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galaxy-siren · 8 months
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Birthday Princess
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Request: hi!! can you write something where Eddie is like three weeks or somethin into a new friendship with a shy girl that recently joined Hellfire? he’s got a mega crush on her and finds out about her birthday and decides to throw her a party in the drama room where they hold their D&D campaigns. This dude goes all out for her too, especially since she’s the only girl member in the club, loves treating her like the princess 🥺mega fluff plz
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, slight mention of Eddie’s dad, reader usually spender her birthday alone
AN: This was an anonymous request! This idea was so freaking cute and I couldn’t wait to finally get started on it! Sorry this took forever, but I hope you enjoy it!
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Eddie walked out of class and sauntered down the hallway, excited since he was on his way to see you. When you joined Hellfire, he had taken it upon himself to roll out the welcome wagon for you, something the other members of the club saw right through. They knew he had a massive crush on you, and all the pomp and circumstance was just a ploy to spend time with you.
Even though it had been a few weeks since you joined the club, Eddie was still going out of his way to “welcome” you to the club. One of the things he always looked forward to doing was stopping by your locker and walking you to your car before leaving for the day.
He turned the corner to the stretch of hallway where your locker was and smiled the second he saw you. You were pulling at the locker door, trying to open it.
“Locker giving you some trouble, princess?”
You turned to him, a shy smile on your face, “Hi, Eddie. Yeah, it’s stuck again.”
“Allow me to assist you.” Eddie stepped in front of your locker and pulled. It took a couple tries, but he got it open.
“Thank you.” You put your textbooks inside and grabbed a couple of your notebooks.
“You’re welcome, princess.”
You loved that nickname. You assumed he used it in reference to your DND character, who was an elven princess. But Eddie would have called you princess no matter what your character was. In his mind you were the princess of Hellfire, and he honored that title.
“How was your last class?” You asked as you put your notebooks in your bag and closed your locker.
He shrugged, “Honestly, I spaced out and don’t remember anything.”
You chuckled softly.
“So, any plans for your Thursday night?” Eddie took your bag and threw it over his shoulder.
Even though he would always carry your bag for you, it would send a flutter through your chest every time, “Oh, nothing much, just working on some homework and maybe get a jump start on this weekend’s homework too so I don’t have to do anything on my birthday.”
Eddie stopped walking, causing you to stop as well, “It’s your birthday this weekend?”
“Yeah, on Saturday.” You said nonchalantly.
“Happy early birthday!”
You smiled shyly, “Thank you.”
“So, what are your big birthday plans for the weekend then?” He opened the door for you, and you gave him a polite nod in thanks.
“Well, um, I don’t really have any grand plans. I was probably going to read and maybe rent a movie.”
Eddie’s head tilt in question, “You’re gonna spend your birthday all by yourself?”
You shrugged, “Well, no one’s ever really made a big deal about my birthday before, so spending the day by myself isn’t out of the ordinary.”
His heart broke a little hearing that. No one had ever made a big deal over your birthday? How? Why? He couldn’t fathom the idea.
You noticed the sad expression on his face, “I mean I don’t really mind being by myself. I get to read a lot, so that’s fun.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Eddie said softly.
You turned to him once you reached your car, “Well, I should get going. That homework’s not going to do itself.”
He handed your bag to you, “Don’t work yourself too hard.”
“I won’t don’t worry.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Eddie.” You smiled at him before getting into your car and driving off.
Eddie watched your car turn out of the parking lot and disappear down the road. Hearing that you would spend your birthday all by yourself made his heart grow heavy. It brought him back to when he was living with his dad who would either forget about his birthday or ignore it altogether. Eddie’s first birthday with Wayne, his tenth birthday, was one that he would always remember. He woke up to the trailer decorated with some streamers, a few balloons, and Wayne greeted him with a boisterous “Happy Birthday!” Wayne then made him his favorite breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes, gave him his own copy of Lord of the Rings, so he didn’t have to keep checking it out at the library and forget to return it, and took him to the drive-in movie theatre to see a special screening of Psycho. He knew it wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but having someone finally make a fuse over his birthday made him feel loved and cared for, and ever since then Eddie always made a big deal over his friends’ birthdays so they would never have to feel alone like he did when he was kid.
A small smirk crept up into the corner of his mouth as a plan started to form in his brain, “She’s not gonna know what hit her.”
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You made your way to the drama room for Hellfire, thinking about your birthday as you did. You had told Eddie that you didn’t mind being alone, which was true, but ever since you were a kid, you had always wanted to have a party. Nothing too extravagant, just inviting a few friends over, playing some games, and of course birthday cake. On your past couple birthdays, you had made yourself cupcakes and would place a candle in one and make a wish that the following year you would have a real birthday party. Unfortunately, that wish never came true, and you knew this year’s birthday would be the same.
With a sigh, you pulled the door to the drama room open, but were met with pitch black darkness. It took you a moment to find the light switch on the wall, but when you did, you screamed when the boys shouted, “Surprise!”
“Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie hopped down from the table he was standing on and walked up to you, “happy birthday!”
“Eddie…what?” You looked around at the streamers and balloons decorating the room. The guys were wearing party hats, and each had a noisemaker in their hand.
“I know we’re a day early, but in my opinion it’s never too early to celebrate your birthday…well I mean when it’s close to your birthday that is. If it were a month away that would be too soon.”
You smiled at Eddie, “You did all this for me?”
“Of course!” he took hold of your hand a guided you further into the room, “You’re Hellfire’s princess, and we should treat you as such.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks and butterflies filled your stomach, “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything, just enjoy yourself,” he lifted your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles causing your heart to skip a beat, “now, please take a seat on the throne.”
Everyone stared at him in shock. You looked back forth between him and the throne, “Are you being serious right now?”
“Yes.”
“But isn’t anyone sitting on the throne other than you forbidden?”
“I can make an exception for the birthday princess.” He winked at you which made you go weak in the knees.
You sat down on Eddie’s throne, taking a moment to appreciate how comfortable it was. Dustin came over with a tray of cupcakes.
