake your head and stand up, “I’ll go get them--”

“NO!”

All Savanna claw members stand up as they lean towards you, eyes wide with different emotions as you do your best to understand their sudden outburst.

“What’s...what’s wrong?”

“You’re not leaving.”

You blink and point to the exit.

“I’ll only be gone for a couple of minutes, I’m not going to take long--”

“Sit down.”

It was frustrating that you couldn’t disobey this man even if you wanted to. The way he did anything was just so annoyingly confident that you weren’t even surprised when you simply sat down on whatever chair was available before Leona plopped himself in front of you and put his head on your lap.

“You have a lot of nerve petting that raccoon in front of me.” he glares at you before closing his eyes and leaning further back, ears twitching expectantly as you look down at him in, well, rather justified confusion.

“I’m...sorry?” you put your hands up and look at Jack and Ruggie, “I honestly do not know what to do, what is he talking about?”

You can practically feel Leona’s growl against you as he grabs your hands and puts them on his hair, letting your fingers reach deep into the dark waves as he visibly relaxes and lets you go.

“Whatever the hell you did to that cat monstrosity you better do for me...and if it isn’t as good that it makes me fall asleep in five minutes then I’ll be using you as one of my pillows.”

What...the hell?

Your eyes look over at Ruggie and Jack but they don’t even seem to be paying attention to you, simply looking on as you start to do some of the things you remembered doing for Grim.

He smiles as the petting finally starts, his ears being played with gently before your hands rub the tips and press them flat on his head. They give a solid twitch as they pop back up, twitching once again as they pick up your slight chuckling.

Now he understood why the raccoon had been so vocal about this treatment. Feeling your hands reach right under his ears and scratch made him let out a happy groan, tilting his head back as he gave you more room to play with.

You scratch the back of his head with one hand while the other does little cross shapes on his forehead, Leona opening his eyes to watch you work so diligently on putting him to sleep.

“Is this something you do every day for that thing?”

“His name is Grim.” you say and go back to playing with his ears, “And no, not all days. Only when he does really good.”

Leona closes his eyes as he moves his head to the right as your fingers scratch one spot in particular.

“Is that all it takes?”

“Yeah...I mean it keeps him motivated.”

He stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.

“I stayed awake during one of Crewel’s lectures.”

You stop scratching to look down at him, amazed at what he just told you.

There was no way that was true.

“Awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

“As in fully awake? Listening to the lecture awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

“...what was the lecture about?”

Leona yawns and opens one eye to look at you.

“Advanced Magical History.”

You frown knowing for a fact that you cannot quiz him on anything since you still weren’t in that class. The reason for him telling you this was lost on you for a moment before you looked down in surprise and realized what this really was about.

No way...

Had he told you about that...just to justify you petting him?

“That’s really good Leona-senpai” you test the waters carefully, running your hand through his hair as he tilted his head back so he could feel the pull of your hands a bit more. Your eyes widen when the dorm leader nods along to the rather shallow praises you were sending his way.

“I didn’t know you were such a hard worker.”

“Mmmhm.”

“Or able to stay awake for so long.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I always thought you were just a lazy lion who liked to sleep all day.”

“Mmmmmm.”

It takes your entire will of strength to not laugh at Leona’s face. This man usually had his guard up so much that no one could ever get a read on him but give him some scratches and he opened up like a kitten to a new owner?

You knew you had blackmail material in your hands but the prospect of using it was still rather terrifying.

Leona’s threats should never be taken lightly.

You finish by rubbing his ears and letting go, the dorm leader’s head lolling forward as you stand up and grab whatever cushion you can get your hands on and putting it under his head so that you can lay him on the ground softly.

That was...weird.

“...I’m going to get Ace and Deuce now. If we don’t finish this assignment we are going to be screwed."

“[Y/N]!”

What should he say? He had just called your name out randomly and put himself in danger of waking up Leona. Dammit think of something, Ruggie!

He seems to come up with an answer as his usual playful smile comes back, standing up and walking over to you as his tail wags slightly.

“I can go get them for you.”

You smile and take his hands, shaking them twice before plopping yourself down on another available seat.

“Ruggie-senpai you are so nice! I think they might be at Heartslabyul? Ace might have dragged Deuce in on a game of cards or they most likely got caught doing something they shouldn’t. If you have any problems just text--Ruggie-senpai?”

