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#i keep doing bad on my quizzes because i don’t have the book but i don’t want to get it somewhere else because i already paid $85 for it
themetaphorgirl · 10 months
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I'm having a very difficult day and I cannot tell you how much it helped to have a new chapter of psolc show up in my inbox. thank you, thank you, thank you, and happy third anniversary 💗 prompt-wise, I would looove to read some spencer angst if you're up for it!
I am SO happy it can make YOU happy!! I hope your day gets better, and hopefully this helps cheer you up!!
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If they thought midterms were bad, finals were even worse.
Everyone was subsisting on junk food and caffeine. No one was sleeping. Penelope had given up on wearing eye makeup for the week because she kept crying on her study guides. Hotch had an ear infection again, which made him cranky and irritable. If they weren’t in class, they were studying in the library, at the Honeybean, in the dining hall. It was madness.
It was bad enough for the teenagers, but it was even worse for Spencer.
Sometimes they forgot he was nine- well, ten, now, barely ten. He was so smart, smart enough to tutor kids who were six, seven, eight years older than him. But completing homework easily and getting high grades on normal tests and quizzes was completely different from going through finals. He was overwhelmed, to put it mildly.
Alex was trying to work at the circulation desk, but she could hear Spencer’s crying from across the vast room, and she couldn’t concentrate. He’s okay, she kept telling herself as she recommended books to frazzled students and scanned their checkouts. Just an hour left, and then we can take him to dinner and put him to bed.
Emily leaned over the desk. “Hey, I’m so sorry, but we need you over there,” she said in a low voice. 
Alex brushed her hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand. “Did Hotch send you?” she asked.
“No, but he needs backup, I can tell,” she said. “He can’t get the baby to calm down, he’s starting to freak out, and I’m starting to worry that the kid is going to cry till he pukes again.”
She set her scanner down. “Give me just a second,” she told the bleary eyed sophomore holding a stack of books on Manifest Destiny, and followed Emily back to their usual corner.
Instantly she could tell why Emily called for her. Aaron was sitting in an armchair, his shoulders hunched over as he tried to hold onto Spencer. “I know, I know,” he was saying desperately as Spencer sobbed and tried to go limp in his grip. “I know you’re tired, I know you’re stressed, I just need you to take a deep breath.”
“I’m not tired!” Spencer shrieked. “Let go of me, let go!”
Alex touched Aaron’s back lightly; he jumped in surprise and immediately sagged in relief when he saw her. “Please, help me,” he said in a panicked, strangled voice. “I don’t know what to do.”
He scooted over in the armchair and she sat down next to him. “Spencer,” she said in a soft voice. “Baby, I need you to take a deep breath.”
He was a pitiful sight, his hazel eyes bloodshot and ringed in blue bruises as tears rolled down his cheeks. “I’m not tired!” he sobbed.
“I know, I know, but do you want to sit with me?” Alex asked softly. He nodded, raising his arms to be held, and she lifted him easily onto her lap; Aaron pulled his skinny little legs over his knees as Alex leaned his head on his shoulder. She held him tight and rocked him gently. She’d learned that he did better when he was squeezed tight, like his soul was getting crushed back into his body. 
After a while he started to go limp, his sobs dying down. “I’m not tired,” he whimpered as he clung to the front of her shirt. “I h-have to s-study.”
Alex kissed the top of his head. “I know,” she said. “I do too, but I have to keep working.”
His grip tightened. “Don’t leave me!” he wailed.
“I won’t, I won’t,” she said. “You can come with me, okay? Do you want to do that?” He nodded into her neck. “Okay, darling, let’s do that.”
She looked up and caught James’s eye. “I’m on it,” he mouthed, and he started gathering up the blankets and pillows they had brought from their dorms.
“Thank you,” Aaron said. “Thanks, I- I didn’t know what to do…”
Alex patted his cheek lightly. “You should take a break too,” she said. “You’re still getting over being sick, you need a rest. I’ll take care of him now.”
“Want me to carry him?” James asked. He handed Emily the blankets and picked Spencer up easily. “Come on, buddy.”
“I wanna stay with Alex.”
“You will, baby, you’ll be with Alex.”
Emily immediately busied herself with setting up the pillows and blankets under the desk to make a little nest. “Here, squirt, you think you’ll be comfy there?” she said. Spencer nodded, rubbing his eye with his fist. “Here, climb on in.”
James set him down and Spencer crawled into the little fort, making himself comfortable. He handed him his favorite blanket. “Lie down, kiddo, I’ll tuck you in,” he said. 
“I forgot my book,” Spencer said plaintively as James drew the blanket up to his chin.
“We’ll get your book later, just take it easy for right now,” Alex said. “And I’m going to be right here, okay?”
He nodded. She leaned in to kiss his forehead, and then the three teenagers stood up and looked at each other in exhausted frustration. “How many days until finals are over?” Emily said. “Too many?”
“Three,” Alex sighed.
James slid an arm around her shoulders. “And then you and I will take him home to my parents’ house, and then we’ll have my parents to help put him back together,” he said. He kissed her temple. “And in the meantime, you’re doing a great job. He’s going to be okay.”
“I hope so,” Alex sighed.
“Um…can I check out my books now?” the sophomore asked meekly.
Alex went back to work, a little overwhelmed now that the line was ten people deep. She still didn’t really feel like she was doing a good job, but as she stood at the desk she felt Spencer reached out and rest his hand on her ankle. She tried to stay as still as possible so she wouldn’t break the tether.
When library hours were finally done she crouched down on the floor beside him. He was asleep at last, his face flushed and his lips parted as he snored a little. Alex smoothed his tangled hair away from his face and smiled at him. He would be okay. She would make sure of it.
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LMAO i forgot to post these/keep up with them but i just found the note in my phone from where i was going to post everything he did that made me smile each month from february 💔
honestly it’s kinda good that i gave up because he makes me smile so often the lists would be so long they would probably break tumblr, anyways, here’s everything he did that made me smile for like the first two weeks of feb ahaha
1. he made little animations for the verbs we were learning
2. i emailed him to tell him i was sick and wouldn’t be in class and he said he hoped i felt better soon 😋
3. he talked about his favorite albums of all time
4. i was talking about how i thought i might have asthma and later that same class he made a lil joke about it
5. he had to reach across my desk to show a student something and his chest/bicep was close to my face 😵‍💫
6. i was telling him about a bad day i was having and he said “all things will get better in due time”
7. i was went to his office because i didn’t understand our chapter and he went over it with me for two hours to help 🥹
8. i told him i checked a book out of the library he recommended to me about the current state of Russia/Russian politics and he said if i had any questions about any cultural stuff or etc. i didn’t understand to come to his office or stay after class and ask 🤭
9. when i after he gave me my writing assignment back with corrections, i redid it with the corrections (he doesn’t offer to better our grade from questions on our homework, just our quizzes, but i just wanted to to help me learn/understand) and i asked if he’d look at it to make sure i’d applied them correctly and he got super excited that i took the time to and to check it
10. continuing off 9, when i asked if i could keep doing that and have him check them and he said he’d love to
11. when i had to explain what a bullet journal was 💀
12. it was really windy and i was wearing a skirt and so i was complaining to him about how i was scared it was gonna blow up because the wind kept catching it, and i made the joke “i mean seriously, people should be paying me for this” and he laughed 🫣🫣🫣
13. we were going over something and i was trying to figure it out so i looked really confused and frustrated, and he called on me by saying “L, you seem really enthusiastic about this one, why don’t you give it a shot.” 😐 thanks, R (/lh)
14. the grey sweater he wears that fits him so so good
15. when he made sure to keep asking me if i felt any better everyday when he knew i was going through some hard personal things :’)
16. he jogged in place to symbolize “move on foot”
17. he made a jeopardy game for our exam review
18. literally just that whole class period (^17) i was laughing and smiling because he kept joking and being funny
19. he got a new jacket 🥹
20. when i found out we have the same favorite spider !!! (jumping spider >:) )
21. he told me about his tattoo on his hand and told me it was a stick and poke he gave himself when he was in high school 💀
22. he told me his middle name !
23. i told him “happy valentine’s day” and he smiled and said “happy valentine’s day, L”
24. ^ i asked if he had any big valentine’s day plans (jokingly) and he chuckled and said “oh yeah, i’m going home to my books, reading them, and then going to sleep.”
25. i mentioned i was trying to get a day where we (my russian class) could all go eat together (there’s only 7 of us, so 8 counting the professor) and he said that was really nice :’)
26. when he agreed to come with us !! ^
27. he told me his favorite colors are blue and green :)
28. i’ve been trying to schedule a day the whole class can go out to eat together, and i asked what he was doing one day and he made a joke and said “oh i don’t know, i’ll have to double check my schedule with all of the social events i’m constantly getting invited to.” like… okay, R 💀💀 he’s so WEIRD i love him
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roarsaidthedinosaur · 10 months
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tagged by the wonderful @sarah-crewe!!
1. are you named after anyone? nope. my parents just liked the name :-)
2. when was the last time you cried? as prone as i am to being blue i don’t really cry all that often. mostly at touching books, movies, or tv. so i think the last time was last month when my sister had to put her puppy to sleep because he had a really rare, aggressive cancer. she just loved on him so much and made his exceptionally short time on earth full of comfort and happiness.
3. do you have kids? thankfully no i would be a terrible parent lol i am not even a good pet parent. i have no maternal instinct and i am way too protective of my alone time. i will someday be a very good auntie bc i think kids are so smart and great and fun to be around, but i like that i can give them back to their parents when i need a break and and i like that i’m not the one responsible for making sure they don’t turn out to be jerks
4. do you use sarcasm a lot? when i’m feeling spicy yah
5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? i tend to lipread since subtitles aren’t an option IRL, so the first thing is usually someone’s smile! like. noticing what people think is funny or how they look when they’re laughing. what shape their smile is, is it  : ] or  : ) or  : D or : > or : } or : | or  : B or : [] or : Ì (that one is a dimple)
6. what’s your eye color? brownish greenish ish ish
7. scary movies or happy endings? scary movies with happy/hopeful endings!
8. any special talents? i can make a water droplet noise with my mouth a la cameron from ferris bueller’s day off https://youtu.be/-HCW8PrmrCo?t=54
9. where were you born? dirty jersey baybeeeeee born n raised
10. what are your hobbies? sewing (mostly making my own patterns for little crappy toys for my friends), owning books, taking personality tests and quizzes and analyzing myself based on my results, making little paper crafts, doodlin, playing pathfinder, and lately cooking
11. have you any pets? i am stepmother to my gf’s two cats Honey & Cooper, or as I call them Big Lady & The Boy
12. what sport do you play/have played? i have tried every sport under the sun as a child, but was nerfed by the universe with pretty bad asthma so nothing ever stuck. i was a great kicker in soccer, but couldn’t keep up with the running. i loved horseback riding but got pneumonia and developed an allergy to them. i loved softball, but again with the running. tennis, martial arts, ballet... you name it, i tried it. except for hockey, that was never popular enough where i grew up to have a girls league team but i always loved watching
13. how tall are you? 5'3/4″ but my license says 5′1″ and i’m stickin’ to it pal
14. favorite subject in school? you all thought i was gonna say physics or math but it was actually english!! i loved all of the assigned reading in hs, and the not assigned reading that my teacher recommended to me outside of class, and spent most of my time with my nose in a book from age 4 (when i learned to read) until 22 when i got a grown up job. i’ve been reading stephen king since i was like, 12 lol.  in college i had a really engaging professor who fostered my love of writing. also tied for a very close second are physics and math lol gottem
15. dream job? this is a hard question because i was very fortunate and got my “dream job” out of college but realized quickly that i was not built for the environment that type of work requires or the people it attracts. my job now is technically the same function but at a very different company that is a much better fit for my personality and my values. so i have two new dream jobs (which honestly were always kind of there as pipe dreams). i would love to teach high school physics or be a writer. i am surrounded by a lot of creative people who encourage me to write which is lovely but i know i am not cut out for the instability of the entertainment industry lol nor do i think i’m talented or hardworking enough to make it there. one day i would like to make an indie horror film tho. also i second @sarah-crewe​‘s desire for a four day work week
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I’m a middle school librarian in a small town in midwestern, USA. I ordered about 50 books since I started in September. We use an online quizzing system for reading check quizzes so I bought mostly books from that including Heartstopper by Alice Oseman. I hadn’t personally read it yet because while I was putting it in the system and preparing it for the shelf many students had come and asked to be put on the waitlist. I figured I’d get to read it eventually or get a second copy soon based on its popularity.
The next day the principal came in with it and and armful of the subsequent books in the series that were not from the library (meaning they must be students personal books). And he said very politely that we couldn’t have that book in the library because of the language and sexual content. I was very busy at the moment and simply said “okay” and he left with the library’s copy. I wish I had thought to ask for it back to read for myself to see what he means because I’m genuinely confused what’s inappropriate for the library when we have much worse books on the shelves.
After the fact (and after I was finished with what I was working on) I looked up to make sure and the rating for the book and even the rating on the tv adaptation seemed perfectly appropriate for middle school. Considering we have other popular books with similar and heavier topics (and worse language I’m sure). We have 13 Reasons Why and Girl in Pieces and so many others that I know of that talk of “sexual content” and have “bad language” I’m just super confused why he felt this book is suddenly worth pulling from the shelves but didn’t even ask me if there was anything similar on the shelves.
Personally, I don’t like censorship. I recognize that not all the kids in the middle school are mature enough to handle some content in some of the books on the shelves and I try to redirect those kids as I feel is needed. (Kids who are reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Dog Man probably aren’t ready for 13 Reasons Why or What my Mother Doesn’t Know). However I don’t remove those books from the shelves. We have some books that previous librarians have labeled as “7th grade and up” or “8th grade only” which I follow as a loose guideline not a strict rule because the books labeled as such I read and as I get to know the students I get a good vibe of what they’re mature enough for.
I’m just upset that this book (and subsequent books) are getting pulled before they even circulate the school because they have content that is mildly mature and very hot topics honestly. Like I get it’s an LGBTQ+ book and that it’s getting a lot of backlash for that but we have plenty of other LGBTQ+ books too. But no graphic novels which are super popular in our school. (We have a very low literacy score as a school district and I’ve found that if I get them hooked on a series of graphic novels they get more reading in and then work their way up to chapter books. Some students are even raising their grades after getting hooked on some graphic novels).
There was a waitlist of around ten students for that first book and he confiscated it off of the first girl who checked it out. I was disappointed but after doing research about the book rating I’m confused why it was taken. Honestly, I’m at a loss what to do. Do I just accept defeat for that one book and keep quiet about the others that are worse? Do I fight back citing the many great books we have that are as bad or worse? Do I fight back while keeping quiet about the other books?
It’s also important to note that I just started in September and I’m technically only acting librarian because we don’t have one and I’m only a paraprofessional. I love most of my job (except when I get pulled all over out of the library because we’re short staffed like most schools because of unfair work environments), but I’m just confused what to do about this. I don’t know what would be best for the students.
Also I haven’t read heartstopper yet. It’s not my cup of tea so I didn’t want to buy it personally (also I work in a school I don’t have a lot of money to spend on much of anything 😥). I would’ve read the copy at the library eventually as I try to read the most popular books when I can to know exactly what the kids are into but I didn’t get the chance on this. If I fight for the book in the library maybe I could find a way to buy it. I’m just lost. Looking for book lover help. Please. Thanks.
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gothmikasagf · 2 years
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Hello, if it’s alright, may I request a stranger things matchup? 
Gender and sexuality: cis female and heterosexual
MBTI and zodiac: INTP 5w6 and Scorpio sun
Appearance: My height is 5’0 and I’m fair skinned. I have short black  hair and the style of it is similar to a bob hair cut. I have dark brown eyes, really dark eye bags and I wear glasses. I have a lot of scars on my legs due to mosquito bites and itchiness. I wear headbands a lot and I mostly wear baggy or loose clothes (maybe even dresses if I’m in the mood.)
Personality: I’m very awkward and aloof when meeting new people and people I’m generally not close with. People have described me as intimidating and too formal because of it. The resting bitch face doesn’t help either.
I’m responsible, independent, ambitious and curious. I like learning about new things I find interesting and have a lot of goals for myself. I’m usually the leader in a group project and try my best to do things efficiently. However, I’m a perfectionist, a workaholic and a bit prideful. I’m afraid of failure and I’m hard on myself as well. I have high expectations for myself and sometimes that can transfer to other people and lead me to being hard on them. I do it out of good intention but I know it hurts people so I’m trying to tone it down. I also overwork and have a terrible sleeping schedule. 
There are also times where I get lazy and when I catch myself being lazy, I’m very hard on myself and I worry a lot especially about the future. I have a habit of suppressing my emotions, I usually don’t understand them and don’t know how to deal with them since I feel very strongly so I suppress them since that’s the only way I know and I don’t want to act irrationally because of it.
When I get close to someone, I’m very playful and cunning. I will remember things about a person so I can tease them about it later but I also remember things about them so I know what they like and how they want to be comforted etc. 
As sweet as that sounds, I never admit that to them. I was also told I have a very contagious laugh as well. I like having deep conversations with people I’m close to and getting to know them more. I would like to know their views on controversial and everyday topics and just them as a person in general. I don’t expect them to have the same views as me but just knowing their opinion makes me feel closer to them.
I have a dreamer side too, at the same time I keep it to myself because I’m afraid of showing it to people in fear of it being too childish. People keep telling me that I’m a smart person however, I don’t really agree. It’s usually because I work hard to get where I am, I’m not that smart as people say. I also have insecurities yet don’t like admitting it and cover it up with a self-assured and confident attitude.
Likes: anime, cafes, sweets, psychology, neuroscience, video games, books, coffee, quiet places, stationery, fluffy things, travel, milk tea, civil discussions, debates, mysteries, drawing, singing (I don’t like admitting that though), k-dramas, journalling, researching, playful banter or teasing and cats.
Dislikes: crowds, insects, being useless, beliefs I find to be unnecessary, the sun, weird trends, wearing revealing clothes (other people wearing it is fine though, it’s just not for me), household chores, dogs (I was unlucky to have a bad experience with them) and rules that I find to be too restricted or inefficient.
