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the-oblivious-writer · 9 months

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Let The Light In |3|

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Chapter Three: Nosy Friends & Conflicting Feelings

Summary: You and Tara have been seeing a lot of each other for school purposes. One weekend you're away and Tara has the urge to bother you. This leads to teasing and...confusing thoughts

Warning(s): Swearing, Tara pleading the fifth & mentions of death

Notes: My motivation has been going up and down these past two weeks but I finally finished this chapter so here ya go. Hope it's not shit

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“What exactly are we doing here?” You asked Tara as she led you to the roof of her apartment building. “I’m bored and we have an exam to prepare for so multitasking is what we’re doing,” she answered as she opened the door and walked out onto the roof.

She sat down in a dirty white patio chair and you sat down in the one beside it. “Okay…but why are we up here?” You asked her. She rolled her eyes before turning her head to you. “I need fresh air.”

“And this is what you came up with?” You asked incredulously. “Can you just stop being an asshole for one second and do whatever you need to do with your papers.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you took out your binder. You flipped through it before looking at Tara. “What?” Was all she said. “Nothin.’ ” You responded before turning back to your binder.

“No, what?” She repeated and sat up. You looked over to her again. “I was just thinking–” you closed your binder, “–this is the perfect spot to chuck water balloons at people from.”

“That’s cruel…damn how didn’t I think about that?” Tara crossed her arms. “I know, it’s pretty genius. Don’t beat yourself up for not coming up with it first,” you winked and she scoffed.

“Yeah sure. Go back to your dumb binder.” You put a hand over your heart. “My binder is not dumb. It keeps things organized. Neat.”

“It also keeps girls away,” Tara stated. “Your sister doesn’t seem to mind it,” you replied. Tara immediately went to shove your shoulder. “Will you stop it with that?”

“The heart wants what the heart wants,” you joked.

“You know what–” she stood up “–I’m going back inside. “You can climb your way down for all I care.” She walked back inside, the door to the roof loudly shut when her words sunk in and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Wait– what?”

Did the door make a click sound?

You walked up to the door and tried to open. It was after a few more shakes of the door handle when you realized.

“She locked me out on the fucking roof.”

—

Tara knocked on your apartment door three times before Anika opened it. “Hey, Tara. What’s up?” Anika asked with a smile. Tara reciprocated the smile before answering, “Hey, I think I left my headphone charger last time I was over. So I was just wondering if I could take a look around?”

“Oh yeah, of course. Come inside.” Anika opened the door wider, letting Tara inside. Tara walked over to the couch and dug her hand in the cushion; already having an idea of where her charger is. “So,” Anika started, “you and Y/N seem to be doing a lot of school stuff together.”

Tara hummed and raised her eyebrows. “That? Well, yeah. Everybody else in our history class has kind of already buddied up for any future stuff so we got stuck together,” she responded as she felt the charger but couldn’t quite grasp it.

“Oh? I thought you two finished your group project thing last week,” Anika questioned as she walked over the kitchen, still within earshot of Tara.

“Yeah well–” Tara huffed as she continued to miss hold of the charger, “–our professor seems to be a fan of group work. Sometimes we end up studying together but it’s all just a ploy so I could copy her notes–” Damn, I almost got it that time, Tara thought to herself.

Anika laughed a little before replying, “Interesting.” It was more to herself than the other girl but Tara still heard it. Finally she got a hold of her charger and pulled it out of the couch. “Finally,” Tara sighed.

“Where is Y/N anyways?” Tara asked, putting the charger in her bag. “She’s away this weekend. Visiting family in Brooklyn.” Anika answered before Tara let out a little “Oh.”

“Did you need something from her?” Tara shook her head and waved her off. “No, just wondering…”

Anika gave her a look before continuing. “Alright then, do you wanna stay over for a bit? I was just gonna put on a movie.”

“Yeah sure, sounds great,” Tara replied before sitting down on the couch as Anika joined her.

Thirty minutes into the movie and Tara’s mind kept trailing back to you. It was extremely frustrating. Even when you weren’t here you were a nuisance to her. Clearly she just wasn’t used to being at your apartment this long without purposely trying to annoy you. Not like she could…right?

She took out her phone and found your contact not that it took long and started typing.

Tara (1:34 pm) you didn’t tell me you’d be out of town

Asshole (1:36 pm) oh sorry mom, didn’t know I had to tell you where

I am 24/7

Tara (1:36 pm) apology accepted.

Tara (1:37 pm) enjoying brooklyn?

Asshole (1:37 pm) how tf do you know where I am?

Tara (1:38 pm) I have my sources

Asshole (1:38 pm) you’re literally obsessed with me

Tara (1:39 pm) am not

Asshole (1:39 pm) sure my little stalker

Asshole (1:40 pm) whatever helps you sleep at night

Tara (1:40 pm) god, you’re so annoying

Tara (1:41 pm) aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with family rn?

Asshole (1:41 pm) I’m currently hiding in the bathroom

Of course she is, Tara thought.

An hour later Tara was still staring at her phone with a smile as she typed away, letting out a few quiet giggles here and there. Anika would occasionally look over to Tara with curiosity. She may not have been told it was you that Tara was messaging but she had a feeling.

Anika’s own phone rang when she got a message from her girlfriend. “Hey, Tara–” Tara looked up from her phone for the first time in almost two hours, “–Mindy and the others are gonna come over in a bit for a movie night thing. You staying?”

“Sure, sounds good,” Tara responded before turning back to her phone. It’s not like you two were being lovey dovey or anything. Just your usual petty comments and insults you throw at each other. Maybe a very very small part of Tara could admit to herself, and herself only, that she missed it a little. But not you. She didn’t miss you. Oh no, that would mean she cared for you.

And she doesn’t! She could never, you were nothing but a nuisance and if she wanted to use that for her own entertainment then that’s her own business.

Mindy and the others came over about twenty minutes later. Tara didn’t get up from the couch, only greeting them with a couple of “Hey’s” and “Hi’s.” Mindy noticed this and tilted her head at her girlfriend, raising an eyebrow. Anika shook her head, “Don’t bother. She’s been like this almost the entire time.”

This was all it took for the teasing to begin. Mindy sat down on the couch across from Tara with Anika in her lap. “So, Tara. Who is she?” Mindy asked with a smirk. Tara looked up from her phone with her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“You heard me. Who’s the girl that has you glued to your phone?” The other girl elaborated. Tara gave a nervous chuckle before responding. “That's ridiculous. You sound ridiculous.”

“Wow, getting defensive there Tar. Wait a minute, is it somebody we already know?” Mindy asked, Tara looked away with an eye roll. “Shit it is. But the question is who.”

“There’s no girl. There’s no anybody.” Tara failed to notice Chad peeking from behind her. “The contact name is asshole.” Chad said.

“Chad!” Tara quickly turned over her phone.

Anika and Mindy gasped at the same time. “Tara…anything you have to share with the class?” The younger Carpenter looked between Anika and Mindy before speaking.

“Chad’s a nosy prick and I’m hungry.” Tara stood up and grabbed her jacket off the coat rack. “I’m going to the store.”

“Get me something too, lover girl!” Mindy called out to Tara.

“Just for that you’re not getting shit!” Tara called back before leaving and slamming the door shut.

—

“Stop,” Tara said. You refused to meet her gaze as she stared up at you with her big doe eyes. “No.” Tara groaned in response.

It was Friday and Tara was over at your place to work on another assignment with you. Inevitably this meant you two did your typical bickering.

“I swear, Y/N if you call me short one more time–” You finally meet her gaze and cut her off, “Why? It’s true.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to point it out twenty four seven.” Tara rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that afternoon before she put her book down. “But it’s so fun.” You smirked at her unamused expression.

“But it’s so fun,” Tara repeated your words, changing her voice to mock you. You looked at her with a deadpan expression. “I do not sound like that.”

“You sure about that raspy?” You scoffed at her and crossed your arms. “I do not– you cannot just– you know what I’m getting water.” You stood up and walked over to the kitchen. “Maybe some tea while you’re at it,” Tara called out.

“Hey, maybe I can get you some milk. Heard it helps with growth,” You called back as you poured yourself some water. You heard Tara scoff before you opened the fridge and grabbed a juice box. You walked back to where you were previously sitting with Tara, placing the juice box in front of her and sitting down a few cushions over.

“What’s this?” You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“What’s this?” Tara repeated, now pointing her thumb at the juice. “It’s juice. Clearly.” You sipped on your water before putting it back down and opening up your notebook.

How did you know her favorite juice brand? No, it was just a coincidence.

“Uh, earth to Ms. Carpenter–” you gently poked her shoulder, “–we gonna continue this or nah?”

“Why? You have somewhere more important to be?” Tara asked mockingly.

“Yes actually. A stupid date I should’ve never agreed to. Now, let’s get this–” Tara blinked a few times before cutting you off, “Wait a date? I find that hard to believe.”

“Did you come here to talk about my dating life or to work on this assignment?” Tara reluctantly turned back to her head back to her book and mumbled, “Whatever.”

Thirty minutes later, you two were finished. You closed your book with a huff and stretched. “Alright, I’m gonna change. You can stay here and do whatever.” You got up and walked to your room, Tara didn’t look up from her phone and only hummed.

She was hanging out with Anika and the others later so she was just staying at your and Anika’s apartment until they showed up. After fifteen minutes of scrolling through tiktok the door to your bedroom door opened and you walked out. Tara looked up from her phone and at you, immediately taking in your appearance.

It wasn’t anything fancy but you certainly caught her attention. “Alright, I’m off.” Is all you said before grabbing your keys. “You don’t look entirely like shit, by the way.” Tara wasn’t one for giving you, of all people, a compliment so when she said this you turned to look at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Thanks?” You wore a confused expression as you opened the door and left the apartment.

As soon as you left Tara cupped her cheeks, silently pleading the heat rushing to her face wasn’t noticeable.

—

You pretend to laugh at what your date considered jokes. Truly, you didn’t care. The only reason you agreed to go was because it was a good distraction and Henry had a friend he wanted to set up. Little did you know he set you up for boredom.

Seriously, Henry. An accountant? You thought to yourself as you spared another fake smile. You don’t know how much longer you could go hearing about financial mumbo jumbo. Your date needed to find better topics before you died of boredom. You could only say “oh, really?” and “cool” so many times. Henry was going to pay for this. This is what you get for going against your “No blind date” rule.

Eventually the date came to an end at around ten thirty. In your opinion, it didn’t end soon enough. When you got to your apartment you could hear laughter on the other side of the door. You silently groaned before entering your key and opening the door.

You immediately felt their eyes on you but you chose to ignore them as you went straight to your room meaning you didn’t hear Mindy teasing Tara.

Mindy nudged Tara’s side, “No wonder she had you all tongue tied when we got here.” Tara shoved away Mindy’s elbow. “I was not tongue tied.”

“You were having a full on gay crisis–” Chad started but Tara cut him off by chucking a die at him “–um ow?”

“I was not having a gay crisis. Especially not over Y/N freaking Y/L/N.” Anika smirked before joining in. “I briefly remember you pacing back and forth,” the girl pointed out.

“Was not! I was just a little confused about something but I’m fine now,” Tara stammered as she earned skeptical looks. “Now, Ethan it’s your turn. Roll the dice.”

“Okay–” Ethan stopped as Mindy raised her hand to stop him. “You’re deflecting, Tar.”

“Nuh uh,” Tara responded, sounding like a child. “Ethan if you don’t roll the fucking dice–”

Ethan immediately started shaking the dice in his hand before rolling them. “Fine, have it your way. But just know I will get to the bottom of this.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” Tara said with crossed arms. Mindy narrowed her eyes at the younger Carpenter but otherwise dropped the topic for the time being.

The entire time they were there you stayed in your room. You laid down on your bed with your headphones on and music blasting. Your shoes had been kicked off and you were now in your pajamas. There was always the possibility of going deaf by fifty but loud music was good. It was a distraction.

You haven’t even thought about how last week was Dewey’s death anniversary. In fact, you ignored it entirely last week too. Some may say that’s unhealthy but you had your own coping methods.

But does it really count if you aren’t coping at all?–

Suddenly you heard knocking on your bedroom door and pulled off your headphones. “Y/N, we’re going out for some pizza. You wanna come?” Anika asked you from the other side of your door.

“No, thanks.” You responded without a second thought before putting your headphones back on.

Anika walked back in the living room and sat back down in her girlfriend’s lap. “Y/N’s a no go.”

“Alright, when do you guys wanna leave? Cause I'm starving.” Chad said, rubbing his stomach.

“You’re always starving,” Mindy remarked.

—

The next day Tara surprisingly beat you to class. You slept through your alarm and it was the first time you had gotten a decent night’s sleep in weeks. I’ll take the win, you thought to yourself. Tara gave you a single glance before turning back to the front of the class.

“You’re later than usual.” Tara stated, still not looking at you. “Was up late, thinking about your sister,” you responded which earned you a pinch to your thigh.

“You’re disgusting.”

After hours of note passing and unnecessary side arguments with Tara, history class ended and you got up. As soon as you leave class you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. “How was your date?” You looked over to see Henry.

“Shitty and extremely boring. Wouldn’t stop talking about financial stuff or whatever and I think pilsners were even brought up at some point? As if that would grease up the conversation.” You were starting to bore yourself just talking about it.

“Sorry about that.” Henry gave you an apologetic smile before speaking again. “But if you wanna try again there’s a–”

“No no no–” you cut him off, “–I’m not doing this again.”

“You’re never forgiving me for this, are you?” You sighed and answered, “You are not allowed to set me up ever again.”

“Yup, sounds about right–” he unwrapped his arm from your shoulder, “–I gotta head to class but I’ll see you around.” You bumped your fist with his before he made his way to class.

After you finished your classes you went and you started your shift. It was a slow day at the cafe you worked at. You were focused on the counter until one of your regulars walked in.

“Hey,” she greeted with a charming smile. “Hey,” you repeated back to her. “Your usual?” She nodded and you started to make it. “Not many people today,” she said as she looked around.

“Yeah, you caught me on a slow day.” You put a lid on her drink before giving it to her. She thanked you before handing out her money for the coffee.

She cut you off before you could speak. “Don’t say ‘on the house.’ Let me get it this time. I don’t need this coming out of your paycheck.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you took the money. “Fine,” you sighed with a smile.

You put the money in the register and gave her her change. “How else am I supposed to show you you’re my favorite regular?” She put the change in the tip jar. “Don’t worry, I know hun. See you later,” she waved as she started to walk out.

“See ya, Natalie.” You still had a smile plastered on your face that was quickly wiped off when Anika’s voice snuck up on you. “What was that?” You jumped and put a hand over your chest. “Jeez, Anika. Little warning next time?”

“You would’ve noticed us if you weren’t busy flirting with your regular.” You tilted your head slightly before responding. “Us?”

Anika turned back and discreetly pointed to a table where Mindy, Tara, Chad and Ethan sat. “Great. Now she knows where I work,” you huffed.

“Are you expecting her to put a hit on you?” Anika asked rhetorically. “Wouldn’t put it past her,” you mumbled. “You two can be so immature.”

“Are you here to be judgmental or to order something?” You crossed your arms as you looked at your roommate. “I can multitask,” she replied before ordering.

Anika went back to the table with the drinks and pastries. “Alright, here we are.” She gave everybody their order. Mindy kissed her cheek, “Thanks babe.”

Anika smiled and replied, “You’re welcome, babe.” Tara sipped her coffee before speaking up. “Who was that chick Y/N was speaking to?” She asked, looking over to Anika.

“I think it’s one of her regulars. She’s always been pretty flirty with her,” Anika responded as Mindy smirked. “Why, Tar? You jealous?” Tara scoffed. “You sound ridiculous–” Tara said her next words in a hushed tone, “and can you lower your voice?” They all subconsciously looked over to see you wiping down counters with your headphones in.

“Ah hah–” Mindy pointed a finger at Tara, “–I knew there was something.” Tara lazily pushed Mindy’s finger out of the way. “There’s nothing. I was just curious.”

“I don’t know Tar it does seem pretty–” Tara cut off Chad, “Well nobody asked you Chad. And come on guys. All this because I brought up how I told her she doesn’t look entirely shitty? You’re just reaching.”

“Oh am I? Remember that dream you told me about–” Mindy began and Tara’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare bring that up. Besides that dream meant nothing. It was just– a dream.” Mindy gave her a look that said, “Really?”

“If I may–” Ethan started. “No. You may not,” Tara finished for him.

“Haven’t you two also been doing like a bunch of study sessions together?” Mindy asked with a raised eyebrow. “All a ploy to copy her notes,” Tara claimed.

“Is the flirting all a part of the plan?” Anika asked Tara who was now feeling betrayal. “Traitor.” She mumbled.

“So you don’t deny the flirting?” Chad asked with a smirk.

Tara looked over to him with a deadpan expression. “You’re really no help. You know what–” Tara got up with her coffee “–I’m leaving. I don’t need to stand for this interrogation any further.”

“See you, lover girl,” Mindy said to Tara who was flipping them off as she left the cafe.

Tara should’ve never told Mindy about that damn dream. Next time she wants to know the meaning of a dream, she’s turning to google.

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A/N: Da nile is a river in Egypt

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pinkthrone445 · 4 months

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hi my love! I hope you are well. <3

can I suggest a smut + fluff where the reader is insecure about some scars she has on her body, and the poor girl is scared that Melissa won't find her pretty? And when Mel finds out about this, does she show how beautiful and precious Y/N is to her?

Thanks for the sweet request! I'm good and I hope you´re too. I also hope that you like this💕

🎄Happy holidays yall! Smutsanta it's bringing hot requests for naughty people and your names are on my naughty list! Enjoy!🎄

~Let me remind you~

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: Fluff - Smut ⚠️

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, fingering, vulgar language. Age gap(legal)

Summary:The thought of being intimate with the redhead was scary and your insecurities played tricks on you, but Mel takes care of chasing away all your fears.

Tired, that's how you felt. Your mind anywhere but where you should be paying attention, on the professor who was talking in front of you explaining the important topics that would go into your next exam. In your mind, the last conversation with your girlfriend, Melissa, kept playing

-"I can't believe that this is your last exam and you'll already be an elementary school teacher, and it's so good that you're already assured of a position at Abbott when you leave here from college. We should celebrate this! What do you think about renting a cabin for the two of us for the weekend? We could have a relaxing soak in a hot tub, go to a restaurant, spend a lot of time together..."-Spending a lot of time together, that played over and over in your head. You and Melissa had been dating for a couple of months, because of her schedule and yours, you had never been together too much time like a whole weekend, a weekend dedicated just to you and her. While you were excited to spend so much time with her, it also made you nervous to think about how intimate it would be. The times you and Mel had been together before, it had been in a hurry, a quick visit to the dorm room at the university, where she didn't have time to completely undress you and only took off your pants to put her hand inside to make you cum before your roommate arrived, or a quick visits to her school, where you went to her car to do it, where there wasn't much room and she couldn't see you well.

But this time would be different, Melissa would have all the time and space in the world to be with you and see your body, see every inch of your body. See every imperfection on your body. A sigh left your lips, you felt sad just imagining her seeing you completely naked, and if she didn't like it? What if she regretted being with you? What if she was disgusted? It would be hard to go to the same school to work if you knew she was disgusted by you or if she couldn't stand to see you.

The sound of your teacher ending class and your classmates getting up to leave, took you out of your thoughts. After taking your things, you went back to your room. A couple of hours later, your cell phone rang, it was a message from Melissa, to know if you would go out together, to book the cabin. Although you weighed in on a thousand excuses, none of them carried enough weight to tell her that you wouldn't go, so you ended up accepting your girlfriend's invitation.

As the weekend approached, your nerves grew bigger and bigger, the knot in your stomach hurt more, and you had more and more doubts about whether you would be able to do so.

The day arrived and Melissa excitedly picked you up on campus, helped you carry your bag to the car and let you choose the playlist while she drove. When you arrived at the cabin, it was a beautiful and very decorated place, it was a romantic and delicate house, so romantic that the only thing it did was make your nerves grow.