Blue gray eyes look up at you, Ruggie’s trademark smile shining up at you as he giggles.

“Shishishi...you really think I wouldn’t do this without a price, [Y/N]-san?”

He grins and grabs your hands again, putting them right under his ears as he closes his eyes.

“Ruggie-senpai our assignment--!”

“Five minutes! That’s plenty of payment for the walk I’m about to do all the way to Heartslabyul!”

“It isn’t that long of a walk!?”

Ruggie shrugs as moves his head so that it is at the most comfortable position on your lap.

“Hm, but I also will have to walk all the way back to Savannaclaw so maybe it should be ten…”

You should stop talking at this point or else the times were going to go up higher, your hands getting to work as you scratch right in between his ears, Ruggie’s grin melting into a satisfied smile as you dug your fingers into his hair and started to scratch right under his scalp which earned you a giggle.

This sort of petting was so different than the ones he would use to get in the Afterglow. Just some slum kids trying to give each other love and affection because in the end, they all needed it after a hard day. Petting someone like this was a sign of close friendship and even romance, if done with that intent, but Ruggie never thought humans would be any good at it.

Yet the way your hands rubbed small circles right on his forehead, the very action you had done to Grim, he was still surprised he was half awake and not falling asleep on your lap.

“Mmm...is there anything else that needs to get done, [Y/N]?”

You smile when you see him so relaxed, surprised at how comfortable he looked. This hyena ran around the school doing errand after errand and getting buck after buck. It was almost inspiring if it wasn’t for the fact that some of his dealing weren't necessarily...legal?

Not like you knew about law in Twisted Wonderland so you let it pass.

“Not really, not for me anyway.”

Ruggie pouts but still melts when you run your fingers through his hair, starting right at his forehead and working all the way to the back. His ears twitched as you rubbed the tips before pressing both of them together.

“Well I am not charging for the walk back but if you want me to wrangle up those two first years I should charge a bit more, so when I come back I want what Leona-san got--”

“Ruggie-senpai it’s been five minutes.”

Jack’s tail is curled around him while he looks away, his eyes only barely making contact with yours as he looked at Ruggie and then back at, well, nothing.

Ruggie clicks his tongue before standing up and shrugging.

“Fine. I guess I will take that as a down payment.” he grins at you, “I will take the full payment later!”

You want to ask just what kind of payment he was talking about but you decide to keep quiet because that man would find some way to convince you that, yes, you do owe him something and that your payment was going to not be your money but your time.

And you didn’t have a lot of that to be spending it all in one place.

He walks off and you lean back, smiling as your hands finally get a break. Grim’s fur was always so silky and if you were to compare it you would say it was the same as Leona’s hair but Ruggie’s was definitely a bit more rough. It wasn’t a bad sort of rough but you figured this was the difference between long haired and short haired animals.

Although since Leona was a lion wouldn’t he also have short hair? Or was his hair more like his mane?

And what about Jack?

You turn towards your friend, tilting your head as you catch him staring.

“I don’t know why but I always feel like I have to apologize for Ace and Deuce, Jack. Maybe it’s because I met them first?”

He shakes his head, “You shouldn’t apologize for their actions.”

“Well they are also my friends so...I figured I could do this much for them.”

You wiggle your fingers in front of your face as you send Jack a teasing smile, “Want me to pet you too?”

The wolf’s tail goes right up before Jack pushes it back down with a growl, his cheeks burning a beautiful bright red as he answers back.

“We should just wait for Ace and Deuce, I want to get this assignment done already.”

“Me too. But it’s going to be a few minutes before they come back.”

“Oi!”

You are already standing up when Jack complains, telling you that you really didn’t need to do any sort of things like that for him and that he was perfectly fine and didn’t want to get distracted--!

“You’re the only one who didn’t force me to pet him, Jack. Just relax and unwind!” you smile and sit right behind him and open your legs so that you could pull him back and let his head rest on your stomach. His neck now burns bright red as you scratch right under his ears which only served to make his leg bounce slightly while he slowly got accustomed to your touches.

He wondered if you would pet him when he was using his unique magic as well, although knowing him he would get on his back and present his stomach if it started feeling this good and he didn’t want Ace, Deuce or even you teasing him about it! It wasn’t that his was enjoying this to that point--!