My love languages are acts of service and quality time. (It can be physical affection as well but that would take a great amount of trust.) I don’t have a type as far as I know but I just want a person that accepts me and is loyal.
I hope this was okay, and I apologize if this was too much information. Take your time with this and have a good day!
I match you with...
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Steve Harrington!
I feel like you and Steve balance each other.
He always makes sure you don’t overwork yourself, he quizzes you ang gives you a little kiss whenever you get something right but helps you with taking breaks and take care of yourself.
You might fight from time to time since he doesn’t really know what he wants to do in his future but it’s normal for couples to fight and you make up almost immediately.
He took some time to really understand his emotions too so he’s very patient with you and knows that you love him even if you don’t always say it out loud.
You spend a lot of time just talking with each other and enjoying time together.
I hope you enjoyed it!
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minebentobox · 2 months
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no one’s talking about being an expert, posing, or quizzing ppl. these points always come up when ppl defend themselves
it’s about about doing the bare minimum. fanfic and fan art are like any other form of writing and art, open to critique, and the valid critique is that maybe study dali if ur gonna paint a surrealist painting? maybe read the communist manifesto before you write on the history of marxism?
this isn’t a dig at u all, or a quiz or an attack on character, it’s just a diff perspective.
But it IS about quizzing and criticizing how others experience and interact with media. That’s the POINT - the same cultural phenomenon that made the boys say “oh you listen to x band? Name five songs” - is the same mentality that creates the “im mad the fan made media is not to my liking”.
Surrealism can be created in a vaccume without you seeing surrealist artist so THAT is a super bad example. It’s not someone trying to copy Dali to create something that feels in that world. I don’t think anyone would really put Junji Ito and Dali in same genre in an art history text book BUT Ito’s art is surrealism as well. You don’t need to have seen either to be interested in creating art that has an element of revulsion to it. I have seen kids create surrealism with their soul intent being to gross others out. “Look I drew the teacher but her head is a butt” Art never needs to be fine art or high brow to still be art. It’s self expression.
If you are researching Marxism you probably WILL have read the communist manifesto- just because. But that is not the entirety of Marxism or communism and your essay may focus on something completely different because that is more relevant to your thesis. Does not mean just because you ignored it that your essay or thesis statement was without a point.
And that is the point - it’s FINE to like more canon fan media. It’s also fine to make what you enjoy. Most fandom artist and writers ARE familiar with the original works they just like the fandom created AU more. If they want canon they can open that comic, it’s easy to get. But if you want to see omega Superman mpreg you gotta make that yourself (I kid but you know what I mean) . And it makes an easy non serious entry point for newbies and new fans are born.
A lot of gait kept fandoms DONT create that space and figuratively stick up their nose at newbies. So they cling closer to the more friendly community that is off their rockers - but at least they KNOW they are and are having fun with it. The more canon fans want you to somehow “earn your place” The gait keeping Elitism is what BREEDS the lack of more canon media. And the cycle continues and gets worse.
Basically - create what you want to see. Ignore what you don’t. And expect the same of others.
Don’t expect or demand others to create what YOU want unless you plan on paying artist to create what you want to see. And like that’s always a great idea anyway. If you WANT canon accurate content you have to create it yourself or pay others to not demand other people give up what they enjoy making just because it’s not what you want to consume.
There is not a bare minimum- you can go as far down and dig deeper and that does not take away from it being art. Criticism is one thing, but that’s not what “this is not canon” is. OBVIOUSLY it’s not canon… obviously they took liberties. That’s not a critique. That’s just an observation.
Fan media content is leisure activity- it’s rarely for profit. It does not NEED to be canon accurate at all. It is exactly as the creators intended warts and all.
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ppangjae · 3 years
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SUMMARY. You’d be considered lucky to have computer science genius Jeong Jaehyun as your TA, but not for academic reasons.
GENRE. college!au | fluff
pairing. comp sci TA!jaehyun x fem!reader
word count. 2.7k+ words
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“Because I like you, Y/N. I thought I made myself pretty clear about my intentions.”
Intentions. What intentions? You don’t know much about him. He doesn’t know much about you either. There’s something about him that makes you feel unsure, uneasy. It may be due to the walls you’ve always built up and never allowed anyone to tear down. It may be due to the fact that you’ve always had your life set up in a certain direction, not allowing any sort of distraction from putting you off course. You’re not sure whether he has good or bad intentions. 
“Y/N! Wait up!”
The sound of his voice makes your heart flutter. You hate that. The sound of his voice makes you speed up out of instinct. When he finally catches up to you, he’s out of breath. You don’t spare him a glance.
“Are you on your way to your next lecture?”
You shake your head. “I’m going to the library—”
Jaehyun smiles. “Let me walk you there—”
“You don’t need to—”
“I can carry your books—”
“Don’t you think people will find it weird seeing the two of us together? Walking to a library together? You carrying my books?”
He falls silent. For a brief moment, you start to feel bad. But before you fall deeper into guilt, you start walking away from him. He doesn’t call out to you. You don’t hear him following you. You let out a sigh you’ve been holding in.
“It’s because of the TA, right?”
You halt to a stop. You hate to admit it but it’s true. Sure, maybe the way Jaehyun stood so close to you or the way his fingers lightly brushed against yours made you feel some sort of inexplainable way. But you hate hoping and building yourself up, only to have something so small tear it all down. 
You huff out. With your back still facing him, you shake your head. “No. It’s not because of the TA—”
“It’s what everyone says about me, right? That you’d be considered lucky if I was your TA, for non-academic reasons—”
“No. It’s not because of what everyone says about you—” You run a hand through your hair. You turn around. “Do you even know who I am?”
“Y/N—”
“My favourite colour?” He looks at you desperately. “My favourite movie? Do you even know when my birthday is? Whether I drink coffee or not? You know nothing about me. All you know is that I’m Y/N, a student in your tutorial—”
“Then let me get to know you more—”
“And that’s when it will all be a bad idea.” You shut him down. “Things like this don’t work out.”
“Whether it’s a bad idea or not, I will still try.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “I really like you, Y/N. I’m not what everyone makes me seem to be. I genuinely want to get to know you more—”
You’re going to regret this.
But the butterflies that fill up your stomach tell you that it’s a risk worth taking.
“Then try harder.”
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“Good afternoon, Y/N—”
It’s exam season and you find yourself at your usual spot in the far corner of the library. The library is filled with undergraduates struggling to keep up with their readings, librarians who can’t help but sympathize for them, and more undergraduates struggling to keep their eyes open and their minds running. You, on the other hand, are completely startled by—
“I’m studying.”
“I know.” Jaehyun smiles innocently and you frown. 
“You’re—”
“Me? Distracting you?”
You scoff. “Don’t you have better things to do? Like mark our quizzes, which by the way, you haven’t posted our grades for yet—”
“I’m not going to be here for long, if that’s what you’re wondering.” He cuts you off. “I just wanted to drop this off. For you.”
He slides a cup of coffee across the table towards you. You fall silent, eyes focused on the cup of caffeine. You truly needed something to keep you up. If you were to be quite honest, if it weren’t for Jaehyun bombarding you at this very moment, you would have already fallen asleep. You don’t have time to sleep. 
“Looked like you needed it.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“I—”
“I’ll see you around. Actually—I don’t think I’ll be able to see you around until the exam. Until then, get some rest and study hard. I know you’ll do well.” 
He doesn’t give you a chance to utter a single word. He’s slowly getting up from his seat and throwing his backpack over his shoulder. You sit there, completely speechless. It is when he’s a couple of metres and a few footsteps away when you finally come back to your senses. Looking over your shoulder, you spot him just about to reach the door when—
“Jaehyun!” 
Everyone’s attention is diverted towards you. Your eyes widen. The librarians give you scolding looks and hushes. You give them an apologetic look before meeting Jaehyun’s eyes.
He’s just as surprised as you. Eyebrows raised. 
You feel your cheeks warm up. “T-Thank you for the coffee.”
His surprised expression slowly softens and he smiles, nodding his head. It’s a look you want imprinted and tattooed into your mind. 
“No problem. Good luck on your exams!”
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It’s the day of your first exam. 
You feel a bit more anxious than usual. You’re running on three hours of sleep and many thoughts swirling in your head. Equations, theories, constants, they’re all flooding your head. At this point, you feel like a walking calculator in human form. You and Mark have been quite busy, not even sparing an hour or two just to check up on each other. That’s how you both were, when it came down to business, you didn’t bother each other until after things were settled.
Mark puts on his shoes and grabs his keys from the hook, giving you one last look. “Good luck on your first exam, Y/N.”
You smile. “Thanks. Good luck to you too!”
“I’ll see if I can grab some takeout for dinner tonight—Oh?” 
You quirk an eyebrow. Mark reaches down and grabs a bag filled with takeout breakfast. He closes the door and looks at the note on the bag. He looks up at you and calls you over. “It’s for you.”
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I didn’t order any breakfast, though?”
The closer you get to Mark, the more you realize that it’s not takeout breakfast. It’s a paper bag with a post-it note. You take the bag from Mark and you bid each other farewell for the day. Trudging towards the kitchen countertop, you open the bag. Sure enough, it’s not takeout. The paper bag is filled with Tupperware containers filled with freshly made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Paired with the breakfast is a travel mug that’s still warm to the touch. You peel the post-it note off of the bag and read the messy handwriting.
good morning, Y/N! hopefully your exams go well. i figured you’ve been swamped with studying that you haven’t had much time to eat. enjoy the small breakfast i made. i’m not sure what your favourite is but i figured i’d just give it a try. - jaehyun
You know the feelings that are beginning to develop in your heart.
But you also know how doomed you are.
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“Fifteen minutes left of the exam!”
Too bad you’re already finished. You’ve been skimming through your exam a couple of times just to make sure you haven’t missed anything or made minor errors. Thankfully enough, Jaehyun isn’t the TA in charge of the exam room you’re in. It allows you to focus more on your exam. You admit it, he truly is a distraction. 
The more you think about Jaehyun, the more you regret snapping at him. There’s nothing wrong about the idea of dating Jaehyun. It’s just your insecurities and your built-up walls. It’s your fear of having someone be so in love with you only to eventually leave you in the cold. But when you remember how Jaehyun went out of his way to do all of these nice things for you, it’s making you have a change of heart. 
Those feelings you have for him are true. Those feelings you’ve been denying are true. You’re just too stubborn. Hard-headed. But Jaehyun is aware of that. Others would immediately give up and move onto the next girl, but Jaehyun... he’s different. 
You’re stubborn but he’s persistent. You’re hard-headed but he never gives up.
It’s beginning to bother you.
After five minutes of skimming through your exam for the fifth time, you decide to hand it in or else you’ll start changing your answers unnecessarily. Gathering your things, you walk out of the exam room. After making a quick trip to the washroom, you step out to see a familiar woman standing outside an exam room on the same floor. You slow down, coming to a stop when you see Jaehyun step out of the exam room. 
Hiding behind one of the walls, you watch them. He’s handing her a stack of papers. It’s not that big of a deal to you until you see the woman, or should you say the TA who was flirting with him, reach up to fix a few strands of his hair. Out of instinct, Jaehyun grabs her hands. She giggles, pulling her hands away from his grasp to nudge him playfully. When she doesn’t get a reaction from him, she leans up to peck a quick kiss on his cheek. You look away.
Turning around to lean your back against the wall, you let out a sigh.
You’re jealous. 
But at the same time, you deserve it.
After pushing Jaehyun away for so many times, you deserve it.
Maybe Mark was wrong.
You don’t suit each other that well.
One’s one step forward and the other is stuck in the same place, three footsteps behind.
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It’s December 10th and you stand in the midst of the first snowfall of the season. It’s been almost a month since you last spoke to Jaehyun. After your exams, you figured that whatever you and Jaehyun had had also ended. He never reached out to you either. 
It took you a couple of weeks to let it sink in; that you deserved it.
He had his intentions all laid out in front of you and you had shut him down every single time. 
Letting your hand reach out to the falling snowflakes, you watch a few of them land on it. You’re too focused on how the snowflakes immediately melt away because of your warmth to even notice someone standing next to you.
“I find it odd how we find ourselves next to each other again in this setting.”
Startled, you see Jaehyun standing right next to you. He’s not looking at you. He’s looking up at the sky, a hand extended out just like yours to catch some snowflakes. 
You’re not sure how to talk to him. You stay silent.
“Great job on your exams, by the way. It wasn’t that hard to mark.” He says softly. You’re not quite sure if you’re used to seeing a shy, hesitant Jaehyun.
“Thanks.” You mumble. It’s just above a whisper.
“How have you been?” He asks.
You courageously look up at him. He looks beautiful. You truly realize what you could’ve had when you finally lose it. “I’ve been well. You?”
“Busy.” He replies. “But seeing you makes me feel better.”
“Oh, I know this is long overdue but thank you for those pancakes you made—”
“If you’re going to reject me, give me a few days.” He clears his throat. “Two to five business days, to be exact.”
“Huh?”
“I know where this is going,” he chuckles nervously. “I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it, though. Give me a few days to prepare myself.”
“But I’m just going to say thank you? I’m not going to—”
“You’re right. I don’t know much about you. I don’t know your favourite colour, your favourite movie, whether you drink coffee or not.” He begins to ramble. “I knew exactly what I was getting into. But I still tried. I did everything I could and then I just stopped.”
Jaehyun left you hanging for almost a month.
“I stopped and then I just distanced myself away from you because I felt like I was forcing myself into your life. You never said anything and I took it as a sign to stop—”
“Oh.” It’s all you can blurt out. 
He finally looks at you. “But when you called out my name so loudly in a library, it made me feel like I did something special.”
“My favourite colour is blue.” You say softly.
“Huh?”
“I love The Princess Diaries.” You add.
“Y/N, you’re being a bit confusing—”
“I know and I’m sorry.” You mumble. “I admit it. I’ve been confusing. I never said much to you and all I’ve down was just push you away. Funny enough, I regret pushing you away. Seeing you again like this makes me conclude that I truly deserved it.”
“What are you even talking about?” He chuckles.
“I liked you—no, I still like you. I was just stupid.” You confess. “It was the wrong time. You were my TA, I was your student. All of my classmates knew there was something going on between the two of us, there were those rumours about you, and that TA looked like she liked you a lot. It all piled up and made me push you away no matter how much I liked you.”
“So, you liked me?”
“I still like you.” 
“Well that’s weird because,” he scratches the back of his neck. “Because I still like you too. I was just a bit hesitant to reach out to you again because I thought you didn’t like me and found me a bit weird and—”
“Well then, what are we doing?”
“We’re watching the first snowfall and catching snowflakes?”
“No, I mean—” You clamp your mouth shut. “I mean—nevermind.”
“I had this all planned out in my head and I didn’t think my plan would go off course.” He confesses. “I would bump into you, tell you that I give up because I know you don’t like me, ask you to give me a few business days to prepare for the official rejection, and then we go back to strangers. But, everything was going according to plan until you said that you—”
“Still like you?” 
“Yeah.”
“Sorry.” You bite your lip. “Are you okay with changing plans?”
“Of course, definitely, certainly, yes.” He looks nervous. “What exactly do I need to change in my plan?”
“You would bump into me, tell me that you give up because you had a feeling that I didn’t like you, I tell you that I actually like you and still do, and then—” You stop yourself. You clear your throat. “And then you—”
“And then I ask you out, we date, we become official and—”
“Yes. Exactly that.”
He gulps nervously. It comes out as a whisper. “Do you mind giving me a few business days to prepare and let everything sink in?”
“Or you could just ask me out now. Even better.”
“I know but I’m a nervous mess—”
“Just do it.”
“Y/N—”
“Fine. Three business days. You better come back with a grand proposal.”
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“This dude had been whipped for you since you and Mark were still first year students.” 
You quirk an eyebrow, looking at Jaehyun who’s downing the rest of his glass of wine. He’s avoiding your gaze. “Is that true, Jaehyun?”
“I’m going to go and fill myself another glass of wine—”
Johnny snorts. “Until this day, he still denies it. Two years older than you, he always bugged me about trying to get Mark to introduce you to him since we were all part of the same club.”
“Look how red his ears are!” Mark exclaims. 
“Jaehyun, is this all true?”
“Maybe.”
“On club days, he would look at all the sign-up sheets for each club and look for your name—”
“That’s not true—”
“Or the times where he signed up for a couple of elective classes in the summer semester in case he so happens to be your classmate—”
“Okay, now that’s a complete lie!” Jaehyun pouts.
“You should tell her how you purposely chose Y/N to be in your tutorial section so that you could—” Johnny grins.
“Shoot your shot!” Mark finishes it for him.
“Guys, I think you’re drunk—”
“We’re completely sober—”
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author’s note. this is the last part! sorry for the long wait skdjhfkjsdfh hopefully you’re all doing well and staying safe!
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sluttywonwoo · 3 years
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study buddies || k.mg x reader
Pairing: frat!mingyu x fem reader 
Summary: studying for midterms with the guy you’re hooking up with goes exactly how you’d expect
Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark ) for my gf’s birthday :)) happy birthday @hotgirlmingyu
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You woke up to banging on your apartment door. Groaning, you rolled over to check your phone and saw that it was six am. You pushed yourself up and out of bed and padded into the kitchen to answer the door. You were surprised the relentless knocking hadn’t woken up your roommate, but she was a pretty heavy sleeper.
You yanked the door open to see Mingyu with a handful of textbooks. You squinted at him in confusion, wondering if you were seeing things. Mingyu had never been to your place before, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived.
His appearance startled you a bit. His hair was messy where it was usually slicked back or styled and he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him in anything other than khakis and a douchey printed shirt.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.
He frowned. “You said we should study for midterms together.”
You thought back to the last time you’d seen Mingyu. You couldn’t remember saying anything like that.
“Was I drunk?”
“Probably.”
“So why are you here?”
“To study. You agreed that we could help each other out.”
“Mingyu, I don’t even remember agreeing to that.”