Melissa had made many plans to make the most of the weekend, romantic dinners, evening walks on the beach, brought movies to watch, and asked to be left with groceries at the cabin so she could cook your favorite meal for you. But your mind only traveled to the same moment, the moment when you're in bed together and she sees you completely naked. You tried to avoid it by doing it somewhere else where she couldn't completely see you. When you were in the restaurant having dinner, you proposed to go to the bathroom because you knew that they would have little room and it would have to be fast, but the redhead denied saying that she felt too full to move. When you walked along the beach you proposed it to her again, since there was little light and she couldn't see you very well, but Mel shook her head again, saying how uncomfortable it was after having to scoop out the sand that sticks to every inch of your body. With no other ideas, you sighed and didn't keep trying.

Arriving home, while Mel was putting down her coat, you went upstairs to the room planning what to do, but you were startled when you felt the redhead's hands on your waist as she kissed your shoulders

-"Don't panic, it's just me... Let me tell you, that dress looks beautiful on you and I'm so happy we were able to go out together, it feels nice to spend time with you without hurries..."-She spoke in a soft, loving voice, and you smiled

-"You look beautiful too... Thank you for everything you planned..."-You replied smiling but a sigh left your lips and the redhead looked at you worriedly

-"Are you okay hon?"-Mel asked turning to see you face to face and you nodded not very convinced, your eyes were a little watery from the fear you had and that did not go unnoticed by her, it only worried her more and she hugged you tightly-"hey hey, What's going on? You know you can trust me"

-"I know, it's just something very stupid..."-You whispered and she frowned

-"It's not a stupid thing if it makes you want to cry"-Mel kissed your forehead and you sighed hiding in her neck

-"Can I ask you something?"- You whispered against her neck and she nodded, gently massaging your back-"I know this weekend is just for us, to enjoy and have a good time, but when we do, sex I mean, can it be with the lights off?"-Your voice was just a whisper, like the voice of a frightened child, or like when you try to scream in a dream and your voice doesn't come out. The redhead looked at you confused, stopping her caresses

-"Why are you asking for that hon? It's not the first time we'll do it, plus if you don't want to do it you could have told me, you know I would never force you to do anything, it just confuses me that you were quite insistent on doing it in different places earlier tonight...If it's because you're not waxed, I've told you before that I don't care"-Melissa looked at you trying to figure out the reason and you sighed

-"It's not that... The previous times we've done it, you haven't seen me, you've only touched me, you never took all my clothes off... And I'm embarrassed... I'm ashamed and scared that now that you'll have time to take a good look at me, you won't like what you see"-You responded by avoiding her gaze and she gently grabbed your cheeks to get you to pay attention to her

-"You have a perfect body, what are you talking about?..."- she asked with concern in her voice

-"It's not perfect... You only say that because you haven't seen it, but it's full of marks and some scars... My previous boyfriends and friends made it very clear to me how ugly my body looks with that..."You answered and now it was her turn to sigh shaking her head

-"My love... No one it's perfect, we all have our flaws, I mean, look at how many wrinkles I have or how the skin on my arms hangs a little... And let's not start talking about how the years had left my crotch... But, when we are with the right person, it doesn't matter anymore how ugly we see ourselves, we can be perfect in someone else's eyes. The things you are ashamed of, will only become reasons to love yourself more in the eyes of the right person. Where you see scars that embarrass you, I see reminders of how strong you are, it should never be a reason to feel ashamed, but to feel proud. The marks on your body show life experiences, no one would ever complain about the words and marks we find written on the pages of books that tell us a story, no one should ever complain about the marks on your skin that tell your story. Your body is yours and you shouldn't let anyone say anything bad about it, nor believe them when they do... But when you have doubts and don't feel pretty, I'll be there reminding you every day how perfect you are. Okay?"-Melissa spoke in a soft voice and you nodded still hidden in her neck. She carefully grabbed your blouse-" I want to see you... Can I take off your blouse?"-She asked and you nodded again, pulling back a little so that she could take it off-" Can I take your pants off?"-she asked again and you nodded, letting her do it. Mel very carefully and delicately removed your bra, knelt carefully at your feet, and also removed your underwear. A shiver ran through your body and you tried to cover yourself with your hands when she stood up in front of you, looking at you very intensely, but the redhead didn't let you. She took your hands gently, kissed your knuckles and then took your waist carefully, you thought maybe she would start kissing you, but instead, she carefully turned you around making you stand in front of a very large mirror in the room. Seeing yourself so exposed only made you embarrassed and you looked down. Mel clung closer to you, hugging you from behind and resting her head on your shoulder, with her hand she grabbed your chin and made you look in the mirror-"Look at yourself sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with you"-Her fingertips rested gently on your scars, running very gently over them-"Nothing wrong with you, just reasons to love you more... Do you believe me?"-whispered against your ear and kissed your neck

-"I'm trying"-You responded smiling when you felt her kisses

-"I'll kiss you until you believe me"-She replied and you felt how her hands caressed your waist and legs, her mouth leaving kisses and marks on your skin. The whole situation was very intimate, very intoxicating, her perfume and her soft skin surrounding you, her hands running over your body, her soft words and caresses in places that even you wouldn't touch. The shame you had turned into desire, a desire to continue listening to her sweet voice, a desire to continue to feel her caresses, a desire to be in her presence forever. But even so, you were still finding it hard to look at yourself in the mirror. Melissa's hands gently moved to your crotch, parting your folds with one of her fingers, while her other hand massaged one of your breasts, that by the desire and the moment, your nipples were very stiff and hard, very sensitive to her caresses.

A groan left your lips and you closed your eyes resting your head on her shoulder, but that made her stop all her movements. Confused, you opened your eyes and saw her seriousness in the reflection of the mirror

-"I want you to see yourself, or I'll stop my movements... I want you to see how perfect you are and get used to seeing yourself the way you are, I want you to see how I touch you, I want you to see yourself react to my caresses, I want you to see yourself until the moment you come on my fingers"-Mel bit your ear and you let it out a quiet cry. When she saw that you were still looking at yourself in the mirror, she resumed her movements. Her index finger began to caress your sex gently in circles, slowly but firmly. Your hips began to move involuntarily against her hand, wanting to keep up with her, but she pulled you closer to her body. Her crotch brushing against your ass only made you desperate and move more against her. The redhead moaned in your ear and her movements picked up faster. You were overwhelmed by the delicacy of the moment, how could she say such sweet words while her fingers opened and touched you like that. Her touch felt hot and addictive, like the warmth of a campfire when you're cold, her heart beating on your back, heaving and uncontrolled like yours, her breath hot against your neck, her lips giving little kisses and bites on your skin, one of her hands holding you against her crotch while the other hand caressed your button desperately. Feeling and seeing all that in the mirror, made your body start to spasm. But seeing how your breasts began to bounce and your hips moved uncontrollably against her hand made you orgasm on the redhead's fingers. A moan in unison left your lips and hers, with her free hand she took your jaw and kissed you gently while her fingers were still making lazy circles over you clit.

With your body tired and agitated, you turned around hugging her and hiding in her neck again, not out of embarrassment this time, but out of lack of strength. Mel kissed your head and carefully guided you to the bed, still hugging you.

After a couple more rounds and sweet words, you fell asleep on her chest, both of you completely naked and your legs intertwined.

The next day, you woke up when the sun had already risen a couple of hours ago, you were confused by not seeing Mel next to you, but when you heard the noises from the kitchen, you knew that she was surely making breakfast. After stretching a little, you got up to look for something to wear, but you stopped in front of the mirror looking at your completely naked body with a smile, you were full of delicate and soft marks, but especially, Mel had taken it upon herself to kiss and highlight with marks all the contour of your scars, with your fingertips you ran your scars smiling and then you got dressed.

Going down to the dining room, you smiled at all the food on the table and the amazing smell, carefully approached the redhead and hugged her

-"Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?"-she whispered against your hair and then kissed you

-"So good... I wish this weekend would never end, I don't want to forget everything that happened last night... I appreciate it so much..."-You whispered. Melissa walked away from you and turned on the stereo, smiling as you looked at her in confusion

-"You know, I read an article that said that when we associate a song with a moment, it makes it stick more etched in our memory, I'll put a song, so that every time you hear it or every time you doubt how beautiful you are, you remember this moment, how much I love you and how perfect you are"-She smiled before putting on the song and starting to sing it for you as she hugged you.

(This is the song that Mel it's singing, I dedicate to all the soft souls out there❤️)

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Prof!Price

Prof!Price as he's talking about a topic to his students in his classroom.

Everyone was quiet, giving attention to the professor's words. He paced from side to side in slow strides while using his hands to explain everything.

"Symbolism is the idea that things represent other things. Some things have only one meaning, but a lot of other things have different meanings. For example..." He went to his board and started to write the word white on it. Then, he turned around to look at his students. He liked that the students from this class were mature enough not to interrupt and let him do his work. "...The color white. It doesn't only represent the color itself. Represents purity and innocence. Some people even say it represents good luck and peace. But that's not the only meaning the color has."

He started to pace around again. "It can represent bloodlessness, paleness, even death. There's a lot of things that have different meanings. Other things can also not mean anything; like a rose, for example. A lot of people can associate a rose with love, passion, desire, etcetera, but it can also mean nothing in a book. It's just a plain rose in a garden."

Price stopped in front of his desk and crossed his arms, the shirt getting compressed a little bit with his muscles. "I want you all to give me at least 20 examples of symbolism from a story on page 141 of your textbooks. 10 minutes before class finishes, I want to see your work on my desk. You can start now."

The professor turned around and organized a few documents he had on his desk. He could hear the murmurs, zipping sounds, and book sounds from the students.

He sat down on his chair with a little sigh, closing his eyes for a few seconds. He was feeling more tired than usual, not finding the reason for why. Maybe it's because of the number of exams and quizzes he needs to check or the meetings all the professors are having these days or even the hours he spent teaching everyday.

Price is conscious that he's not the same man he used to be in his early twenties, full of stamina, and could do everything in one day. He's now a full-grown man with experience reflected in his beard and a few lines in the corner of his eyes.

His phone vibrated on top of his desk, indicating he has a message. With a bored look, he took his phone and opened the message, but before he could see who it was, a voice interrupted him.

"Professor, we have to find the symbolisms from the whole story or just page 141?"

He looked up at the student who was asking. " The whole story," he said with a smile.

His gaze went back to the phone, smile dropping within seconds when he saw what it was.

It was a photo.

A scandalous photo.

His lover on her knees in front of a mirror wearing nothing but one of his shirts with her hand disappearing inside of her panties.

Price eyes went up to the whole class, finding her on a corner of the middle rows. She was actually reading the book.

Was it actually her and not a hacker? He zoomed the photo, finding her face features and noticing the background is the same as his apartment.

That's definitely her.

What are you doing?

He waited for a few seconds until another photo was sent.

This one was more scandalous. She was in front of the mirror, legs wide open and with nothing but a black lace lingerie. A hand disappears in her panties, too.

He could feel the front of his dress pants tighten a little. She looked so sexy in that one, like a goddess.

Stop sending those photos. You're going to get me a boner in the middle of the class.

He looked up to see her smiling on her phone now. It was a wicked smile.

Another photo was sent. It was the same as the previous one, only it was a little shaky, while her hand was deeper in her underwear.

She's doing it on purpose.

He knew what she was doing on this one.

Two

Stop.

Another photo was sent.

This one was the same as the other two, but this one was more shaky, and her head was threw back in pure ecstasy while her hand was in the same spot.

Three

The bulge on his pants was now uncomfortable. Lucky he's on his desk and no one can see the suffering he's having right now.

Stop and do your work.

Another photo was sent and this one almost threw him on edge.

She was completely naked in front of his mirror, with legs wide open and three fingers disappearing inside of her. A little sweat was adorning her skin, giving her a glowing effect. A few strands of her hair were plasted on her forehead, and her mouth was opened. He swears he could almost hear the sweet sound she was making in that photo.

Lord, if heaven looks like this, please don't let me forget this memory for the rest of my life.

The bulge in his pants was painful at this point. If he doesn't stop this right now, he might need to get out of the classroom and relieve himself.

Until he remembered something.

He searched on his gallery for a special photo he had, not pretty sure if he deleted it to erase traces and suspicion of his relationship with her, but it doesn't hurt to search.

That's when he found it.

Does she wants to play? Let's play, he thought.

He quickly sent it with a message below.

If I don't see your work at the end of the class, be ready to receive your punishment.

He looked up and saw her face drop at the photo she received. Now this was his time to have a wicked smile.

It was a photo of her in her knees, taking care of his boner with her hands on his length. Her cheeks were full of him and damped while her glossy and red eyes were looking directly at the camera, making it seem like that was his point of view. She was naked and sweaty. A very scandalous and filthy photo.

She dropped her phone and started to write in her paper faster. He smiled and typed a message.

That's what I thought.

A few moments later, his alarm rang, indicating the time was over. He stayed in his desk because the bulge in his pants didn't calm down.

"Okay, class. Time's up. Hand me the work on your way out." He said in a raspy voice.

Everyone handed their work, and some of the students said goodbye to him. He just nodded and organized their works.

Until the last student hands her work.

He looked up at her for a few seconds, noticing she was nervous and biting her lip, avoiding his gaze at all cost.

His eyes fell to her work and smiled.

A wicked smile.

"It seems like you couldn't finish your work."

He puts down her work and stands up, hands on his pockets, walking slowly to her until he's in front. Her chest rose rapidly, and she gazed to the floor.

He puts a finger on her chin, making her look up at him, seeing her desperate and big eyes with a hint of fear and lust. "I told you what would happen if you didn't finish your work. "

It was safe to say, there's another version of the photo he sent.

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I apologize for any mistake or misspelling. Any suggestions are appreciated 🫶.

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flowerandblood · 6 months

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Glass Cuts Deepest (11)

[ professor! • Aemond x student! • female ]

[ warnings: oral sex, fingering, smut, kissing, fluff, angst, trauma, mention of rape, indecent student-teacher relationship ]

[ description: A female painting student is finally able to choose the specialisation she has dreamt of - stained glass. She wants to become a student of the best specialist in this field, but he, for some reason, refuses to accept female students into his workshop. She finds out that he once slapped a female student of one of the other professors. Nevertheless, she makes an attempt to find out what happened then and to convince him to teach her. Slow burn, sexual tension, dark, agressive Aemond, great childhood traumas. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She slept the whole way back to their town in the back seat of the car, exhausted after the all-night vigil and what had happened. Despite how frightening it had been and how much she had suffered seeing him like this, she had regained hope in the morning, seeing him cuddled up to her, sleeping peacefully at last.

He trusted her.

He sought refuge in her when he was most vulnerable.

They decided to exchange phone numbers to keep in touch, and the first day she spent back in her dormitory seemed strange to her. Sitting in her room in the evening, preparing for the exam in Renaissance art history that awaited her in a few days, she had the feeling that he was about to knock on her door.

However, nothing of that sort happened.

Neither of them wrote to each other that night, apparently afraid to impose on each other, recognising that they both needed to sort it all out in their heads.

She kept waking up and curling up in her bed, so in the morning she gave in, deciding that she would go to the workshop earlier and try to study there, hoping to meet him inside. She went into the bathroom to change before going in, then started down the corridor towards their classrooms and was surprised to find that the lights were already on in them.

When she looked inside she met his puzzled, horrified gaze, he was just leaning over a sheet of glass from which he was cutting out parts for his own project. They stared at each other for a moment in awkward silence, she felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

She couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked in his black, tight t-shirt tucked into his trousers, accentuating his athletic figure perfectly.

She thought with tenderness that they were dressed alike.

"Good morning." She said softly, recognising that she should speak up, and felt her chest heat when she saw that his lips twitched in a smile, his gaze softening. He grunted quietly, scratching his cheek with his thumb, pretending he felt nothing at the sight of her.

"Good morning." He replied lowly, watching as she moved to the last table, where she always worked.

"− you don't have to − you know −" He said casually, clearly feeling bad about the fact that all this time he had been wordlessly forcing her to always stay back. Only now did she see that he was working at his table positioned so that he could see her.

"We were supposed to behave as we did before." She reminded him calmly, looking at him warmly from afar, slipping her backpack off and placing it on one of the wooden stools standing next to her. "Is it clear yet what new task our workshop will be handling?"

He nodded, trying not to look at her, but he was clearly at a loss with himself, glancing at her from time to time, his lips tightening.

"− yes − yes, you as students will be helping me with another big project, you'll do the side quarters and backgrounds. When everyone gathers, I will show you my design and divide up everyone's tasks." He said calmly, glancing at her again with some kind of desire and distress. She let the air out through her nose and held out her hand to him.

Their class was only starting in an hour.

"Come now, while no one else is here." She said softly, and he immediately moved towards her, as if he was just waiting for those words.

Without even touching her hand, he grasped her cheeks and pressed himself to her mouth, kissing her greedily, longingly and tenderly, teasing her lips with his, brushing the tip of his tongue against hers.

She slid her hand into his hair and heard him murmur softly as she drew him closer to her, reciprocating his kiss with devotion, delighting in the softness and moistness of his mouth, the taste of his saliva on her tongue, his hands roaming over her cheeks, her neck, her back, as if he wanted to touch her everywhere, to enjoy this momentary closeness.

They kissed like mad, like lovers who met in seclusion for a few minutes once in a couple of days, just to taste their closeness, hiding from the whole world. She sighed into his mouth as he pulled away from her and pressed her forehead to his, clamping his hand on her back, forcing her to cling to his body, to feel what was happening in his trousers.

He was completely hard.

"I've been suffering like this since the moment you walked into this room." He exhaled, rubbing his hips against her, his lips brushing hers teasingly, barely touching her fleshy structure. She shuddered all over at his words, feeling the delightful squeeze between her thighs, moisture running down her skin.

"I'm sorry, Professor." She whispered softly, innocently, running her lower lip over his mouth, and he bit her lightly, drawing a quiet moan of surprise from her.

"− I can't − come to my place tonight − I need you by my side −" He muttered in a voice trembling with arousal, she felt his manhood throbbing hard, the tip of his nose trailing along her cheek.

"− I have to study for an exam −" She mumbled out, combing her fingers through his hair, feeling her head spin from his scent, from the movement of his hips rubbing against her.

He kissed her cheek, leaving a wet, warm trail on her skin.

"− when we're done, I'll let you learn − I promise −" He whispered and she felt herself shudder at his words, his tongue invading between her lips again, as if he couldn't stand it, as if the very thought of her lying beside him at night made him lose his temper.

When we're done, I'll let you learn.

God.

How was she supposed to stand up to him.

"− okay −" Was all she was able to get out of herself between their loud, quick, impatient kisses, his arms holding her in a tight embrace. He finally pulled away from her, breathing hard, trailing his fingers along the skin of her neck.

"I'll pick you up." He muttered, but she shook her head.

"No, I'll order an Uber or a taxi." She said calmly, placing her hands on his chest and saw him furrow his brow. "Someone might see us. Like right now."

He swallowed loudly and nodded, reminding himself of the promise he'd made to her.

He had promised her that he would protect her.

He let her go and grunted, standing with his hands folded in front of him as if he wanted to cover up what was going on in his trousers. He looked away, licking his lips with his tongue on which he could certainly still taste her saliva and her flesh.

"I'll write you my address in a message. Okay?" He asked matter-of-factly, trying to get back to his role, and she smiled and nodded.

She wanted this.

She wanted to be there for him.

He went back to his work, and she sat on a stool at her table, sinking into her art history notes, trying to concentrate, hearing the swish and clink of glass being cut and broken in the background.

She smiled as one by one her colleagues began to come inside, Ned and Royce approached her curiously, wanting to draw out of her what the final result of their work looked like. They stood behind her as she opened the photo on her phone for them and zoomed in on the details so they could see the whole thing.

"Wow. Amazing. Will you send me that photo? I want to show it off to my mum." Ned grinned and she nodded, proud of how it all looked recognising that they all had done a great job.

She talked to them for a while longer, trying not to laugh seeing how her professor was trying not to glance in their direction with the last of his strong will, she could see that his lips were tightened, that he was jealous, that he was angry that he himself could not come up to her and talk to her so lightly when he wanted nothing else now.