“I made chocolate, vanilla, and red velvet since I wasn’t sure what your favorite flavor was. I hope that’s okay.”
“Yes, thank you, Dustin.”
“Eddie kind of told us about all this last minute, so we didn’t really have time to each get you a present, but we hope you like this flower crown Gareth made from flowers we found in the woods by the football field.” Jeff said, placing the flower crown on top of your head.
“I love it, thank you all so much!”
“Now,” Eddie clapped his hands together, “shall we get started?”
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The night continued on as most Hellfire sessions would. Eddie’s campaign was as sadistic as usual, but he made sure to hype up anything their princess did. The game came to an end when you rolled a critical hit and killed off the monsters the party had been fighting, and everyone broke out in a chorus of cheers.
The boys ate a couple more cupcakes, wished you a happy birthday again, and left for the night. Eddie began cleaning up the remnants of the party.
“Do you need any help?” You asked.
“The birthday princess doesn’t help clean up.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You can stick around and keep me company if you want, but no cleaning.” Eddie wagged a finger at you.
You smiled, “Alright.”
You sat on the table and watched Eddie comically tear down the streamers. He covered himself with them and then walked towards you like he was a mummy causing you to break out into a symphony of laughter. Eddie loved the sound of your laugh.
Once he got the party mess all cleaned up and the game all packed up, he turned to you, “Shall we head out to your car then, milady?”
“We shall, good sir.”
He offered his hand. You hesitated a moment, but you took it, and walked hand in hand to your car.
When you exited the school, Eddie noticed tears in your eyes, “Hey, everything okay?” he squeezed your hand in comfort.
“Yeah, just,” you looked at him with a tearful smile, “no one’s ever done something like that for me before.”
“Well, I’ve still got a little something else up my sleeve.”
“No, Eddie, really, you’ve done too much already.”
“Not yet I haven’t,” you reached your car which Eddie had parked next to, “now stay right there and close your eyes.”
“Okay.”
Eddie reached into his van and pulled out the gift he had gotten you, “I didn’t have time to wrap it, I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s alright.”
“Hold out your hands, please” when you did, he placed the gift in your hands, “alright, now open your eyes.”
You opened your eyes and felt fresh tears start to gather in them. In your hands was a copy of Lord of the Rings, the same copy that Wayne had given Eddie on his tenth birthday.
“I remembered a couple weeks ago you told me that you lost your copy, so I thought you could have mine.”
Your head snapped up, “You’re giving me your copy? But won’t you miss it?”
“I know it’s in good hands. Plus, this was given to me on the first birthday where someone made a fuss over me, so I thought it was appropriate to give it you.”
You clutched the book to your chest as the tears finally escaped and rolled down your cheeks, “Eddie, this is the most thoughtful gift I have ever been given. I truly don’t know how to thank you properly.”
“No need. Just seeing you glowing with happiness tonight was thanks enough.”
Your heart just about burst at that. Eddie truly was the kindest person you had ever met, “I still can’t believe you went through all the trouble of putting this together at the last minute for me.”
“You’re worth it.”
Those three simple words sent a flutter through your heart. Your emotions got the best of you, and you leaned forward and placed a quick kiss to Eddie’s cheek.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Eddie…” you continued to ramble as Eddie raised his fingers to touch the spot where your lips had been.
“Y/N,” he tried getting your attention, but you didn’t hear him, “Y/N. Princess!”
That finally caught your attention. You looked at him, eyes wide with anxiety.
“Stop talking.” He cupped your cheek with one hand and placed the other on your waist, pulling you in for a sweet and gentle kiss.
You snaked your hands up his chest and rested them on his shoulders. You had been kissed before, but never like this. It was like what all those cheesy romance novels described, seeing fireworks behind your eyes.
He pulled back but kept his forehead pressed against yours, “You can consider me properly thanked now, I guess.”
“Eddie,” you whispered so softly that he barely heard you, “I know you’ve already done so much for me, but I have one more birthday wish.”
“Name it.”
“Will you spend the day with me tomorrow…please?”
“Princess,” Eddie wiped away the stray tears on your cheeks and brushed his lips against your forehead, “nothing would make me happier.”
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luvjii · 1 month
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calling riize ‘babe’ as friends ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
-> this request is so cute, thank you!
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shotaro
you’re studying in the library with shotaro when you accidentally kick him under the table, an apologetic “sorry babe” leaving your mouth
his whole body freezes, his brain literally sputtering like a broken engine
doesn’t know if he should reply with “it’s okay” or “what did you just call me?” so he’s left stuttering over his words
eventually he just laughs, doesn’t acknowledge the pet name and tells you not to worry about it. but his pink-tinted cheeks tell a different story
eunseok
when you’re arguing playfully and you sass him with the “ok babe..”
oh he LOVES it. might be a bit taken aback, since it’s usually him doing the teasing and using pet names
he’s trying so hard to push down his smile but fails
“babe? you’re saying i’m your babe?” he teases, and it’s your turn to be taken aback
he gets such a kick out of flustering you, he won’t stop bringing it up. “at least ask me out first, geez” “did you get me confused with one of your other babes?” etc etc
sungchan
you’re both ready to part ways after hanging out, when you suddenly say “bye babe” instead of your usual goodbye
he turns to look at you with a puzzled face
internally he’s scouring his brain, searching for an answer as to whether you’re teasing or if you slipped up and you really consider him your ‘babe’
points at himself and questions you “babe?”
you laugh, hitting him playfully. you reassure him it was merely an accident, to which he utters a disbelieving “ohhhhh okay. well.. i guess i’ll see you tomorrow babe” and turns towards his house, leaving you stood there bewildered
wonbin
you’re sat with him at lunch when he starts lightly choking on the drink he was sipping, so you pat his back and ask, “you okay babe?”
he starts choking even harder to your horror, the drink spilling down his neck
you’re apologizing profusely and he’s comforting you with little ‘its okay’s’ but all he can think about is that one word that starts with a B
all of a sudden he’s overthinking everything, and his blush deepens even more as you wipe his neck dry with a napkin
he most likely won’t mention it, too scared !! (/ω\)
seunghan
you’re sat looking at the restaurant menu when your friend seunghan suggests a portion of salad and you reply with “sounds good babe”
immediately he’s yapping like a parrot (;Д;) going “what? what!?!? whaaaaaatttt?!?!”