“Well I’m already here,” he said and pushed past you into your apartment.
“Seriously? It’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, and midterms are next week.”
“Couldn’t you have waited until the sun was up?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself and shut the door behind him.
“We’ve got a lot of material to cover.”
You cursed under your breath as you watched him set up at your kitchen table, knowing you should probably study even though you desperately wanted to go back to bed.
You and Mingyu had met at a party at his fraternity and woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets of his bed. To say it was awkward would have been an understatement. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but to your horror, you saw him in your stats lecture on Monday and your mythology class on Thursday. This was a pretty big university. Why did the same asshole have to be in two of your classes?
As much as it annoyed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu, and apparently, he was having a similar dilemma because every time you went out he seemed to be there, and every time you hooked up.
That was the extent of your relationship, though. You didn’t even speak to each other in class or at parties. The only time you talked was behind closed doors when one or both of you was naked. Even then you kept your guard up because you refused to let yourself fall for a frat boy with commitment issues who never wanted to be seen with the same girl twice. A boy who wouldn’t even talk to you in public.
But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered when he said your name as he was about to cum, or the way his lips felt against yours. He could be a total dick, but you’d also seen a softer side of him that he didn’t show many people. You forced yourself to forget about that side. It was easier that way.
“Okay, what are we starting with?” you asked with a sigh.
“We have the stats exam first, we should work on that.”
You made a face. Statistics was the harder out of the two for you. In fact, it was the hardest class you were taking this semester.
“I can’t believe I’m doing math before seven am.”
“You won’t be complaining when you ace the midterm,” he quipped, already working on a practice worksheet.
You watched him solve problems like he was checking items off a list. You knew he was good at statistics, but you didn’t know he was that good. Figures, a guy like him was good at pretty much everything. Everything except mythology apparently, because once you’d switched to that he was flustered and frustrated. You would quiz him on myths only for him to get every single question wrong.
“Mingyu, did you even read any of these?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Yes, y/n, I read every one. How do you think I passed all the reading quizzes?”
“Cheating?” it slipped out before you could stop it and Mingyu gave you a hard glare. You held up your hands defensively. “Just a joke.”
“I don’t think it was.” He licked his lips. “But for what it’s worth I read them all. I just can’t keep them straight.”
You sighed. You felt bad, but you were getting frustrated too. And not just because Mingyu wasn’t grasping the myths. This was the longest you’d ever spent together (at least while you were awake) and you hadn’t even had sex. He just smelled so nice and looked so cute when he was concentrating that you couldn’t help feeling a little impatient. You had been at it for hours, you thought you would’ve done it at least once by now. But Mingyu was more serious about studying than you thought. It was kind of admirable and kind of annoying.
“Okay well reread through the Egyptian myths and I’ll quiz you again.”
“Alright.”
He pulled out his reading packet and flipped to the section you took out your phone and scrolled through social media mindlessly as he read, but it quickly got boring. You wished Mingyu would take a break so he could rail you. He was still reading intently, but you figured a little distraction couldn’t hurt.
You started by taking your hair down from your bun and shaking it out so that it fell around your shoulders. You knew your shampoo drove Mingyu crazy and hoped it would have an effect on him today. He shifted his seat, but didn’t look up from the packet. Next, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. You’d never done something so domestic like this with Mingyu, but it seemed to work because he cleared his throat and adjusted his sweatpants.
“You know you could be working on math.”
You shrugged. “We already did stats for hours today. I think I’ll jump off a bridge if I look at one more differential equation.”
He fell silent and tried focusing back onto the reading, but you moved your hand to his thigh and kept it there as you continued to through twitter, not even reading what was on your screen.
“Stop that,” Mingyu muttered, making you jump a little.
“Why?”
“Fuck, because you’re distracting me. You look too hot right now.”
“I’m wearing pajamas.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”
“Well what’s stopping you?” you asked lowly and nipped at his ear.
“Need to finish this,” he replied through gritted teeth.
“I can’t convince you to take a break?” You moved the hand on his leg up so that you were cupping him over his pants.
He shook his head. “After.”
You leaned over and kissed his neck, then his jaw, and felt him get hard under your hand. “If I have to stop what I’m doing you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”
“That sounds like more of a motivator than a deterrent,” you admitted. “I’ll suck you off,” you offered and hooked your thumb in the waistband of his sweats, trying to bribe him.
“If you let me finish I’ll eat you out,” he countered.
You straightened up. It sounded like a pretty good deal.
“Fine.”
A few minutes passed in silence and you were waiting patiently, typing up a rough draft of an essay you had due for another class when Mingyu groaned.
“What?” you asked, wondering if he needed help.
“Can you please stop that?”
“Stop what? I’m literally doing nothing.” You were genuinely confused now.
“Just- I don’t know you’re making it so hard to concentrate.”
“Am I making it hard?” You smirked.
“Very funny.”
“Would it help if I put a paper bag over my head?”
“Probably.”
“Come on, keep reading about Osiris.”
“I don’t want to read about Osiris anymore, he’s a dick.”
“The faster you finish the faster you can get off.”
“I thought you didn’t want to wait,” Mingyu pointed out, trying to deflect.
“I think I recall something about you going down on me if I let you finish reading.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, but didn’t turn back to the book. Instead, he continued to gaze at you with those big brown eyes. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“What?” You felt your cheeks get warm.
“I just really want to kiss you right now.”
You smiled and raised your chin, challenging him. “Then do it.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, savoring the moment.
When you pulled away, Mingyu’s eyes were dark with want and you could see that he was now fully hard in his sweatpants.
“How about I eat you out now anyway?” He suggested, leaning forward to kiss your neck.
You moaned and brought your hands to his hair.
“You trying to bribe me?”
“Is it working?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Mingyu stood and picked you up from your chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist again. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and smirked.
“Promise you’ll finish studying after?” you asked.
He considered it. “Does what we’re about to do count as studying mythology? Because it’s going to be legendary.”
You scrunched up your face in distaste. “No, I take it back. Put me down.”
Mingyu grinned. “Hey! You know no ones gives it to you as good as I do.”
“That confident are you?”
His grin turned into a smirk. “Is that a challenge?”
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wizkiddx · 3 years
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this is my entry for @hollandsrecs 'toms birthday fanfic fest' event - go check it out!!! I know its a early but im v bored so have it now. also im acc kinda really proud of this one, any feedback would be v appreciated 🤍
the prompt was: 'you and tom are best friends and you tell him that you love him on his birthday'
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summary: its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too
best friends -> lovers
warnings: mentions of alcohol, bit angsty but promise ends all fluffy and a shit tonne of dialogue
wc: 3.5k ishhh
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Everything got a little too wild and stuffy in the living area, Haz and Harry screaming sweet caroline, whilst Greg (Tom’s stunt man) was pouring *another* round of shots. The sweatiness and clamminess of the room meant Y/n took a moment to escape, sliding out the double doors, and closing them softly behind her to ensure no one would notice her little escape. Something about the midnight air, the slightly dewy smell of the neighbouring fields, felt like it was refreshing Y/n from the inside out. When she turned around, back facing the fancy rented house, she was slightly shocked by Tom standing in the garden. It was his birthday party after all. In all honesty, Y/n felt a bit guilty she hadn’t noticed he wasn’t in the thick of it with his brothers and castmates.
His silhouette was set against the clear night sky, the stars extra prominent this evening and the moon casting a soft glow off the left side of his face, exaggerating the natural contours of his jawline and cheekbones. Clearly, he was enraptured by the sky, staring up at it with a thoughtful look on his face.
And Y/n recognised that look instantly; she knew what he was doing.
In fact, he had taught her to do precisely the same thing. As kids, the Hollands, Y/n’s family and another two families from the local area all went camping together. It was an annual event, ‘the Kingston collective camping adventure’ as Dom had named it. Y/n couldn’t remember a year when they hadn’t gone actually - it was that much of a tradition.
One year, though, when she and Tom were about 9, her mothers’ due date coincided with the camping dates. So, sensibly, the decision had been made that Y/n and her brother would just be looked after by the Hollands - whilst her mum and dad were safely tucked up in bed at home, awaiting the arrival of her littlest brother.
Y/n, her brother Alex, and Tom were all sharing a tent, and it must’ve been at least midnight that Tom was awoken by shuffling and zipping up of the tent. He’d realised she was gone through sleepy eyes and, without a second thought, went to go find her. Sure enough, she wasn’t far away, not even 50 metres from the tent, crouched on the grass. Immediately Tom’s presence had been noticed, making Y/m quickly snivel and wipe her face.
“Are you upset?”
“Go away Tom.” The comment didn’t do a lot, though; instead, 9-year-old Tom had planted himself down next to her - his pyjamas getting wet on the moist grass floor.
“Are you missing Auntie Sarah and Uncle Mike?” In the same way that Y/n called Nikki and Dom auntie and uncle, the Holland boys mirrored the nicknames for her parents. Y/n replied with a long sigh before hiccuping, failing to control the stream of tears. Yes, he was right - this was her first night away from her parents- but she wasn't about to spill her heart out to the 'stupid boy' who had stolen one of her marshmallows that evening. Tom’s little brown eyes swelled, looking slightly terrified and out of his depth, whilst with all his 9 years of wisdom, trying to come up with an answer.
“Do you want to play football to forget about it?”
Unsurprisingly Y/n shook her head violently. Tom cursed inwardly at himself for saying the wrong thing, apparently football wasn't the answer to everything. The two children went back to silence until Tom had the metaphorical light bulb moment. “My mum told me something for when I got to sleepovers? Look!” He grabbed Y/n’s little hand, extending it upwards towards the night sky.
“No matter where you are, you’re all looking at the same stars too, right?”
Tom jumped a little before looking over his shoulder and recognising Y/n with the softest smile that grew across his face. Y/n slowly walked to his side, arms crossed over her chest to try and keep the cold at bay, joining Tom in staring up at the starry expanse.
“How do you always know?” Tom spoke in a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. It was true, she did always know - but his question was somewhat irrelevant. They'd spent most their childhood together, they were as easy to read as a children’s book to each other.
“Missing home?”
“Sort of, I got my own slice of home with the boys and-and you but… pads, mum dad yeh, feel like on your birthday your always supposed to see your family.”
Although Harry, Harrison, Sam and Y/n had managed to fly out to surprise Tom on his birthday- prior commitments meant his parents and youngest brother hadn’t been able to make it. They four arrived yesterday, greeted by a very shocked and pretty emotional Tom - who had clearly been missing the sense of home somewhat. He’d been away shooting a film, then straight away launching into press for the next spiderman movie. It had been a long while since he’d been in London - half a year in fact.
This time too, he’d been away without a single family member or friend - that was another truth he’d learnt about growing up. Your friends and family, they all get lives of their own. Tom used to be a trailblazer, the first to get a job, the one everyone was super proud of. They still were, of course, but didn’t dote on him in quite the same way - everyone had their own shit to deal with. It was yet another reason Tom wasn’t welcoming his birthday as much as he usually would.
“Your parents did always spoil you rotten.”
“They spoilt you worst and you’re not technically their kid.” Y/n rolled her eyes, even if it might slightly true - muttering a ‘touche’ at the brown-haired boy next to her. Their families had always been close; naturally the adults seemed to gravitate more to the kids that weren’t their own. The ones who you could ‘give back’ at the end of the day. It just so happened Nikki and Dom had always loved having Y/n around, maybe a bit more than anyone else.
“Have you had a good birthday then? You should be in there with Greg pouring that shitty vodka down your throat.” Y/n questioned, whilst shrugging back toward the house, the dull thump of Jacob's playlist just audible. Still, both stared upwards, standing close enough that their upper arms were both pressed up against each other. She expected a jovial answer, but even from his tone, it was evident there was something up. He sounded…weary?
“I’m bloody glad you all came...don’t get me wrong, I love Z and Jacob and everyone but….”
“Shitty week?”
“Shitty birthday week of promo and press.” Tom scathed, and Y/n nodded. Even if she couldn’t understand what was so bad about press, she knew that Tom hated it passionately. And in the same way, he loved all his castmates dearly, but they hadn’t known him his whole life. They didn’t understand why he did every little thing; their values lay just that bit apart. It just wasn’t the same as being surrounded with his family - you and Harrison adopted Hollands too.
“I just feel like I’ve spent all week trapped in a room answering the most stupid, irrelevant and inconsequential questions... Everything’s just so surface level and fake and, and I-“He cut himself off, for the first time meeting Y/n’s eyes. In all honesty, Tom got a bit caught up in the stars reflecting off her piercing y/e/c eyes before changing tack.
“Will you do me a favour?”
This wasn’t spoken with the normal Tom tone. It wasn’t joking or jovial; it wasn’t an ‘off the tongue’ thing. This was spoken with such seriousness and gravitas coming from his deep voice that Y/n replied equally truthfully.
“Always T, you know that.”
“Will you please ask me a personal and serious and deep question?”
She got where he was coming from too.
Clearly, even though the evening was supposed to be a light piss up in celebration, it had instead unearthed some darker thoughts that Tom had been harbouring away. Perhaps he never even realised he needed such seriousness, or perhaps with his castmates he hadn’t felt comfortable exposing himself like that. Either way, Y/n was going to respect him now. It was technically his birthday, too; the clocks had already struck 12 - it was now his day.
It wasn’t tricky to think of one; she’d often wondered the same question of him - never with the opportunity to ask. The question popped into her head again, almost as soon as Tom asked for one.
“Okay…. What’s your deepest regret that makes you feel guilty for feeling because in the grand scheme of things, it minor? Like such a 'first world problem'." What do you regret that’s just completely selfish?”
Tom immediately stiffened, his jaw tensing as he worked through his thoughts in his head. Scared she’d pushed it too far, Y/n averted her gaze back to the sky, chewing her bottom lip slightly. It took a moment, but then she saw Tom turn towards her, in the peripheries of her vision. With a tightly closed-lip smirk on his face he joked “If your gonna ask questions like that, we better sit down.”
And so they did, both sitting crossed legged on the ground, knees brushing against each other. Just on the grass lawn, almost mirroring themselves all those years ago as kids in that camping site. Y/n wondered if she should offer to play football instead - to cheer him up.
“Missing out. I miss out months at a time. Miss out on seeing mum and dad, miss out on the pub quizzes with the boys, miss out seeing you… I mean, I didn’t even know you had a new job until you mentioned it this morning. I miss out on time with nana Tess and all my grandparents, and that’s scary cos… well, every time I go, it could be the last time… I don’t know, I just… I get so much, get to travel, to see the world, but… sometimes it feels like I’m sacrificing the foundations. And without the foundations….”
“The walls come crumbling down.” Y/n finished off his sentence quietly, barely whispering the words - but from Tom’s nod of agreement, it seemed like she’d hit the nail on the head. There was silence for a beat till Y/n whispered to him.
“Well, happy birthday to you” Trying to bring the mood up a little, she bumped his shoulder, and Tom chuckled breathily.
“Seriously! This is helping me out. I-I just need to get everything out and start my 25th year fresh.”
“Hey, if that’s all you want, I’m getting a refund on my present- we can just get deep and interview each other.”
“I’m game, except I’m keeping the present too.”
“Just because it’s your birthday and I’m a bit tipsy, I’ll allow it.”
“Okay, well then, Y/n L/n”, He spoke formally, leaning in closer and making her giggle a little. “What’s your biggest regret?”
“Honestly?” Tom just repeated her in reply, but this time it was a statement.
"Honestly."
He really was going deep too. No holding back now. Y/n sucked on her cheek before replying. “Not travelling with you when we were 19… I was just so determined to get to uni and start grown-up life, but… well, grown-up life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I should’ve tried to stay a kid longer, messing about on your film sets and pretending it was work. I think I would’ve learnt more from seeing the world with you.”
“Well, I am very knowledgable.”
“Shut up, you drop out- who didn't know what a drag race was.” She wasn’t wrong, and whilst yes, he had dropped out to be a film star - he was still a dropout. (with exceptionally poor knowledge of RuPaul) He scowled, then leaning back on his hands, so he was half reclined on the grass as Y/n thought of her next question.
“Whats your biggest worry?”
“Easy.” He chuffed, making Y/n furrow her brows at him. Clearly, he’d already thought of this. “That I finally settle down with the love of my life, and then the fans or press or paps ruin it.”
It made sense; every time Tom had gone public with a relationship, it had ended in a minor car crash. Typically it was also the girl who got hurt; she was the ‘victim’ in everything. Though Y/n had seen first hand the effect it had had on Tom - he never made it out damage-free.
“You make it sound like you’ve already got this dream girl queued and waiting.”
“I wish”, Tom sighed, as Y/n took the opportunity to completely lie down on the grass, staring up at the dark abyss. She’d always loved the stars and had become a bit of a geek on them as they’d grown up too- and maybe it was all down to Tom on that camping trip. Following suit, Tom copied her, his head resting on his hands that were crossed behind his head, taking in the moment of pure peace as they lay on the grass.
“You see that bright one there?” Pointing up, Y/n shimmied closer to him so that he definitely saw the same thing as her. “It’s actually not one. Look closer.” Humming, Tom shifted a bit closer, so her shoulder slotted under the side of his body just the teeniest bit. It meant he could follow her direction and squinted up at the little patch of the sky.
“ 5…maybe 6? What is it?”
“The pliedes supercluster…. basically a big group of stars that all were born from the same place- the same stellar nursery.”
“But they’re moving now?” She hummed in confirmation to his question, briefly glancing at the way his eyes were fixed on the sky. For the first time he seemed genuinely interested in hearing her stories of the stars. It usually was an eye roll and ‘you’re so lame’.
“They’re called the sibling stars… like everything in life, as they get older they drift apart but…. but to us down here? They’ll always be associated together because they have a gravitational effect on each other. They’ll always have their thing tying them together. Like an invisible string.”
“Sounds like you’re being metaphorical.” Tom chuckled, expecting a taunt back but receiving nothing except a gentle agreement.
“Theres also actually 7. The last one people can only sometimes see… it’s a pulsing star, so comes and goes.”
“They do that?”