When everyone had gathered, he ordered a meeting in the room with the big table where they had sat during their first classes, which was a kind of meeting room. The professor and Cregan always sat at the top of the table, having a erasable whiteboard next to them on which they wrote things down. Their professor now did exactly the same, taking a dry erase marker and starting to write, speaking at the same time.

"The next project we will be tackling will be stained glass windows consisting of five large panels, where the middle one is the largest of all. The client has requested, given that it is a church named after St Michael the Archangel, that all the quatrefoils depict a huge Last Judgement with a representation of Michael the Archangel at the very centre, referring to Hans Memling's painterly depiction. However, as you know, Memling's work is a triptych, and we have five windows. So I decided that we would simply expand the whole scene, in addition to people entering hell and heaven by introducing figures of saints and famous people considered condemned. It's going to be a very complicated, big project and I assume we'll be working on it for this, and all of next semester. Perhaps longer." He said, writing everything down on the board, and she took notes, knowing exactly the painting he was talking about, imagining with excitement how wonderful it will have to look when they are done.

"There will be plenty of work to do, as well as figures to make, so it will be a chance for everyone to test themselves in this type of painting, including the second year. In the next class, we will gather in the studio and together with Cregan show what painting techniques we use to create faces and bodies and how to avoid basic mistakes. This lecture will be compulsory for second year students only, if a third or fourth year feels like coming, they can do so too." He said in a calm, low voice, scratching his forehead thoughtfully as to whether he had said everything he wanted to talk about, then glanced at her and stammered, completely losing his thread.

"− yes − well, I think that's it, if I remember anything I'll let you know. The project is already prepared by me at 1:1 scale, you just need to cut it up, Cregan will distribute to you the tasks and figures you will work on. We are both available to you if you have any questions." He muttered, embarrassed that he wasn't able to concentrate around her, but she felt nothing but admiration towards him, seeing how committed he was, how much of his time and effort he was putting into making them good specialists and artists, to really educate them.

She thought with sadness that he really was a good teacher.

That if it wasn't for the trauma that was destroying him from the inside, he would have been adored by everyone.

She spent the whole day with the others cutting out and numbering stencils for the glass, Cregan had assigned her as many as four small celestial figures, and part of a background, which pleased her a lot, because she felt that she wanted to try more already, to paint more complicated things.

She noted with satisfaction that she and her colleagues had tasks of similar difficulty and felt relieved that what she thought was working.

He didn't single her out or make anything easier for her.

She worked exactly as others did.

When she finished her work she packed up, hurried along with her colleagues to other classes and threw everyone only a quick goodbye, meeting his gaze on the way, smiling involuntarily at him and leaving.

She thought hopefully that this could work.

That if they focused on their job and left the tenderness for the time when they were just alone with each other, then maybe no one would ever know about it.

As soon as she left she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and saw that she had received a message from him. She typed him in as Adam, so that no one looking over her shoulder would catch on to who she was texting.

She smiled under her breath as she looked at her phone, Ned poked her with his elbow, looking at her amused.

"A date?" He asked provocatively, and she giggled, pushing him away from her with a hooked, collegiate gesture.

"None of your business."

When she returned to her dorm room she immediately ran to take a shower, changed her clothes and packed all the things she needed in her backpack.

She figured that since she wasn't coming to his class she could dress normally, so she put on her light cream dress, white high socks and trainers and quickly found some free Uber on her app. She felt the vibrations again, and after a while she saw his message in her notifications.

She smiled, walking out in front of the building, all warm with emotion, writing him off quickly.

After a while her driver pulled up, she greeted him politely and they set off. He lived fifteen minutes away from her dorm, so it wasn't a long journey. She approached the right entrance staircase and dialled the correct number with a trembling hand.

A moment later, she heard the sound of confirmation and the vibration of the door lock indicating that she could get inside. She literally ran up to his floor and knocked quietly, standing outside his door excitedly.

She heard footsteps and the sound of the lock being turned, then a moment later the door opened and she saw her professor, at once pale and excited, looking at her as if she were some kind of ghost.

He invited her in by simply stepping back and allowing her to enter, closing the door behind her, not saying a word to her. She bent down to untie her trainers and pulled them off, clutching her backpack in her hands, looking at him questioningly, not knowing what to do with herself.

She saw that he was looking at her dress with big eyes and realised that, apart from the evenings during which she was only in her pyjamas, he hadn't seen her in the clothes she usually wore every day. She blinked, frightened that perhaps that woman was wearing dresses, that perhaps it reminded him of something from that event.

"If there's something wrong, I'll change, I took my things." She said quickly, concernedly pointing to her backpack, and he furrowed his eyebrows, lifting his gaze to her, looking at her as if he didn't understand her question.

"What? No, no. Come in. Are you hungry? I'm just heating up dinner." He said, scratching his temple with his finger, stepping around her, not even looking at her.

She followed him inside, heading down the corridor to a sizable living room with a kitchenette on the right, the room's windows overlooking a nice panoramic view of the city. She saw that he had the oven on and was just baking duck legs in some sort of sauce.

She felt a burbling in her stomach; she hadn't eaten anything since the morning, and had only popped into her room for a moment. She put her backpack next to his couch, not knowing what to do with it.

"Yeah, I'd love to." She said softly, following him into the kitchen, folding her arms in front of her, embarrassed, looking around, feeling her heart pounding hard.

His flat was full of old furniture and antiques, and she noticed three bookcases standing between the windows filled to the brim with books she was going to look at later. She heard the clatter of plates and saw that he had placed them on the kitchen counter, which also had the function of a two-sided table and bar.

He scratched his chin with his thumb as if he didn't know if he should ask the question.

"Would you like wine with dinner? Or orange juice?" He asked, and she swallowed loudly, recognising that alcohol could only harm her now and tangle her tongue. She sat down opposite him in a high chair, adjusting her dress.

"I'll have a juice, please." She said warmly, smiling, and he nodded, tense, pulling a carton of orange juice from the cupboard.

She wondered if he had ever invited a woman here.

Had he invited anyone here.

She was invading his space at his request but he clearly didn't know how he felt about it himself.

She decided to broach the subject that seemed safest to her and thought it would loosen him up.

"I'm looking forward to the workshop tomorrow. I really want to finally be able to paint figures, I've been waiting for it a lot." She said sincerely, looking at his reaction. He glanced at her curiously and hummed under his breath, pouring her juice into a glass.

"Well, it can be frustrating at first and the results can be unsatisfactory, but it's a matter of practice and using the tools properly." He said calmly, looking at her again, and she nodded.

He lowered his gaze, looking away from her again, acknowledging that the meat was ready. When he opened the oven hot steam flew out of it, so she walked over to help him.

They put food on each other's plates and started to eat in silence.

She tried not to smile or laugh seeing how tense he was, how much he was going through this knowing that he didn't find it funny, but she couldn't help thinking that they really were acting like embarrassed teenagers.

"Where am I going to sleep?" She asked suddenly between one bite and the other, and he almost choked, looking at her in shock, tightening his lips, thinking hard about what he should answer.

"…it's up to you. I can sleep on the couch." He said cautiously after a moment's thought, as if he was afraid to say what he'd been thinking about all along, and what was surely in both of their minds.

"What if I don't want you to sleep on the couch?" She asked quietly, putting down her fork, and he reached involuntarily for his wine glass to take a loud sip from it, trying to give himself more time to react.

He didn't answer but just stared at her and it was the most intense gaze she had ever seen in her life. He was biting his lower lip, breathing anxiously, as if he realised that they were both pretending to play a game of politeness by feigning a simple casual meeting.

She thought for sure he had contrived that afterwards they would act like they were watching something or talking about anything, and by complete coincidence his mouth would suddenly be on hers and his hand in her underwear, and he would accidentally bring her to fulfilment without listening to what the characters in the show he had turned on were saying.

She saw it in the look in his eyes and decided to take pity on him.

Over him and over herself.

"Will you show me your bedroom?" She asked softly, lightly, as if asking him to show her his living room or office, nothing obliging. His pupil dilated and he took a deep breath, his hand outstretched on the tabletop clenched into a fist.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked lowly, looking at her all the time, she felt a powerful shudder and pulsation between her thighs at his question, dark, ambiguous, final.

She nodded, and he swallowed loudly, glancing at the whole of her silhouette which he could see over the table before he hummed and stood up, waiting for her to follow him.

She moved with him through the corridor to one of the closed rooms. He stepped inside and switched on a lamp, the warm light illuminating a large double bed with dark, fresh linen, a night table and a huge black wardrobe with a mirror in one of the sliding doors, standing on the opposite side against the wall.

She swallowed quietly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, meeting his gaze. He stood a few steps away from her, watching her every move.

He watched her as, with a quiet, unhurried step, she approached his bed and lay down on his bedding, smelling the pleasant scent of washing powder. She lay on her stomach, not looking at him, cuddling her cheek into one of his pillows, looking at the lamp standing on the small table beside him.

She heard him move and came closer, felt the mattress bend soundlessly under his weight. She shuddered and drew in a loud breath as she felt him lift the material of her dress, exposing her buttocks. She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed quietly as his large hand carefully touched one of them, tracing his fingers over her warm skin.

She felt him move further away after a moment, placing his hands on either side of her head, one of them gently taking her hair, and after a moment his warm lips were on her neck, placing a soft, wet kiss on her skin.

She clasped her hands together on the bedclothes when she felt one of his hands slip under her stomach, then he pressed her with his body from above so that she could not move, she felt his hard manhood hidden in his trousers impatiently pulsate as he felt her naked buttocks beneath him.

Involuntarily her breathing quickened, the space between her thighs clenched desperately as his fingers slid lower under her belly, pulling up the material of her dress, finally finding what he wanted under her underwear.

He shushed her when she moaned softly, his fingers with sure, steady movements spreading her wetness around her clit, barely teasing it, his lips rising to her cheek, his breathing shuddering and uneven.

"− have you been this wet since you came in here? − or maybe since this morning? −" He hummed, trailing his lips over her soft skin, she involuntarily rubbed her buttocks against his manhood, licking her lips.

"− it's your fault, professor −" She mumbled out with difficulty, feeling arousal and a shudder at the use of his academic title in such a situation, in such a context. She heard him groan in surprise, his length rubbing against her buttocks, impatient and swollen.

"− mine? − because I take care of my student's needs like any good professor in my position? −" He asked tauntingly, enveloping her ear with his warm breath, his words resounding like a murmur.

She squeezed her eyes shut, hearing with shame that what he was saying was making his movements of his fingers accompanied by an increasingly loud click of her moisture, involuntarily she began to quietly moan and pant, clasping her hands on his pillow.

They both sighed quietly as she opened her legs slightly, making it easier for his fingers to move wider, the tips of his fingers digging into her sensitive soft skin.

"− I need this − please −" She mumbled out, moaning along with him, his hips moving with her, pressing his manhood between her buttocks, she could feel how hard he was, that his control over what was happening had completely relaxed him.

"− I know −" He breathed out and she gasped in surprise, feeling a powerful shiver of pleasure as the tip of his finger slid between her fleshy, throbbing walls.

"− shhh −" He hushed her, not letting her move even though she needed it so badly, needed to feel him deeper, harder.

"− please − ah − please − please −" She mewled, no longer able to form any meaningful sentences, feeling like she was going mad with arousal, her core throbbing all over in painful tension and anticipation.

"− please, what? − don't be disrespectful, title me properly −" He grunted warningly, biting her skin lightly, his finger barely teasing her entrance, sliding in and out, massaging her around her clit again, driving her insane.

"− please, professor − please, I've been waiting for this all day −" She confessed with shame, and he chuckled at her words, finally sliding his finger all the way inside her hot core, panting along with her. She cried out loudly, pressing her face against the pillow, feeling that she was on the verge of orgasm.

"− soaking wet for her professor − fuck − you're a very dedicated student, aren't you? −" He whispered into her ear, with a quick, sure movement sliding his finger in and out of her, the loud click of her sticky juices accompanied his every move, he deliberately pressed the top wall above her entrance, searching for her hidden spot.

"− yes − God − yes, yes, please! −" She cried out when he finally found what he was looking for, he groaned loudly when he felt her come all over his hand after squeezing this spot a few times, panting all over, squeezing him from all sides, her moisture beginning to run down over his fingers.

"− fuck − what a little mess you are −" He purred, kissing her cheek tenderly, massaging her through her peak, ignoring her moans from overstimulation.

"− don't move − okay? −" He asked, panting loudly, himself on the brink of orgasm, and she nodded, seeing or hearing very little, stunned by the pleasure her fulfilment gave her.

She heard him rise up on his knees, unbuttoning his trousers, jerking himself off with quick, sure movements, moaning helplessly. She swallowed loudly, ashamed of what she was thinking about, what she wanted.

She wanted to give him the opportunity to break through, to experience her closeness.

"Can I kiss you there?" She asked quietly, in a trembling uncertain voice, and heard him freeze suddenly, breathing unevenly, not believing what he was hearing.

"What?"

"You could lie on your back and massage yourself, and I would kiss you there. I wouldn't touch you with my hands, just my lips and tongue. I've never done that before, so it would be our first time." She whispered, not daring to look at him, fiddling with the fabric of the pillow on which her head just lay.

She heard him swallow loudly, shocked.

"− I − God − I don't know − I wouldn't want to hurt you − force you to do things like that, humiliate you −" He muttered obviously horrified by this vision, and she shook her head quickly feeling her heart pounding hard.

"− I want to try it − I'll tell you if it feels uncomfortable and you can do exactly the same − you don't feel bad when I kiss you, just when I touch you with my hands − I thought maybe this is our way to your fulfilment together −" She explained and a long silence full of tension answered her.

"−… will you tell me if there is something wrong? −" He asked in a trembling voice and she nodded quickly.

He swallowed loudly and laid down on his back beside her, looking at her terrified, his trousers unbuttoned but he hid his manhood in his boxers, ashamed. He stared at her frozen, seeing her rise slowly and shift on her knees, laying on her stomach between his thighs, not even touching him.

She lifted her feet, wiggling her calves in a slight gesture of anticipation, resting on her elbows, looking at him with warm, understanding eyes.

"So?" She asked softly, seeing that he was terrified because of many things at once, she watched him carefully and saw no sign of a panic attack so far.

He licked his lips in a nervous gesture, looking at her helplessly, wanting this and fearing another disappointment.

"If it goes wrong − what do I say?" He asked in a weak, trembling voice, breathing unevenly. She looked at him with understanding, knowing that she would have to be very careful and very slow with any movements or gestures.

"− say slower if you feel it's right but things are happening too fast, or faster if it's too slow. If you feel bad say stop and I'll pull away immediately −" She said what she thought made the most sense, wanting him to still have a total sense of control.

"− and if I − you know −" He muttered, and she pressed her lips together at the thought that he was afraid he'd cum inside her mouth.

"− well − Eve was the first to taste the forbidden fruit, wasn't she? −" She asked softly and he swallowed loudly, looking down at her with big eyes, she saw his manhood pulsed hard under the black material of his boxers. She lifted her gaze to him, seeing that he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"− touch yourself as you always do and just say if what I'm going to do makes you uncomfortable − remember this is time for you and your pleasure −" She assured him with warmth in her voice, something in her words calmed him because he let out a loud breath.

He tilted his head back, closing his eyes, his trembling hand went under the material of his boxers, pushing them back a little, squeezing firmly on what was under them.

She pressed her lips together seeing that God did not skimp on his size, his length pulsed all over, swollen and hard, she could see veins showing through from under his skin, the tip of it pink and sticky from his own moisture.

She heard him sigh as he began to stroke himself, clearly like her waiting all day to relieve himself. He groaned and gasped as she leaned towards him and merely brushed his manhood with her lips.

She lifted her gaze to his face and saw that he was looking at her aroused and surprised, not stopping to massage himself, apparently amazed that it was pleasant after all.

Encouraged by the lack of expression of discomfort or pain on his face, she leaned in again, this time adding the tip of her tongue to her lips and ran it upwards, teasing him, he smelled fresh and soapy, she thought he had showered before she came.

"− fuck −" He muttered, tilting his head back, panting heavily, massaging himself with increasing speed.

She kissed him more and more confidently, wanting to prepare him for what she was about to do, rising higher and higher until she reached the very tip of him.

As she parted her mouth and slid him a little between her lips, teasing him with the tip of her tongue she heard him moan loudly, an involuntary movement of her hips sliding it deeper into her throat.

"− oh, God − please −" He mumbled out with increasingly ragged, loud breaths, his free hand went to her hair, holding her close. She felt her walls clench around nothing from his reaction, her heart pounding like mad.

He was enjoying this.

Encouraged by his reactions and the fact that she herself felt no discomfort, she slipped him deep into her mouth and began to suck him with a loud click of her saliva as, at the same time, his hand massaged him with quick, sure movements at the base.

"− faster − ah, fuck, squeeze me here −" He exhaled, gripping her hand in his, clenching it with his fingers where her mouth couldn't reach. She began to massage him, squeezing him with firm, light movements. He sobbed loudly, pulsing hard in her mouth, the thrusts of his hips pushing his cock deep into her throat, making her gag.

"− forgive me − fuck, 'm gonna cum −" He mumbled out with difficulty and groaned loudly in relief. She felt something salty, viscous and sticky spill into her mouth and swallowed it with difficulty, breathing loudly through her nose as she felt his manhood pulsing hard and quivering between her lips, delicate and hypersensitive.

"− fuck − fuck, baby − oh my God −" He was panting quietly, lying with his head tilted back, his lips parted, his eyes closed in blissful relief from pleasure.

His hand let go of hers so she immediately took it from his manhood and slid him out of her mouth, not wanting to overdo it, knowing that what had happened was groundbreaking for both of them.

He opened his eyes lazily, looking down at her at last, licking his lips dried from exertion.

"− you are indeed my revelation −" He whispered and smiled shyly, boyishly, happy.

It had worked.

He grasped the material of her dress with his hand and drew her to him, embracing her on with his arms, and she snuggled into his chest, placing her hands where he let her.

"Are you okay?" He whispered and she nodded quickly, snuggling closer to him, listening to the rapid beat of his heart as he played with her hair between his fingers, stroking her head.

"− move in with me −" He whispered, and she froze, not believing he had said it.

They had been together, if she could even call it that, for three days, and he was propositioning her to move in with him.

"− I know it's too soon, I know, but − yesterday when I was lying here without you − I don't know − I'm not sure I'll ever be able to sleep peacefully without you by my side again − I have one room that is my gym, but it could be yours −" He spoke quickly, clearly embarrassed by his own proposal, afraid of what she would respond to it.

She swallowed loudly, thinking strenuously.

"− I think I wouldn't want to give up my room for now − however, if you want, I can keep some of my things at your place and come to you for the night −" She said warmly, glancing at his reaction. He pressed his lips together and nodded, disappointed and ashamed at his desperation.

"− I'm yours −" She whispered, kissing his jaw softly, and he hummed under his breath, stroking her head and back tenderly.

"− so − will you come tomorrow too? −" He asked uncertainly, and she smiled under her breath.

"Yes."

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semisgroupie · 2 years

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slutty little girl

professor!getou suguru x bimbo!fem. reader

wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be a drabble I have no clue what happened)

warnings: degradation, name calling (just a lot of slut’s thrown around in various forms), age gap (suguru is in his early 30s and reader is 21), creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex (suguru has his limits), office sex (this is my thing now), dubcon, spit, spanking, light choking, suguru is just a little unhinged, dacryphilia

a/n: this was requested by a lovely anon for my what happens after class event! this is my first time writing a bimbo reader so I hope I hit the mark!

He should’ve known that you were going to be a major distraction from the beginning.

He should’ve known that one day your ditzy charm would be too much for him. How could he possibly ignore you when you looked and dressed the way you did? How your skirts got shorter and shorter with each passing day? How your shirts were cut even lower and were tighter each time you showed up to class?

You were a temptress and no matter how hard he tried to ignore you and move on with his day, he still ended up in the same position every single night. Fucking his fist to the thought of you bent over his desk for him, watching how you struggled to take his fat cock inside your tight cunt, listening to your mindless babbles while he fucked you even dumber than you already were.

But soon only fucking his fist wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed you. Not once throughout his 10 year career had he wanted to fuck one of his students as much as he wanted to fuck you. He’s had girls throw themselves at him for a multitude of reasons, wanting a better grade, just wanting to fuck a man older than them, wanting to check something off their sex bucket list or just watched too many movies and thought they could seduce him.