he’s a tad bit flustered, but he’s also ecstatic at the thought of you calling him something so relationship-y
the word ‘babe’ is bouncing around his head like that dvd logo screensaver
will keep mentioning it allllll day, will even start calling you babe which he masks as a joke but we all know it’s more
sohee
you walk into class and take a seat next to your desk-mate sohee, greeting him with a smile and a “hi babe”
his whips his head around, his mouth working faster than his brain before asking “what did you just call me?”
you laugh and tell him “oops, my bad” but he’s wishing you would keep calling him that
he nods and drops his head, pretending to read his textbook when in reality he’s trying to hide his stupid foolish smile
will use it against you at some point, it will definitely be a core memory for you guys when you finally start dating (´∀`)
anton
you’re on the bus home with your best friend anton, you’re sleepily leaned against him and in your exhausted state you ask, “are we almost there babe?”
his heart does a backflip and he gets that funny feeling as if a swarm of bees was buzzing crazily in his stomach
he definitely stutters and awkwardly responds, “oh umm, y-yeah i think so..” and all at once he becomes conscious of how stiff his body has become, his shoulders tensed as your head lays there
his heart won’t stop racing for a while, maybe even a couple days - he just can’t stop thinking about what you called him. even though he thinks it’s a corny pet name, it makes his stomach leap and his chest flutter :((
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thebearer · 7 months
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Carmy being protective over his younger (early 20s)? I think Carmy is around 27?? What if his gf was like, 20-21 or something, and she’s in college
Your phone buzzed against the table, Carmen's name flashing across the top when you flipped it over.
From: Carmen
Sorry just got done with dinner. What are you up to?
You grinned, looking at the clock. It was only eleven, an earlier night for Carmen.
To: Carmen
at the library. studying for my exam on friday :( hope you had a good night!!!
You looked at your sprawl of notes, your textbook opened, eyes aching from the strain of you staring for hours, reading information.
From: Carmen
Still there?
You snorted lightly, rolling your eyes. You knew Carmen didn't like you being at the library so late especially alone. Your apartment with your roommates was... hectic at best. Carmen always offered his for you, but it was all the way across the city. Plus the library had that studious vibe to it that helped you study. You didn't mind it.
To: Carmen
yeah. packing up now tho. about to walk home so i'll call you when i'm out.
Carmen had asked you to do that. You knew he worried about you, walking alone in the city. Even if you were on campus, shit still happened there, he reminded you.
Your phone rang before you made it out the doors, Carmen's name flashing across the screen.
"Hello?" You muttered lowly, pressing the phone to your ear.
"Hey, are you- are you still at the library?" Carmen's voice had that edge to it, lilted with worry.
"Yeah. 'm about to leave." You muttered. There was barely anyone here, but still, you wanted to be respectful.
"No." Carmen barked, his tone making you pull back, pressing the volume button to lower his tone. "No, I, uh, I... Just stay there, ok? I'm like ten... fifteen minutes away. I'm on my way."
"Carmen, what?" You whispered, brows furrowed. "I can walk, Carmen. You don't have to come."
"Yes, I do." Carmen's tone was final. "I'm not lettin' you walk by yourself, ok? It's dangerous, baby, I told you. Somethin' could happen."
Your heart swooned at his tone, that coo in his voice that made you blush. "Carm, I'll be fine. I'll stay on the phone with you-"
"-Just stay there, please? I'll be there soon." Carmen pleaded, a sigh that was exasperated and soft.
You rolled your lips, looking around the library. "Fine. Are you staying the night?"
"I can." Carmen hummed. "If you want me to."
"I do." You admitted, blushing into the phone. "At your place or mine?"
"Should stay at yours since you have class tomorrow." Carmen said pointedly. You knew if he was here in front of you, he'd give you that stern glare that would have your thighs pressing together.
"True." You agreed. "Will you text me which entrance you're at when you get here?"
"Yes, baby." Carmen hummed lightly.
You hung up, sitting back at the table, looking over your notes again until Carmen arrived, letting him drive you back to your off campus rental house instead of walking.
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valeskafics · 9 months
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"Veritas Et Aequitas" - Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Modern Law School AU) - Chapter Three: A Reluctant Partnership
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a/n: read part one HERE and part two HERE ❤️
Summary: Midterms are upon you and you find yourself forced into a reluctant partnership with Aemond while your boyfriend visits from New Haven.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, sexual references, references to p in v sex
Word Count: 2,800 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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You fall into a pretty easy routine in law school. Of course, your courses are far more challenging than in undergrad and reading and briefing cases has become how you spend most of your time, but you love it. You’re thriving at Harvard Law and you know your professors can see it.
Unfortunately, your nemesis is thriving too. Aemond and you are locked in a constant battle for who can answer the most questions, who can make the best case briefs, who can be the most popular in the class even. Everything becomes a competition for the two of you. While law school is indeed a competitive environment, you’ve made friends with two of the girls in your cohort, Aliandra Martell and Maris Baratheon. They both have a similar sense of humor as you do and you genuinely enjoy studying with them.
Well, that is until they get partnered together for your Property Law class and you? Of course you get stuck with Aemond. You cannot believe your luck as he walks up to you, wearing that stupid black coat with that stupid cashmere sweater and those stupid pants- Fucking asshole. Dark academia aesthetic douchebag. You’re imagining all the ways you can murder him with the textbook you hold in your hand as he approaches you.
“Hey there, partner,” he smirks, pushing his glasses slightly up the bridge of his nose, “We’re looking very pink today, aren’t we?”
You glance down at your hot pink blazer and bite back a scowl before stating primly, “I’ll brief James v Taylor, you brief In re Marriage of Horn. We don’t need to be together to do it. Just… Ugh.”
“Aw,” Aemond chuckles, “You’ve got me thinking you don’t want to spend time with me, partner.”