“Yeh, and no matter what… if you can see it or not, it’s always there. Always having an impact on its family.”
Biting his lower lip slightly, Tom repositioned his head slightly, Y/n’s words taking time to be fully absorbed. He was sure she was making parallels to him. Barely there, appearing and disappearing, but always a part of the family.
“You are being metaphorical.”
“Maybe.” She whispered shortly. “Metaphors depend on who’s listening and if they draw parallels to their own life. It’s subjective. You can’t tell anyone what is and isn’t metaphor…. it takes the beauty out of it.”
“Right, sure... But if you were…. me, harry, Sam, pads, you, Haz, Tuwaine? That the 7?” Y/n held back the little smile at his words. Tom wasn’t as ‘head in the clouds’ as she was- he was literal. Also, he was bloody stubborn when he wanted to be.
“I wasn’t being metaphorical T.” He knew she was lying. She knew that he knew. But it still helped him, made him feel a bit better. That he was always, in some way, having some effect... lives always intertwined with the people he cared about the most.
“Tell me another story about another star.”
Time for the rest of the night kind of got lost. The two young adults just lay on the grass, entirely in their own little world, using each others body heat to keep themselves warm through the early hours. Neither felt remotely tired, Y/n whispering her little stories of both the myths and science of the old stars, pointing out each planet. Meanwhile, Tom listened in awe, for once not taking the mick out of her incredibly geeky hobby. Instead, he found himself getting fascinated by all the little intricacies Y/n was so passionate about.
It was only when the stars began to fade, as orangey-red hue started to seep up from the horizon the either noticed the time. It was now the morning of the next day, the house long since had turned silent behind them - presumably, everyone finally passing out shit faced.
As the stars’ light was overtaken by the rising sun, Y/n ran out of stories; the two settled into silence - neither quite ready to go to bed yet.
“It’s still my turn,” Tom spoke into the sky before pivoting his head to look Y/n in the eye, seeing the confusion in her furrowed brows. “It’s my question to ask. My turn.”
“Aren’t you sick of my voice yet?” There was absolutely no reason that they were both whispering. It wasn’t like anyone was trying to listen or that they’d disturb anyone else my talking normally. But it was nicer that way. It felt calming... intimate even.
“One more. And then you get one more… and then we really should probably go to bed.” He didn’t want the night to end; he was immensely enjoying this weird grey time between being 25 and 26. But it was cold, Tom could tell Y/n had started to feel it a little more. To be fair, she was only in a floral day dress, not much in the way of warmth. With a hum of agreement, Y/n smiled lightly at him, urging his question.
“Whats the biggest secret you’ve kept from me?”
With a bit of a scoff, Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, trying to draw some strength she wasn’t sure she had. It wasn’t like she needed to wrack her brains to come up with it - she knew instantly. Almost painfully too.
“Uhm, honestly?” Now even more intrigued, Tom nodded, using his foot for nudge hers - encouraging her to speak. “Probably how much you mean to me.”
“Oh” He couldn’t help it; the sound just slipped out his mouth without checking with his brain first. That answer had just been so unexpected. He had honestly been thinking that it would be something about how ‘fame had changed him’. After hearing that, Y/n turned her head up the sky again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire with embarrassed heat. Tom knew he had fucked up.
“No, I… I didn’t mean- just just ask me too.” With a sigh, Y/n waved off his stumbled answer as he tried to cover himself.
“This is stup-“
“Ask me!” For the first time in 5 hours, Tom spoke at an normal volume - but it felt painfully loud, like a shout.
“What’s the biggest secret you kept from me?” Her tone was defeated, but nevertheless, he answered.
“How upset I was when you didn’t come when we were 19. I got why, but it was still annoying. Felt like you were picking uni friends over me-“ At this point on any other evening, Y/n would have interjected and argued. None of this situation was normal, though, so she chose to hear him out. “- I know it’s stupid, but…. I guess that’s how much you meant an-and still mean to me too.”
There was silence for a couple minutes, waiting whilst the sun started to peep over the horizon, the lone witness to an otherwise very private conversation. That was until Y/n barely spoke, more like mouthed 2 simple words.
“I lied.” The intensity of the way Tom stared at her made Y/n wish that the sun hadn’t been so bright, that they were back in the darkness that hid her face more. “Biggest lie I’ve told you … that I’m not in love with you.”
Y/n didn’t see because she couldn’t face looking at him, but Tom’s face erupted into the most prominent, toothiest smile. Whilst Tom was enjoying the moment of being absolutely ecstatic, Y/n was waiting for a response- feeling her world come crashing in. That she'd just destroyed one of the most important friendships in her life too.
But then he said the opposite of what she thought he would.
“I lied too.”
That had her attention, whipping her head toward him as Tom rolled onto his side on the lawn, balancing with his head resting on one hand. “I lied that I’ve not been completely under your spell since we were kids at that campsite, and you were homesick.”
Y/n’s heart was literally in her mouth, brain overwhelmed but one overriding thought oh so bloody clear.
She’d lost control of everything, arching up to mirror Tom. Using one hand, she reached out to cup Tom’s jaw, to which he instinctively leant toward - until their lips were mere centimetres apart, hot breath fanning over each other.
Y/n no control as she whispered those 3 words against his lips. No control at how immediately after he pressed his to hers; no control as Tom guided her to roll on top of him, knees either side of his torso as his strong arms wrapped around her back.
Once again, time was lost between the two, only pulling apart when their lungs burned for oxygen.
“For the record, I love you too.” Grinning from ear to ear, Tom used one hand to gently stroke his thumb across her cheek, switching his focus from her left to right eye - in wonder at how the early morning sun reflected from her y/e/c irises. He’d always thought she was beyond beautiful, but when she was this close to him, with the sun rising behind her in such a way - she looked damn ethereal.
“Happy birthday T.” Nodding in agreement, Tom chuckled before finding her lips once again, whispering against them.
“Yeh, happy damn birthday to me.”
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etherrreal · 3 years
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“when you pass out at practice”
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Pairing: tsukishima x reader ; kyotani x reader ; aone x reader Genre: comfort-fluff ; drabbles & headcanons Summary: the reader hasn’t been taking care of herself which leads to her passing out at practice  Word Count: 2295 Warnings: fainting, or passing out, from sleep deprivation/not eating/heat exhaustion, some explicit language because i’m an adult A/N: thanks for the fun request! i took a little bit of artistic liberties with the scenario to keep it from being so repetitive so I hope you don’t mind! -Luna
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it was rare that you had a beautiful sunny day on a weekend with no chores to attend to or work to complete
so when your boyfriend Tsukishima texted you and asked you to come join him for casual volleyball practice outside, you decided to take him up on that opportunity
however, not even a cap and some cold water could stave off heat exhaustion
Despite it being 95°F and so humid that the air feels thick when you breathe, it is a beautiful day outside. The sky is completely clear of clouds; the sun is shining directly on you as you, your boyfriend, and Yamaguchi head out to practice at the open field nearby Karasuno. The change of scenery was refreshing and even with it feeling just as hot as it usually does inside the school gym, the occasional breeze and lack of sweaty stench was a huge welcomed change. 
There’s very little shade provided by the trees, but you lay out a small blanket under the nearest one anyway. You become the bag and bottle keeper when Tsukishima and Yamaguchi hand you their items, your boyfriend dropping it haphazardly onto the blanket while Yamaguchi delicately places it down with a ‘thank you.’ 
You usually don’t get to see Tsukishima practice, seeing as his normal practices run until the dead of night, so it was fun watching them set and serve the ball back and forth. When the occasional ball lands by your feet, you get the chance to enjoy setting it back to them, even if it often falls short or misses the target completely. 
“Thank god you’re not on our team,” Tsukishima teases, as he watches the ball you set fall 6 feet away from him.
“Yeah, because I’d kick your ass. I know I’m a threat, and you should fear me,” you retort sarcastically. Before he turns away to retrieve the ball, you see him crack a small smile at your tomfoolery. 
However, after a few hours of getting up and down repeatedly to send the balls back under the beating sun, your head starts to pound. Your body is radiating so much heat it makes you want to remove your skin. You know it’s just a matter of time before you start feeling physically ill, as well. You loosen your cap and drink some cold water in hopes that it will relieve some of the tension, but you just feel the same.
You decide to lay down on the blanket, cap laid over your face to block out the sun. You don’t know if you passed out or if you simply tuned out everything around you for a bit, but you jump when you suddenly feel something wet and cold touching your neck.
You reach up to swat it away, thinking it was a bug when you hear Tsukishima’s voice. “Stop that. I’m trying to help you, dummy.” 
Relief washed over you to know that it wasn’t a beetle crawling up your neck but instead your stoic boyfriend pressing his plastic water bottle there to cool you down.
“Yamaguchi thought you died,” he brought up suddenly. “He actually ran to the store to get some more water after I told him to stop overreacting.”
You chuckle, picturing Yamaguchi already mourning over your body just because you were lying down with a cap over your face. “It’s sweet that he cares though, in his own weird way.”
Suddenly, the sky and Tsukishima’s crouching figure are in full view as he flicks the hat off of your face, feeling annoyed that you praised his friend and not him. “What do you think I’m doing, huh?” 
“Aww, do you want me to tell you how you’re the bestest, sweetest, most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and that I’m so grateful that you’ve graced me with your help?” you whine in a sarcastic tone, making grabby hands at the tall blond hovering over you.
He slaps your hands away, knowing that if you get your hands on him, you’d squeeze his cheeks and ruffle his hair like you always do. “Well, that’s the last time I ever take care of you.” 
You know he doesn’t mean it and that, if you were ever in some form of peril, he would casually stroll rush to your rescue to make sure you’re okay. You hope that when you look up at him he can see how much you appreciate his efforts.
“Thank you, Kei,” you say sincerely.
“Yeah, whatever.” He sounds dismissive, but you can tell by the scrunched eyebrows and soft look in his eyes as he gazes down at you how much he worries about your well-being, and you’re genuinely grateful to have him be your unofficial nurse. 
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you heard from some classmates that your math teacher was seen printing out math quizzes
*cue studious panic*
 you decided to completely skip lunch and use that time in the library to hit the books hard
your stomach was rumbling, your head was hurting, and your vision would become spotty if you stood up too quickly
you completed your quiz at the end of the day, but by then, you were starving and ready to get something to eat
in your panic, you forgot that you were supposed to meet kyotani after school so you could force him to go to practice that day (or else Iwaizumi would have your ass)
he heard your stomach make monstrous noises and when you let him know you hadn’t eaten, he looked more upset than usual to see you not taking care of yourself
“Let’s skip practice and get some food,” he suggests.
“What? So you can skip out on one of the few practices you go to? Absolutely not!” you reprimand.
“But you need to eat.”
“Look at you being a sweet boyfriend who cares,” you tease, watching him roll his eyes like he’s annoyed, but the pink hue dusting his cheeks says otherwise. “I’ll be fine. I should have an extra granola bar in my bag somewhere.” 
"Whatever, if you say so." He turns his body diagonally, a gesture you know means 'walk with me.' Kyotani has never been keen on PDA, but one thing you have noticed is that he prefers for you to walk directly by his side at all times. To others, it may look like he’s uninterested in you, but you can tell by how often his arm brushes yours that it’s his way of showing affection. 
You stroll across campus together, enjoying a quiet conversation with Kyotani about your day thus far. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the gym entrance, already hearing the balls slamming against the ground inside. You both switch out your shoes before walking in, him going to join his teammates and you finding a seat on the sidelines, seeing Iwaizumi give you a thumbs up for your job well done. 
You take a moment to search through your bag for that granola bar you mentioned earlier. After sifting through books, loose notes, and forgotten pencils and pens, you realize you have no snack to tide you over until the end of practice. 
The market is just down the road. I could probably go pick something up and be back quickly.
You wave Iwaizumi over, figuring you’ll tell him your plans while Kyotani is distracted so he won’t follow you out. You see his back turned to you as Oikawa speaks to the rest of the team, gesturing wildly with a volleyball in hand. 
As Iwaizumi gets closer, you stand up and immediately begin to sway. Your vision grows spotted, and your head feels like it’s floating. 
You hear Kyotani yell out your name before everything goes black.
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When you wake up, the lights are beaming overhead as you lay in some sort of bed. Once you’re coherent enough, you sit up, looking around to see that you’re in the school nurse’s office. You pick up your hand to hold your still aching head when you notice a very angry Kyotani attached to it, already glaring at you.
Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, not quite knowing what to say after you just passed out in the middle of practice.
"I told you that we should've gotten something to eat," he starts, growling out each word.
You shrink into yourself, feeling embarrassed that you've upset him and couldn’t even take care of yourself properly. "I'm sorry, Kentaro.”
He notices you plucking the lint off your shirt to avoid direct eye contact with him. His eyes close as he collects himself, realizing that now’s not the time to lecture you for something you couldn’t have predicted.
He sighs, standing up slightly to lean over your slumped figure, laying a kiss on your temple. He mumbles a quiet apology against your skin, feeling bad for snapping at you when he should’ve been more kind. He’s working on that, slowly but surely.
“Let’s go get something to eat,” he says, holding your hand while you stand slowly from the bed. You wobble slightly, Kyotani quickly wrapping his arm around your waist to stabilize you. You give him a nod when you’re firmly on your two feet.
“From now on, if you’re hungry, tell me.”
You agreed reluctantly, not exactly wanting him to worry so much but knowing he wouldn’t let you leave without your compliance. 
From then on, he always makes sure to check on you to check if you've eaten or if you need one of the many granola bars he now carries, and while sometimes it's annoying to have him acting like a mother hen, it's also very heartwarming to know that he cares about you that much. Not to mention, he’s saved your ass many times when you have to study overtime for another intense math quiz. 
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the end of the semester was coming to a close and you were scrambling to get everything done on time
there weren't enough hours in the day to study for finals, finish projects, complete homework, and also take care of your human needs, like eating and sleeping
so, you just didn't sleep one night, opting to stay up with some caffeine to power through all of your work
at the beginning of the next day, you felt energetic and peppy, but as it went on, the sluggish feeling started to settle in
by the end, you were feeling absolutely exhausted and ready to drop at any moment
however, you still wanted to accompany Aone to practice that day, as it was your favorite part of your week
aone initially insisted that you head home without him, but he realized it might be safer to go with him after practice, just in case you fell asleep on the train
It feels like it takes ages, but eventually, practice begins to wind down, soreness seeping into each and every team member’s muscles after hours on their feet. A few of them are still practicing quick attacks with each other, but Aone is one more move away from passing out from exhaustion.
He walks over to you sitting on the sidelines, watching you take longer and longer between each blink. Yet, when he gets close enough, you still manage to give him a small smile that kicks his heart into overdrive, his face, no doubt, resembling a tomato because of the gesture.
He sits on the creaky folding chair beside you, taking gulps of his water to try to cool himself down. He almost chokes when he feels your head press up against his shoulder, hand resting on his forearm gently. Sitting still as a rock, he tries to take his mind off his cute partner cuddling up next to him.
"We should stop somewhere and pick up some food on the way to the train,” he suggests, doing his best to ignore the warmth filling his cheeks. “Do you want anything specific?"
You're silent beside him. At first, he thinks you're contemplating what to eat, seeing as you're very particular with your cravings. But when two minutes pass, and there's not even a peep from you, he looks down carefully to find you knocked out against his shoulder, face squished uncomfortably and mouth parting with each deep breath you take.
Aone never pictured this happening to him –mostly because he didn't think he'd ever have a partner who'd feel comfortable enough around him– so he didn't quite know where to go from here. He could wake you up to at least bring you home, but if this is the first time you've slept in over 24 hours, he didn't want to deprive you of more necessary sleep.
The only way Aone can think of bringing you home is to carry you all the way to the train station and... Well, that's as far as he manages to get, but future Aone will figure the rest out.
He asks Futakuchi to gather his things for him because he doesn't want to risk waking you. After some light teasing, he hands Aone his packed duffle and helps put on his jacket with minimal stirring from you.
Aone thanks his friend with a nod before turning to you and slipping his arms under you, one beneath your knees and the other behind your back. He freezes when you begin shifting around, but relaxes once you settle into him.
Aone waves at his team on the way out, with what movement he is allowed, and begins his trek to the train station nearby. 
His arms are aching after hours of practice, but it doesn’t matter, because you nuzzling into his neck with an adorable sigh gives him enough strength to carry you halfway across the country if he needs to. 
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happy 666, my fellow chaotic bisexual <3 om! brothers discover uquiz, what happens??
Hell yeah <3 let’s do this!
The Brothers Discover uquiz
Why are These Questions So Weird..? (Lucifer)
*sigh*, what’s MC doing now? Quizzes? Well, that’s surprisingly tame in comparison to the other stuff they get up to. It was good of them to want to stimulate their brain-
Wait, these are just personality quizzes? Oh MC…
Wait, MC wants him to try some quizzes? Really? Ugh, fine. Only because he’s simping doing it for the sake of the exchange program. The point of this thing was for humans and demons to learn about each other, right?
These questions are… questionable. And so are the quizzes… what mindless drivel is this? He’ll have nothing else to do with it!
*three hours later*
“Lucifer, you haven’t slept in like, two days, go to sleep.” “Not now MC, I need to figure out what kind of -core I am…”
He’s addicted. But the good thing is, he can kick his addiction as easily as it started! He’s Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride! Some mere quiz website won’t get to him-
Oooo, what kind of cake is he? What kind of cake is he?
Why Didn’t He Get the Results He Wanted :( (Mammon)
MC! MC! MC! Pay attention to him! Why are they lookin’ at their dumb phone for? There was a much better view right in front of em’. The view is him! MC! Look at him!
In a fit of jealousy, he swipes the phone and sees… quiz results? Eh? MC? Why is this phone saying you’re submissive and breedable? Who the FUCK does this phone think it is talkin’ to his MC like that?!
Wait… why are they laughin’? It’s a joke quiz? Huh… is he submissive and breedable?
No, but only because he lied on the quiz questions to get the result he wanted.
Soon both he and MC are on their DDDs swapping weird quizzes and showing each other their results.