But with you, you were completely different. The clothes you wore weren’t to seduce him or to try to distract him, he figured it out by the second class that you just wore things like that just because you liked to wear it. The way you bent over his desk to flash your lacy pink bra while asking him a question was always an innocent accident then when you noticed what you were doing, an apology was always covered by your giggles. It all drove him insane.

So insane that he needed to make a plan on how he could have your tight cunt wrapped around his cock. Fuck, even if it were just your glossy lips wrapped around him his desires would be satiated.

He didn’t know how he was going to plan it out, you never requested office hours with him and you always had things to do after class. It was more than irritating but he finally found his beacon in the form of the most recent exam which was worth 20% of your grade. You received a D- on the exam, he was honestly surprised that you even got that grade with how poor your answers were. But now he could finally put his plan into action, he could finally get his hands on you and all over you.

When class started he held up the stack of papers and set them down on the table, the action alone making your heart race. You knew you should’ve studied more but it was just so boring. He called each student’s name one by one and when he got to your name you moved slowly. Once you finally got your desk you leaned in flashing him with your pretty baby pink lace bra. He handed you your test and a pout grew on your glossy lips. “I’m going to need you to go with me to my office after class so we can discuss further actions to salvage your grade.”

You nodded without another word and took your bottom lip between your teeth as you made your way back to your seat. As he continued on with the class he noticed how you were deep in thought. What the reason was, he had no clue and he didn’t really care. He was finally going to make a move and finally ravage you the way he so desperately desired.

The class went by unusually quickly for you but the minutes ticked by too slowly for him. Once the hour was up he dismissed everyone and you stood behind. He quickly packed his things and you packed your laptop away and walked over to him. “Ready to go up?”

You nodded and followed him into the elevator, standing close to him and making it even more difficult for him to not touch you. You were in the perfect position, he could just slip his hand up your already short skirt and grab a handful of your ass. But he used the last ounce of self control he had to hold himself back until you two were in his office. He let you enter first and he stepped in behind you, locking his door securely and closing all the blinds which was a sign to anyone passing by to not disturb him.

You sat down in the chair across from his desk and started playing with the hem of your skirt, flashing him even more of your soft skin. Soft skin that he wanted to dig his fingers into until there were bruises and indentations left. He sucked in a breath to calm himself and moved to sit across from you. “Now you know why I called you here, this exam is a very big chunk of your grade and comparing it to your last exam it wasn’t any better. I’m very concerned about your grades in his class and I really want my students to achieve their best.”

You nodded and looked up at him, a pretty pout on your face. “I’m really sorry Professor Getou, I really tried my best to study but I just got so bored and I couldn’t do it anymore. I just get so bored when I study and I’ve even tried the ways you recommended.” It wasn’t the truth, whenever you open up your notes your mind wanders to anything else, the newest bubblegum and cherry lip gloss you could get your hands on, what cute designs you could get on your nails next, the next shopping spree you could go on, just anything but your academics.

He nods and sits back in his chair as he pretends to think. “Well I do know of another technique you can use but it’ll be more of a hands on demonstration.” He knew his next words might end up freaking you out but from what he’s seen so far he knew you wouldn’t bat an eye. “I’m going to need you to come here and sit on my lap. I’m going to take out the practice exam I gave you two weeks ago and we’re going to go over it page by page.” You nodded and got up from your seat without asking a question, just like he expected. You moved around the desk and sat down on one of his thighs, “like this sir?” He lifted you and adjusted you so your ass was pressed right against his bulge.

“This is much better. Now, remember when we discussed the topic of forbidden love specifically with Romeo and Juliet?” You nodded and looked down at the practice test in front of him. He gave it to you so you could hold it and he moved his hands along your thighs, soft just like he expected. When he heard your breath hitch he chuckled and leaned in close to your ear, massaging your thighs as he slowly moved up. “If you get these questions right, I’ll give you a reward. You want a reward don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I want a reward.” He chuckled and helped you lean forward on his desk while you answered the questions on the practice exam. Hell, even if you got them all wrong he wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip from his fingers. As you answered the questions his hands moved up your thighs and flipped your skirt up so he could get a better view of your ass, his large hands massaged and squeezed the flesh while you let out little whimpers and whines.

Once you answered the last question you handed it back to him and he skimmed over it. Out of the five questions on the page you only got two of them right. “There we go, good girl.” He lifted you off him and pressed you against his desk. His cock was begging to be freed from his pants and from the wet spot forming on your pretty panties, you needed this as much as he did. “Now your reward.” He pulled his cock out of his pants and pulled your panties to the side and pushed his cock inside your wet entrance.

“Sir! You can’t! Too big!” He chuckled at your words, couldn’t even form a proper sentence and his cock was just halfway inside you. He gripped your hips and slammed the rest of his cock inside you groaning your name. His eyes immediately widening as he watched you shake underneath him, signaling to him that you already orgasmed. “Fuck, such a tight cunt for a little slutty girl like you.” He gripped your hips tightly as he slammed his hips into yours over and over again, his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“I bet a dirty little slut like you let’s all her professors fuck this tight cunt. Just walking around flashing those pretty tits and this perfect ass” he swats his hand down on your ass causing a loud slap to reverberate throughout the room. “Or are you just a little slut for me? Hm? Have you fingered this messy pussy thinking of me?”

Your mind was numb with pleasure and all you could do was nod. But a simple nod wasn’t enough for him, he needed to hear the words come from your lips. He wrapped one of his hands around your throat and pulled you up so your back was pressed to his chest and he looked at your face. You were already such a mess, tears staining your face with drool slipping from the corner of your agape mouth. “Now I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He moved his free hand down and spanked you roughly again making a yelp leave your mouth.

Your eyes were glossy and wide as you made eye contact with him and just by your reaction he already knew what happened. “What is it? Did the brainless slut already forget my questions?” You nodded again, how could you answer him properly when his cock hit all the right spots? “What I asked you was, are you a little slut for me? Do you finger this slutty cunt when you think of me? I expect a verbal answer.”

His hips never stopped moving, he continued thrusting his cock into you over and over, filling you with more and more pleasure. “Say it.” His grip tightened around your throat and you felt his tongue drag across your cheek as he licked a tear away, making you clench around his cock tighter. You shut your eyes and cried out for him. “Yes! I’m your little slut sir! I-I touch myself thinking of you!” He loosened his grip around your neck and tilted your head so you could face him before he smashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was rough just like the pace of his hips. More drool slipped from the corners of your mouth and he could taste the sweet cherry flavor of your lipgloss. One of your hands came up to grip his wrist in a feeble attempt to alert him of your impending orgasm but he already knew how close you were. He knew from the way your legs shook, how loud you were moaning against his lips, and how tight you squeezed his cock. “Let go for me” his words were mumbled against your lips but just as they left his mouth and hit your ears your body reacted. His name left your lips in a chant as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

His hips never stopped as he chased his orgasm and with a few thrusts his hips were pressed firmly against yours as spurts of his cum filled you, painting your insides white. He dropped his forehead on your shoulder, strands of his raven hair that weren’t plastered to his forehead tickled your skin. You both took a few silent seconds to catch your breath. He broke the silence first as he slowly lifted his head. “Now, you’ll need to come to my office after class today and every single day after that for tutoring lessons. You can only do this tutoring method with me, understand?”

His hands moved back to your hips as he pulled out and he pulled your panties back in place to cover your pussy and hold in his cum. “Yes sir, only with you.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly. “Good girl, a good little slut for your professor.”

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hwgyun · 1 year

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REWARD KISSES — Han Jisung

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, uni au

warning(s): kissing, pet names (babe, baby, my love, etc.) NOT PROOFREAD! (this was rushed), established relationship, mentions of food/snacks

word count: 710

You groaned as you stared at the 50 flashcards on your desk, as well as multiple books and resources. You had an upcoming mid-term exam for Physiology, and you couldn’t focus at all. You had gone to the library, that didn’t work. You went to a quiet cafe, that didn’t work either.

You hated Physiology. You hated it in high school, and you hate it even more now in college. It didn’t help that your professor didn’t like you either, you would easily lose concentration and embarrassment would consume your body when the professor would call you out on it.

As you’re staring blankly at the mess on your desk, four knocks on your door snap you out of your trance. You quickly scramble to get up, making your way towards your dorm door and opening it, revealing your caring boyfriend Jisung standing at your door with junk food in his hands.

“Ji what are you doing here?” You question curiously, you didn’t message him to come over, so you were curious as to why he was standing outside your dorm.

“Can’t I pay my beautiful soon-to-be wife a visit?” He pouts, yelping seconds afterwards after you had smacked his arm. “Shut up just get inside already.”

“So bossy…” He trails off, walking into your dorm room and setting the bag of goodies on your bed. You take a seat on your desk chair once again and went back to staring at the flash cards that you didn’t hear the sound of your boyfriend's voice calling you multiple times.

“Y/n!” He shouts, shaking your shoulders snapping you out of another trance. “What is up with you? You’re pretty out of it today.” You sigh, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sungie I’m so stressed about this exam…I can’t afford to fail but I just can’t seem to concentrate.” You whisper loud enough for him to hear as you play with your fingers.

“Hey, baby it’s okay. That’s what I’m here for, to help you.” His quiet, comforting voice sending butterflies to your stomach. “Can you…?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, I can my love. Here let’s do this, go over the flash cards and when you’re done, I’m going to quiz you. But here’s the deal, for every question you get correct I’ll kiss you~” He smiled widely and quickly kissed your cheek. You gave him an “okay” and immediately started studying.

“Okay I'm done!” After almost an hour of studying, you were sure you had it all memorized by now, waiting eagerly for the brown-haired male to start quizzing you.

“Awesome! Give me the flash cards.” He snatched the flash cards from your desk just as you were about to reach for them and cleared his throat.

“Alright babe first question, what is the concave medial surface of the kidney?”

“Hilus.” You stated proudly, Jisung looking at you with a wide smile, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips. “Mm I’m gonna enjoy kissing your lips a lot today.”

“Shush it! Next question.”

“What is a renal cortex?” He looked up from the flash card, taking a look at you as you tried hard to remember.

“Ooh, I guess miss smarty pants over here is getting this one wrong~” He teased, earning a scoff from you.

“I got it! The renal cortex is the outer portion of the kidney which contains capillary tufts and convoluted tubes!”

He nods, smiling as he leans in to give you another quick kiss on the lips. Your lips linger against each other for what seems like forever, and he quickly leans in to get another taste. The way your plump soft lips fit perfectly with his like a missing puzzle piece.

You giggle, too focused on Jisung kissing you than studying. You groan against his lips and gently push his chest, his whines making you chuckle.

“Sorry Ji, we can continue this later, but I actually need you to help me with this.” You softly say to him, an apologetic look on your face as you stare at his pouty one.

“It’s okay Y/n, but after we’re done you have to promise you’ll kiss me some more!”

“Yeah, yeah I promise now actually help me.”

a/n: ya’ll sorry if this was shit winter break ended so i’m back at school which is why i haven’t been able to update on here but here is smth i hope you enjoy (even though it was pretty rushed LMAO) also please reblog! tumblr isn’t based on likes, it’s based on reblogs :)

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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[04:20]

You stared at the screen for few minutes before groaning sadly at the not so good exam result. You were pissed. Pissed at how you have done so many revision but still couldn't get the result you want. Fuck education.

"I wish I can get Albert's brain."

Jake stared at you with pity. He really wished he can hug you and comfort you now but too bad what he can do only staring at you from your laptop camera he hacked.

Later that night, Jake got an idea. He wrote notes for the subject that you got worse result and planning to ask you to be your tutor tomorrow.

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Jake waited for your class to be over. Thank god he doesn't have any class today so he doesn't need to be rush over something. He knew your schedule and where your classes might be.

See, Jake's friends has been calling him a creep for doing those things but Jake swear he is not! He just loves you and really cares about your future. Although he wishes you both to get married and you will be the housewife and he will going to work to bring money and spoil you with everything. He smile at the thought. Maybe one day it will happen. His daydream stopped when he heard someone was calling your name.

"Miss Y/n."

"Yes, professor?"

"We need to have a talk. About your result."

The poor girl just follow her lecturer to his room. She can predict what will be he nagging to her. Jake slowly follow them from behind and stopped at the door. It's a grateful when the room is far from the hallway so it gets a little privacy and he also can heard the conversation very well.

"I believe you have seen your result yesterday, right?"

"Yes."

"In the class, everyone got good result especially on my subject which is physics. But you aren't."

Okay. That kinda hurts your pride. But, it's okay. It's for the better future.

"I'm so sorry professor. I already did many revisions but luck is just not on my side."

Your lecturer lowkey staring judgingly from up to down when heard those. The old man must not believe what you said.

"That's good. However, I have another solution for you which is getting a tutor especially from the senior."

He then took a list that has names, pictures and number phones. There are some of the pictures you recognized but some aren't.

"Here is the contacts of some seniors that you can refer to, they are doing really good on this subjects. Or do you want me to arrange it?"

"Yeah, I want that. Also, can you arrange Park Jongseong for me? He is my friend so it is easier to learn from him."

Your professor nodded and dismissed you after that. You can't wait to have tutor session with Jongseong aka Jay. He is your crush actually and that what makes him become your first choice for the tutoring. Since you guys know each other already, you can spend more time with him.

You walked to the gate happily thinking about your crush not knowing someone was watching you with jealousy and furious inside their heart.

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It's the day for the tutoring. Your professor had informed you that your tutor will be at the library so you quickly ran to the place not wanting to make him wait for too long.

When you reached there, it was only a library staff in it and no other students so you went to take a sit and for Jay to come. However, after 10 minutes of waiting, you became worried when there is no his presence until a guy talked to you.

"You are Y/N, right? The one who needs Physics tutoring?"

"Umm yeah, and who are you?"

"Oh! great. I'm Sim Jaeyun but just call me Jake. I am your tutor for this subject. Nice to meet you. You look beautiful by the way."

You blushed at the sudden compliment and thanked him too but at the same time you are a bit disappointed that it was not Jay. You ignored it and proceed to the tutoring.

Jake kinda having hard time to teach you because he always got distracted by your expression when listening to him. He gets to wonder what expression would it be when he says that he loves you, when he shows his room that its wall full of your pictures and even in his drawer there are some of your clothes he had stolen too. He wonder how would you react to it.

You guys must feel weird how Jake is the tutor and not Jay? Jake has his own way to make sure everything is his.

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"Oh, Jake! What a surprise to see you here. May I know what is your curiousity?"

"Can I be y/n's tutor?"

"What?"

The old man was shocked at the sudden request. He became agitated when Jake's expression became serious.

"Umm, sorry Jake but Y/N actually request Jay not you. I already told him few minutes ago."

Jake let out his breath. He walked slowly towards the professor. The silence was really loud and made the old man became really uncomfortable. But, before he can say something Jake already choked his neck tightly.

"Ja-ja-jake...."

"Yes, you still want to live, right? You still love your wife and kids,right?"

The poor lecturer tried to nod even though it is difficult. Jake watched him with a big smile on his face.

"Cancel Jay. Put me as her tutor and if she asks just say that Jay is not interested. If you say something else, you will meet dead bodies at home."

"I- i wi-will."

"Good."

Jake let his hold go and pat his professor cheek letting him know to not forget what he said. He walked out from there with big smile on his face same like when you did but it's different because you thought about spending time with Jay but he thought about slowly getting you in his arms.

"What a nice day."

So,this is the right one for the jake yandere request😌😌😌so sorry for the mistake, hope you guys enjoy this

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neuroprincess · 10 months

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Simili - Prologue

Professor!Agatha Harkness/Student!Female Reader

Fanfic Chapter List

Summary: A series of murders start to scare the small town of Westview when young university students turn up dead on campus, soon Y/N seems to be connected to the victims somehow. Determined to find the author of these atrocities, she can trust no one, not her family, friends, and even less the local police, except the only person really willing to help her, the professor Agatha.

Warnings: Blood, emotional pain, a bit dark compared to what I usual write

Word count: +1900

"My childish and watery eyes struggle to not shed any more tears, they have told me to shut up, depriving me of the first instinct, of pain, of being able to feel and manifest it as a normal child. At this point sounds like a privilege, which this, despite all the privileges life has afforded me, I don't have. Facing the reflection of the bathroom mirror I sigh, face flushed and sore, all I can do is wipe away the tears with the back of the hand. Pull myself together, that's what we do..."

The beams of light are sneaky, walking slowly through the gaps in the heavy doors as the sun rises and perches majestically in the sky. Beating against the young faces that cross the campus, walking fast to escape the heat or late for the next class. Everyone seems to be in a hurry, stressed as they stand with energy drinks or disposable coffee cups, sometimes aspirin. The light also hits inside the buildings, reflecting in the large windows and reaching the cold floors of the halls, mimicking the shapes of the windows, small dust floating in the glow. That's what Y/N focuses on, eyes focused on the tiny particles, struggling to get away from the foolish conversation of her friends, better, classmates who are almost friends, all sitting at the end of the east side hallway. Not that they were boring or uninteresting, just the opposite, each one has peculiarities, talents and intelligence that made them well-known personalities at Westview University. All have something to stand out in a group so distinguished. PhD in astrophysics, two club presidents, one of the top student program interns and then her. There is nothing she stands out in academically, her grades are good, above average and she is enrolled in extra classes, but still no trophies on the dormitory shelves, no certificates signed by the dean and even less honorable mentions at events. It's as if the gold stars have adopted her as part of them.That smallest little star behind all the others.

"A coin for your thoughts." Wanda whispers, leaning in close to her.

"Oh..." in a jolt she breaks out of the trance, turning to find the four of them staring at her in confusion "I'm not thinking about anything important, just a exam this week. We have only two weeks and the new professor is already going to administer one."

"Let's pretend that you don't already know all the questions, I'm sure you'll get a new maximum. Again." Monica shrugged and went back to talking about something with Jimmy, both law students and members of the same club.

"She's being a little salty because they lost the debate last weekend." was the first time Darcy spoke up after minutes of conversation, just so distracted as she was in her thick books "Maybe it's the new class you're worried about? Mythology, right? Cosmogony or origin?"

"Cosmogony, it complements the other classes. And it's easier."

The brunette laughs and nods negatively, turning to the book without giving further explanation, only to be stared at until she feels uncomfortable enough to say something more

"The professor is a executioner. I've thought about signing up for extra credit, good thing I attended a class before that, the content is great, but she's strict and even the brightest are having some trouble keeping up. They say that someone has already fainted in class from being so nervous," she relates the last part in a whisper, not doubting the veracity of the event after witnessing an entire class "You're getting into a jam."

"We're getting in a jam!" Wanda lets out a yelp and straightens her posture, staring at Y/N in disbelief "You! You talked me into this class, I'm screwed, I don't know how to handle pressure well..." her eyes widen and she starts rambling on about how they could get rid of these extra classes.

"I'm sorry." is all the youth can say, receiving a sympathetic look from Lewis, for the situation and also for what she will face in the semester that had just started.

After a few long and torturous minutes Wanda is finally calmed down and soon forgets the subject when asked about her next project, starting to talk fervently about the script, costumes and all the inspirations. Monica and Jimmy continue on their own business, trying to come to a consensus about something, Darcy pretends to pay attention to the friend, a podcast playing in her headset at full volume, while Y/N tries to really pay attention. It's the least she can do after getting her into a university jam. The mythology class was chosen precisely for ease and practicality, for being complementary she swore it would be the piece of cake. And her friend joined the idea to complement the grade. And now they both might be screwed in the hands of a executioner professor who managed to scare away even Darcy Lewis, one of the most intelligent and persistent people she has ever met, this is a very bad sign. The only bright side is that the two will face this together.

"Have you ever watched “The Truman Show”? It's my biggest inspiration for this play, but instead of not knowing the protagonist will be super-aware about everything that happens..." she rambles on barely noticing the commotion of students running through the halls towards one of the exits of the building, the back one that leads to a garden, an area almost abandoned because it's far away from the others.

"What the hell..." Darcy whispers getting up, trying to follow what happens with eyes, unsuccessfully as soon a small group comes together limiting the view.