“Geez, Emo Boy, I wonder what ever could have given you that idea?” you scoff, turning on your heel and walking away, feeling Aemond’s gaze follow you as you go.
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A couple of days later, Aemond sees you from the corner of his eye in the law library, grabbing a book. He hums to himself, wondering if he should approach you and decides that he doesn’t really give a shit if it’s a bad idea or not, he’s going to do it. He casually walks over, trying not to make it obvious that he’s noticed you, and stops just behind you, peering over your shoulder. How can he go about annoying you now, he wonders? You look so cute when your face scrunches up in that little scowl-
And that’s when you notice his presence. There it is. There’s that scowl.
“Targaryen.”
“What’s the matter, love?” Aemond speaks in a mocking tone, “Do you not like my company?”
You sigh, walking toward one of the empty desks and placing your book down on it, doing your best to ignore the imposing blond and work on your case brief. Aemond rolls his eyes at you and watches you work, arms crossed as he takes the seat opposite you.
“You’re no fun at all, you know that?” he says with a sly grin, trying to get just one more reaction out of you before returning to his own work.
You offer him a fake smile, “Amazing, my mission in life has been accomplished. I’ve robbed Aemond Targaryen of his fun. Someone inform CNN,” you pause before questioning, “By the way, when are you going to be done with your brief for the Horn case?”
“Not sure yet,” he hums, “Maybe later tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Who knows? I’ll get it done eventually,” Aemond declares, knowing full well that he’s going to finish it tonight.
You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration before hissing, “It’s due in two days, you ass!”
Aemond’s grin widens as he realizes how annoyed you’re getting and he taunts, “Aw, is Barbie Girl mad?”
“You know what?” it’s your turn to smirk at him now as an idea comes to your mind, “I’ll brief both of them and tell Professor Bracken you refused to cooperate. That should teach you a lesson.”
“Oooh, is that a threat? How cute.”
You groan, burying your face in your hands before meeting his gaze, “Look. I want an A. You want an A. Clearly we need to work together.”
“Then why are you being so difficult?” Aemond retorts, before realizing how stubborn he’s being and letting out a sharp exhale, “Fine. Let’s work on the briefs right now. But, I have one requirement.”
You can feel the migraine coming in advance of his question as you respond, “What?”
“Well, for our little bet, since the winner gets to ask the other to do whatever they want,” he leans in almost conspiratorially as he smirks, “Does that mean I can kiss you if I win?”
You scoff at him, shaking your head, “You already said you want a date if you win, now it’s a kiss too? You’re changing the terms of the contract, you greedy fuck!”
“The bet is that the winner gets to do whatever they want. And I happen to want both a date and a kiss if I win,” Aemond says, “So? Deal or no deal?”
“Fine, whatever,” you grumble, “Not like you’re gonna win anyway.”
“Perfect. Now, let’s focus on these briefs,” Aemond is thrown for a loop when he sees you reach into your purse and put a pair of glasses on; he’s never seen you wearing them before and they fit you quite well, making you look even smarter than you already do, “You look really good with those glasses,” he comments, “You should wear them more often.”
“Then I’ll never wear them again if you like them so much,” you sass, feeling the heat rise to your face in spite of yourself as you add, “I usually wear contacts but I wanted a break from them today.”
“Well, they suit you,” Aemond shrugs.
You mutter to yourself, “Boyfriend isn’t a fan.”
Aemond raises an eyebrow as he hears you say this, “Why? Does he prefer you without them? If you like them, he should support you wearing them,” he pauses for a moment before adding, continuing to work on his case brief, “If I was your boyfriend, I’d love it if you wore them. They look great.”
You remain silent, unsure of what to say, scribbling notes and trying to throw yourself into your work. The two of you continue for the next hour or so, editing your briefs and trying to get them absolutely perfect.
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Aemond hands you his notebook as he finishes, questioning, “Is this good? Ready to hand in?”
You look at him, surprised that he’s asking for your input, before taking the notebook and looking over the document, “Maybe just add a bit more for your conclusion and try to get your rule a little more concise. Looks good other than that,” you wait a beat before questioning, “Can you look at mine?”
“Sure,” he smirks, taking your notebook, “I’ll tell you if it’s good enough.”
You roll your eyes, watching as he reads your brief, “Don’t hold anything back, I guess.”
After a few minutes of reading, Aemond turns to you, a small smile on his face as he speaks, a bit of surprise coloring his tone, “Wow, you’re actually sort of good at this, you know that?” he pauses, “You’ve already got the outline done, everything looks good to me. Seems like an easy A.”
“If we don’t get an A, I’m taking the professor’s gradebook and tossing it into the harbor. My own Boston Tea Party of sorts,” you mutter under your breath.
Aemond bursts into laughter, “A bit of an extreme measure, no?” the two of you are shushed by the elderly librarian, upon which you exchange an amused grin and Aemond speaks again, “Well, should we go hand them in?”
You nod, standing up and stretching, unaware of Aemond’s gaze trained on you as you do so, his good eye taking in every curve, every bit of the slight hint of skin you’ve revealed. He stands and gestures for you to walk first and of course, you stride off, attempting to walk faster than him. Aemond also begins walking faster to keep pace with you.
“You can try to get away from me all you want, but it won’t work,” he says cheekily, the two of you both now speed walking to your professor’s office.
You manage to get there at exactly the same time, both of you trying to go through the door, to which you grouse, “Oh, fucking hell, haven’t you heard of ladies first?”
Aemond sighs and steps back, gesturing for you to walk in first. Professor Blackmont looks at the two of you, entirely amused at the sight. Aemond turns toward him with a polished, polite smile.
“I hope you’re ready to be amazed by our briefs, Professor,” the little shit begins, “You see, I think Y/N here and I make quite a good team,” he says confidently, hoping he can get some bonus points from his little speech on teamwork.
You give him the most judgmental side eye you’ve given another human being in your life before handing in your brief and turning to leave. Aemond follows after you since, of course, he’s your neighbor and you’re both heading back toward the same place.