According to this quiz, and Mammon’s spirit animal is a crow. Huh, that’s the most accurate result he’s gotten all day.
After a while he does get bored of it though. After of course, he makes a quiz of his own and asks Lucifer to try it, but little does Lucifer know that ALL the results are bad! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ah, The Quiz Maker (Leviathan)
Levi both takes and makes quizzes, he knew about uquiz way before MC started taking quizzes to see what overrated vegetable they are.
Levi’s favourite kind of quiz are the fandom related ones that test his knowledge. Psh, these filthy casuals think they can beat his otaku knowledge? Don’t make him laugh!
Wait what do you mean he only got 6/13 right? Um, what the F U C K?
You know what? Whatever. He doesn’t need these stupid quizzes!
Five minutes after that, he’s back on the site.
Levi also likes to see what kind of fanfiction trope he is and who he’d be in a fanfiction. He always hopes for main character or love interest but he usually ends up getting “bitch who gets sidelined” or “mischaracterized baby”.
When he makes quizzes, he makes them as imbalanced as possible, and as a result, none of his quizzes get very popular.
MC needs to get him off the site because he just started a “how well do you know Tumblr memes” and we as a society don’t need to know if he was a Johnlock shipper.
GOD DAMMIT WHAT CAT IS HE????? (Satan)
MC? Why aren’t they reading the book he gave them? Was it that bad? MC? Satan waved his hand in front of their face a few times before they snapped out of their trance.
MC quickly explained that they got really absorbed in this quiz about what kind of cat they were. Everything else was irrelevant to Satan, he heard cat and snatched the phone. 
Ten minutes later and he was just breezing through cat related quizzes just to get to the picture at the end. No one tell him he can just Google cat pictures online, he’ll growl at you.
Okay do that if you’re a monsterfucker and you find that shit hot-
But anyway, after the initial cat bomb, Satan casually peruses the site, he likes the fiction trope quizzes a lot too.
Using his intense knowledge of both cats and books, he makes quite a few of his own quizzes to add to the site.
Oooooo, What Hand Cream Scent Should he Try? (Asmodeus)
Similar to Mammon, Asmo first got huffy that MC wasn’t paying attention to him, but on the other hand, they were keeping still while he painted their nails, so that was the only plus.
MC is honour bound to listen to him ramble! Why weren’t they chiming in with the occasional “uh huh” and “yes dear”?! This was an outrage! A scandal!
Oh, MC was doing a quiz on what kind of fruit they are? Ooo fun! Let him see!
Nail painting night gets out on hold while Asmo scrolls through assorted quizzes. He likes the dirty joke ones a lot (I mean, obviously) and he also loves the ones where they assign the quiz-taker a scent or perfume.
He’s always looking for inspiration for scents to try out~! This is great!
Beelzebub
Beel and MC were in the middle of talking about food, (surprise surprise) and Beel ended up asking about human world fast food chains.
“So, what one do you think I’d like?” “Here! Take this quiz and find out!”
Beel is a little confused at the contents of some of the question and quietly worries that if he hasn’t listened to the songs for the song lyric questions that his answer will somehow be corrupted, but he finishes the quiz quickly.
“Huh, yeah I can see you liking Wendy’s.” “Can we go?” “Sure buddy, when we visit the human world.”
Beel takes a lot of the food themed quizzes, but he quickly forgets about the site and continues on his day.
*Prolonged Snore* What huh? Quizzes? Space Quizzes? (Belphie)
When MC started asking the most random questions in the universe while Belphie was trying to nap, the Avatar of Sloth knew that his idiot human was up to something ridiculous.
“Why are you asking me about my favourite soda?” “Answer the question, cow-boy.”
After answering some more ridiculous questions, MC proudly proclaimed that Belphie really was a Pisces.
That… that was it? What the hell was MC looking at? A quiz website? Lame. He was going back to sleep.
Ugh, Belphie’s the lame one here guys. Smh.
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Ah Uquiz, you crazy crazy quiz site…
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blu-joons · 3 years
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He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ BTS Reaction
Jin:
“I’m sorry,” was all he could say as yet again Hobi had to cut the music after your son decided to walk into the middle of their dance routine, dancing away to himself.
“He’s in a world of his own,” Taehyung teased, capturing the tot as he whirled around, stopping him from getting dizzy.
Jin walked over and scooped his son up into the air, “I know this isn’t where you want to be, but mummy is busy, please stop giving me such a hard time.”
“Why don’t we just dance with him instead?” Namjoon suggested, sensing how helpless Jin was. “One day where we don’t work on the routine isn’t going to be the end of the world.”
Jin’s head snapped around, smiling appreciatively at his leader. “I can always just head back home if you want to work without me, I’d understand it if you didn’t want me here.”
“Don’t worry, we can dance with Y/S/N,” Hobi smiled.
“But no spinning, I don’t want to get dizzy like that.”
Jin smiled, placing your son back down. “All he does is spin around Kook, so if you want to dance like him, prepare for a fall or two.”
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
Yoongi:
“How can I take them like this?” Yoongi quizzed, staring innocently across at you as your daughter sobbed by his feet. “They’re going to cause so much hassle.”
“I can’t take them to my meeting,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair. “They’ll be fine once they’re at the studio.”
Yoongi’s head shook as your daughters crept back in your direction. “Is there not someone that can look after them at the office? It’s obvious they don’t want to leave you.”
“It’s a one-time thing,” you assured him, handing your daughters back across to him, “please just do this for me today. When I see the boys again, I’ll apologise for all the chaos.”
Before Yoongi could protest, you began to back away towards the front door. “You owe me a huge favour for this, it’s going to be impossible to get any work done today.”
“You’ll have a great time, I promise,” you cheered.
“That’s if I ever manage to stop them crying.”
Your shoulders shrugged, “just play some music in the car and they’ll be happy again in no time, you’re a great dad, don’t forget that.”
“Music? Is that really the answer to all my problems?”
Hoseok:
“Here he is,” Hobi cooed as he carried your son into the studio, instantly being crowded by the six other members who all wanted a peek of his child.
“He really is the spitting image of Y/N,” Jimin teased, smirking in Hobi’s direction as he glared across at him, shaking his head.
After a few moments, the boys began to give him a bit of space. “Y/N wrote down a list of his routine, so I know exactly what to do and when to do it.”
“How’s she feeling?” Jin asked him. Having fallen ill that morning, Hobi was left with no choice but to take your son to the studio to give you the space that you needed to recover.
His shoulders shrugged, “I’m hoping a day in bed without this little one to look after will help, she’s barely had an hour to herself since he was born, she’s with him constantly.”
“She’s probably exhausted,” Yoongi sighed, “maybe we should do more.”
“That’s why this one is with us today.”
Hobi’s head nodded at Taehyung’s comment, “I promise you guys won’t even know he’s here, I’ll make sure he sleeps perfectly.”
“We love having him here, don’t worry.”
Namjoon:
“Daddy!” Your toddler yelled as the song came to an end. Namjoon spun around to see your daughter running towards him with her arms opened wide for him.
“What is it?” He questioned, lifting her high up into the air. “Was time with Uncle Jungkook really that bad that you came back?”
Jungkook frowned as he followed behind your daughter, “the vending machine didn’t have the chocolate that she wanted, and apparently that’s my fault.”
“That’s because it is,” Hobi chuckled from the other side of the room, “why haven’t you gone to the shop or something to go and buy her chocolate? That’s what a good uncle would do.”
Namjoon’s head nodded in agreement, “I told you that she’s stubborn just like her mum, if you don’t go to the shop, she’ll never speak to you again. I’ve learnt the hard way.”
“You really want me to get this chocolate?” He asked your daughter.
“it’s my favourite, please Uncle Kook.”
His eyes rolled, glancing across at Namjoon. “How do you put up with this every single day? She really is demanding just like her mum.”
“I had plenty of practice from Y/N, that’s why.”
Jimin:
“Can I dance?” A voice whimpered from behind Jimin as the music came to an end. He spun around to see your daughter stood behind his legs.
“Why don’t we show everyone what we worked on at home?” He suggested, bringing her around so everyone could see her.
Taehyung knelt down to her height, “what have you been working on at home? Has daddy being trying to teach you some dance moves again?” He asked her.
“We were learning Dynamite,” she informed them, showing off the first move of the chorus that she’d learnt. “Daddy said one day if I practice hard enough, I might be able to dance with him.
“Why didn’t you say whilst I was gone?” Yoongi teased.
“We could have done with a seventh member with us.”
Jimin’s head shook across at both Yoongi and Jungkook, “MAMA couldn’t even give us proper dressing rooms, let alone allow a child to dance.”
“That’s true, there’s no way it would have happened.”
Taehyung:
“Look at this,” Taehyung smiled, guiding your daughter to the corner of the studio the boys had all set up to keep her entertained.
“We found all your favourites,” Yoongi smiled, taking a seat beside her, “we even found a new colouring book to try.”
Her head nodded, but as she looked around, her bottom lip couldn’t help but quiver. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d love all of this that we sorted for you?” Jin asked.
“I miss mummy,” she sighed, looking helplessly up at her father. “I always spend the day with mummy, and now she’s not here. Do you know when she’ll be home dad?”
Taehyung knelt down beside her, “in a couple of days when her work is finished. But until then, we’ll make sure you have the best time with us and try not to worry about mummy.”
“Can I have sweets if mummy isn’t here?” She asked.
“As long as you promise not to tell mummy.”
Her head nodded immediately, as her smile reappeared. “I promise not to tell mummy. Maybe being at the studio isn’t as bad as I thought.”
“We’ll have a lot of fun, don’t worry.”
Jungkook:
“What do we want to order?” Namjoon questioned as he sat down in the middle of the circle that the boys, and your son, had formed in the studio.
“Noodles,” your daughter squeaked before anyone else had the chance to talk. “Mummy makes noodles for lunch.”
Jungkook’s eyes rolled down at her, “you’re not with mummy today, you’re with daddy. Is there nothing else that you want to eat other than having noodles?”
“I want what mummy makes,” she instructed, looking to Namjoon to write it down. “She makes the best noodles, so we have to order from somewhere that is as good as her food.”
The boys could only sit back and laugh as Jungkook turned her around to face him. “What if everyone here doesn’t want noodles, maybe we could try some other foods instead?”
“But everyone likes noodles, so why not?” She challenged.
“Noodles aren’t great when we’ve been dancing all morning.”
Her shoulders shrugged, turning back away from Jungkook. “I want noodles, you can all get noodles with me too.”
“I think noodles might be the only option here.”
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SFW Alphabet: Kaz Brekker
Requested by Anonymous
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
With his fear of touch, it takes Kaz a while to be comfortable with physical affection, but he slowly gets there.  It starts slowly, with him holding your hand with his gloves on, putting an arm around your shoulders and waist, then holding your hand without the gloves, kissing your forehead, cheeks, and eventually your lips.  After a few months of working through his fear, he’s open to holding you for longer periods of time.  Kaz wants so badly to be physically affectionate with you, but with his phobia, it’s slow going, but he does get there
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Kaz doesn’t really do “friends”, more like allies.  But to have him as an ally, someone you knew you can rely on, that carries a lot of weight in the Barrell.  If you ever find yourself in a tight spot, you know you can call on Kaz for help, and he’ll be there, usually with a few other members of the Dregs
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Like I said in A, physical affection is something that you and Kaz have to work towards.  But once he’s comfortable with cuddling, it easily becomes one of his favorite things.  He likes to spoon you, his arms around your waist, nose buried in your hair, legs entwined.  Kaz also likes it when you lay facing him, your head buried in his chest, his hands rubbing your back.  He might not admit it, but on bad days, whether with his leg or his phobia, he loved being the little spoon, letting you hold him close and shut out the outside world
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Kaz does want to settle down, but with the Dregs, it’s not really a possibility.  So you settle for sharing a room and spending every night in each other’s arms.  But you do talk about what your future will be like when Kaz eventually gets a big payout from a job: a mansion, fancy clothes, a massive diamond ring (that’s Kaz’s addition).  He cooks well enough to keep himself alive, but to be honest, he’s not the best
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) I feel like he’d be really cold and practical about it, but he’d cry when he’s alone.  “This isn’t working, Y/N,” he says.  “We can’t be together and work together, pick one.”  Once he’s alone in his room at the Slat, he breaks down, knowing he just lost the only good thing in his life since Jordie
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Kaz fully intends to marry you, once he has enough money for a proper ceremony, one that meets every single one of the dreams you’ve had since childhood.  He gets you a simple ring, a small diamond on a silver band, and asks you to marry him.  It’s a simple proposal, but it’s romantic all the same.  “Y/N, darling, I love you more than anything else in this world.  Marry me, please, my love, make me your husband.”  He proposes after 2ish years of dating, well after he’s gotten over his fear of touch (with you at least)
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Kaz has a reputation for being ruthless and violent, but with you, he’s sweet, tender, and unbelievably gentle.  Once again, once he’s over his phobia, his touch is always gentle and tender.  He never raises his voice at you, he never even thinks about hurting you.  You are his treasure, worth more than any amount of money (and when I say “over his phobia”, I mean he’s comfortable with touching you, I know that he has deep seated trauma that will never go away.  But, in my opinion, Kaz is able to work through his trauma and work towards being able to touch his girl),
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Again, after working through his phobia, Kaz LOVES hugs.  Your arms are a sanctuary, a place where he can ignore the hustle and bustle of Ketterdam, work from the Crow Club and the Dregs, and anything that’s bothering him.  He’ll often come up to you and pull you into his arms, chin resting atop your head.  His hugs are warm and safe, you know that when you’re in his arms, nothing can hurt you
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
After about 8 months, Kaz is at the point that he’s able to hold your hand without his gloves.  You’d been so patient and understanding with him, and he took your hand, risking pressing a kiss to the back of it (something else he’d recently become comfortable with was kissing your cheek and forehead).  “Thank you for being so patient with me, Y/N, I love you so much.  My girl, I love you.”
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Kaz gets jealous very easily.  If anyone gets too close to you, he’s on edge.  Even if it’s Jesper, who has little to no interest in any female, Kaz still is jealous.  He comes to your side, either taking your hand, putting an arm around your shoulders, or pulling you flush against him (depending on where he’s at in terms of working through his trauma)
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Tentative at first, when kissing is new to him.  Light, short pecks on your forehead and cheeks, before progressing to your lips.  Then they linger for a few seconds, mainly on your lips, and eventually, he gets to the point where he wants to kiss you every waking second, lips on yours until he nearly passes out.  Once he’s really comfortable with kissing, his kisses are passionate, the love he has for you palpable in the inches between you.  Kaz likes to kiss you basically everywhere: forehead, cheek, nose, lips, neck, other intimate areas ;D.  He likes to be kissed on the cheek, jaw, neck, lips (duh), and his hands. You’re one of very few people who get to see and touch his hands, so having you kiss them makes his heart flutter
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Honestly, he hates them.  I mean, remember what he said to that little girl in Crooked Kingdom?  He just doesn’t like them, there’s not much room to elaborate on that.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Most mornings, you wake to Kaz’s lips against your temple, his arms around your middle.  “Good morning, my love.”  He is loath to get out of bed in the mornings and leave your embrace, but he’s got a club to run.  Even so, he’ll spend an extra 20 minutes or so just holding you, soaking in your love and presence (This is all after he’s comfortable w/ touch, btw)
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
(Same as above, after Kaz is comfortable w/ touch)  Kaz tends to work late, so most nights, you have to drag him to bed.  You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck.  “Come to bed, Kaz.  It’s late.”  He’ll sigh, moan about how much work he has to do, but he;ll let you herd him into bed
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
A loooooooooong time, both in regards to physical touch and the trauma he’s been through.  You know that he’s been through a lot, and you don’t push him, because you know that Kaz will tell you when he’s ready.  And sure enough, he does.  Slowly, he tells you about Jordie, the plague, how Rollins swindled him, everything about his past.  Time is your best friend in a relationship with Kaz
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
In general, fairly fast, but with you, he’s hardly angry.  On a job, Kaz can’t afford to be too patient, when he needs something, he needs it now, and he’s not afraid to do whatever he needs to get it.  But you’re a different story, with you, Kaz has endless patience.  He might snap at you at the start of your relationship, but he always apologizes immediately afterwards.  Love is new to him, so he needs you to be patient as well.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Kaz has the memory of an elephant, he has to with the jobs he does,  So he remembers every single thing you tell him, important or not.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Cliche, but the first time he kissed you.  Kaz was finally comfortable enough with that level of intimacy, and he’d removed his gloves, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you, a long, sweet, lingering kiss.  He cried, but they were happy tears.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
You’re dating the Bastard of the Barrell, Kaz is insanely protective of you.  Whenever you go somewhere without Kaz, he has a few members of the Dregs trail you, at a distance, just to make sure that if something happens, you’re protected.  But if he can, Kaz goes everywhere with you, you on his arm, glaring at anyone who might dare cross you, as if to say “Hands off, she’s mine”
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Kaz leads a busy life, so proper dates don’t happen all that often.  But when they do, Kaz goes all out, he books a reservation at the best restaurant in Ketterdam, roses, expensive wine, the works.  Other date type things are like a private dinner in his office and simple gifts, like candy and things you’ve mentioned you want
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
It’s not a bad habit, but it’s definitely an obstacle in a relationship: his haphephobia.  He can be a little rough around the edges, and he’s pretty resistant to the idea of a relationship until he realizes how hard he’s fallen for you
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Kaz is always dressed and groomed immaculately.  A fitted three piece suit, his hair slicked back, fedora, leather gloves, shoes shined to a mirror gleam.  He takes pride in his appearance, he came from nothing, and he’s built a little empire for himself, and he’s damn proud of it
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
At first he thinks he wouldn’t, but then there’s a job that goes south, and you get hurt, and I’m talking badly hurt.  Life-threateningly bad.  Nina patches you up in seconds, but you’re unconscious and weak for a few days.  Kaz doesn’t leave your side once, his hand clutching yours.  “Please, Y/N,” he begs to your sleeping form.  “Please be alright.  I can’t live without you.  I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.  Please, wake up, my love.”