It’s just that somehow you knew just what spots to scratch and for how long to scratch them that he was starting to feel weak.

“Hm. So you would be a long hair…” you mutter to yourself as Jack closes his eyes, pressing his cheek against your palm as you rub circles right on his temples, “I think I like your hair the most...but maybe I’m just playing favourites here.”

The wolf wants to ask you a bit more about him being your possible favourite from the Savannaclaw dorm but his jaw snaps shut when he sees his dorm leader start to get up, glaring at the two of you with a dry smile.

“So you’re the favourite, huh?”

Jack blinks as he looks back at you and then at Leona.

“Leona-senpai--!”

The lion moves closer as he presses his body right against Jack’s shoulder, grabbing one of your legs and putting it over his own shoulder so that you would fit both of them in between.

“Ow--! Owowowowow--I’m not that flexible, Leona-senpai!!”

“He got his turn and now I want another one. Get to work, herbivore.”

“Hey!”

The three of you look to see Ruggie pointing an accusatory finger in your direction.

“What are you hogging [Y/N] for! They still owe me! Move over!”

He shoves at Jack’s unoccupied shoulder, trying to make his way into the little nest as you feel your other leg being raised up--!

“Stop! What in the world do you think I am--and where is Ace and Deuce!?”

Ruggie blinks before looking around.

“Oh right...I was supposed to go get them.”

[serxeinxx]

ଘ੭:: week two: — ; 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐄!

ଘ੭:: pairings: bakugou x fem!reader

ଘ੭:: summary: going back and forth, reading shojo mangas, THE bakugou katsuki happen to be caught by you in the store, purchasing it.

ଘ੭:: wc: 2.8k

ଘ੭:: warnings: cussing, bakugou being bakugou, FLUFFF!!

— Helloo! this is my second story for the event! this story was supposed to be posted on my old wp acc but now, i’m posting some contents here on tumblr AHHAHA + i hope you guys enjoy! ALSO! thank you ate @mrskenmakozume for beta reading my work although i have a lot of incorrect commas and the words are not capitalized correctly ;-; i’m deeply sorry for that :’))

— I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE FIRST ONE- THIS IS THE SECOND ONE 

—SITTING DOWN ON THE BED, reading rom-com mangas "secretly" is a perfect entertainment for the grumpy blond ash. Turning from page to page, concentrating on the suspense, thrill, and climax of the story. Out of nowhere, he slammed the book onto the bed. Being careful with his manga and at the same time, he wanted to explode it into pieces, but he couldn't. 

"FUCKING CLIFFHANGER! GO AND DIE!" yelled the blond ash. "This is fucking bullshit." He can't afford to go outside and buy the exact volume he bought since, he was aware that maybe someone will see him. And that will crush his image and pride.

He picked up the book and placed it on his secret stash of books behind his bed. He was sort of pissed off. He sighed loudly, and decided to leave his room and go to the kitchen. It was the weekend, and most of his classmates went out to go home and visit their parents, hang out, or do some other errands they had to accomplish.

This was a relief for Bakugou since he hated going back to his home. To be yelled at by his mom, he just can't stand it. Of course, he loved both of his parents, he's not the type to show it. Never. Ever.

Finally, he arrived at the first floor of the dorms where he and the entire class were living for now, just for the safety of every student since the Kamino Incident happened. It has been days since it happened, and he received a lot of anonymous text messages after the incident.

'it's your fault that all might have lost his powers!'

'I hope you rot in hell and die!’

'you really are perfect to be a villain bruh no cap.'

Those messages made him wanna puke in guilt until there was nothing left. He was still blaming himself. Even after his fight with Midoriya, he still can't get over it.

"I can't get it out of my head! It's constantly playing on loop! SO WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

You hummed as you went inside the dorms and to your surprise, you saw Bakugou in the kitchen. You raised an eyebrow on why he was staring at an empty glass. You sneaked up onto him and gave him a little scare.

“BOO!” He flinched a little.

“You were spacing out, what's up?”  you asked. Bakugou sighed at your presence and replied, “One, shut up. And two, mind your business.” You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. "Fine then. You're always like this to me. It's not like you'll ever talk to me anyway." you grumbled and left the kitchen and went out, leaving Bakugou alone.