"Let's see what happens, the last time a group got together like this was when two professors had a fight in the yard." Monica says already gathering her things, she runs into the crowd as she zips up the backpack, then looks back facing her friends "Let's go before we lose the gossip. Sounds like a big one."

Jimmy follows her, running side by side, Wanda is the next to join in, perhaps it was one of those scandals so big and/or complex that it could use and cause a commotion, either in the university or audience. The brunette helps Y/N to get up and together they walk nonchalantly, a background of curiosity leading them to the others, but they don't usually show it as much as their friends. Darcy slips the arm around Y/N's waist as they walk past the riot so they don't lose each other, soft fingers gripping the skin under the thin blouse, which causes shivers and makes her feel warm, completely awkward to the touch. Some guys from the football team push everyone around trying to squeeze in to see, at the same time a group of freshmen run in the opposite direction, indecipherable expressions on their faces, something close to fear or disgust, maybe a mixture of both. A girl crashes into one of the players and falls at the feet of the two university girls, she tries to get up, but before being able to, the body betrays her and soon the entire contents of the breakfast are on the floor. Y/N's eyes widen and she takes a step backwards in pure shock, behind the new girl other students fall.

Everything happens so fast to assimilate even though the images form in slow motion in her attentive eyes, a space opens up between the crowd like the sea opened up and all she finds is red. Red... in the green of the freshly cut grass... in the gray of the perfectly carved marble of the fountain in the center of the garden. The poet, that woman created by human hands and who gives life to the majestic decoration, holds a book in one hand while the other holds a jug where the water flows, filling and entering every space with the limpid liquidity, which beats against the structure and can be heard even amidst the confusion. Murmurs that slowly become desperate cries when witnessing such a scene, the clear flowing water is equally red to the fat drops that drip from the head of the man resting on the poet's lap, similar to a painting in which two lovers share an artistically intimate moment. If it weren't for the blood and the visible wound anyone could tell that he, with closed eyes and neutral expression, even though wearing an expensive suit, is deeply asleep. The sun beats against the aged face and she is sure that she knows him, her gaze narrows in the direction of the scene, steps guide her closer without even realizing it and she ignores Darcy's calls to come back, as well as the curious friends and the other students on the way. Next thing she knows she is just a few feet from the fountain, the red water almost reaching over the rounded edges and falling to her shoes. It doesn't matter, not now.

The chancellor of the university... is dead.

Jareth Redd is dead.

She resists the urge to touch him or pinch herself just to verify that it's nothing but a dream, imagining that she might have fallen asleep between Wanda's speech about costumes, head lying on Darcy's shoulder, passed out deeply into another dream she would never in life dare tell anyone about. Her hands tremble in nervousness and eyes turn opaque as she realizes that above the tall man's lifeless body is something rectangular, thin and patterned. A traditional tarot card, the king sitting on a throne, a raised sword in hand. Justice.

Y/N knows what no one else knows and for a millisecond she has to control herself not to show any emotions, compressing lips in an attempt, avoiding a small smile to form.

At the same moment a loud, shrill and primal noise is heard, someone screaming at the top of thei lungs expressing the most genuine pain and shock. When turn around she finds a middle-aged woman kneeling on the grass, wearing dark clothes in shades of purple and black, her dark hair a mess and blue eyes filled with tears that soon run down the pale face behind thick glasses. She has never seen her before, but she is sure that was someone close to him, because among dozens of people she is the only one to show any kind of reaction other than fear or disgust at the sight of horror. And when the woman's throat dries up there is no more voice for screams, her pain becomes muted, visually excruciating. Without a second thought the girl takes a tissue from her purse and approaches, extending the cloth in hand to the woman.

"Ma'am..." she whispers trying to get her attention, who lifts her tearful gaze staring deep into the soul.

And before she can realize Y/N is in the arms of the unknown woman, in a tight embrace, nails digging in her back, face hidden against neck, hot tears wetting skin and the collar of the t-shirt, loud sobs, low cries and many whispers denying to herself what she has just seen. Although she can't sympathize with the pain, the student hugs her back. Her fingers enter the dark brown hair and they hold each other even tighter, soon she is crying together. For a completely different reason. At least there would be someone to cry and mourn Jareth Redd's death, more than that bastard really deserved.

"He's gone..."

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splendidissimus · 7 months

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May 1999 - "I need you"

((Content warning: emotional breakdown))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 10: Stranded / "You said you'd never leave." ))

((This gets kinda fluffy by the end, and is pretty much about recovery.))

Genre: hurt / comfort

Romance level: moderate

Angst level: 2/5

Draco's headspace: inconsolable

((words: ~2800))

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It was Saturday. Theo was methodically reviewing potions with a loose study circle of most of the other seventh-years who had the class, keeping one ear on Granger's half-frantic muttering because, all else aside, let it never be said she wasn't excellent at studying. It was just over a month until their exams started, and she already felt like she was falling behind, a sentiment he didn't share, but she wouldn't miss a detail.

It took him by surprise when his pocket got warm. He still carried around the enchanted paper he and Draco used to write back and forth while he was at Hogwarts, but Draco had fallen out of using it except to answer him. He hadn't initiated conversation in… it had to be since before Easter break, so at least a month.

The last thing written on the paper, in a loose, sloppy version of Draco's handwriting, was 'I need you.'

Theo immediately tuned out the other students and used the special quill that went with the paper to write back. 'Anything. What do you need?'

But Draco didn't answer. He tried for almost twenty minutes, writing until Draco's entry was pushed almost off the top of the page, then made a decision — he had to go. If Draco needed him and couldn't tell him why, he had to find out. He swept all of his things together into his bag and left the library without a word to anyone else.

He kept the paper close inside his pocket in case Draco wrote back, though.

He elected not to waste time going to the dungeons to get rid of his stuff; he'd just get out past the gates and Disapparate… That was what was going through his mind when he turned a corner and ran into Slughorn. Literally.

He bounced back and nearly fell, fumbling his bag, though Slughorn was unmoved. "Careful there. We're certainly in a hurry to study, aren't we?"

"I've got to go," Theo said, gathering his bag again. "It's an emergency."

"Well, you've just passed the toilets," Slughorn chortled, amusing himself. Theo gave him an irritated look, and the man read the mood. "You mean leave the school?" he inquired genially.

"Yes, I have to go home. I'll be back as soon as possible, I'll do detention or whatever you want, but I've got to go."

"Now, there's no sense in detention as a fine for misbehaviour if it's not going to be a deterrent. I can't authorise you to leave—"

He was pretty sure he could have found a way for someone who had something to offer him, Theo thought irritably. "Fine, but I'm still going."

Slughorn raised his hand. "Don't rush. I was going to say there's no need for you to run off and break school rules when we can explain the situation. Don't be so quick to buck the system when you can use it."

Was that supposed to be life advice? He'd be a lot more impressed with anything he had to teach if this wasn't a professor who all but ignored his existence for two years because of his last name, and literally ignored Draco for all of last term to the point where he didn't even report that he stopped attending classes…

Slughorn put a hand on his back and didn't let him escape; they made their way over to the west tower and the Headmistress's office, Theo chafing every step for the wasted time, clutching the paper in his pocket and willing it to get warm.

"Cover your ears now," Slughorn chided Theo almost playfully as they approached the gargoyle guarding the stairs. "Abyssinian." The gargoyle jumped out of the way and let them onto the moving staircase.

"Minerva." Slughorn didn't really check to see if she was available before speaking, which made her look a little bit annoyed already as she looked up from whatever was laid out on her desk. "Young Mister Nott here would like to speak with you about a weekend pass to go home."

"This weekend?" she pointed out sharply. "You are aware that the memorial of the battle will be held tomorrow. Missing it is out of the question."

"I don't care about a weekend pass, I'm just telling you I'm leaving," he said tightly. "I have got to go, it's an emergency, and I'd be gone already if I didn't run into him." He jerked his head at Slughorn.

"Mister Nott," she said sternly. "I am aware of your… home situation. If there is an emergency with your sister or her children, I'm sure that—"

He clenched his hands into tight fists. "It's not about that at all. I'm not a kid; I've got responsibilities that are frankly a lot more important than these exams." She didn't look particularly impressed at that assessment. "I've been helping look after someone who's sick, and they just messaged me for help, and I've got to go."

"Calm down. Consider the situation. They have time to owl you, but no one else could have helped by now?" she said reasonably, the epitome of pragmatic rationality.

"It's not like that!" He yanked out the paper and slapped it on her desk. "That's called an Owlless, it's in real time, and he called for help almost half an hour ago." And he was trapped here, because these people wouldn't let him go without kissing the ring of their paperwork — it was fully within his power to get to Draco and he was being held back by rules. Oh how he hated society.

Slughorn sidled up to the desk, peering over her arm at it. "Now, that's an interesting bit of workmanship, isn't it?"

McGonagall skimmed the paper, parsing how it worked. Then her lips pressed into such a flat line they disappeared. "Malfoy."

"He's my friend," he said defiantly. "And he's sick, really sick, because Voldemort cursed him. He could be dying right now because you're not letting me go see what's wrong! Maybe you don't care," he added acidly. That's right, did she think he'd forgotten her sending Draco to detention last year, knowing exactly what that meant? Even if he antagonised her for half the year, she should have been better. Yeah, he wasn't impressed with any of their nobility, no matter how society decided they were the heroes.

"Mister Nott," she warned. He was unapologetic but didn't push it. She skimmed the note again, then folded it and handed it back. "Be back before classes on Monday, and if you miss the memorial tomorrow I shall expect an essay on the impact of the battle." She nodded toward the fireplace. "You can floo from here."

"Thank you," he forced himself to say, because society demanded it, took back his Owlless before Slughorn could make it disappear, and almost ran to the fireplace. The floo powder box opened itself as he approached, he took a pinch, and called "Malfoy Manor!" as he stepped into the flames.

The world spun, showing him flashes of kitchens and lobbies across the country, and then he stepped out in the Malfoy drawing room. "Draco!" he immediately yelled, throwing his bag down. A scan of the room showed it was empty and he ran out, calling for him. "Draco! Draco, I'm here, tell me where you are!"

Parlour, window seat, both empty. He called for Draco again and ran back to the stairs, focused on the library at the top. Or maybe his bedroom… or that second-floor window…

He heard a squeak from below him. "Mister Nott!" The house elf was quavering beside a closed door in the hall going back past the staircase, and when she saw him looking she pointed at it urgently. "Master Draco is here, sir!"

Theo jumped the last two steps to get back down, and when he was back on the ground he oriented himself and realised that was Draco's mother's room — tacitly off limits unless she was entertaining. "Is she here?" If she was, if Draco was with her, then he wasn't needed and she'd probably consider him intruding… unless Draco called him even though he had her…?

But the house elf shook her head vigorously, ears flapping. "Mistress isn't home, only Master Draco! Please help…" She wrung her bony hands.

He didn't have to be asked again. He opened the door and looked around frantically. "Draco?"

Draco was in a chair isolated in the corner away from the rest of the seating, with one foot drawn up in the chair to hide behind his knee, holding his head in both hands, sobbing.

He came to him and pulled down his leg. "It's okay, I'm here." He tried to pull his hands away so he could see him. He touched his heart monitor on the way to see if he was having a bad spell, but his pulse looked okay, and that was a relief. "Are you okay? Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing… Everything!" He bent over double and sobbed into his knees.

"It's okay…" Theo hugged him and rubbed his back, looking around. Nothing actually looked obviously wrong, and he seemed to be okay, physically. He didn't think he was panicking, he wasn't sick, so…

"Master Draco can't stop crying," the house elf said in a small voice, and he looked back at her. She was pulling down her ears. "For hours, if it goes away it comes back."

He looked around again, running his fingers through Draco's hair. Next to his seat, there was tea and chocolate, showing how the house elf had tried to help, and an empty potion; he sniffed the potion bottle and identified a Calming Draught, which had either not helped or worn off, and touching the remains of the tea found it cold. There were nibbles taken out of the chocolate.

Draco had actually tried, he realised. Really tried. He hadn't pushed it down or ignored it, or hidden where no one could find him to try to cover it up. He'd done everything he could think of to make himself feel better. He'd taken the potion, he'd taken the chocolate even though he didn't like to eat, he'd moved to his mother's room where he felt safe for comfort, and when he realised it wasn't getting better, he called for help — for the first time in years. It felt huge.

He sat down on his knees and kissed the top of Draco's head, rubbing his back again. "You're okay." He wished he knew what to do to actually help him, but maybe just being there would be something. "Everything's okay. There's nothing wrong… There's nothing wrong with crying if you need to."

"I can't…"

"That's okay."

He couldn't tell what Draco meant, what he felt he 'couldn't', but maybe it wasn't meant to be anything specific. He was starting to think there wasn't anything specific or rational behind the crying, he was just overwhelmed. Maybe?

Maybe that really was what it was. Since Easter — actually, probably longer, he'd been pulling away since March — he'd been so cold and withdrawn, tightly controlling himself and trying to force his mind and emotions to do what they were supposed to. He'd spent most of Easter break in that damn drawing specifically because bad things happened there and he wanted to prove they didn't have power, instead of giving himself a break and just getting out of here for a little while. Maybe he'd pushed it all down for too long and it just cracked.

He rested his head against Draco's, rubbing his back, just patiently waiting to see if it helped. "Thanks for calling me," he said, voice light and casual. "I was getting really tired of thinking about N.E.W.T.s. It's nice to have a break."

Draco didn't respond to the joking like he hoped, but at least it didn't seem to hurt him. "You said you'd never leave…" he admitted, breath hitching. But at least it was a coherent sentence, so improvement. "I hoped it was true…"

That made him all warm, and he hugged Draco tightly. "Of course. I'll always come if you need help. Or if you call me for any other reason. And probably if you just think it really hard."

Draco's crying did ease up; maybe the tears didn't entirely stop, but he stopped shaking. "Do you feel better, or are you just tired?" Theo wondered, running his hand over his hair. It seemed like it would be physically exhausting to keep crying for ages, not that he'd really know. Draco just shrugged without lifting his face out of his arms, but that was okay.

A little while later, Theo was reminded that the house elf was still around when she spoke up. "Mistress is home," she warned, then disappeared.

"Is this going to be okay?" Theo shifted and tapped his feet together to wake his legs up in case they had to move quickly.

"Yes," Draco said, still without lifting his head.

Narcissa entered the room in another moment. Theo would be hard pressed to say he had ever really seen her show an emotion other than vague disgust, which at least she wasn't showing now, but that meant as far as he could see it was just nothing; he was sure Draco would have told him he was wrong and exactly what she was feeling, but since Theo didn't share whatever weird telepathy allowed Draco and his mother to never have to speak to each other, he was left having to guess. He guessed she was annoyed he was intruding.

He made a report promptly without getting up, staying there in front of Draco with his arm around him. "He called me for help. His heart's okay, though. He's not panicking or anything. It's just some crying." He had an instinct, based on no evidence, that keeping things calm and casual would be good for Draco, so he didn't make a big deal about it. He assumed the house elf had filled her in.

"I see." He couldn't tell much, except maybe he'd been wrong about her being annoyed. There wasn't any sharpness in her voice, anyway. "I'll relieve it," she said, drawing her wand out of her sleeve.

"Wait." Theo stood up quickly on his knees between them and held up his hand. "Maybe that's not the best move. He's already had a Calming Draught and it, what, it all came right back as soon as it wore off, right?" Draco nodded silently into his arms. Theo ran his hand over his hair without thinking about it and looked back up at his mother. "I think maybe he's been suppressing everything for too long, during some really hard times, and now today it just cracked for some reason and had to come out."

"It's the anniversary of the battle," she said.

"Oh, shit, that's right." Not that he hadn't known that, obviously, just hadn't made any connection. But Draco would have been hearing about it from the Prophet, the wireless, any post he got, maybe even his mother — of course that was going to be hard, if it was hard to think about. Draco'd never told him much about the battle, which he was beginning, after Easter, to think probably meant it was a pretty bad memory. He rubbed Draco's back. "Either way, suppressing it's just going to make the same thing happen again. Maybe, just let him feel it?"

She considered, and her eyes moved from him. "Draco?"

Draco was still quiet for a bit. "Maybe he's right," he said after a moment. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up, his head and arms off his knees, and wiped his face with both hands. There were still tears leaking out afterward, but nothing like the sobbing when Theo'd first arrived. He didn't actually look at either of them, probably embarrassed. "I don't know," he said. "I don't know what happened. It was just out of control. Maybe he's right." He wiped his eyes again.

"All right." She slipped her wand back into her sleeve and touched Draco's head lightly, then went back to a different couch. To Theo, that seemed really indifferent, but Draco must have gotten something else from it; he distantly ran his hand through his hair where she'd touched it, then wiped his eyes again and pulled his legs up into the chair, curling up in the corner. He silently dropped his hand down to hold Theo's, so Theo took that as saying he shouldn't go anywhere, and he sat down in front of Draco's chair, rubbing his hand lightly. If Draco's mother noticed, she pretended not to.

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jeongyunhoed · 8 days

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Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Sorry in advance for any mischaracterization and other mistakes. Tag list is open if you would like to follow this story on here. Reblogs are much appreciated.

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Chapter 1

Norah Lee could get used to this.

She arrived at King's Cross station, pushing her trolley that had her trunk, the cage of her tawny owl Starlight, and her trusty nab-sack where she kept most of her magical belongings. It was an understatement to say that her start in Hogwarts, albeit late for a young witch, was full of ups and downs. Her extra-curricular activities were the talk of the school since then, and even leading up to their OWL exams.

The summer break was also just as eventful. Frequent meetings at Diagon Alley as well as Hogsmeade with her newfound group of friends: Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Amit Thakkar, Ominis Gaunt, and Sebastian Sallow. They each had their own group of friends, but they were hers, especially after what she went through with each of them the previous year. Fighting goblins with Natty and Amit, inferi with Ominis, poachers with Poppy, and all of the above with Sebastian. She always made it a point to remind each of them that she didn't do all of what she did on her own whenever they'd tease her.

Entering the magical barrier that led her to Platform 9 3/4, Norah saw crowds of parents saying goodbye to their children as they were to board the Hogwarts Express. She knew she could get used to this during the rest of her time at Hogwarts. Norah pushed her trolley to the side and got her things as she boarded the train, looking around for an empty compartment to sit in.

She was excited to return, to say the least. Norah wondered what else would be in store for her in the coming year. Norah knew that it was going to be NEWT exams this time, especially as she kept thinking about her OWL results. She was told she had the makings of an Auror, and by Professors Hecat and Sharp nonetheless. They cited her ability to tap into ancient magic as the primary reason.

Professor Sharp, as exasperated as he always seemed with regards to his students, even cited her fight against the goblin Ranrok as a big enough reason why she was fit to be an Auror. Norah wasn't sure. She didn't even know what she wanted to do after Hogwarts, but she appreciated how helpful all of them have been. Even if their exams were hard at times.

"There you are!" The compartment doors opened and in came the Hufflepuff herself, Poppy, followed by Natty and Amit. The three of them immediately settled inside, placing their trunks on their overhead compartments. "Ominis and Sebastian will be coming. We just saw them come in through the barriers. They'll know we're here."

Norah felt even more comforted by their presence. "Nice to see the three of you too," She chuckled.

"Your adventures are still the talk of the school. Even they're all looking at me like I'm so cool," Amit grinned. "I'm friends with the school heroine, after all. I heard you're even called Troll-Slayer in some hamlets."

"It was just one troll," Norah pointed out.

The three of them gave her a questioning look. Just then, Ominis and Sebastian had arrived. "It wasn't just one troll, Norah. No need to be so modest around us, you know," Sebastian teased as he sat down, the two of them having overheard the conversation. "There were those two trolls in Hogsmeade, and that one I heard while you were trying to put back the Marmaduke crest."

"And those other ones at the goblin camps and in the forbidden forest," Ominis grinned, joining in the teasing. "Norah, you may as well come out and say you fight trolls for fun."

"Well, I'd pick that over Imelda's broom trials any day. I don't know why she even tells me to try out for the Quidditch team," Norah said in defeat. She was fully aware she wasn't as fast as her even after those broom trials. She didn't mind it either. The rest of them laughed.