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
On your 9 month anniversary, Kaz got a third tattoo.  Above the crow and cup, next to the capital R, now resides your initials
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Kaz cannot be with someone who doesn’t respect his boundaries.  If you take his hand without thinking before he’s alright with it, but release it immediately and apologize, he’s shaken but alright.  But if you do it and don’t let go or don’t apologize, it’s a massive dealbreaker
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Kaz has trouble sleeping in storms, the rain reminds him of the tide on the Reaper’s Barge.  But cuddle him and he’s out like a light
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2jaeh · 3 years
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LITERATURE LESSON | QIAN KUN
genre: drabble, daddy fic
warnings: mature theme with no smut,
Dilf! Kun, Uni! Reader, bff! Chenle
Words: 1,6k
Chenle invites you to do your internship project at his dads publishing house. But with the bad weather and no one but you showing up to his office, Kun decides to get your advice on his...erotic literature novel.
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“Do you have an internship set up yet for the final project ?” You asked while you watched Chenle annihilate yet another player on pubg. The two of you being the anti-social best friends that you were, snuck up to his dorm in order to avoid the career day market that was being held at your university.
“Nah” Chenle simply replied as his face neared his phone screen setting up his next kill, “I think I’m just gonna intern at my dad.”
All you knew about Chenle’s dad was that he was always busy and never home whenever the two of you decided to hang out at Chenle’s place during vacations. You watched as Chenle took yet another victory, finally feeling satisfied enough to set aside his phone and give you his full attention. “Why don’t you come with me to my dads place?” He shrugged.
“I don’t even know what your Dad does Chenle”
“Well he’s not a drug dealer or something”
You flung a pillow at him as Chenle giggled erratically, avoiding the pillow and surrendered by putting his arms above his head.
“Sorry...okay well my dad is an author but he also runs a publishing company” Chenle explained and pulled out a few pictures to give you a better idea of how much really went on at his dads office.
You stretched your arms behind you. “Well I am majoring in journalism this would probably look good on my resume”
“Exactly so are you in ?”
“I’m in! I hope your dad likes me.”
You finally found the publishing house and rung the doorbell, praying to God that you weren’t too early and no one was in yet.
After about two minutes the door finally creaked open and there stood a very dashing man, dressed in shades of brown and pair of spectacles that rested on his sculpted face.
After about two minutes the door finally creaked open and there stood a very dashing man, dressed in shades of brown and pair of spectacles that rested on his sculpted face.
“Y/n right ? Come in come in” the man said quickly shielding you from the droplets of your umbrella and offered to hang up your coat.
“Thank you” you smiled shyly, finally warming up in the cozy hallway that seemed homier than you expected.
The man smiled back, pushing back his blonde hair as he held out his hand to you, “I’m Qian Kun, Chenle’s dad.”
“Oh h-hi sir ...uh Mr Qian” you stumbled over your words.
Kun chuckled and waved his hand in front of him, “please please just call me Kun”
You nodded and pressed your lips together as he gestured you to enter the next room and you expected to see one other person but it was surprisingly empty.
“I guess everyone decided against coming into work today” Kun scratched the back of his head, “the weather is extremely bad I told Chenle to also stay back, I’m surprised you’re even here.”
“Well I thought that he would be here...don’t you guys live together or something ?” You were taken aback by your own bluntness, forgetting you were conversing with someone much older than you.
Kun bit down on his lip and nervously adjusted his turtle neck as this was the first time he met any of Chenle’s friends.
“Well I actually live here, Chenle’s mom and I are separated, he lives with her” Kun carefully explained and you wanted to punch yourself for putting the both of you in this uncomfortable atmosphere.
“Oh....okay well are you closed then ? Do I need to like leave ?” You mumbled as your eyes drifted to the mountains of books that lay around.
“No it’s okay you can stay, it’s way too dangerous to be walking out in weather like this, I’ll find something for you to do y/n” Kun smiled sweetly and you felt yourself blush. He was incredibly handsome and so poised. He looked much younger than you expected, and the way he dressed only accentuated his perfect body. We’re you checking out your best friends dad ?
Kun snapped you out of your daydream and handed you a warm cup of tea as the two of you sat in a mini library. Soft indie music filled the room, harmonizing with the droplets that hit against the window from the outside.
Kun made you do a bit of record keeping for one of the latest books that was about to be published by his company. It seemed all too natural to talk to him and because of your common interests in novels, Kun was quickly impressed with how well you held conversations despite being quite young.
“You have more knowledge on Stephen King than any of my employees here you know that ?” Kun quirked his eyebrow at you.
“I love horror novels, I’m not sure why but the adrenaline it gives me....”
“I appreciate his writing but I can’t stand creepy stuff” Kun shook his head, typing away at his desk.
“Well I don’t only read horror I also prefer romance novels but not the sappy kind” you shrugged as your eyes were still stuck on the book keeping sheet, completely unaware that Kun had stopped typing and was looking over at you.
“Oh? Then what kind of romance ?” He quizzed, resting his elbows on his desk and bit down on his thumb.
You were still in your own bubble unaware that the atmosphere had shifted. You had been talking to Kun for almost 6 hours now and it felt like the most natural thing in the world - as long as you weren’t looking directly at him.
“I like forbidden romance, also I know there’s a stigma around them but erotic novels are actually pretty well written”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah I think it’s pretty amazing how writers can capture passion and...lust like that” you swallowed hard as you now felt the tension in the room.
You turned back to see Kun staring directly back at you, his eyes were narrowed as if he were deep in thought.
“Is...is everything okay?” You asked in a small voice. The way he stared gave you butterflies in your stomach, you had to keep reminding yourself that this was your best friends father.
Kun stood up from his seat and rolled his sleeves up as he began rummaging through a box that sat on a counter top near the foyer. He returned and handed you a small booklet, taking a seat on the couch next to you.
“This is a draft for a novel I was planning on writing but ended up scrapping because the...lewd scenes...were too uncomfortable for me to write” he coughed as he watched your eyes scan the paper.
You cocked your head to the side and nodded as you took in word for word before handing back the script, “it’s not bad it’s just not alluring enough.”
“Alluring ?”
“Yeah” you responded and turned your body to face him, “I think when starting off with a passionate kiss, there needs to be more impact”
You took his warm hand in yours and felt your heart do a somersault but you kept your composure.
“May I demonstrate ?” You bit down on your lip and looked up at him.
“As long as it’s okay with you, by all means please teach me y/n” Kun agreed while his eyes fell down to your plump lips.
You neared his face and kissed him softly, nothing too intense even though it felt like you were on fire. The kiss was simple but the way Kun kissed you made you aware of his experience and it was so goddamn attractive.
“That’s practically how you wrote their passionate kiss, it’s good but it can be a lot better” you explained and before you could let go of his hand Kun tugged you a bit closer,
“Well then y/n, show me” he said lowly as he licked his lips.
You responded by straddling his lap and allowed him to shift a bit lower, enough for your eyes to meet his. Kun raised his eyebrow, waiting for your next instruction like a model student.
“Grab my thighs” you whispered into his ear and he listened, immediately squeezing your thighs as you unconsciously let out a moan. Kun smirked up at you as you composed yourself and wrapped an arm around his neck and the other tangled with his hair.
You pressed your lips to his, this time harsher than before and without any instruction Kun took the lead in the kiss and the lesson became the real thing. Kun pulled you closer to his body and when his hand found your ass your gasp allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth, completely dominating you.
It seemed like hours you two were in that position, completely lost in the kiss and each other. Kun felt almost brand new. He was a very reserved person and he would never do something like this but he was enamored by your presence. All he wanted was more.
You finally broke the kiss as you needed to catch your breath. You still sat in Kuns lap, legs on either side of him as you ran your hands down his toned body and bit your lip.
“You know I could teach you more about erotic literature if you want Mr Qian” you purred.
“Well there’s so much I clearly need to learn from you y/n lets get to work.”
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mercy-burning · 3 years
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Incredible
Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Professor!Spencer sparks a connection with a spunky student. Category: FLUFF (of the spicy variety, so I’d rate it PG-13) Warnings: Adults with age gap (Reader is in her early 20s), language, flirting, making out, a brief mention of oral sex Word Count: 8.7k
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Full Request: “...Okay so prof/student, and reader is so badass, has tattoos, flirt all the time, but like hate everybody except spencer, and he loves that she is so different, intriguing, dark and touchy? But like everyone in spencer life thinks that she’s using him, because of her grades, and also because they are “so different” but like they love each other, so she makes a big gesture and says fuck all of you, I love him and it’s the only thing that matters, and spencer is like heart eyes” —Anonymous
NOTE: My first go at Professor!Spencer! This is a favorite trope of mine, so I loved finally getting to delve into it myself. I hope I did it justice! Also, the original title for this was “Bad For You” and it was supposed to be a little different, but it went in a different direction than I was intending. I still hope it’s okay though!
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Truthfully, the first time she showed up in his classroom he had a feeling. It was a feeling he didn't get very often, therefore he wasn't sure what to make of it. All he knew was that when she sat down in the front row, all the way on the right, keeping to herself, he just felt that there was something special about her.
The obvious reasoning behind this newfound feeling was most likely the multiple tattoos that adorned her skin, and the flashy, attention-grabbing makeup that surrounded her eyes and lips, but as the semester progressed, Spencer started to realize her academic confidence was taking hold of most of his attention. Sure, she stood out in the crowd, completely different from anyone else who'd entered his classroom, and without a doubt one of the most stunning women he'd ever seen. But rather than scrolling through her phone while waiting for class to start each morning, she brought out a book to read or notes to study or something else to keep her busy. If anything else, yes, he admired her work ethic, at least what he could see of it.
And as time progressed, he'd come to see her succeeding more in his class than almost anyone else. Under normal circumstances, it would have been all good and plenty, but as it turned out, Y/N was anything but normal.
The first... incident happened not long after the first week of the semester, and a group of other girls were sitting next to Y/N. Class would start in close to five minutes, and students were still filing in while the group was having a rather... interesting conversation.
Spencer had had a feeling about what it was pertaining to, but his suspicions were confirmed the second he heard Y/N's voice, loud and clear.
"For the love of God, if you're gonna talk about him like he's a hot piece of ass right in front of him, you might as well shout it from the rooftops."
He looked up to see she hadn't lifted her head from the book she was reading as she said it, flipping a page half-way through her tangent and looking unbothered, despite the connotations of her words.
Rather than being upset at her, like he figured most girls in their situation would, they all stayed silent the rest of the time and barely looked anyone in the eye.
The moment Y/N realized she had them, Spencer noticed a small smirk on her face.
Class ended about forty minutes later, and just as the bell rang, he called out.
"Uh, Y/N, could I speak to you for a second?"
She looked up at him for a brief second before nodding, and even though mostly everyone in the classroom laid out a chorus of Oooohs, she still managed to look unbothered. In fact, he could have sworn he noticed her roll her eyes for just a split second.
She packed up her things and waited for everyone to leave. And as she approached him finally, Spencer felt a slight twist in his stomach at the way she did it, her expression somewhat worrisome despite her show of confidence earlier.
"Hey," she greeted plainly. Her hands clutched onto the strap of her bag so tightly her tattooed hands looked almost pale.
"Y/N," he greeted back. "I, uh... I'm not sure exactly what happened before class, but—"
"Yeah, I know. I shouldn't have said anything, it was probably rude embarrass them like that, but it was rude of them to talk about you like that right in front of you."
Spencer paused, not really sure how to respond other than to nod. "Well, uh... I... Thank you, I appreciate that."
"Besides, they're only auditing anyway, it's not like they actually care about the subject. I mean, c'mon, if you're gonna verbally daydream about sucking your professor's dick while he's standing right in front of you, you should at least have the decency to give a shit about what he's taking time out of his day to teach you."
Well... That certainly hasn't been what he was expecting. With eyes wide and hands starting to sweat, Spencer tried to think of how to respond, but came up short. But he had to say something, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.
"I appreciate your honesty."
Y/N smiled at him. It was a genuine smile that he hadn't seen, and he wished he could see it a thousand times over.
"Well, then, Sir, can I tell you something in all honesty?"
"Always."
She looked him up and down for a moment, his heart involuntarily swelling at the way her eyes raked over him with somewhat of a mischievous gleam. "You are a hot piece of ass. And I give a shit about what you're taking time out of your day to teach me. Thank you for that."
Without another word, she turned away and walked off, leaving him with a dropped jaw that slowly transformed into an amused smile.
Two days later, a Friday to be exact, Y/N showed up a few minutes early as she had every Friday prior. Spencer turned to give her a kind smile, but she didn't look up. She promptly sat down in her seat and got out a book, finding her page and leaning back in her seat.
He didn't want to interrupt, but still he offered a bright, "Good morning," and took the chance that she might offer him a greeting back.
She did glance up from her book, following it with a little smirk and a wink. And just as quickly as it came and went, she started reading again, almost as if the greeting had never happened.
"What are you reading?" he asked before he could stop himself.
Y/N didn't look up this time. But she said, "The Da Vinci Code."
"Oh," he responded, happy he'd even gotten an answer at all. "I've never heard of it."
This time she did look up. And she looked highly amused. "You've never heard of The Da Vinci Code? Not even the movie?"
Since they were looking at each other now, Spencer only shook his head.
"Seriously?" Y/N pressed, tilting her head to the side.
"Seriously. What's it about?"
She simply stared at him some more, and he figured it was still shock over his cluelessness when it came to The Da Vinci Code, but something about the look on her face said it was something else. Something more... devious.
Finally, she said, "I'm not gonna tell you." And then she went back to reading.
He should have left it at that, should have just moved on, but he couldn't help himself. So he pressed further. "Why not?"
Y/N looked up again, and then she closed the book. "Because if it's seriously taken you this long to even hear the name of the book, or the movie, then maybe it's just not your thing."
"Well, Y/N, truth be told, there's a lot in modern pop culture that I don't know about, so... That might not be true."
The two of them held gazes for a few seconds, just completely... captivated by each other in ways neither of them had experienced or could explain. He was in awe of her blunt and snarky presence, and she was utterly taken with his modern naivete.
When she repeated his words from the day before, "I appreciate your honesty," and smiled wickedly at him, he smiled back and almost fell to his knees.
Then students started to come into class and Y/N looked down at her book, which she seemed to have forgotten that she closed, because she actually blushed and fumbled getting it open quickly, obviously not as smooth as she'd always been.
The sight made Spencer's heart flutter.
Once class ended, he looked up to see Y/N standing at his desk and holding out her book. "Here. You should read it."
"Oh, I—I can find my own copy, I— You're reading it, I couldn't..."
Y/N huffed a laugh. "I've read it like five times already, I practically have the entire thing memorized. Just give it back when you're done."
He took the book with a smile. "Well, I have just a bit of paperwork to get done, but after that I'm good to go, so if you come by at the end of the day, I can give it to you then."
She blinked at him, and for a few moments neither of them said anything.
"Oh, I, uh... I read fast," is all Spencer said to explain himself.
Y/N nodded and glanced up at the clock above his head. "Oh. Ha. Right, of course you do. Um, I'll, uh... I'll come back, then. Professor."
The title falling from her lips would have ruined him completely had she stayed any longer, but again, she walked away without another word or glance, and it left him breathless.
There was a point, later on in the day when she came back to get her book, where he'd left her equally as breathless.
He was flipping through pages at light speed, and he didn't even notice her come in and sit down in the chair across from his desk. She sat there for a good two minutes, just watching him flipping pages and muttering silent words to himself, completely unaware of her presence. She'd seen him concentrating before, grading papers while the class was taking quizzes and such, but she'd never been able to study him for more than a few seconds at a time, and as she'd deduced before, it was extremely captivating.
He was extremely captivating. And she told him as much.
Kind of.
"Look at you go," she mused, leaning forward on his desk and resting her chin in her hands.
Spencer jumped, sliding the book so it hit her elbows, and she laughed.
"Y/N, you scared me!" he gasped, clutching at his chest with his right hand. "Ho—how long have you been there?"
"A few minutes. I would've stopped you but you looked like you were in the zooone." Her fingers wiggled and tapped across her cheeks as her face still rested in her palms. A huge smile played at her lips, and despite almost being scared to death, Spencer found himself growing warmer at her amused self.
"Yeah, I guess I was," he stated, bringing his hands to slide the book back to him. He looked down at it for a moment before smiling. "I was actually re-reading it for a third time. After the first I went back to look at the notes I took, and after going through them pretty thoroughly I applied some..."
As he rambled on about the process in which he read, Y/N found herself in an even deeper trance than before. She wished more than anything that she could have payed attention to his words, so she could have a discussion about her favorite book with him, but his passion and commitment to something he didn't even know about until earlier in the day, much less something she of all people just threw at him, was just so...
"Doctor Reid?" she interrupted, almost slipping out of her hands when he stopped and tilted his head, suddenly invested in what she had to say. "Can I stop you for a second?"
"Oh.. Was I going too far? I'm sorry, as you know I tend to ramble quite a bit sometimes, and I know it can be a bit much..."
"No, that's not it. I've... gotta be honest with you about something."
"Hmm?"
She leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table and searching his eyes for a moment before speaking again. "I didn't hear a single word you just said. And I promise it's not because I'm not interested in having this conversation about The Da Vinci Code, it's... something else."
"What's wrong?"
He seemed genuinely concerned, and equally as clueless, and it did things to her insides that she hadn't felt with anyone in... well, ever.
"What's wrong is that I hate everybody. Well, hate is a strong word, and I only mean pretty much everybody that goes to school here, anyway, and it's been that way ever since my Freshman year. And yet... Somehow, I end up with this class, and in almost no time at all you've managed to learn more about me than anyone I've ever met in my three years here."
"Well... I—I'm an educator, I... it's my job to somewhat know my students."
"No, it's your job to teach me. Any other professor would have chewed my ass for saying what I said the other day, and instead you... well... I don't really know what that was the other day, but I didn't get in trouble for it. And then today you actively asked me about what I was reading and genuinely took interest in something you'd never even heard of before... And then you..." She threw her hands in the air. "You fucking read my favorite book three whole times in one day and took notes on it... Seriously, who... Who are you?"