You went out around the musutafu streets, looking for something to entertain. As you walked, you happened to stumble across a bookstore. You went inside and was greeted by an old woman and her cat. "Hello there dear, are you looking for something?” she asked. You shook your head in reply and answered “I really wish I could but, I don’t know what to read though.”

“Kids these days are interested in manga, right?”

“Uh yeah although, i, personally, didn't have the time to read some mangas. What's your recommendation?”

“Well, manga is quite fun to read. Adventures, slice of life, horror, and etc., it's really up to you dear.”  she answered, guiding you to the aisle where the mangas were located. You scanned through the genres and the titles, from what you remembered, horimiya was the title of the manga that you heard from your classmate way back in your last year of junior high. “Uhm, excuse me-”

When you were about to ask the nice lady you met but, she disappeared from your side. You raised an eyebrow to your confusion and with a hint of curiosity. “Huh, weird.” you commented. It took you a while to find the manga that you were looking for. 

‘Horimiya’

The manga that you were looking for was here, and it was the first volume. Just when you we’re about to turn around, you bumped into something or someone. “Oh my gosh I'm so, sorry-”

Your eyes widen to see bakugou in a hoodie and a mask. “bakugou?” you said with a questionable tone.

Bakugou himself is defeated. Out of all the people, you found him in the manga section, holding a rom-com or a shoujo manga, to be exact. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me or something?!" he asked. You scoffed at his question. "Me? Following you?! Don't get ahead of yourself!" you retorted.

Your smirk grew to know his situation. Of course, Bakugou saw it. That look in your eye, it’s like the predator found its prey. "Oh, my! Is that a shoujo manga? You must be an expert in this field!" you started. “If you tell anyone about this you’re dead!” he replied. You laughed at him. “Ah, don’t worry, I won't tell anyone. But! I would tease the fuck outta you softie boy.” you added. Bakugou growled at you, and had a red shade on his ears and face. "I'll be having fun teasing you the entire month I guess, or maybe even more"

"Don't tell anyone about this. I'll...do what you want." he grumbled.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"I said I'll do anything." he repeated himself. The first time ever, he's willing to do it to someone. He's the best of the best! But for some unfortunate reason, he has no choice but to do it. Of all people, why you?

"Oh really? You're not trolling me are you?"

"What do you take me for? Some other extra?" he taunted.

"Geez geez, 'm sorry." you rolled your eyes. You Placed a hand on your chin, thinking about what to ask for bakugou. "Oh! I know, let me read your other books! And help me how to get started on mangas." you proposed.

"Nope."

"Oh well i guess i should tell denki that—"

"Okay! Okay! Fine!"

You dig in the bookshelf to look at the second volume. Bakugou noticed it. "What are you looking at?" he asked. "Im.. looking for the second volume." you replied.

"Idiot, don't buy the other volume if you don't know the plot yet. You might get disappointed because of it. What are you looking for anyway?" he asked again.

"Horimiya." you replied and continued to look for the second volume.

“I have the second volume. Just buy that and let’s go.” He walked right through you. Since you couldn’t complain, you followed him. You are still curious about the old lady that talked to you here just when you stepped inside the shop. You paid for the book and waited for bakugou. “Hold this.” he handed you out the things he bought. “You have hands for a reason.” you said sheepishly. “Just do it.”

“Why? Are you scared that people might call you a softie? Oh, the great Bakugou Katsuki is a softie for rom-coms. I think there’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just an interest at the end of the day.” you said.

When you both arrived in the dorms, you grabbed a couple of snacks from your room and brought them into bakugou’s room. His room is much cleaner than yours. As expected from him. "I have the snacks, Just get what you want.” you laid out the snacks on his table. He approached you and handed out the second volume. You we’re amazed by its condition. “Woah, this book looks so new.. like, this has never been touched..” you said in an awe while inspecting. “That’s what you called ‘handle with care’.” he replied. You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “whatever you say bakugou.” you chuckled.

“Oh my god, he did not!" you squealed while reading on Bakugou's bed. It’s been months since you caught him purchasing rom-com mangas, you and bakugou had a good friendship after that. For Bakugou's case, he was kind of enlightened to have someone to talk to about this. His reactions, guesses, and his awfully comments at every scene.

“That was a stupid move. He could’ve asked her out!” he commented. You feel tense when he goes near you just to look at the part where you are reading. To denki, kirishima, and deku, you had no problems when they’re near proximity with you, but this case is different. Could it be?