The train was on its way. Amit talked about the newest constellation he saw, which Natty would recall having seen it in her homeland. Natty got to visit her homeland for a short while with her mother, Divination Professor Onai during the summer. Ominis opted to stay at the Sallow household in Feldcroft during their break, out of not wanting to see his own family members for a change. While all of them were half and purebloods, Ominis knew that his family called them blood traitors.

Poppy spent her summer break sneaking off to visit the smidgets they rescued. They were since under the protection of the centaurs, who allowed her and Norah to visit whenever they could.

"Please tell me this year we can go off to find those other astronomy tables?" Amit looked at each of them, expression hopeful. "It'll be our adventure as a group. With the goblins and poachers hardly there anymore, we can make a trip of it."

"There's a slight problem. Prefects, the Head Boy and Head Girl, and Professor Black," Natty pointed out with a frown. "Not to mention the NEWTs we'll be taking up this year."

Norah nodded in agreement. "I don't think they'll let me off this time if I snuck around."

"Good thing we've all chosen the same timetable then," Poppy remembered as she peered through her schedule. "We'll all have time for that. But don't you think some of these tables are a bit far? Like really far?"

Amit shook his head. "Stars are hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from us. The distance between Hogwarts and those tables are only but a fraction of those," He said knowingly.

"And besides, if anything should happen, we'll be fine," Sebastian agreed. "It's not like we haven't been in danger before," He added with a wink in Norah's direction. She wrinkled her nose.

"We've become thrill-seekers ourselves because of Ms. Lee over here," Natty laughed.

Poppy suddenly sat up. "Thestrals!" She said. "We'll have even more of an adventure," She smiled. "I mean, it's quite sad that all of us could see thestrals, but we could travel to those tables with them. And Norah's got Highwing with her!"

It made Norah think of her vivariums. Deek the house-elf promised her before she set off for her summer break that he would groom all the beasts while she was away. He had even sent her letters telling her what's happened with all the beasts. The beachy vivarium saw an increase in unicorns and hippogriffs that Deek transferred some to the vivarium where the phoenix was housed. Deek had named the phoenix Ruby.

At one point, Deek told her that the Lord of the Shore was being especially playful with the thestrals and the kneazles. The graphorn had taken a liking to his fellow beasts that he allowed some of them to curl up against him when they slept. Norah remembered those updates fondly.

They soon took a moment to split up as they changed into their robes when the train was already approaching Hogwarts. The house-elves, including Deek appeared to transport all their belongings to their respective houses while they made their way to the Great Hall. The school's resident ghosts were floating in and out to greet them.

Norah made her way to the Slytherin table, after signaling to Poppy, Natty, and Amit that their little adventure to the astronomy tables was going to happen. "I heard we've got another party in the common room this year," Ominis muttered as they sat down, with Sebastian sitting next to her.

"A party in the common room?" Norah wondered.

They nodded. "Oh right, you haven't been to one," Sebastian chuckled. "Slytherin house prides itself for having the best parties. Unrivaled common room parties is what I like to say. Last year didn't have one since there's all that fuss over Ranrok, Rookwood, Harlow, and the Ashwinders."

Norah nodded. "Does someone or everyone get sloshed in those?" She asked with a chuckle.

The two males nodded. "Not everyone, but a few ones who sneak in a bottle of firewhisky every now and then. I'd be careful with the drinks. Someone might put in love potion in the pumpkin juice," Ominis muttered.

"The best part is that even the prefects from the other houses look forward to it. Impossible to get caught sneaking about unless you're up against Peeves," Sebastian added with a slight frown. "But that's what our invisibility potions are for, isn't it?"

"I like how you think," Norah looked impressed. It made her remember something. She glanced at Sebastian and Ominis. "You two have shown me the undercroft. Do you want to see something cool? I think now that everything's done and over with, I could possibly transform the place into our own little hideout."

"What are you talking about?" Sebastian raised a brow. "We've been to your room in the Room of Requirement."

Norah shook her head. She wondered if it was still there. She had a good feeling that it still was. It was impossible to make it disappear, and the portraits were now empty anyway. It was practically a chamber she had all to herself. "Tomorrow in between classes, I'll show the five of you."

When the sorting ceremony for the first years were done, Professor Weasley approached the pedestal. "To our first years, welcome to Hogwarts, and to everyone else, welcome back," She said with a smile on her face. "It's a special year for all of you. Not only is it a year where Professor Black, our headmaster, has reopened Quidditch season, it's also a year for the school's Yule Ball!"

Everyone started whispering and murmuring amongst themselves. Norah suddenly heard some of her fellow Slytherins ask each other who they plan on going with to the ball. Even that was something people seemed to leave out when she entered Hogwarts the previous year. The thought suddenly made her anxious as Professor Black had announced that dinner was served, the plates of food suddenly appearing before them.

"You alright?" Sebastian nudged her as they tucked into their food.

Norah nodded. "I'm fine," She said.

"You're suddenly so quiet," Sebastian hummed, yet she knew there was some concern in the way he said it. Norah gave him an assuring pat on the arm, almost taken by surprise when she felt the muscle through the fabric for a second. It had only occurred to her how both Ominis and Sebastian shot up and filled out. Even she could admit they had both become attractive that she was sure many girls were already giggling and fawning over them amongst the gaggle of other boys who had gone through a similar transformation.

She could say the same for Amit and even for Gareth Weasley and Leander Prewett. The thought of actually seeing them in that way made her cheeks heat up. Norah brushed off the thoughts as she ate. It was probably her not knowing what else to do or think now that what happened last year was over.

Norah felt the welcoming pat of the school's caretaker Gladwin Moon, who entered the Great Hall to join in the festivities for a moment. "Don't go looking for trouble now, hmm? We wouldn't want you coming back in hardly one piece, Troll-Slayer," He teased.

If only she could say she wasn't. Trouble, as she learned, always seemed to find her, if last year was any indication.

Norah cleared her throat and took a long drink of her pumpkin juice. She needed to shake this off again. She wasn't used to this, to thinking like this. Now that the worst was seemingly all over, what was next?

As if like clockwork, Norah followed everyone back to their common rooms only to be signaled to speak with Professor Weasley, the Transfiguration professor and the deputy headmistress. Assuring Sebastian and Ominis that she'll catch up, she approached the teacher.

"Professor? You wanted to speak with me?" She asked.

"I did. I wasn't able to have a word with you before you went off on your summer holiday," She replied. "So, now that the previous year's challenges are now cleared for you, I was wondering what would be next?"

Norah tilted her head in confusion. "I don't know, Professor. It does sound like we're in peaceful times again," She said.

"I should hope so. But just because you defeated Ranrok doesn't mean everyone, whether witch, wizard, or goblin, that supported him is now dead," The professor shrugged. "I won't press on that again, but, you did manage to achieve high OWLs even with all of those taking place."

"Professors Hecat and Sharp told me I could try becoming an Auror," Norah replied.

"I don't doubt that one bit, if your field guide is any indication," Professor Weasley chuckled. "All in all, I'd advise you to be careful, and don't go looking for trouble. It shouldn't be too difficult to stay in now, with your NEWTs coming up and all. You'll need all the time to focus on doing well."

Norah excused herself to leave, rushing down the path to the Slytherin dungeons. As she had guessed, Sebastian and Ominis were already waiting for her in the hall near the entrance to the scriptorium they discovered last year. "What did Professor Weasley want to see you about?" Sebastian pressed when she caught up with them, the three of them walking into the common rooms.

She shrugged as they climbed down the staircase to make themselves comfortable in the plush green chairs near the fireplace. "Nothing much, just that I shouldn't go looking for trouble," Norah chuckled, sitting back with a contented sigh. Sebastian suddenly shifted to rest his head on her lap. "But she also said it wouldn't be hard for me to stay indoors, with our NEWT subjects and all."

Ominis scoffed, while Sebastian and Norah sighed. "Well, I hope what you'll show us tomorrow's worth it," the young Gaunt pointed out.

Norah grinned. "It will be. It's no Room of Requirement, but we can always treat it as a place where we can practice spells and all."

"So a room that doesn't change to whatever we want?" Ominis grinned.

"Yes, a non-room of requirement. A chamber, to be exact," Norah laughed.

The blonde then stood up, wanting to get ready for bed, leaving Norah and Sebastian in the common room. Norah looked down at the brown-haired boy who was resting his head on her lap. She looked down, her eyes suddenly meeting his, making her look up almost right away, cheeks slightly pink. "He tells us he wants to go to bed already, but you and I both know he's just going to write a letter to Anne," Sebastian muttered with a chuckle.

Norah smiled at the thought. "That's great. I love that for him. Maybe he'll take her to the Yule ball," She mused. "I'm sure Anne would love to come back and see what the school's become, with Ominis that is."

Sebastian wrinkled his nose. He suddenly looked up at her. "I'm sure she would. She misses Hogwarts. If Ominis is taking her, then I'm going to feel like the third wheel."

She laughed. "I'm not so sure. You said it yourself, you're one of the most handsome in this school. I'm sure you'll have girls flocking over to you in the hopes of you asking them to the ball."

There was a lingering thought in her mind when she said it, something she dared not deal with and planned to keep it that way for some time. If only she had gone to Hogwarts much earlier, if only she discovered that she was a witch much earlier. Norah had those regrets lingering in her mind the more she spent time studying how to be a good witch in the school the previous year. The wizarding world was a far cry from the world she knew, and while her first year as a full-fledged witch very nearly killed her, it was one of the best years in her life.

The two of them eventually parted ways to enter their respective dormitories. Norah wasn't too amused by the fact that she shared the same dormitory as Imelda. Imelda Reyes, the captain of the house quidditch team, who put her through grueling time trials with every upgrade she got with her broom. Norah knew that Imelda wasn't too upset that she beat her times even if it was just by a mere second. It gave her the impression that it was her way of making friends.

"Ah! Norah Lee, the Hogwarts heroine," Imelda grinned when she entered the room in her pajamas.

Norah sighed. "Hello, Imelda. Nice to see you again," She said.

"I hope you're considering trying out for the team. Since Professor Black's reopened the sport, we're holding tryouts for a new chaser, a beater, and a seeker."

"I honestly wasn't thinking of it," Norah admitted, still sounding as exasperated at the thought. "We've got our NEWTs, Imelda, I'm not sure I can keep up with that and all the coursework I'm being signed up for."

The girl looked at her incredulously. It wasn't in her nature to beg. "Everyone in school knows you beat my times, you have to try out."

"I can't be the only one who can beat your times. I'm sure one of the first years will be just as fast as I am and you are," Norah pointed out.

"I hear Ravenclaw's got a strong lineup this year too," Nerida Roberts chimed in when she stepped inside the room, making a beeline for her bed. "Everett Clopton's now got himself a broom, the fastest yet, and he's trying out for their team as a chaser."

Norah smiled to herself, remembering how he took her on a tour of Hogwarts while flying. "Good for him, good for them, then."

Imelda turned to the raven-haired girl as-a-matter-of-factly. "If you're on the team, Slytherin will practically be the Quidditch cup champions."

"That's a bold claim to make, Imelda," Norah stared at her.

Imelda had given up for the night, and the three girls went to sleep. Little did they know, Theophilus Harlow had broken out of Azkaban.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy angst #hogwarts legacy fluff #i'm in the process of cross-posting the first seven chapters #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #leander prewett #imelda reyes

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If I Can't Have You (Hotchreid fanfic, Chapter3)

Description: In the present, they work the case and Reid talks to JJ... In the past, Aaron realizes that Spencer's become addicted to drugs...

Notes: There is mention of drug use, though I didn't do much description on the actual use, just mostly a little of the aftermath. If that is triggering, please skip that part.

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“So, whoever removed this heart had no medical training. It's a mess.” The medical examiner told JJ and Morgan, “But without the rest of the body I can’t really tell you much else. If you can get a sample of the victim’s DNA then I can confirm that the heart belongs to him.”

“Okay, thank you.” JJ said. She and Morgan walked back to the SUV together.

“Removing the latest victim’s heart is a huge jump from just stabbing them to death.” Morgan said, while starting the vehicle.

“Well, it's clear that the true target of his fantasies is Spencer, so maybe he realized that since we’re here he needed to up his game… I hope Spence is okay.” JJ said, pulling out her phone to call Hotch.

“It's Hotch, tell me you’ve got something from the ME.”

“All she could tell us was that the unsub had no medical training, she needed the rest of the body to finish the exam.” JJ said, “We need to get a DNA sample from the wife so she can confirm the heart is Skinners.”

“Okay, I’ll send Tara to talk to Mrs. Skinner again,” Aaron said, “We’re sending plain clothes officers to the libraries closest to the comfort zone.”

“How’s Spence doing?” JJ asked, she hadn’t stopped worrying about him since the moment she heard of what he had received.

“He’s holding up, We’re keeping him at the station, though. Just, get back here. We’re going over the files that Garcia sent me last night on all of Spencer’s mail victims who fit the profile.” Aaron said.

“Wait, you… You pulled the files last night? We didn’t even know that Spencer was connected until this morning.” JJ pointed out, Morgan looked at her, then quickly back to the road.

“Spencer… Had a hunch. He didn’t want me to tell you guys until we had more solid evidence, but I went ahead and had Garcia pull some files.” Hotch explained to her. He knew JJ would be upset at the fact that they had kept this lead quiet, but he wasn’t going to betray Spencer’s trust.

“Got it…” JJ said, hanging up the phone. She knew she didn’t really have much of a reason to be so upset. Spencer wasn’t physically hurt, but she just wished they had told the team.

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Back at the station, Spencer was sitting in the conference room, sipping from one of the coffee cups provided by the station. The coffee was disgusting, but it was mostly sugar anyway so Spencer didn’t mind. He tried to ignore the way his hands were shaking, but the slight movement of the liquid in the cup reminded him.

“Spencer?” Aaron said, sitting next to the professor. Spencer looked up at him and set the coffee down. He shoved his shaking hands into his pockets, “We want Morgan to take you through a cognitive interview. Another professor said the box wasn’t there when she walked in and she was there only a few minutes before you so… We think the unsub would’ve been around when you picked it up.” Aaron explained. Spencer clenched his fists inside his pockets.

“I- I didn’t see anything.” He said, his voice quiet. Aaron sighed.

“Yes, but… You know that a lot of times you don’t think that you remember anything but-”

“I know, I know.” Spencer interrupted him, “How could… Why would I… I don’t understand why me?” Aaron sighed and gripped Spencer’s arm.

“You know how these types of unsubs are… Your eyes might have lingered on him for a moment too long, or maybe you laughed at something he said. Whatever it was, it was unconscious and it led him to become obsessed with you.” Aaron said. Spencer felt tears fill his eyes, so he looked back down at his hands. He didn’t want Aaron to see him cry.

“After the interview, can I go home?” Spencer asked, trying to discreetly wipe the tears before they could fall.

“Spencer… It's not safe. I can send an officer home with you, but I can’t leave you alone.” Aaron tilted Spencer’s head up by his chin, “We’re going to find the guy that did this and I am not going to let you get hurt.” Spencer felt a few tears fall from his eyes. Aaron’s face softened. He pulled Spencer into his chest and the younger began to sob, his face pushed into Aaron’s chest. Aaron rubbed his back and shushed him.

JJ and Morgan got back from the ME’s office and entered the conference room. Aaron’s back was to them, neither he nor Spencer saw them enter. Morgan and JJ shared a look before they both exited the room. As soon as they did, they ran into Rossi.

“Hey, did you get the ME’s report?”

“Yeah, we told Hotch.” JJ said, glancing behind her at the door to the conference room.

“What is it JJ?” Rossi asked, noticing the odd look on her face. She looked at Morgan.

“Spencer’s upset, Hotch is… comforting him, I guess.” Morgan said. Rossi raised an eyebrow.

“Well, let's give them some space, then. We’ve narrowed down the list to 30 possible suspects,so JJ, you and Emily will take ten, we’ll send Tara with the captain, and I’ll go with the lieutenant. Morgan, when he’s ready, give Reid his cognitive interview.” Morgan and JJ both nodded and went to follow the instructions they were given.

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Ever since they had rescued Spencer from Tobias Hankel, the young angent hadn’t moved from Aaron’s side. Aaron had rode in the ambulance with him and stayed with him in the hospital. Even when they were on the jet, Aaron sat beside the younger man. Once they were back in Quantico, Aaron even insisted on driving Spencer home.

Aaron had begun driving Spencer home when they got home from a case this late. He felt that this was safer for the younger agent than taking the Metro. Sometimes, Aaron would just drop him off, other times he would come up and they would talk about the case that they had just solved and then there were the times that Aaron would stay longer. He never stayed the whole night, though.

Once they pulled up to the apartment, Aaron turned to look at Spencer. There were so many things that he wanted to do. So much that he couldn’t do. They may have gotten closer recently, but they had both kept their feelings for each other out of this. It had just been about sex and Aaron knew that now wouldn’t be the best time for him to attempt to bring their feelings into this. Spencer had just gone through a lot of trauma and Aaron didn’t want to take advantage of that.

“Do you need anything before I go? Anything at all?” Aaron asked. Spencer looked away from him. He squeezed the strap of his bag, the bag he hadn’t let out of his sight since he got out of the hospital. His mind wandered to the small bottles that had been hastily stored in said bag.

“No, no. I’m good, honestly.” Spencer said, looking at his boss. Aaron studies the younger man’s face, looking for any indication that he should stay. Spencer kept it together, though. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Aaron felt like he needed to stay with Spencer, but he just gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder and watched him walk into his apartment building.

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“You know, you need to have a discussion with the kid.” Rossi said to Aaron once he and Tara had gotten back from talking to their ten suspects. They’d all be able to provide alibis for at least one or more of the abductions. Aaron sighed, looking around to make sure no one else was going to overhear the conversation.

“There’s nothing for us to talk about.” Aaron said, “It was a long time ago and plus we’re on a case. There’s more important things to focus on.”

“While I agree that we need to focus on the case, I definitely think there’s some things you need to talk about.” Rossi said, giving Aaron a look.

“Honestly, Dave, it’s not really any of your business.” Aaron said, before walking away. He didn’t want to think about how feelings Spencer in his arms again caused all those feelings, that he had tried to push down for so long, to suddenly come back with a fighting vengeance.

Morgan and Spencer walked out of the interview room in the precinct. The two approached Rossi and Morgan began.

“He remembers seeing a man a little younger than himself there, but he couldn’t get a clean look at the man’s face.” Morgan explained.

“Hey, uh, do you know where Hotch went?” Spencer asked Rossi.

“I believe he’s in the conference room.” Rossi answered. If Spencer saw the knowing look on the older agent’s face, he didn’t say anything.

“Thanks.” Spencer murmured and walked to the indicated room. When he entered, he saw that Aaron was reading over the statements given by the ones the team and local PD had just finished interviewing.

“Hey, how’d it go with Morgan?” Aaron asked, “Were you able to remember who left the package?”

“Sort of… I didn’t see his face, so I can’t identify him but I know he was there. Um, I think they’re going to look over security cams on the campus and see if they can get a look at him that way.” Aaron nodded, “So… Can I go home now?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah, I want an officer there with you, though.” Aaron said, Spencer nodded,

“What about… Could it… Could JJ be there instead?” Spencer asked.

“If you’d be more comfortable with that then sure. But I want you to get some rest, okay?” Spencer nodded

“Thanks, Aaron.” He said, rushing out to go find JJ. Rossi entered the the room after the kid,

“Morgan and I are headed to the campus to check security cameras, is there anything that you need before we go?” Rossi asked, eyeing the man.

“No, go ahead. Once you get it make sure it gets sent to Garcia as well.” Rossi nodded and he left. Aaron continued reading the statements, but he found it hard to focus. Part of him wished that he could have been the one to go home with Spencer. He wanted nothing more than to be the one protecting him.

“JJ, hey, Aaron said that you could be the one to come back with me to my apartment.” Spencer said, grabbing the attention of the woman who had become his best friend even in the short time they had worked together. JJ smiled.

“Of course, Spence.” She said, grabbing the keys to the SUV, “Let's go.” She led Spencer out of the station and to the car.