Spencer wasn't sure what to say. Especially when all he wanted to do in that moment was tell her to keep talking to him. He found that he loved when she talked. Even when she was trying to figure him out, to understand why she'd been completely flipped inside and out by a man that was at least 20 years older than her.
Especially considering that on paper, the two of them didn't look like a conventional pair. He was tall, lean, and structurally beautiful in all the right ways, where as she was closed off and beautifully stand-offish. His skin was clear of anything and hers was adorned with tens of tattoos. His clothes were always formal and neat, while hers consisted of only jeans and plain tees and long sleeves.
If anyone saw them together, it wouldn't have made sense.
They both knew this, and yet...
"I am... utterly enchanted by you," Spencer said without thinking. He didn't have to. it was the truth.
Y/N's shoulders slumped, as if some sort of weight had been lifted from them. She smirked a little. "And I am... strangely not indifferent to you."
"Uh... Thanks?"
She laughed, genuinely laughed, and stood up. "That's a compliment, Doctor. A very good compliment."
That mischievous smile of hers returned, and it made his stomach turn over again, his own smile never wavering, and conveying every sense of wonderment that it could.
"I know this might be... unprofessional... And we definitely shouldn't do anything on school property, but... Would you maybe want to, uh... go get coffee or something some time this weekend?" he asked, trying his hardest not to feel small around her big personality.
"What, to discuss The Da Vinci Code, or to go on a date?"
By the look on her face, it was obvious that she knew they couldn't call it a date. As long as they were professionally involved like this, an actual date could never be on the table. But it seemed to be in her... rather playful nature to suggest it anyway.
The thought made his heart flutter again. Still, he said simply with a knowing smile, "To discuss The Da Vinci Code."
She nodded, throwing her bag over her shoulder and getting ready to leave. "Fine. But just so you're aware, there won't be anything stopping me from zoning out and staring at your beautiful face from time to time."
With all the truth in the world, he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
***
His middle finger tapped incessantly on the cool, wood surface of the picnic table in the park. It wasn't ideal to meet this far away from the nearest parking lot, but the little spot was far enough away that he was positive no one would see him meeting his student for lunch—a lunch she offered to bring despite his insisting on paying for food. In the end, it was clear that Y/N was more stubborn than he was.
That excited him.
Speaking of excitement, the moment he spotted her walking into sight, his heart rate picked up. And at the powerful surge of butterflies that swarmed in his stomach, he mentally berated himself for even feeling that way.
This was not a date.
And just when he thought he had things under control, she finally reached the table, set down a brown paper bag, and flashed him the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. Her hair was up in a low ponytail with small strands of hair sticking out and blowing in the light breeze. She wore jeans and a tight lavender tee shirt that ended just above her navel, and it had the word "Wednesday" printed on it in black block letters. It wasn't Wednesday, which equally confused and amused him, though because he'd already found her personality amusing enough, what she wore didn't matter.
Except... the more he took her in the more it really did matter, because he noticed more tattoos, which where usually covered with long sleeves and jackets, most likely as requested by the university. But under the soft glow of the September sun, he could clearly see a collage of tattoos running up her left side, disappearing under her shirt. Where it ended, he wasn't sure, but he couldn't dwell on it for too long, or he was afraid the mental images would turn his brain to mush.
Obviously he couldn't do that.
"Hey'a, Professor," she said with a little wink as she took a seat across from him.
"P—please. Outside the classroom, just Spencer is fine."
She gave him a knowing smirk and simply stated, "Okay," though there was nothing simple about it. Her words had an effect on him, and she knew how to play them to her advantage.
But she was apparently in the mood to be nice today, at least for now. Because she peeled back her playful tone and revealed something more friendly. Simple. She tilted the bag towards him and nodded.
"I brought us some subs, as requested. I hope I got your order right."
"I'm sure it's fine. Thank you."
Attempting to keep his cool around her, Spencer remained quiet as they ate. He also avoided looking at her for too long, because every time he did catch her eye she was staring at him, obviously amused as she finished off her sandwich.
But of course, at some point one of them needed to speak. Right?
So he took a sip of water and cleared his throat. "It's uh... It's really nice out today, yeah?"
Y/N laughed, tilting her head to the side and giving him a look that almost sent him flying backwards. "If that was you attempting to break the ice, Spencer, it was completely adorable... If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were nervous."
"I—No, I'm not nervous, wh—why would you think that?"
"Because you can barely look me in the eye, and then the first thing you say to me when we're finished eating is about the weather..."
She raised her eyebrow then, giving him ample opportunity to explain. So he sighed, a rather embarrassed laugh escaping his lips. "I'm sorry, it's just... You're kind of intimidating."
She gave another laugh, one that made his heart soar higher every time he heard it. "Oh please! You're my hot professor, if anything you should be the intimidating one here."
It was his turn to laugh. "Y/N, believe me, if you really knew me, you'd know I'm probably one of the least intimidating people on the planet."
There was a long pause before she nodded, a soft smile forming on her lips. "Well, then, maybe I should get to know you..."
Despite the tugging in the back of his mind that said it was a bad idea to form this close of a relationship with one of his students, especially one who made him feel all warm and fiery inside, he found himself smiling back in agreement.
***
The sun was setting by the time Spencer walked her back to her car. And after dropping off their garbage at one of the public trash bins, he found the walk rather calming. The breeze picked up a bit, somewhat settling the fire in the pit of his stomach as she talked to him about The Da Vinci Code. And then there was the fact that they'd actually spent hours talking, so much so that they hadn't even realized how late it had gotten. Needless to say, it was extremely rare for Spencer to find that type of connection to someone, the type that allowed him to speak back and forth so easily and without regret or embarrassment.
He was thinking about how nice that was when they finally stopped. In front of a motorcycle.
"Is... Wait, this is yours?" he asked her, obviously shocked but more disappointed that he hadn't guessed sooner, and probably a little too turned on than was appropriate.
"Yep," Y/N said proudly, tapping the glinting black metal. "It was a high school graduation present from my mom. She and I used to build motorcycles when I was growing up, and when we moved to the city it got pushed to the backburner. But I love this bike, I ride it everywhere."
"That's... Wow. That's nice." It was really all he could think to say as he looked at the bike and nowhere else. Because if he looked at her, especially standing next to the bike, it was sure to spell out disaster.
"So, where'd you park?" Y/N asked, pulling him from his trance.
"O—Oh. Um, I didn't. I took the train."
He didn't fully realize the weight of his words until a devious smile played at her lips. "Oh? Well... Do you want a ride home?"
"No! Uh... No, I can... I can take the train, it's not a big deal. Th—thank you though."
Despite his better judgement, Spencer looked up at her, and before him was a beautiful young woman with a gleam in her eyes and a pout on her lips that would have destroyed any man in a matter of seconds. Her hand was outstretched, dangling a shiny silver helmet from her fingers. It glinted in the soft orange glow of the sunset, tempting him in the most evil way possible.
"You've been so good to me, Professor. Let me take you home."
At this point, he had no idea whether or not she meant her words to sound as seductive as he'd heard them. His brain screamed, No! but... In the end he knew she was only being nice. She had to be... But it's not safe! Do you know how many motorcycle accidents there are per year?
Before he could stop himself, he sighed and took the helmet from her hands. "A—Are you sure?"
All his reservations were worth it to see the beaming, toothy smile that she gave him right then. "Of course! Besides, who wants to ride the train home for the thousandth time when you could ride a kickass motorcycle instead?"
He put the helmet on, laughing along with her though deep inside he was more than a little terrified. He'd never been on a motorcycle before— it wasn't ever something he thought about. And now he was about to get on the back of one with his student, who had tattoos and spunk and just about everything he didn't. She was incredibly pretty and smart, and now he was learning that she was a total badass in somewhat of a traditional sense as well.
Y/N climbed onto the bike and nodded at him to get on behind her. Thankfully she wasn't able to see how incredibly awkward he felt getting on, scooting up to press himself to her back and figuring out where to rest his hands.
"A couple rules," she said, taking the key from her pocket. "One: I need to know where you live."
"O—Oh, right."
He told her and then she nodded. "Good. I know where that is. Rule two: Try not to adjust yourself too much, it could throw us off. But honestly you don't have to worry about that. As long as you hang on to me, you'll be just fine."
"O—Okay. How should I, um..."
With a small laugh, Y/N reached behind her and grabbed his arms, bringing them around to her front. His stomach flipped at her touch, even long after it was gone.
"Hang on as tight as you need to, got it?" she called to him
"Okay."
"Good. Now. Final rule. Have fun. Look around. Feel the wind in your hair."
"But I'm wearing a helmet..."
Y/N started the bike then, and he jumped, bringing himself closer and squeezing her tightly. His face nestled into her neck as best as he could without distracting her, though she didn't seem phased by it in the least.
"You know what I mean," she called out to him. "You ready, Professor?"
"I think so!" he called back, squeezing his eyes shut despite her final rule.
"Alright, we're off!"
The bike lurched forward a few seconds later, and it took everything Spencer had not to yelp. He wasn't sure how tightly he clung to Y/N but as long as they were still going, he figured it was okay.
It was colder suddenly, and he knew that they were moving at a decent speed. So he took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, seeing buildings and trees go by in a flash. But the longer they rode around town, the easier he found it to breathe. While his grip around Y/N's front was still fairly tight, he'd definitely loosened up a little, and she could tell. His head was turning from side to side, looking at just about everything he could, and she couldn't see it, but he was smiling wide the whole time.
It was exhilarating. It was fun. And he couldn't remember the last time he had this much genuine fun, all worries completely erased from the mind and replaced with silent whoops of joy.
And then they stopped outside his apartment, and once the loud rumbling of the bike silenced, leaving his ears with a low thumping beat that raced alongside his heart, Spencer finally loosened his grip on Y/N completely. He got off the bike and whipped the helmet off, blood rushing through his veins like he'd just fallen out of an airplane.
He paced on the sidewalk, waiting for Y/N to put the bike in park and get off, and truthfully she was a little nervous. It was definitely weird giving your professor a ride home on your motorcycle, not to mention the added obvious sexual tension between you that shouldn't be there at all. She wondered if maybe she crossed a line, and she chewed her lip nervously as she stepped onto the sidewalk.
"Spencer?" she called out softly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm..." He stopped pacing and ran his hands through his hair, which was already pretty wild after being under the helmet— which was currently on the sidewalk.
Great, Y/N thought, I fucked up big time...
But he laughed, a wide smile adorning his pretty features as he looked at her. "I'm fantastic! Y/N, that was.. I can't believe I've never done that before! We weren't even going that fast, but it felt like we were flying!" He laughed then, the sound bringing a relieved smile to her face. And then he took a step closer to her and the relief quickly transformed into genuine joy and contentment.
"That was... incredible," Spencer breathed, his smile never faltering. "You... You're incredible."
She was going to thank him, but before she could say anything he strode to her in two steps and brought her face to his in a searing kiss.
Searing... That's exactly what it was, too. Y/N whimpered into his mouth at his intensity, the way his hands dwarfed the sides of her head and the way his lips moved feverishly against hers. She slipped her hands into his back pockets and brought him closer, her touch jolting him forward and walking them back over to the bike. They stumbled a bit before Y/N was able to gently lean against it.
Meanwhile Spencer couldn't contain himself. By now he was consumed in this fire that she'd set within him, burning down his every defense and sense of logic. He couldn't get enough of her, the way her hands kneaded his ass through his pockets, and how her tongue perfectly collided with his in every way. Each little moan and whimper she let out into his mouth spurred him forward until his fingers were threading into her hair, loosening her ponytail and no doubt gently tugging at her scalp.
If that bothered her, she didn't let on, her hunger matching his in every way.
Eventually, though, she felt herself leaning back too much, and she brought her hands out of his pockets to gently brace herself on the bike, steadying them.
But that didn't slow them down in the least. Truthfully, they weren't sure if they'd ever stop, drinking each other up right there as a few cars went by and the sun set behind them.
It wasn't until Spencer moved one of his hands down to her hip, searching for bare skin, fingers slowly sliding their way farther up her side, when a chorus of, "Ow ow owwww"s and whistles and hollers sounded behind them. He pulled away rather quickly, Y/N's teeth pulling at his bottom lip before he saw a truck full of teenagers whizzing past. They honked their horn and continued hollering until they rounded the corner, and by then the fire in his veins had significantly simmered.
He stepped away from her completely, combing through his hair and blinking, trying to collect his thoughts. But they came out as a jumbled mess. "I'm.. We shouldn't ha... I'm sorry... Y/N, that..."
"I—I know..." is all she said, still bracing herself on the bike.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, trying hard not to look at her. She was obviously rattled, though he thought she didn't mind. In fact, he was pretty sure by the way she was looking at him right then that she was ready to continue what they started, though she didn't do anything about it.
She did say, though, "It's okay. I'll, uh... See you Monday."
"Y—Yeah. Monday... Thanks f—for the ride."
His whole body was numb, fuzzy as she finally moved, walking over to her helmet and picking it up. She put it on and sat on the bike, putting the key in ignition before turning to him one last time and saying two words that sure enough ignited the fire again.
"Anytime, Spencer."
Long after she sped off around the corner, out of sight but most certainly not out of mind, he stood there on the sidewalk, his lips burning and his heart racing.
***
He wasn't sure what to expect on Monday, save for inevitable awkwardness between them, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see Y/N walk into the classroom early that morning with a box in her hands.
"Before you say anything, I just want to disclose that I'm willing to not make things weird," she announced as she made her way over to his desk. She set the box down, revealing six chocolate-frosted donuts with sprinkles. "You said you liked these the other day, so I brought some as a gift... You know, to... apologize."
"Oh, Y/N, you... You don't hav—"
"No. Please, just... Look, I didn't realize it at the time, because for a moment you weren't my professor, you were... You were my friend. And I know now that insisting to let me take you home was less than professional, and I'm sorry. I really was just trying to be nice, but I... I shouldn't have..."
"Y/N, I... kissed you... I'm the one who should apologize for being unprofessional. Really, I don't... I don't know what happened, I just..."
"Adrenaline... You... You were exhilarated and happy, and there was obvious chemistry between us that wouldn't have gotten that far if I hadn't asked you to hop on my bike, so... I'm sorry."
They both looked around, hoping it was still too early for anyone to show up, and then Spencer sighed, looking down at the donuts. "I shouldn't have asked you to lunch in the first place. I... I do want to have a connection with my students, but that's not... That wasn't my intention. I crossed a line I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."
Y/N sighed, taking a donut from the box. "You know, we can't keep apologizing back and forth like this... So... Can we call it even? We're both sorry, we both fucked up, and we both promise to... act like it never happened?"
"Is... that what you want?" he asked softly, not entirely bringing his head up to look at her, but looking at her through his eyelashes.
His gaze sent a course of butterflies through her stomach, and she hated it. She hated that she was growing fond of her hot professor and that she couldn't stop thinking about his lips on hers and what they'd feel like roaming other places on her body— more specifically, over the tattoos on her skin that she always found him staring at from time to time. She hated that he was charming and pretty and smart, and she hated that he gave a shit about her.
That's why her throat burned like acid when she lied. "Yes. That's what I want."
And for the sake of professionalism, he was inclined to believe her, even though deep down his heart knew that she was lying to him. "Alright then. Thank you for the donuts."
She smiled, trying not to shake as she held her donut up in the air. "Anytime, Professor."
Then she took a bite and walked to her seat, the two of them eating in silence while they waited for class to start
***
The next two weeks went by seemingly slower and slower by the second. If it were a normal situation, Spencer and Y/N going back to their normal student-teacher routine would have been a good thing. And in a way, it most certainly was. However, they both felt plagued by their distance in a way that hadn't been so daunting in a long time.
Almost every day the girls behind Y/N would continue talking about their professor (quieter this time, though still loud enough that she could hear for herself). And every time they did, her thoughts inevitably dragged back to his lips on hers, soft and hard all at the same time, a feeling she knew she'd never be able to experience again. And then she'd glance up at him, seeing him concentrate as he graded papers or read a book, and her insides would burn once more, a reminder of everything she couldn't have.
Likewise, Spencer would be lecturing, glance over at Y/N by happenstance, and that low simmer returned to his veins, begging him to turn back now or re-enter the dark cloud of desire that threatened to ruin his career. He was thankfully able to recover quickly, though not without trying to quell the heat that flooded through his body at the remembrance of her kisses.
Each day was like a ticking time bomb. They waited until the semester was over— hopefully they wouldn't have to see each other and all could have been forgotten. But the days didn't want to fly. They wanted to ride on the back of a snail, just slugging along until it was almost painful to experience.
Even still, Spencer and Y/N went about their days until the semester was one week away from finishing.
It was Monday, class was just about to end, and then he called her over while everyone was chatting amongst themselves.
To say she was nervous was an understatement. Nonetheless, she made her way to his desk with as much normalcy as possible, and the closer she got to him, the warmer she got. It was exhausting, really.
"What's up?" she asked blankly.
"I just wanted to... congratulate you on your work. Truthfully, you've exceeded just about everyone else in terms of quiz and test scores, your work ethic is above average from what I've seen in most students... You're smart,, and you know the material really well. And... A colleague of mine and I are attending a seminar on profiling in New York, and I think you should come with. Present your final essay to the group."
Y/N blinked a few times. "Wait... You're serious?"
"Mhm. I've showed your work to my colleagues and they're all impressed by you. I'm... not exactly sure what your plans for your future are, but I really think you have something special here. And if... If it's not something that interests you, at least consider coming to the seminar anyway. Regardless, your work is exceptional and I think you should be proud of it. I... I know I am..."
The bell rang then, and everyone filtered out as Y/N stood there awkwardly, thinking everything over.
"I don't need an answer right away, but the seminar is on Saturday, so any time before then would be great. Think about it?"
She looked around to make sure no one was around before speaking, her throat tight. "You're not... just saying this because of... what we did? I mean, you really think I'm... I'm good enough to do this?"