You got up from his bed and stood up, making Bakugou look at you. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I gotta go to my room, it’s late.” you replied. “It's literally 6:47, something is up. Do you… wanna talk about it?” he asked. You stopped your tracks. “it’s okay, i’m fine really… I just need to be alone, that's all.” you said and left his room. Leaving him dumbfounded. You rushed to your room, with your blushing face. But before you went to your room, you happened to see Kirishima. He was about to say hi to you. But you ignored him and went to the elevator.

You closed the door and immediately hopped on your bed and hugged your bolster pillow and screamed on it. “what the fuck y/n…. THAT WAS A  DUMB REASON! AAAAAA!” you rolled on your bed like a little kid. ''He'll probably thinks that I'm being weird!”

*brrrrt!

Your phone vibrated. You were hoping that it wasn’t bakugou. You sighed to see that it was not bakugou. But your eyes widened to see kirishima’s text

Rocky

yo, y/n you kay? i saw you rushing from baku-bro’s room. Did he say something to you?

You replied back to him.

y/n

nah, i’m just feeling unwell that's all.

in an instant. Kirishima replied back.

Rocky

oh, well, take a rest then. :))

y/n

Will do! :3

"She’s lying." Bakugou commented. Kirishima looked at him. He scratched his head in confusion. “What did you do? I saw her running in the hall with her face redder than my hair." Bakugou put a hand on his chin and began to think. “I went near her” he answered. Kirishima immediately shakes him up. “What the hell shitty hair?! you got a death wish or something?!” he asked.

“MAN! YOU FLUSTERED HER!” he said. Bakugou raised his eyebrow. “Huh? What is that supposed to mean? Deku, you, half ‘n half, and dunce face also did that and she didn’t get any reaction. So why me huh?" he asked once again. Kirishima pinched his nose bridge out of his friend's naivety. “dude…. I think, she likes you.” he helplessly said. 

It took a couple of seconds to register the 5 words that kirishima said. “HAH?! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK OF THAT?!” he blushed. Kirishima pointed his finger on bakugou. “Dude, you’re blushing..”

“N-NO I’M NOT!”

The next day has arrived and you avoided bakugou purposely. Just when you went inside, Bakugou was staring at you. It's as if he’s looking at your soul on the way he stares at you. ‘Oh my god, what if he knows?!’ you said in thought.

You sat down immediately on your seat away from Bakugou. You are lucky enough that Bakugou's seat was far away from you or else, you would be dead to the moment you sat down near him. As The class started, you had a hard time focusing on Mr.Aizawa's lesson. Even in training, Uraraka would poke at your cheek because you're not paying attention well. You could feel his stare again and again. “Are you sure y/n? you can tell All Might that you are not feeling well.” Uraraka suggested. “No, no, I'm fine. I just- tons of things have been going on in my mind lately, that’s why i was not focusing enough on the training. “ you replied. “if you say so.. It’s not too late to tell sensei though.” Uraraka added.

The class ended with you, drained with energy. You went ahead instead of going along with Yaoyorozu after school. Now that you are walking alone towards the dorm, you let out a long yawn. You are sleepy, too sleepy that you can't even eat at the moment. “oi.”

You stopped your tracks to see Bakugou behind you. “Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something to you?” he asked. You immediately shook your head in denial. To your luck, it was sunset and the redness of your face is not that visible. “No, you did nothing.” you answered.

“bullshit.”

He walked towards you and faced you. “You know, you're kind of a  dumbass sometimes… it’s cute though.”

you’re blushing real harder after hearing those words from his mouth. “i… like you too, idiot.”

“but!-”

“Kirishima told me last night, why did you run away from my room” he explained. “You don’t need to say those and come here.."

A lip touched your lip so softly like a feather. Despite his Passive-aggressive attitude, he can pull off the most softest move. You slowly synced yours to his. You slowly lift your hand to hold his face gently while he tilts his head for a deeper kiss. This kiss lasted for a minute then you two broke the kiss, with both eyes locked on each other’s gazes with a blush on your faces.

“I saw you reading the part and you were excited about that. It's about time I did that.” he whispered. After the kiss you had, you we’re speechless. He looked at you and you laughed a little. “What’s so funny? Are you making fun of me or something?!”

You shook your head and gave him a smile. “You’re such a softie, katsuki.”

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