“So, dinner at mine or yours?” he drawls, smirking at you, “To celebrate a job well done.”
“Neither,” you retort, “My boyfriend is visiting me from New Haven.”
“Ah, right,” Aemond grins, “The elusive boyfriend. You know, you’ve never even shown his picture. Is he just another made-up story to get me to leave you alone?”
“No,” you hiss, “I talk about him all the time!”
“I don’t think you really have a boyfriend. I think you just made him up because you’re shy and don’t want to admit you like me,” he teases, a cocky smile on his face, utterly convinced that your boyfriend is just a fabrication, at least until you grab your phone and pull up a picture of you wrapped up in the arms of a reasonably good-looking man with reddish brown hair and blue eyes, “Well, I’m impressed. Guess you weren’t lying after all,” Aemond mocks, placing his hands on his hips, “Well, you have my apologies. And your boyfriend has my condolences.”
Your jaw drops, “Fucking excuse me?”
Aemond’s smirk widens, “Well, he’s dating you, after all. If anyone should be getting sympathy in that relationship, it’s him.”
“Coming from the guy begging me to go on a date with him,” you sass, “That’s rich.”
Aemond glances over at you as the two of you walk, a smug grin playing on his lips, “I wouldn’t call it begging, but I digress. I think I’m a pretty good catch, you know.”
You swipe your keycard, enter your apartment building, and walk toward the elevator. You press the button to call it, doing your level best to ignore the man standing beside you, but he goes on about how many girls in your cohort alone have given him their number, and you find yourself snapping back.
“So go bother one of them.”
Aemond barks out a laugh, “But none of them are as cute as you. You’re one of a kind,” you ignore him, jabbing at the elevator button over and over, willing the stupid thing to come faster, which Aemond finds entirely amusing, “You seem a bit impatient. Probably not good for your blood pressure.”
You give him an unamused glare, shoving past him when the doors finally open, leaning against the wall and ignoring him as you wait to get up to your floor. Aemond snickers at your annoyance, standing close to you.
He leans in and murmurs, “You’re so cute when you’re annoyed.”
You scoff, “Amazing. You called me cute. I don’t even need to continue going to school here. All my life’s aspirations have come true. Emo Boy called me cute.”
“That’s a pretty lame life aspiration,” he taunts.
“It’s called sarcasm, genius.”
“Well, you’re doing a terrible job at it,” Aemond speaks again after a moment, “You know, the sooner you just say yes to going out with me, the sooner I’ll stop annoying you.”
“I’m not a cheater, so I’ll pass.”
Aemond raises an eyebrow, “Well, you say that, but you’ve been flirting with me all term. Does your boyfriend,” he spits out the word with as much vitriol as he can muster, “Know you’ve been doing that?”
“Flirting?” you scoff, “With you? Jesus, where do you get these delusions? I’d love to smoke some of whatever the fuck it is you’re having.”
“Looks like I struck a nerve,” he taunts, “You’re really gonna deny that you’re flirting with me? What do you call it then? All the teasing in class? The little looks?”
“That’s rivalry, not flirting!” you protest.
“Is it really a rivalry?” Aemond retorts, “Because it seems like you’ve been enjoying it a bit too much in that case. Maybe you have a bit of an attraction to me that you don’t want to admit,” he leans in, grinning, “Do you have a crush on me? It’s okay, you know. You can admit it, just between us. I won’t tell your boyfriend or anything.”
You laugh sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m crazy about you. I write about you in my diary all the time.”
“Oh, is that a fact?” his grin widens, “So what do you write about me in that little diary of yours with those cute pink little pens? Please do tell me, I’m dying to know.”
“Dear Diary, today Aemond pissed me the fuck off.”
“So I’ve annoyed you enough that you feel compelled to write down all the ways I get under your skin?” Aemond smirks as the elevator doors open and the two of you get out, “Good, I’m glad to hear it. My goal to drive you crazy is already working.”
You stop in front of your door, grabbing your key, “Alright, buh bye now.”
“What, already?” Aemond questions, leaning against the wall beside you, “You barely got mad at me today.”
“Well, my boyfriend’s here so you can fuck right the fuck off.”
Aemond chuckles before walking the few feet to his apartment next door, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Well, we’re going to be fucking, which from the looks of it, you don’t get to do a lot of,” you retort sharply, slamming your door shut with far more force than necessary.
You find your boyfriend laying in your bed, messing around on his phone. He smiles as you approach him, only to be silenced by you slamming your lips on his.
Next door? All Aemond can hear is a cacophony of increasingly loud moans as your bed frame hits the shared wall between your apartments. Damn, you are loud, he muses.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy, oh my God, you’re so big, don’t stop-”
Aemond scowls at hearing your stupid perfect voice and turns on his speakers, trying to drown you out, but then you just start moaning louder and louder.
Fucking hell, why is he getting hard from this?
Then, he hears you let out an obviously exaggerated moan and his jaw drops. He smirks to himself realizing that you, very clearly, just faked an orgasm.
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That evening, you do your laundry after a rather disappointing visit from your boyfriend. Robin is back in your apartment, sound asleep, ready to take the morning train back to New Haven. You wonder why you had such a hard time finishing today, to the point that you just gave up and faked it. Maybe it’s because every time you closed your eyes, you could hear that stupid fucking nepo baby talking about how bad you want him, how you could hear him complimenting your glasses-
Then, as if he was summoned by your thoughts alone, Aemond walks in, a basket of his own laundry in hand. He smirks at you, setting his basket down and moving over to stand behind you, his back pressed up against your front as he questions if you’re done with the washer.
“Yeah,” you say thickly, attempting to ignore the feeling of his hard-on rubbing against you, “I’m using the dryer. I’ll just move.”
He rests his chin on your shoulder and whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your skin, “You know,” one of his hands slides to your hips, squeezing softly for a moment before letting go, “If you ever want to have a real man make sure you finish, I’m right next door.”
You scowl as the dryer begins its chiming, indicating your laundry is all dry. You quickly load your things and run out of the laundry room, leaving behind a very self satisfied Aemond Targaryen.