“Thanks for doing this for me, JJ.” Spencer said, “I just, I’d rather have someone familiar there with me.” JJ gave him a smile,

“Of course. And, you know, we’re going to catch this guy.” JJ said. Spencer frowned a bit,

“I know you guys will catch him… It's just the fact that one of my students could have done something like this… He’s killed 4 people just because of me and I don’t understand what he could’ve seen in me that would drive him to do this.” JJ gave him a soft smile.

“I haven’t been a profiler for very long but… You know unsubs like this are-”

“I know, they’re triggered by the smallest thing I could’ve done, that’s what Hotch said and I know that it's true but it doesn’t make it make sense.” He said. JJ started the car and began heading to Spencer’s apartment.

“You’re right, I’m sorry that this is happening to you.” JJ said. The rest of the drive was quiet. They parked outside of Spencer’s apartment and then made their way inside. Once inside, Spencer gave JJ a tour of his apartment.

“So, um, that’s it. It’s not much but I like it here… And it's a short walk to campus.” He explained.

“Its nice, I love it.” JJ said as the two sat down on the couch.

“Do you want me to make some coffee or something? I also have tea and hot cocoa.” Spencer said, playing with his hands.

“Coffee would be great.” JJ said. Spencer nodded and moved to the kitchen to prepare the coffee. He reentered the room a few minutes later with two mugs in his hand.

“Here you go.” He handed her the mug.

“Thanks, Spence.” She smiled, and took the mug, “Can I ask you something?” She said after blowing on the hot liquid a bit.

“Sure.” Spencer said.

“Morgan and I… Earlier we came in and saw Hotch comforting you but…” Spencer’s cheeks reddened and he looked away, “It just looked like… I’ve never seen Hotch hold someone like that.”

“It- It's not… We… I don’t know, I was just… upset, so…” Spencer stumbled over his words, but he saw the look on JJ’s face.

“Spence…” She said, “Were you and Hotch…” Spencer gripped his mug tight.

“I… It was so long ago,” Spencer started, looking up at her, “We… We hooked up… like a lot, I guess.” Spencer said. JJ raised her eyebrows,

“Holy… You and Hotch?” She said, a smile grew on her face, but it quickly went away when she realized Spencer looked less than thrilled, “What happened?”

“Nothing, really, it stopped when I left, obviously, we were 2,422.7 miles apart,” Spencer sighed, “And plus, we were never… Romantic. Neither of us wanted to have a serious relationship, it was all about the sex.” Spencer sighed, “Listen you can’t tell anyone any of this but this next part especially… Aaron can never know, okay?’

“Of course, Spence. What is it?” She asked. Spencer chewed his bottom lip for a few seconds, debating if he really wanted to tell her this part.

“I… I was in love with him.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Spence…”

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Spencer had taken some time off after everything that happened in Atlanta and Aaron had been worried about him the whole time. On Friday evening, Aaron decided he was going to check up on the man that he had found himself falling for more and more everyday.

When he pulled up to Spencer’s apartment building, he felt a bad feeling in his gut. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, even as he walked up the stairs and stood in front of the door, but even so the feeling in his gut didn’t go away. He knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds for Spencer to open the door. After knocking a couple more times, he tried the door knob. It was unlocked.

“Spencer?” He asked as he entered the apartment. He walked in, hand resting on his gun, just in case he needed to draw his weapon. He walked back to the familiar bedroom and found Spencer sitting on the end of the bed holding a small vial. As soon as he seen Aaron a look of panic came over his face and he was quick to shove the vial in his pocket, but he knew he’d been caught. Aaron blinked, trying to understand what exactly was going on, but soon a look of understanding covered his face.

“Aaron… I…” Spencer’s voice cracked and he knew that tears would soon be falling. Aaron quickly moved to the younger agent, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out the small vial labeled as ‘Dilaudid’.

“Spencer… I-I’m going to get you help,” he said. Spencer’s breathing was ragged and he let out a breathy sob.

“I’m so sorry… I’m so, so-”

“Sh, it's okay… It's alright, I’m going to help you.” Aaron said, helping him to stand, “We… We need to get you to the hospital, you don’t look well…” Spencer felt like he was going to throw up. The drugs mixed with the panic that he felt was all too much and everything went dark. Aaron caught him before he could hit the floor and he was immediately dialing 911.

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#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #tara lewis #hotchreid #hotch x reid #hotchreid fanfic #aaron hotchner x spencer reid

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STUDY-EXAM-LOVE-FOOD

Hey ! What you're about to read is an old fic that i posted on my previous account that I had deleted, fortunately thanks to the reblog I was able to access it again so for those who have not read it enjoy it and those who rediscover it have fun ♡

summary : seungmin's grades are falling, so Minho his professor has a plan in mind, he would tutor seungmin and bring lots of treats, making seungmin gain weight. fortunately for the younger, seungmin knows minho's ulterior motive. the older liked bigger guys, so why not turn the tables and make his tutor fat ?

warning : although this is SFW there is also presence of force-feeding at the beginning so be warned

Seungmin was the typical ordinary student. He attended college, tried his best to attend classes and do well in exams, often went out with his friends and was invited to parties. In short, he was living "a normal life".

At least until realizing that the lessons and exams were much more difficult than he imagined, and he quickly realized this when he saw his high school average which was excellent making him the smartest student in school. his class, at the average of a normal student a little below the limits of failling his class.

The main reason ? Surely he was enjoying his new life as a young adult, giving less time for his studies than he used to.

And that, Minho noticed very quickly

Who is Minho? His full name is Lee Minho, he was an economics teacher in Seungmin's college and happened to be one of his teachers.

Minho took an interest in Seungmin's case from the moment he entered college, wondering how the brunette could be so attentive and present during class but not manage to reach the general average of the class.

He wanted the best for his students and didn't want him to fail and later regret not continuing. Then we must admit that Minho had a little crush on him as soon as he saw him, after all he was only 26 years old and Seungmin turned 20 last month was an adult so it was completely legal for him to like him (at least out of college because he was risking his job but he likes danger)

So far everything seems normal or worthy of a good cliché fanfiction, yet what I forgot to mention that is most important was that Minho had always been attracted to chubby guys. He loved everything about them , from squeeze each fatty part to feeding them until they felt like they were exploding, eventually massaging their big bellies with a smirk. In all the relationships Minho had had, his boyfriends were either chubby, overweight, or end up to be huge because of him.

by the way there had been a lot of gossip about Mr. Lee and the art history teacher Mr. Han whose students saw him go from a model size to wear 2XL in just a year. But this rumor was quickly denied, anyway this is the kind of rumor that hung around Minho, if someone around him was chubby or fat, everyone saw it as his fault or that he caused it

But back to our story! So Minho proposed to Seungmin to be his tutor after school and him 1 to 2 hours of lessons per day to improve. Seungmin accepted without hesitation, he was really concerned about his grades but he had lost the habit of studying so he got stuck in a vicious circle where he did not study so he had bad grades so he was mad at it and lost the desire to study and so on...

They therefore met at Minho's home, as soon as he had set foot inside his home, offered him a snack before starting the tutoring session, out of politeness Seungmin accepted, not expecting to have to eat a dozen packets of cake and crisps. Minho told him that it was to study better by talking about the benefits of eating well before each session of studying.

In addition to being nice and treating Seungmin like a friend he invited to his home, he knew how to quickly regain the upper hand and be very strict as a teacher (but at the same time he offered a treat for each correct answer Seungmin said.)

Then after two hours, they finished studying and Minho insisted on offering more snacks to congratulate the brunette, he refused at first but Minho insisted several times before opening one of the bags and stuffing a handful of chip directly into Seungmin's mouth. The brunette could have spit it all out and leave, but strangely he stayed and even ate various bags, returning home with a bulging tummy.

Telling this to his friend Jeongin who knew all the college gossip, the fox-like boy told him that according to rumors Minho was known in his old college where he teaches to be a "fat admirer" and make his boyfriends fatter.

At first Seungmin refused to believe these rumors but then he thought back to Minho's attitude and the looks he was giving his belly which was pushing against his shirt (did I forget to mention that even though Seungmin was relatively thin, he had a small soft belly and generous hips? Well now you know it) and even though he felt uncomfortable at first with his insistence on making him eat all his snacks, Seungmin couldn't ignore this fact and despite that he was not disgusted by Minho despite his attitude close to be unacceptable (but the next day Minho apologized sincerely and even offered to file a complaint against him if he had made him uncomfortable but Seungmin refused, pretending that he hadn't been embarrassed by her attitude, saying that in reality he had ended up loving that moment )

The only thing Seungmin didn't like was being the one who was going to be "secretly fattened up", no he felt good with his few extra pounds no need to gain more! But Minho on the other hand, if he liked to make people get fat, he wouldn't see any problem in getting fat too, would he?

This is how Seungmin tried to turn the tutor's plan against him. He continued to study diligently but when he ate, he now offered Minho to eat snacks with him. If he didn't want to reveal his plan then he too had to eat all his snacks or it would be bad considering he has so many chips, cakes and other junk food without eating any of them.

So he ate reluctantly at first, then in the evening it became a pleasure. In fact Minho was a big eater, eating anything that was given to him or put in his mouth! Then since the two got closer emotionally, they had a few dates that all happened in a restaurant or a cat cafe. Each of their dates they had to have food and Minho gorging himself

Then after a few weeks, the effects appeared! The tutor's formerly slender body had rounded out, his hips had widened and his thighs had grown even thicker than they already were. His belly hung over each of his shirts and pushed against each of his shirts and other tops as the buttons resisted to stay in place.

However, Minho did not notice all his changes, his life as a teacher took up all his time and he had many dates with Seungmin and as Seungmin complimented him each time, he did not notice his belly resting on his knees when sat where his double chin he was developing.

He was in folds preoccupied and wanting to fatten up his new boyfriend who had gained a lot of weight too. Even if Seungmin didn't want to, he had put on weight, not as much as Minho who stuffed himself with every meal, but enough to go from a guy with some curves to a chubby guy, his arms had thickened, his belly had doubled for is original size , now he got small moobs landed against his tummy, his hips had become even wider and he was developing a bubble butt large enough for Minho to touch or smack him whenever he could away from prying eyes

They were growing as much as the love they felt for each other by teasing each other at the slightest opportunity.

What about Seungmin's notes? Minho continued to tutor Seungmin, becoming very serious and concerted at such times. Especially that Seungmin's grades were improving so he was not going to stop there.

I could stop here and tell you that's a haopy end for them and that's true, but would it be fun to tell how Minho realized he had doubled his weight in less than a year?

Well, it was during one of his lessons, he was talking passionately about the importance of primary socialization to develop other socializing traits or something like that (students weren't really listening) , forgetting that now he was waddling and that every step he took made him out of breath quite quickly. But the funniest thing was his shirt which almost ripped at all times, the gaps between the buttons clearly showed the oily belly of Minho which caught the attention of all the students.

After all the teacher was considered to be the sexiest teacher in this college and he had become so .... so fat and full in a short time without to lose so much of his aura of attractive guy (Seungmin confirmed).

And then after breathing a little too hard, one of the buttons of his shirt fell off, Minho was silent and observed the button lying on the ground, then wanting to lower himself, take it and continue his lesson as if nothing had happened, else buttons popped until his chubby belly was visible to everyone leaving everyone speechless but the most amazed was Minho had been in denial for all these long months and now he realized what his body had become .

And , he LOVE IT, he love seeing his belly hanging down preventing him from seeing his feet, then he had a superb ass, he loved teasing other people's (espacially Seungmin's) but he never thought he could had such a big ass too

but he quickly had to focus on his lesson again before he got a little too excited about it

In the end in the evening, he gently disputed Seungmin for having fattened him up, rather ironic when he was the one who had started by giving a packet of chips to Seungmin! But well in the end it had had a fairly positive impact,

Now they were dating and loved each other and the brunette had regained the taste for learning and studying and now both fed each other and wanted to grow up to their desires

what a good ending and yet this is only the beginning for them

#weight gain #my fic #skz chubby #cdoldfic

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The library I used to study in had many secrets, which for some reason I could see happen in bright daylight or in chilling moonlight. It frightened me at first to see blurry caricatures of spirits pass between the alleys or searching for a book they desired to read, but the more I spent in that place, the clearer I could see them, hear them.

Overbloom library was the only library in my city that was both close to my apartment and I could easily get to there from my university. It wasn’t very popular, probably due to being very old, but it still had few loyal patrons who visited it regularly. I wouldn’t have guessed I’d become one of them, until my first exam was around the corner. I remember entering it at five in the afternoon and seeing a middle-aged gentleman greet me with a warm smile. The air inside smelled of amber and aged papers, it felt incredibly welcoming, as if I just entered a place I could call a second home.

After I told the owner why I had come there, he enthusiastically clapped his hands and showed me around the place. From the moment we started walking, I could sense something wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He walked me through majority of isles, even showed me how to get on the platforms high above us, which was indeed sweet of him. Once my tour was over, the man showed me a cozy corner in which I could study as much as I pleased. With a thankful bow I left my bag on one of the seats and began venturing around alchemy isles and picking the books I thought would have everything I needed to know for my exam. That’s when I started spotting weird shadows creeping around the corner, hiding when I turned my head around. As spooky as it was, I decided not to mind it and continued doing what I came there to do. Throughout my whole session I heard incomprehensible whispers around me and saw gusts of darkness emerge and then once again disappear into the shelves. I don’t know how I managed to stay in there until ten in the night, but after checking out I made it clear to myself that I will not be returning there for the life of me.

Well was I wrong.

I nailed the exam I was preparing for with some additional points and props from my headteacher thanks to the knowledge I got from the old books in that library. Everyone in my year kept asking me how I managed that with our professor, when he often took points away when even just one name of a herb was spelled incorrectly. I shared with them where I studied for that exam and they all looked back petrified at me.Turns out what I saw at the library wasn’t just one-time kind of thing, it’s been all that library’s known for. Everyone who I knew avoided it and by the end of it they all told me to do as they as well. They’d tell me that the more you stay there the angrier the spirits get, some claimed that your spirit will get trapped there as the others if you check in regularly. Apparently none of the ghosts could be recognised even by the experts, who specified in spirit sighting. That’s why many stayed away from that establishment, from fear of the unknown.

But the more they shared their terrifying testimonies with me, the more curious about the situation at that place I was. Right after my last class I got into the trolley and went right down to that library. When I entered the smell of amber once again overwhelmed my senses and brought me a feeling of being welcomed. The middle-aged gentleman looked surprised when he saw me at his place again, but greeted me warmly nevertheless. Without any hesitation I asked him whether the legends about this place were true, I recalled what I saw and heard when I last stayed here and what my friends said. As he listened his smile gradually faded from his face and a solemn expression replaced it. Once I was done, he sighed helplessly and replied with “So that’s what they think of this place...”. He then patiently explained to me what was going on.

His grandfather founded it back when he first moved into what was once a small town named Lischtenver. Every book that occupies the shelves was brought in by him or later his son - the current owner’s father. Back then, that place flourished with many visitors, even some from overseas, coming to see and get a grasp of the collection his grandfather had to his name. It was so popular even mystical beings sometimes showed up after hours, he welcomed them warmly as well. The man said “He had this saying: ‘No matter who, no matter where from, as long as they yelp for knowledge they’re welcome to stay as long as they wish.’ Some, apparently took it a bit too much to heart.” He told me that his grandfather wasn’t sure when, but one day he noticed lost souls wandering through his establishment. They weren’t clear in anyway, but they observed the shelves with high curiosity. More and more of them started appearing as the time went by and many of them wouldn’t leave once they settled in. His grandfather didn’t mind and took them in, as they wouldn’t be much of an expense for him anyways and over time, he could see them more clearly, he could spot details in their faces and he could hear them, interact with them. He grew close to them and so they did to him, but the presence of the dead wasn’t as warmly welcomed by others. Many weren’t understanding about the ghosts and did everything in their power to distance themselves from any contact with them, some went as far to try and get rid of them for good, but the owners all as the decades went by stood for the ghosts and wouldn’t kick them out, as they had become an important part of the library’s society. Due to this, the more ghosts appeared, the less living people wanted to go to that library, which ended up in it becoming very quickly the least visited place in the city. Many bigger, better libraries took its position and what they were left with was ghosts and few patrons, not afraid to stay in with them.

When I asked him who were the ghosts roaming the place, he said he didn’t know. “They all come here as lost souls, only knowing their name and how old they were when they died, but even that sometimes isn’t clear to them. It depends how long they were dead for and how much consciousness they still have. It appears to me that they’ve all come here to figure out what exactly could’ve happened to them since the ones who seemed to figure it out hadn’t been seen around here for a while.” With that explanation, I looked down into one of the isles, catching a glimpse of a shadow hiding from my sight. “They’re shy” the man said “They had a lot of going on for them over the years. Many people yelling at them and disturbing their peace - they’ve grown wary of the living.”

I’m unsure what I had in my mind at the time, but something told me to stay. Stay and at least see what happens. And so I did.

From that day on I visited the library as often as I could, walking through the isles, looking for the spirits and slowly getting more used to the always present sense of being watched. After my classes, I only would go there, apart from weekends, as they were reserved for social activities with my friends. The owner was very touched by the fact that I wanted to learn more and possibly help the spirits find themselves among the pages of old books they so often stared at, he hadn’t seen many people my age be so eager to do that. And I myself was very happy to have a nice place to spend my free time in, although it wasn’t my home per say, it gave me a sense of belonging I haven’t felt in a while. I grew more and more familiar with the dark shadows, silhouettes appearing in the corner of my eyes and I could even differentiate between whispers of certain souls. I was getting adapted to being there and they were starting to get adapted to me as well.

One day, as I was heading once more towards the alchemy section of the library, I noticed a dark shadow standing alone in one of the isles. It didn’t disappear when I looked at it, so I got curious and slowly wandered towards it. Before I knew I was standing right beside it and trying to determine what they were looking at. Not being sure, I asked “Which one would you like to read?”. With slight hesitation, the shadow stretched one of its arms and pointed at a book named “Secrets of orchids” written by Leyroy Farfender. I took the book into my hand and looked at the cover. A horror novel, depicting gruesome body-horror of orchids growing out of skulls of liars, causing the person terrible pain, but pulling them out would mean instant death to them, as they would pull out their brain. “You wrote this?” I asked the shadow. A hushed, but saddened voice responded: “I never got to finish it...”. In that moment, before me was standing a see through silhouette of a man in max his late forties, with the roots of his hair being grey, while the rest was still in a beautiful, dark brown shade. His clothes were from at least fifty years ago, seemed like they were what he was buried in.

“I was in the middle of writing it, but an illness overcame me and forced me to succumb to death... They published it even when it wasn’t complete... I never got to write the ending... The ending...” he repeated the last part a few more times before I was able to compose myself enough to find a proper response.

“What did you want to write as an ending?” I asked while clutching his book to my chest. He looked at me meaningfully for a moment, but before long he lowered his head once again.

“There’s no point in doing so now... The novel was already published... What would it change?...” with that, he turned around and disappeared into thin air.

A new sense of sadness and excitement filled me on the inside from that encounter. I returned to my studies with sympathy for the poor man, who had big plans for his book, but wasn’t able to fulfill them in his lifetime. But even with the sadness that event brought me, it gave me a sense of accomplishment. After all, it was the first time I had a full out conversation with a spirit and got something from it. I wanted to learn more about the man, so before checking out I rented “Secrets of orchids” and decided to engulf myself in the lecture of it.

I didn’t realise just how grossly creative Mr. Farfender had been when writing it, as much as the first few chapters gave me the sense of uneasiness, the rest of the book caused me nausea from just the mention of that horrid flower. And as Mr. Farfender told me, the book ended on a cliffhanger that would never be explained to anyone anymore. The last few pages were filled with reviews of the book in the place of an ending. Many of them showed disappointment with the fact that they will never know what happened to the poor fool with flowers sticking out of his head, a lot of them criticised people for even letting this book out when it was unfinished. That must’ve been the cause for his poor state when I asked him about it. I wanted to make things right.