Spencer's eyes softened, and against his better judgement, he reached a hand out to touch her shoulder. "I really do. I wasn't lying, you're exceptionally smart and you really could have a future in the FBI, not even as a profiler if you don't want to. But as always, it's your decision. All I'm asking is that you take some time to think about it. Is that okay?"
Y/N always knew that despite the attraction they had to each other, Spencer was a professional first, and he always did encourage her in her studies. She knew he saw something in her, something bright and worth teaching, worth growing, and in that moment, that's what his eyes conveyed. He truly believed in her, not because—or even in spite—of the forbidden moments and feelings they shared, but in addition to them. If anything their feelings were considered the addition here. Because while, yes, their bodies were buzzing at proximity to one another, their heads and their hearts were more connected in that moment than anything, with sheer understanding and care and belief for one another that extended past physical attraction.
Y/N smiled, nodding. "Okay. But I don't need to think about it. I'll go."
"Are you sure? You really don't have to say yes if you don't wa—"
"Yes. I'm sure. A—And thank you, Sp—ah, Professor. I... Thank you." She laughed a little, possibly the most flushed she'd ever been around him, and it made him smile
"Of course."
***
One thing they didn't really put into consideration was the fact that the semester was now over.
It was Saturday, the morning of the seminar, and Y/N was scheduled to fly with Spencer and his colleague, Doctor Tara Lewis, to New York City. Currently, Dr. Lewis was asleep, on the other side of the jet, and Y/N and Spencer were left awake, sitting across from each other and completely buzzing with energy.
You could see why this might have been a problem they hadn't considered.
Y/N wasn't technically his student anymore, and they'd became well aware of the fact after she showed up at the BAU, where she met the rest of Spencer's co-workers and friends. His family, from all she'd heard. And there was a conversation she couldn't help but overhear after they were soon set to leave.
"Now I know why you really brought her along." The voice belonged to Luke Alvez. She was sure of it— his voice was hard to forget. Especially when it was laced with suggestion.
"What do you mean?" Spencer asked.
As cute as his cluelessness was, Y/N couldn't help the bubbles of nerves that erupted  throughout her body like a torpedo shooting through water.
"You couldn't be more obvious if you tried, man. Sure, she's smart, and we all know it. But if what you've told us is true, she's also Mystery Motorcycle Mama."
"Wha—How do you know that?" Spencer exclaimed, obviously a little worried. Y/N couldn't say she blamed him.
"Oh, come on, a woman looking like that shows up, you expect me not to believe she's the one you made out with on the street? It wasn't hard to figure out."
The fact that he'd even told someone about that made her nerves rise. She'd wanted to talk to her mom about it for weeks but thought it might have caused trouble, too scared to even think about it.
Luke quelled some of the nervous tension though, when he said, "Don't worry about it, first of all, no one is going to say anything. Okay, and secondly, technically she's not your student anymore... What's stopping you?"
"W— She's a student, first of all, and... I don't know, we've finally gotten back to normal, I don't... I don't want to jeopardize that, especially now that we're going on this... trip together..."
This trip together... Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek, suddenly feeling a little warmer and a whole lot more anxious. It wasn't bad, though, more thoughtful. If anything she was interested to see how he'd react around her now that their professional relationship had somewhat come to a halt.
And now they were staring at each other on the jet. Y/N's fingers tapped gently against the table while Spencer's knee bounced rapidly. They were only twenty minutes out, and since they were on the jet it wouldn't be a long flight. But once again, time wouldn't fly. The only difference was, now there was nothing really standing in their path aside from the obvious taboo of it all. People always heard about teachers that got with former students, and it was always so scandalous.
And while it was obvious that they wouldn't be able to publicly say they were 'together', there was something like a barrier between them that had been shattered, or at least see-through in a way that it hadn't been before. It was a little easier to breathe, even, though they still somehow managed to take each others' breath away. It was always just a look, a little smile in the other person's direction, and all ability to function was gone.
The fact that they were still so captivated by each other, even through all the awkwardness and worry, was something that gave them hope. Hope that once this was all over and there was absolutely nothing stopping them from being together, they could still find their way back, and be just as connected to and enchanted by each other as they'd always been.
But for now, at least, they still had this seminar, something he'd only invited her to because of her academic achievements. And because of that, whatever happened between them had to be strictly professional
As if they hadn't already spent almost an entire semester repressing their feelings and only visiting each other in dreams.
***
The group spent the majority of the day getting a tour of the campus they were visiting. Their actual presentations wouldn't start until 7pm, where they'd speak in an auditorium that very much reminded Spencer of his own classroom.
After lunch, some more touring, and then dinner, the three of them found themselves back at their rooms, going over the material. Of course, Tara and Spencer were naturals since they'd both done a handful of teaching, but Y/N was nervous. She'd never given a big presentation like this before, even if it was only just reading sections of her essay that coincided with what Tara and Spencer were talking about.
"It's dumb," she said, slamming her papers on Tara's bed. "I shouldn't be this nervous about reading in front of people, especially since I'm such a goddamned delight in regular conversation."
Tara laughed. "You'll be great, I promise. You've read through it a million times, and even if you don't have it memorized, it'll be right there for you if you need it."
"I... I know." She started pacing a little, trying to even out her breathing. "But I... I've never done anything like this before and I... I don't want to mess up. I mean, Spencer believes in me, enough to have wanted me here, and I don't want... I don't want to let him down."
"You won't. Do... you know how I know?"
Y/N shook her head and sat down next to Tara, smoothing out the skirt she had on. She never wore skirts. She could have worn pants, but something pulled her to the short black fabric, and right now she didn't want to think about what that was. All she wanted to do was focus on calming her nerves.
"I know because... in the little amount of time that I've known you, I can tell how dedicated you are. How strong and smart you are. You know how to hold a room, and you know how to talk to people. And it helps that you know what you're talking about... You do know what you're talking about, right?"
Y/N laughed, genuinely laughed, and nodded.
"Then there you go. You'll be a natural."
The fact that one of Spencer's colleagues, whom he seemed to trust wholeheartedly, believed in her just as much, saw the same talent and dedication that he did, eased her troubled mind quite easily. She thought the worst was over, and to some degree it was.
She wasn't nervous anymore, worried that she'd disappoint Spencer, though when he knocked, came into her and Tara's room, and stopped, looking Y/N up and down with an enrapturement she hadn't seen on anyone's face before, her stomach dropped.
That look? It had been precisely why her mind begged her to put the skirt on instead of the pants.
The black velvet fabric was tight and ended mid-thigh, revealing half of a tattoo she had hidden— black and lavender flowers that matched the color of her blouse. It was a long-sleeve turtleneck that covered the tattoos on her arms and neck, but hugged her figure beautifully. Her hair was pinned up elegantly, loose strands framing the front of her face and big golden hoops dangling from her ears. Her face was completely void of the vivid makeup she always wore, replaced with a shiny, sheer lip gloss and simple eyeliner and mascara. The one thing that stood out, other than the tattoos visible on her thigh and her hands, was a golden eyebrow ring that glinted under the dim light of the hotel bedroom.
She was easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
And he had to stop himself from falling to his knees as he cleared his throat to talk. "Um, it's time to go."
The two of them were glad to have Tara as a buffer, because her "Alright, let's get going," while ushering them out the door made breathing a little easier.
So yes, Y/N certainly wasn't nervous about speaking in front of the crowd anymore. Rather, she was eager to see how focused Spencer would be during the presentation. It was hard enough for him to teach whenever she wore a particularly low-cut top in class—of course she noticed—so seeing her that closely, having her right there within his reach as they taught together, presented a jolt of excitement that gave her an extra boost of confidence.
Admittedly, though, the way she felt his eyes burn into her every cell made it extremely hard to concentrate on anything.
Nonetheless, Y/N, Spencer, and Tara eventually found themselves standing in front of maybe fifty people, students and administrators alike. Y/N swallowed hard, trying to push down any nerves that arose just then, but a soft hand at her lower back centered her.
"You're going to be great," Spencer whispered in her ear, his thumb gently stroking her back. She took a deep breath and nodded, feeling... thankful, in more ways than one.
The actual presentation itself was a breeze. With one encouraging nod from both Spencer and Tara, Y/N stood at one of the podiums and read off sections of her essay with clarity and confidence. Even though it was only a few paragraphs at a time, few and far in between when coupled with Spencer and Tara's detailed, more experienced presentations, Y/N was immensely proud of herself.
She felt like she belonged there. Not like in school, where everybody judged her because she was a loner. Here she didn't stand out, at least not in a jarring or negative way.
And Spencer could see all of it. As she stood there, speaking to the crowd, he took in her confidence, basking in it like it was the sun. Like she was the sun.
They took questions for a few minutes, and Y/N was obviously a little rattled, not expecting to get any questions of her own. But she answered each one with grace, practically beaming with pride and accomplishment.
***
Under the dim streetlights and with glittering snow behind her, she looked absolutely angelic.
Y/N and Spencer offered to wait outside while Tar talked with some of the administrators about coming back sometime in the Spring. But chances are, Y/N wouldn't be there, so Spencer wasn't even sure that he cared to come back. At least not right then, watching her pace around happily in the snow, her smile as wide and as radiant as he'd ever seen it.
"That was... I can't believe I did that!" She was in complete awe, and it reminded him of the day he hopped off her motorcycle and went on a similar tangent. The feeling of a rush, of pure, unadulterated joy... "I mean, I can because you believed in me, and I know it's probably kind of dumb to be this excited about a presentation, but like... I did it! I was..."
"You were a natural," Spencer mused, feeling his whole body warm at the sight of her smiling at him.
She stepped closer and closer, nodding. "I felt incredible."
"You are incredible..."
Once again they found themselves on the sidewalk, completely unbothered and so taken with each other it was hard to breathe.
And then she stepped forward and kissed him, much like he'd kissed her. Their lips melded like they'd never left in the first place, and that familiarity between them added fuel to an already significant flame.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair and reveled in his reciprocation as his tongue gently opened her mouth further. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as tightly to him as he possibly could. And when she melted into him, giving herself over to him completely, he finally felt peace. Right then there was no worry, no awkwardness or burning tension that ate at him until he wasn't sure he could contain himself anymore... He simply just... was. He provided her with warmth and comfort, and in turn she provided him with a feeling of excitement... Of adventure and genuine fun and joy.
He never wanted to let her go.
While there wasn't a truck full of teenagers to break them out of their spell with whooping and hollering, there was a one Doctor Tara Lewis who cleared her throat.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said, highly amused. Meanwhile Spencer and Y/N split apart, refusing to look at her. "You ready to go?"
"Uh huh," Y/N said, at the same time Spencer said, "Yep."
Tara laughed, patting both of them on the shoulder as she walked in front of them.
Normally, they would have stayed apart from now on, but the only person they knew who could expose them was already there, and she clearly had no intentions of saying anything to hurt them.
So, Spencer reached out for Y/N's tattooed hand, and she took it gladly, staying close to him as they walked the two blocks to their hotel.
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SFW Alphabet - Diavolo
I love Dia with all my heart, so I thought it was finally time I made a post for him
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He is probably one of the more affectionate characters. Not many people are willing to get this close to him due to his status, so he is all over you the second you give him permission. His favorite form of affection is when you sit on his lap while he works. 
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Him as a best friend is a lot of fun. He’ll constantly sneak out of the castle just to hang out with you. He’d probably also wear those silly disguises so no one recognizes him. You two go all over the Devildom and he takes you where ever you’d like. In the end, you two usually get busted by Barb or Luci, but it’s always worth it.   
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Cuddles are literally his love language. He’s always coming up behind you and lifting you up into a hug or dragging you off to his room just to cuddle in bed. Being the prince of literal Hell can be so tiring, so cuddles are exactly what he needs after a long day. And once you two get into bed, you’re never leaving again.  
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He knows that he can’t settle down, but he would love nothing more. Honestly, if it weren’t for his responsibilities, he would have already dragged you off to some secluded house in a forest somewhere to just live in peace. It’s also thanks to his status as prince that he doesn’t know any basic household chores. He cannot clean, and he can barely cook without burning down the whole kitchen. He’s had to rely on Barb and his other staff for so long, that he’s just never had to learn. He wants to, if only to impress you, but he never has the chance. 
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I don’t think he’s ever even been in a relationship tbh, so he’s never had to break it off with someone. If he did have to, it would be bad. Like, I’m talking literal execution in front of everyone in the Devildom bad. He is a very patient demon who is very caring towards basically everyone. If he actually had to break it off, there would probably be blood. We don’t talk about it.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
As prince, he does technically have to find a spouse, so he’s down to get married if you are. However, the whole point of getting married for him is so that his partner can carry his heir, so if you can’t get pregnant that might be a problem. Not with him, not at all, but more so with Devildom law and such. Afterall, he needs an heir, and he can’t let someone have it if he isn’t planning on marrying them. He’d still marry you regardless though, so there’s nothing to worry about there. 
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He is the gentlest giant you have ever seen in your whole life. He knows how big he is, and he knows how intimidating he can be, so he is very careful to make sure you know you can trust him. If he ever gets mad and feels like he might start yelling, he makes sure you are well out of range so that you don’t have to hear him. He also makes sure he never hugs you too hard or startles you without warning. He just wants to protect you, and that includes protecting you from himself if needed.  
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
A sucker for hugs, that’s what he is. It does not matter how, when, or where he hugs you, he just wants to, always and everywhere. If you’re in a place where he can’t out-right hug you, he has to be touching you somewhere. He’s lowkey possessive, so he loves any contact just to show others who you belong to. Hugs are just the best way to do that since they’re super obvious. And he also just loves you a lot and wants you to know. 
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He’d say it relatively fast. he’s not one to waste time or lead someone on, so if he knew he loved you, he’d say it. He wouldn’t even care if you don’t say it back, he just wants you to know how he feels about you. 
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He gets insanely jealous, but he’s always good at hiding it. With all of the public appearances and people he’s had to deal with, he’s become a master actor. Inside, he could be fuming with jealousy when someone so much as looks at you, but no one will even know. He just puts on his classic smile and ask you to go with him somewhere for some “business” you have to attend. In reality, he just wants to drag you away for some cuddles to remind him that you’re his and you love him above all else. 
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are usually rather soft cause he’s so afraid of accidentally hurting you in some way. They’re sweet and gentle, and so full of love. They don’t come as often since of how much he works, so that makes them all the better when they do. 
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He actually loves children, but they’re always so afraid of him. No kid would ever go up to him due to pure fear, so he never gets to interact with them. It really does make him quite sad since he would love to get to know the younger generation more, and he just finds them adorable. Maybe you can convince one (1) child to talk to him with the promise of candy after. 
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He has to wake up pretty early for work, but he always makes sure you’re still comfy before he leaves. If you wake up with him, he’ll talk to you about what his day will be like while getting dressed. If you’re still asleep, he tries his best to stay quiet as he gets ready. No matter of you’re awake or not, he makes you stay in bed and brings (read: makes Barb bring) you breakfast in bed. 
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He’s usually pretty tired by the end of the day, so he wants nothing more than to just pass out with you in his arms. However, he usually still has work to do even after dark, so he’s forced to stay up. During these times, he loves when you come over to him and just sit there while he works. That usually motivates him to finish up faster so that he can get cuddles. Once he hits that bed, it’s lights out for him. 
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He seems like he would be an open book, but he really isn’t. Trust me, he’d love to be as open with you as possible, but he can’t. There are so many things he has to keep hidden due to his role as prince. Plus, he doesn’t have much to share since he can’t really get out much to being with. He tells you as much as he can, but he always has to stop himself before he goes too far. 
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He is super patient. He’s always having to deal with less-than-ideal situations, so he’s built up a good amount of patience. Usually, he’s pretty chill, so when he snaps, it’s for a good reason. 
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Quite honestly, his head is already filled with so much, so he can sometimes forget things you tell him. That’s why he has Barb write stuff down about you so that he won’t forget. He keeps all of these facts in a journal in his room, and you have no idea. 
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He loves the first time you stayed over at the castle for the night. Not that time when everyone went over, but just when you came over. He was still busy with work at the time, and he loves how understanding you were about it. There was a short time where you left his room, and he was worried with how long you were gone. He was about to go look for you when you walk back in with some tea and snacks to help keep his energy up while he’s working. It was this moment when he knew he loved you. The fact that you cared this much for him really made him happy. 
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He is more protective than anyone else. The entire castle staff will be told numerous times over that their number one priority is now to protect you, much to the annoyance of Luci and Barb. He also makes sure to keep you close whenever you go out, and he’s always touching you somewhere. 
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He would only have the best for you. Every date you two go on will be the most romantic thing you’ve ever witnessed. He would only calm down if you mentioned you prefer more lowkey dates, in which he immediately apologizes for not asking you first. He still wants to make them the best dates possible, but he’ll try and calm down a bit. 
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He tends to overwork himself, often leaving you alone in favor of finishing his work. He also gets way too overprotective sometimes, even going so far as to drag you away the second he gets jealous. 
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Like Luci and Barb, he only really cares about his looks because he knows he has to keep up appearances. He has to make a good name for himself, and looking good certainly helps. Barb also constantly pressures him into taking better care of his looks when he starts slacking off. 
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
It honestly depends on how close you two are. He’s used to people leaving him because they can’t handle being so close to the prince, so he might not even care if you leave him too. It’s only if you two have gotten super close that he might feel something if you were to leave him. 
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Okay, so, this came completely out of nowhere, but I have always lowkey had a  headcanon that he and Barb were in a QPR before. (for those who don’t know, it means queer platonic relationship). Anyway, I have no clue where I got this idea from, but it just makes sense to me. They probably broke it off once he showed romantic interest in you, but I promise they were in a QPR at one point. 
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He wouldn’t like someone who would try and drag him away from his job. He wants someone who understands what it means to be the prince of the Devildom, and that includes them being aware of how much work he has and that he can’t just drop it all without planning even if he wants to
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He’s bog, even for demon standards, so he tends to take up a lot of room. Honestly, he’s the kinda person that would spread out across the whole bed without a single care for who else might be in it. Let’s just say, you’ve fallen out of bed several times because he accidentally pushed you out. 
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