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Undiagnosed // Ch. 4
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Mature Content 18+
Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC
Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.
Warnings: This chapter contains mentions of attempted sexual assault. Very vague and nothing graphic, but please take care of yourself before reading. It's very short and easy to skip over. Emotional abuse, trauma response, asshole parents.
Word Count: 6.8k
Chapter 3 | Masterlist
The following Monday, I was sitting in the empty classroom on base. Class was awful today. I’m so sick of pretentious law students who are only there on daddy’s money. They’re all rude and hateful and for some ungodly reason I am their target for their cruel words and jokes. So, I’m sat here, eyes glued to the board in front of me as thoughts raced through my head. I should be studying for my exam tomorrow. I have only studied five of the ten chapters and the stress was palpable. I needed to study but I couldn’t even bring myself to look down at my textbook. “You okay?” I jumped at the voice, slinging my phone off the desk and looking down at my textbook. “Calm down. It’s just me.” I turned to see Lieutenant Seresin pushing himself off the doorframe, walking closer. I huffed, standing from my seat and closing my textbook. “Woah, hey. Don’t leave.” He came over, slamming his hand on the textbook. I sighed, staring down at his large hand on the textbook. “Please take your hand off my book.” I said, meeting his gaze. His green eyes stared into my own, holding my stare.
“Lieutenant. I would like to leave, and I can’t do that until you remove your hand from my textbook.” We continued to hold eye contact before finally, he removed his hand from my textbook. “Thank you.” I said before placing the book in my bag and hiking it up onto my shoulder. “Can we talk?” I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lieutenant.” He huffed, hands slapping his thighs as he dropped them. “What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?” I huffed, turning back to him. “it’s not a matter of forgiveness, Lieutenant.” “You can call me Jake if you want.” He flashed me a smile, but I kept a straight face. “Lieutenant. You were rude to me. I put up with enough rude people in my life and I don’t need to add anymore. "I said I was sorry." He said as I headed for the door. "Lieutenant. Have you ever considered that I didn't want to hear an apology? That maybe all I wanted was to be left alone?" His mouth hung open, as if he was searching for the right words. "You didn't. You decided to pull me into a room alone with you, which I really did not want. Then you had me pinned to a filing cabinet and I felt cornered. Maybe next time you want to apologize to someone, don't force them to listen to you. I'm forced to do enough in my life." I said before finally exiting the room, a weight lifting off my shoulders.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Lieutenant Seresin tried to talk to me. I started drifting around base attempting to hide from him, but he just kept finding me. “Katie!” I laid my head on the table, I was so tired of dealing with him. “I think I liked you better when you were an ass.” I said as he sat across from me. He had a wide grin on his face, propping his chin in his hand as he watched me work. “What are you working on?” I huffed, continuing my work. “Just cleaning up my notes for my Bioethics class.” He hummed, leaning closer and looking at my notes. “So… do you like law?” I kept my mouth shut, not knowing how to answer. “Oh, come on, Katie. It was a simple question.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. My knee bounced, not able to sit still. “I hate it.” It was a whisper, but it felt like a scream in the still room. “Then why do it?” He asked, shrugging nonchalantly. “Money.” He raised a brow at me and chuckled. “Okay. If it wasn’t for the money, what would you be doing?” He asked and I shrugged. “Nursing has always sparked my interest.” He nodded. “I guess I can see the reason for money. Nurses aren’t always paid the best.” I nodded, a small smile forming on my face. “Yeah, they really aren’t. Not for all the work they do at least.”
“So why aren't you doing it?” I furrowed my brows at his question, a little lost in my own answer. “My parents don’t want me to.” His brows shot up in surprise, as if he wasn’t expecting that to be my answer. “Do you always listen to your parents?” I nodded as I jotted down a few notes. “Isn’t that kind of the point? As kids we’re taught that our parents know what’s best for us.” My phone buzzed and I picked it up, seeing a notification that Natasha had made an instagram post. I opened the app, liking the picture before I started scrolling. “Your parent’s don’t always know what’s best for you.” He said, catching my attention. I looked up at him, furrowing my brows. “I’m sorry. What were we talking about?” Looking at my phone, our entire conversation flew out of my head and for the life of me I couldn’t remember what I said that led to this conversation. He just scoffed, looking at me incredulously. “Have you ever made a decision for yourself?” I was taken aback by his question. Does he think I’m incapable of making a decision? “Of course I have!”
“When was the last time you decided something for yourself?” I thought back on it, realizing that other than what I wear on a day to day basis, I haven’t decided much for myself. My face burned at the realization and sadly, that made him aware. “See. You’re a grown woman who can’t even do what she wants in life because you allow them to control you.” I glared at him, more angry that I realized he was right than him pointing it out. “You don’t have to look at me like that for me to know I’m right.” I was gripping my pen so hard I felt like I would break it. “Can we not talk about my parents? Better yet, let’s not talk at all.” He just chuckled, leaning back in his seat again as I went back to my notes. We spent the rest of the day in silence, and if you disregard our earlier conversation, it was nice. At home that night I was studying for an upcoming test, when my mom came into my room. “You need to get down here and fold this laundry.” It took me a second to realize she meant hers and my fathers. Mine was done this past weekend. I took a deep breath, turning to face her. “I can’t. I need to study.” I said before turning back to my text book. I grabbed my pencil as my heart beat in my ears, adrenaline flooding my body. “AH!” I screamed as my mother grabbed my hair, yanking my head back for me to look at her. “What did you say to me?” There was venom in her voice and she kept pulling as my head bent over the back of my desk chair.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I’m sorry!” I yelled out, grabbing her wrist in hopes she’d let go of my hair. “Not until you tell me what you said.” “I said I couldn’t because I need to study.” I cried. She yanked my hair again, flipping my chair onto it’s back and sending me to the floor. “Let me remind you that I do everything for you and I have your entire life. I have fed you, I have clothed you and I have made sure you’ve always had a roof over your head. I will not tolerate this level of disrespect.” She spat the words in my face as she got down on my eyes level. “I can kick you to the curb at any second and you will have nowhere to go. You are nothing without me. You wouldn’t be any kind of lady without me and you wouldn’t have the life you have without me. Now, show a little gratitude and fold the laundry downstairs.” Her tone was menacing as her face got near mine. “Yes, ma’am.” I squeaked, managing to stand up. “Now get!” I rushed from my room, going down the stairs so fast I thought it might trip before I grabbed the laundry from the laundry room. I took it into the living room, immediately getting to work on folding my parents clothes.