I returned to the isle I first talked with him with and called out to him. He didn’t respond at first, but after few more tries, he suddenly appeared in front of me. “What is it that you want, young lass?” he asked in the same solemn tone I last heard of him. I explained to him that I’ve read his book and was simply dying to know what happened to the main character. He looked at me with suspicion in his eyes, after which he asked me a bunch of questions about the book. I answered all of them flawlessly, all while watching as his eyes begin to beam with more and more happiness than I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, you’ve read it!... You’ve read it all!...” he exclaimed as he grinned widely at me, his loud voice could be heard throughout the whole library “And you’ve liked it!... Or so it seems, you truly liked it!...”

He clasped his hands together, his joyous expression lighting up the whole room. In both metaphorical and literal ways too, as his see-through being, before appearing dark-grey and shady, now beamed in a delicate but bright pastel baby blue, making him a somewhat of a light source in my closest vicinity. Seeing him be this ecstatic made me feel a pleasant warmth inside my heart.

“Would you be so kind to tell me, what happened to the poor boy with orchids, sir?” I asked him the moment I got the chance to. He hesitated and looked at me warily, but soon after a warm smile appeared on his face.

“You really want to hear it, lass... I suppose... I won’t leave you in the dark, no more...” he said very softly, almost as if he was whispering, after which he walked pass me, towards where I came to search for him from. Without a word I knew he wanted me to follow him, and so I did.

We made our way to the table I usually sat at, he visibly knew where I hang out most already, if he hadn’t learned it himself other must have told him. We sat down next to each other and his tale began. As if he had repeated everything in his head for the last fifty or so years, he lead me through the last chapters of his book flawlessly. His voiced was perfectly suited for narration, it allowed me to easy daze off and see everything happening as he said in my mind, to the exact detail. I don’t know at what point I closed my eyes but the next moment I opened them, I could see a bunch of new faces around us, some young some old but all were fixated on us - him to be precise. Before I knew it I could count more than thirty new spirits joining us in this tale-telling thing, they all crowded to look at us, some inspected me curiously while others grasped their chests listening to the solemn tale of the poor fool, deciding his own fate once and for all. The book had a saddening ending, with the main character plucking the orchids out of his skull on the front door of his lover’s cabin. All we know what happened later was a yelp for help before everything cut to darkness and silence. He died.

Once Mr Farfender was done telling the story, a broad applause filled the space. Only then has he realised what kind of public has his storytelling brought him. I was clapping my hands with teary eyes myself. The man stood up from his seat and with genuine smile he bowed to his listeners, thanking them for allowing him to bring his story to a closing after so many years. Before I knew it, he turned towards me and locked his sight with mine and in that moment I felt a disconnection from my body and saw myself being in a different room, with Mr. Farfender still looking at me with the same meaningful gaze. We were now in what it seemed to be a study, it was dimly lit, with main light source being the large fireplace to the right of me. Suddenly, I felt myself beginning to drift upwards, being able to view the room from above now. Mr. Farfender didn’t follow me as I flew up, he had his gaze fixed on someone who was occupying my previous position. It was a young child, no older than ten, sitting in front of him, staring at him with sparkly eyes.

“Papa, can you tell me one more story before bed? Pretty please!” the little girl pleaded to the man sitting in front of her “One more!”

The man let out a soft chuckle.

“Mm, since you’re asking so nicely, we should be able to fit one more story before it’s time for you to head to bed”.The little girl jumped in excitement, all of her body was smiling towards the man as she sat comfortably in her chair and prepared herself to listen to his tales.

Wherever we, well now only I, was it most definitely wasn’t a reality, at very least not the one I knew about. Everything looked very real, Mr. Farfender wasn’t a ghost and so wasn’t the little girl, but the atmosphere and the way I could see them felt almost dream-like. As if I was watching him relive a very dear memory, one he just now rediscovered.

He began telling his story, it was very child friendly, unlike what he wrote for the public. He told her a story of a group of kittens getting lost in an unfamiliar area, unsure how to get back where they came from nor who to trust to be able to find home. “We have to stick together!” one kitten said, “Should we go and try to find mom?” other asked as he looked around, “Let’s stay here!” next one yelped. They kept on arguing as to what to do and wouldn’t notice how much of an attention they were bringing to themselves. People watched them with great amusement, some laughed at their tomfoolery, others kept on questioning who these kittens belonged to and if they were for sale. Soon enough one person grabbed one of them, taking her away from her siblings, other people followed through. They took the ones that they liked the most, not caring about their cries as they were to never see their siblings or their mom again. Eventually, everyone left with one kitten to look after, give a new home to, but there was an issue. One was left. It was weak, could barely walk, barely blink, no one wanted it, so they left it to die on that street, all alone.The drift brought me down beside the man, perfectly so I could hear the rest of the story.

“What happened to the weak kitten, papa?” the little girl asked with a worried voice. Leyroy gave her the same warm smile he gave me back in the library.

“Well, the night came over the city, it got cold on the street, the poor little kitten was cold, all alone. It started meowing in search of some familiar voice, but it didn’t hear a thing. Defeated it laid curled up, trying to keep whatever warmth it had to itself. Suddenly, though, it felt a pull on it’s fur. It wasn’t as if a human was grabbing it, no, more of, as if another cat came over and took it in its mouth. The kitten felt that it was getting brought somewhere, God knew where. It was scared, it cried, begged the other cat to not do anything to it, but it was met with silence. Eventually the big cat stopped and put the little kitten down. It tried to see where it was but it couldn’t, and then all out of the sudden, the kitten felt warmth around its body. A warmth only his mother and siblings gave it before. In that moment, it stopped crying, it stopped being scared, instead it pulled closer to the warmth and soon enough it was dead asleep.” the man let out a little chuckle seeing the girl’s hopeful face “Do you know what happened? It’s dad heard its cries. He heard that it was alone, that it was scared, that it didn’t know where his family went, he heard it all and came running for it. Took it to a safer place, laid next to it and provided it safety and warmth it needed. He was there when it needed him the most.”

He ended the story there, but the small girl still had a few questions.

“What about the other kittens? Did he find them too?”

“Sadly, no, at least not in that moment. He would see them though, he would watch from afar as their new families took care of them and gave them lives he never could. He would meet them one day and reunite them with the little one, but that would be long into the future.”

“What happened to the cat mom? Why wasn’t she around to save them?”

Mr, Farfender’s smile faded a little, he sighed. “She was there, for the most of it. She would raise them, provide for them as much as she could, but even she could only be there so much. She had to leave one day, one way or the other, allowing them to start living on their own, start a new, maybe better life. In this case she left a little early but... I bet she tried her best to stay for them.” There was a hint of deep sadness in his voice as he said that.

“Papa and what if... What if kitten’s dad leave it early too? Will it survive on its own?” the little girl got closer to the end of the chair, curiosity and worry written all on her face.

“He won’t” the man answered with a sure tone “He will stay with his kitten until it will manage on its own, until it won’t need his warmth to survive the night, until it can hunt as no one else can, until it’ll be safe for him to let go. He will take care of it no matter how many lives will he have to spend for that. Because that’s what daddies do, and what motivates them to go on in their life. To see their little kittens be happy and safe. That’s what we do.”

“That’s good... That’s good...” the little girl yawned and clumsily got off her chair.

“You’re going to bed now?” the man asked softly. The girl only murmured a hushed “mhm” to him. “Alright then. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“G’night, papa...” she closed the door behind her. The room grew silent, Mr. Farfender watched the door with the same, fond expression as before. I watched him, not saying a word, sitting in the emptiness the girl left after herself.

“I had a bunch of children, you know...” Mr. Farfender suddenly said, he didn’t direct those words at anything, he didn’t even move from his spot, but I knew he was talking to me. “That’s my youngest, Anna. She’s the only one that stayed behind after her mother died and all of her siblings were given out to other families. She doesn’t remember it, though, she was still a baby. Just like that poor kitten, she was weak, all alone, barely alive... No one wanted her. If I hadn’t decided to take her in back then... God forbid...”

He took in a deep inhale before he turned towards me.

“She’s a darling isn’t she? She was the one who pushed me to continue my passion for writing. She would always sit beside me and beg ‘one more, papa, one more”! Sweet child, I would’ve given my life for her.” his cheerful expression he was just wearing became solemn “It’s a pity I’ve given it up a few years later... She was still very young as she watched me slowly give my life away... Maybe if I were stronger back then, didn’t pull back on the medicine... What am I saying, even back then it all was just too expensive for someone in our situation I... It was better to spend it on food and necessities for her. Sadly I couldn’t pull through...”

He once again turned his sight towards the door, his face showing pain and guilt, hoping to see his little Anna just once more. But he couldn’t.

“I tried to find her once I entered the spirit world but it was all in vain. I don’t know where she went, who she stayed with, if she was happy... I don’t even know if she’s alive now.” he closed his eyes and fell silent for a longer while, pondering about something.

I watched him in pain, everything he felt wore off on me, I don’t know whether it was due to me staying in his memory or the depressing story he has lived through. Not knowing whether the one he gave everything for was still around, but hoping with his whole being that they were, that they remembered him and missed him as much as he missed them. As much as he missed her.

“Thank you” he suddenly looked at me with that same meaningful stare “For everything you did for me. You... Reminded me of her. The excitement in your eyes when you talked about my work... Heh. It sure moved something in me. Thank you, lass.”

With his last word echoing in my ears, my vision became blur. I couldn’t for sure tell what was happening, I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, I was back in the library. Mr. Farfender was nowhere to be seen. I was standing there alone, surrounded by other ghost and the library’s owner, all looking at me bewildered. I looked around confused, trying to find where the man I just talked with went. I locked my eyes with the only other living soul there, he looked at me with gentleness radiating from his eyes. They told me everything.

“Mr. Farfender...” I muttered, still in shock.

“Seems like he has found his way to the eternal peace” the middle-aged man said as he looked upwards and then back at me “You lead him to it.”

As he finished his sentence, the spirits began rummaging among themselves, some walking towards me, trying to touch me, all wearing the same relieved smile. They asked me to help them find their peace, some welcomed me to their social circle, a bunch of them tried to hug me. And I could feel them, I could hear them, I could answer them, I could even slightly touch them. I was taken in by them and they were happy to see me, just as much as I was happy to see all them. I don’t know when tears started rolling down my cheeks but in that very moment my eyes once again met Mr. Overbloom’s. All he did was smile warmly at me, before simply saying:

“Welcome to the family, Eva.” ================================================

Author’s note: Hi, hello, this is the introductory chapter of a story I will be working on more in the future! I still have no clue what to name it but it might just come to me with time. If this story gets meet with a lot of positive reactions I’ll go ahead and start writing another chapter - if it won’t, you don’t get to chose I’ll write more either way.

Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading if so <33

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Going to school ain't the best of the things that I can aim for yet it's mandatory on my list. I always despised it and no matter how hard I tried I always failed, I never understood why. Was I not trying enough? Whatever the reason might be, the option of giving up didn't exist. My parents would kill me if I ever stopped trying and I couldn't die yet I had a long list to fulfill but first came studies. I almost lost my life the other day; thank god I noticed the truck in time. I had to be more careful from now on.

Waiting for the bus once again, just the same old day, I wish it'd come. I've been waiting twenty minutes. I barely managed to leave the bed this morning, I had the worst program for today too.. Just as I started dozing off, the bus came by, thankfully I managed to get it. I put on my headphones, ignoring my surroundings and started blasting music. The day was hard to pass, it felt as if the time had frozen and on top of that the teacher made us do a quiz. I had studied the things that were on the quiz!

Before we could leave the professor announced the results. I was eagerly waiting for mine, I knew it'd finally be a good grade! I got 5/20, how? That's such a devastating result. . The professor couldn't even let me see my mistakes. The bell finally rang and I fast-paced to the bus station, I couldn't afford something worse happening today. The bus arrived and as I was walking in someone tapped my shoulder, I turned around to look who it was but no one was there, strange. .

After arriving home I immediately started studying. After completing my homework I went to eat yesterday's leftovers 'Annoying'. Hm, who said that? I was home alone. I decided to shrug it off, nothing good could happen by stressing out about some little things. I questioned once again why I always failed even though I was such a hardworking student, I guess I'm not trying enough. . It's just unfair, why do I always fail? I could feel the tears spilling on my notes. I wiped them away, it didn't matter, crying wouldn't solve this.

As I finished doing extra exercises I cracked my knuckles. I'm glad that I'm finally done, I even gave kudos to myself for finishing faster than yesterday. Am I hungry? Positive. I ignored the fact that I had an exam soon, food was the first priority. I went to the kitchen and cooked an omelet. I sat down in the living room and watched the news to have something distract me while I ate. The television suddenly started to glitch and a reporter was talking about how it was the end of the world. I rubbed my eyes and it turned back to normal. Were my eyes fooling me? As I was trying to understand if what I just saw was real or not I remembered about the exam. There's no way it was real, my brain was playing tricks on me.

I decided to write down the event either way because it could appear useful in the future. I then started to revise for the exam, a couple of hours had passed before I was finally done. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy so I brushed my teeth before heading to bed.

Going to school was exhausting, the day barely started and I wanted to go back home already. As I headed inside I ignored the people which was relatively easy and I sat on a bench. I felt as if something was wrong though. . Was it the exam? I was ready for it.

While I was minding my own business, a classmate of mine, Evelyn greeted me "Hi Mary, how're you doing?" Someone started a small talk with me? That's so sweet. "Honestly I could be better but I guess I'm good. How's your day?" I asked her. "Ya know, the usual stuff." she responded, I in fact didn't know the usual stuff. Before I could ask her something else I noticed something strange, she started to melt. Oh god her skin was oozing to the floor, her flesh was visible! Was I the only one who could see that?! "Please help. ." She muttered while grasping my arm.

I didn't know what to do, is this a nightmare?! "How, how am I supposed to help you?" I asked, by then her face had fallen off. I began to panic, I looked around to see if anyone could help Evelyn but everyone had the same issue. It made my stomach drop. I looked at Evelyn's hand, it was now just bones and it hurt. "Please help me. ." she said before grabbing my hand, I flinched, I could feel my flesh being torn. I couldn't even push her away, it was about time and all that remained from her were just her bones. I couldn't hold my tears back. A loud sound was heard throughout the place. A warning, an alarm for this situation?

I woke up, that was one heavy sleep. What did I dream of? It seemed like a long dream, I hate forgetting them. After eating something for breakfast I went to school. There, a student from the same school started a small conversation with me. I didn't remember his name nor did I wanna seem rude for not knowing so I referred to him as Blondie. This was a good day starter! As we were discussing the lessons we hate he asked me about a wound on my arm. I looked at my arm and there was a visible injury. The strange thing is that I didn't get hit by something to cause such a wound. "I'm not sure, it's not the first time something like this happens, it frequently happens when I'm sleeping." I stated.

We continued talking until the bell rang and we parted ways. It was the exam day today and I knew everything. I was more than ready and when I received the copy of the test I started writing. I knew everything, I continued to write down the answers to the questions until I was done. The professor looked kinda surprised. Once I finished, everything that I had studied was deleted from my memory. That was very weird. . At Least I was done! I gave the professor my sheet of paper before leaving school.

I ran to the bus station and the bus was about to pass by, I was lucky! Just as the bus stopped it disappeared. Do I want to go home so badly that I am hallucinating? Some passers-by threw strange looks at me, they must think that I'm crazy. I went to sit down on a bench and then the blond boy came. "Hello again, how'd the exam go?" he asked me. I don't remember telling him that I had an exam, maybe a friend of his is in the same class with me. "It was surprisingly good, it was pretty easy. How was your day?" I asked to continue the conversation. "It was fine." He responded. "Which class are you at?" I questioned, before he could reply the bus came . I went inside and that's when the conversation ended. Could I consider him a friend? It'd be good.

After I arrived home, I ate dinner, it was quite nice. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and focused on my homework. It was simpler than usual, maybe I finally became smarter! I finished earlier than usual so I decided to reward myself. I grabbed a bag of popcorn from the cabinet and put on a good series to watch. I really loved this show. Suddenly the phone started ringing, the moment I went to pick it up the power fell out, yet the phone kept ringing. This situation felt off, it gave off creepy vibes too. I answered the phone "Hello, who is it?" I asked, no one had my phone number. . "Wake up" a robotic-like voice said that in repeat until I closed the call. This just felt like a plot for a horror movie. . I hated pranks like these, I knew it was a prank because no one had my number. Once I closed the call the power returned.

I decided to go to bed, I didn't understand how fast the time passed by. . After a while I fell asleep. I woke up, I felt as if I just blinked and the night went by… I went to brush my teeth, after that I went to put on my uniform. As I stepped inside my room I noticed myself, I was still asleep? What the hell; was I dead?! I tried to wake myself up but it wasn't working. An eerie sound could be heard so I decided to investigate. I looked outside the window and what I saw was horrifying. The world looked as if a war happened, a bizarre creature was standing out there, collecting dead bodies. . I couldn't describe how it looked but I'm certain that I've seen it before.

It was changing the world to its original state, one of the bodies that were collected was Blondie's. He died..? This felt very familiar but I just couldn't remember. Wait.. it has happened before. . the dreams that I kept forgetting.. it has truly happened, they weren't just dreams. I remember them now, that's why I had that wound on my arm, it was because of Evelyn. Why was I alive though? I'm pretty sure I died in some of them. That must be the reason why my life is so difficult! As if it sensed me the creature looked over my window, I realized how dark the sky was when I saw it staring at me. Next thing I remember is waking up, that was terrifying.

I dressed up, I had to go to school, I was possibly being watched. I had to act normal, how was I supposed to act as if I witnessed none of that stuff? One of the only people that I talked with was now dead. I arrived at school, it was a bit early so I started writing down my theories in my diary. "Good Morning Mary" Blondie said before I could open my diary. Wait, Blondie? Silence filled the air while I was trying to realize how he was alive. I was about to question him, since I saw him dead but what if people come back? What if that monster brings them back and removes their memories? "Are you okay Mary?" he questioned. "Yeah I'm fine.. my day just didn't start off well."

I didn't know if I should tell him about everything that happened. I needed someone to help me, didn't I? That's what people usually do.. If something were to happen to me someone else would know which could help spread the message. I took out a notebook of mine because it'd be better to write it down rather than tell him. I began to write everything that I knew and my theories and then I asked if he wanted to see some drawings of mine. He agreed and sat next to me. He started reading it and kept quiet. "Wow, how did you find out?" he asked "Well you could say that life inspired me to find this." I stated. When I told him that I'd spread the message to the world he smiled, the smile was almost angelic . .

The bell rang, Blond boy went inside the school and I was stuck in a dilemma. I wasn't sure if I should leave school but staring at it made me feel like staying was the wrong option so I began to run to the bus station. I heard a horn, I looked to my left and I noticed a truck, god I could have died if I didn't run faster. I was alive and I needed to warn the people. The only way that I could think of was social media. I managed to get on the bus and after I got out I immediately ran to my home. I opened my laptop and I began to write a warning about what lurks within this world. Once I hit send the message got deleted, I tried more websites, other social media but nothing worked. Of course it wouldn't, if it were that easy then someone else would have done it! I took my diary out of my bag and then I heard the doorbell ring. I locked the door, I couldn't afford anyone to come inside.

I opened my diary and there I found warnings addressed to me. Written in the diary was a note about how I shouldn't trust the blondie, he was the one behind all of this, he was the mastermind. I now realized why he kept talking to me, he didn't want me to see these notes. Blondie barged in the house, I was dumbfounded. "You finally read it, you made me wonder how long it'd take you" he said. I tried to shut the door but he held it open. "I, I can stop you!" I stated, I was filled with fear, I had no idea what to do. He didn't respond, he was just smiling, that uncanny smile was so petrifying. "You aren't a chosen one, you're not meant to save the world. You are just a student, how can you save the world? The fun is over, you stepped right into the trap like a foolish little mouse." he said with a grin. I tried to attack him with my diary but he just caught it and he burnt it to crisp, nothing was left, just ash. . "Think of this world as your personalized hell. You cannot escape this place nor save it." I was awestruck, he looked like the devil with that smile. He wasn't the angel he looked like nor a student from my school. He was a demon and behind that angelic face of his hid the devil himself. .

I woke up once again, I felt very tired though. . It was dark outside, what time is it? I grabbed my phone, it was 3am, I could get more sleep! I laid back on my comfy bed and slept once again before starting the day. The day went on pretty well yet I felt that I was missing something.

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