The next day Lieutenant Seresin didn’t come find me, and honestly, I missed it a little. He would irritate me when he would talk, but just having a presence there, knowing I wasn’t alone was nice. So I sat in silence, managing to get a good amount of work done for once. Once it was time for dad and I to leave, I walked down to his office, waiting for him outside the door. As I waited, I scrolled through my phone but was interrupted by a tall presence next to me. “Hi.” The man said as I looked up at him. “Um, hi.” I responded, not knowing what else to say. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Blake Richardson.” I nodded. “Katie Blair.” He smiled at me, leaning on the wall next to me. “Oh, I know who you are.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “I um, I’ve seen you around. I’ve been working up the courage to talk to you.” Something was off with this guy, I could feel it in my gut. He seemed like a really confident guy, not someone who would be nervous to talk to women. “I actually wanted to ask if you would go on a date with me?” I was shocked. I’ve been on dates before but they were usually men my parents set me up with, like Coop. But I didn’t feel right about this guy. “Oh, thank you but I’m not-” “She’ll go.” I jumped hearing my fathers voice behind me. “Okay, I’ll pick you up Thursday at seven.” He said before walking away. My shoulders fell in dejection, realizing I had no say. “You’d be stupid to turn him down. He’s climbing the ranks quickly, has the potential to be Fleet Commander one day.” Dad said as he laid a hand on my shoulder.
I dreaded Thursday all week, and I was tempted to fake being sick to get out of it. But even if I was actually sick I’d still be forced to go. My mother was ecstatic, talking about how this could be the man I’d marry. Sometimes I can’t tell if they want me to get a law degree or an MRS degree. I slipped on a tiffany blue dress, with nude heels and sighed as I grabbed my purse. I did not want to do this, but it was better to get it over with than put it off. As soon as he arrived, my mother swung the door open as I came downstairs. “Lieutenant Commander, so nice to meet you.” Her voice was sickly sweet as she held her hand for him to shake. Once I hit the last step I noticed he wore his tans and I couldn’t help but scrunch my nose up at it. “Well, you two have fun. Not too much fun though.” I went to step past mom but she grabbed my arm, digging her nails in as she did it. “Do not mess this up.” She hissed in my ear and I nodded, following Blake out to his truck. It was an older model ford, but it looked nice. He immediately got in on the driver’s side and as I opened the passenger side door, a flood of water bottles fell out. I huffed, pulling myself in, almost losing a heel in the process. We drove in silence to the little Italian restaurant, and I wish he had kept his mouth shut through dinner as well. The only thing he spoke about was himself and his job.
By the end of the night, I knew more about this man than I truly cared too. We got back into the truck and I listened to him go on more as we drove. Not once did he ask about me or even show any interest in me. It’s like he asked me on a date just to have someone to gloat to. I stared out the window, showing my boredom as he pulled over just at the end of my street behind a set of bushes. “What are you doing?” I asked, turning to face him. He smiled at me, slinging his arm along the back of the bench seat and playing with my hair. “Just figured we could have a minute alone.” He said as he slid closer to me. “Well I’d appreciate it if you took me home.” He chuckled, his face closing in on mine. “Oh come on, haven’t you had fun?” I shook my head. “No. I haven’t said a word all night, in fact, this is the first time I’ve said anything all night.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing. “I know how to make this fun.” I raised a brow but slapped his arm when he stuck his hand under my dress. “What the fuck?!” I yelled, backing myself into the door. “God, Coop said you could be difficult.” My heart dropped and before I could open the truck door, he grabbed my leg, dragging me closer to him and pushing me down in the seat. I screamed, managing to grab the door handle and push it open, but he leaned over me, pulling it closed.
He managed to push my dress up and in my panic I brought my knee up, hitting him in the crotch. He yelled out, gasping for breath and I used the opportunity to rear my fist back, connecting with his nose. Immediately blood dripped onto my chest and I dragged myself from under him. He gripped the neckline of my dress, ripping it as I yanked myself away. I grabbed my bag, running up the sidewalk to my house. “YOU BITCH!” My pulse was thrumming through my ears and I knew I wouldn’t get anywhere with my shoes, so I kicked them off, grabbing them in my hands and sprinting. I was almost to my driveway when Blake’s truck swerved in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. He got out, rounding the truck and stomping towards me, blood dripping from his nose to the ground. It felt like my body was buzzing as I stood there, purse on my shoulder, heels in one hand while the other held a part of my dress up. I didn’t know what to do, so I did what my first reaction was. I screamed as loud as I could, the distressing noise ripping through the air around us and within seconds the porch light of my house came on, and so did the one on my neighbors porch, which I was standing in front of. “What the hell is going on?” I froze hearing my mother’s voice. She sounded angry and for a split second, I debated on taking my chances with Blake.
She stormed over with my father behind her, just as our neighbor, Cindy, came out. “Meredith? What’s going on?” She asked my mother. As she got closer she gasped, seeing the state I was in. “Oh dear, what happened?” She asked, carefully taking my heels from me so I could use both hands to hold up my dress. “What did you do to her?!” She turned to Blake, yelling at him. Tears spilled down my cheeks at her defending me. “Oh, Cindy. I’m sure it’s just a big misunderstanding.” Mom said coming over, shushing me and taking me into her arms. I tensed up, not used to her touching me like this. “What happened?” My father asked Blake and he glared at me. “She kneed me in the balls and then punched me in the nose.” He spat and my father glared at me. “Well you obviously deserved it. Look at the state she’s in!” Cindy yelled. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you inside.” Mom pulled and for a second I didn’t budge, but I finally did when she pulled a little harder. I looked back seeing Cindy was red in the face with rage. “I’m calling the cops! He should be arrested for what he did to her!” She yelled out. Just as we got inside, I heard her yell one last time. “Richard! Are you not going to do anything about this?” She yelled at my dad. Before mom could scold me I rushed away, up to my room and slammed the door shut.
When I was finally alone, everything hit me. My chest was heaving and I couldn’t breathe, sliding down my bedroom door as I sobbed. Where the hell did I go wrong? My parents hate me so much that they would cover for a man that attempted to hurt me. I looked down seeing my torn and bloody dress and felt disgusting. I stood, about to yank it off when I stopped and grabbed my phone. I decided to take pictures, that way if he ever says anything, I have proof. I managed to take pictures and then I yanked off the dress, letting it fall to the floor. I got into my dresser, pulling out a large t-shirt and slipping it on. Once I finally stopped, all the emotions set in and I stood in the middle of my bedroom, shaking as I held myself. But that all stopped when I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew what was coming and prepared myself. What I didn’t expect was my door to fly open and one of my heels flew across the room, narrowly missing my head as it crashed into the wall, leaving a hole. “What the hell did you do?” My dad asked, my mother standing behind him, a scowl on her face. “I didn’t do anything. I sat there and I let him go on about himself, I didn’t put a toe out of line. But then he decided he wanted sex from me and I said no, clearly he doesn’t understand what that word means.”
“Do you have any idea how this makes us look?” My dad asked and I felt like my head was going to explode. “I WAS ALMOST RAPED AND YOU’RE ONLY CONCERNED WITH OUR IMAGE?!” I screamed. I could see the anger in his eyes but my mom stepped past him, walking till she was a foot away. “Katie. Sometimes giving people what they want makes life a lot easier.” My jaw hit the floor at her words, my mind reeling and not comprehending. “So you wanted me to just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted with me?” She didn’t say anything but I knew the answer. “You know, they say kids who grew up in abusive households are more likely to be in abusive relationships as adults.” She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at me. “You wouldn’t know abuse if it hit you in the face.” I took a step closer, towering over her five foot frame with my own, glaring at her. “You mean like you do?” At my words her hand shot out and smacked me in the face. In all reality, I should’ve seen it coming but I didn’t move from my spot, just facing her and staring into her dull gray eyes. “I’m leaving.” I said before turning around and grabbing my purse. I turned back to find my father blocking the doorway with his large figure. “Move.” I said and he scoffed. “You don’t scare me. Where do you think you’re gonna go? Your car belongs to us, if you take it we’ll report it stole and you’ll do jail time. You have no friends and nowhere to go.” I opened my mouth to retort but my mother stepped into the room and he slammed the door shut behind him as he walked out.
My heart was pounding in my ears, I was just so brave, but now that I’m alone with her, that bravery might as well have dove out the window. “Sit down.” Her tone was soft, something I rarely remember her being. I stared at her for a moment before sitting down on the bed and she sat next to me. I jumped as she grabbed my hand, holding it in both of hers as she took a deep breath. “Do you know why we’re so hard on you? It’s because we love you.” I opened my mouth but she held her hand up. “Let me finish. Your father and I both grew up with nothing, and with your father’s career, we would be able to give you everything we never had. We’re hard on you because we want you to be successful, so you can have the things you want in life. But dammit Katie if you don’t make it hard. We know what’s best for you and you just keep pulling away.” She brushed some hair behind my ear, sighing. “You can be so hard to love, Katie.” Tears sprung to my eyes at her words. “We want you to have a good career and marry someone who has your best interest at heart like we do. You never made it easy on us. Do you remember all the problems you had throughout school?” I immediately nodded. Getting good grades was hard enough but I was very impulsive, and I still can be. I was also a very hyper child, and could be very unruly at times. “We do what we do so you can be a successful adult and look, as you’ve gotten older, you’ve gotten better. But you’re still not the woman you should be. That’s why we continue to be hard on you. Without us, you would probably be living on the streets somewhere with no food or money.”
She wiped the tears from my eyes, startling me. “We do it because if we didn’t, no one could ever love you Katie.” I nodded, looking at her. “Mom, I’m so sorry for being an awful daughter.” She smiled at me softly. “You’ll get better with time.” I nodded, leaning in for a hug that I thought she may give me when she stood up, walking towards the door. “Why don’t you do a little studying before you go to bed? You know, calm down a little. You were pretty hysterical.” All I could do was nod as she walked out and closed the door behind her. I did as she said, studying a little before crawling into my warm bed. I looked around my room, realizing she was right. Without them I wouldn’t have a warm place to sleep, I wouldn’t have all the nice clothes I have, and I probably wouldn’t have my fish, two of which were looking at me, making me realize that in the chaos I forgot to feed them. I got up, dumping a little food in before crawling back in bed, laying on my side to watch them. My eyes locked on Georgie and my eyes followed him all over the tank, never breaking from him. I don’t know how long I stared at him but I knew I hadn’t blinked in a while. I knew I should but that would break my concentration and I was relaxed watching him swim around the tank. It didn’t matter because within minutes my eyes fluttered closed and my breathing evened out.
The next morning my parents didn’t speak to me much but they did smile at me, so I know they’re not mad. I was about to walk out the door for class when there was a knock on it. I swung the door open, caught off guard by two police officers. “How can I help you?” I asked and they looked around. “We got a call about a disturbance last night. Are you Miss Blair?” I nodded. “I am.” They looked at each other, then back to me. “Could you tell us what happened last night?” I swallowed, hard. “My boyfriend and I got into it. I was so frustrated I screamed. It’s no big deal.” They nodded again. “Has he ever hurt you physically in any way? We were told he had blood on his face.” I shook my head quickly. “No. It was dark and she must've been seeing things. We resolved it and everyone went home.” They nodded, looking at me suspiciously “We were also told your parents were there. Are they here now?” I nodded as he pulled something out of his pocket. When he handed me a business card. “If you ever feel like you’re in danger and are too scared to call 911, this is my direct line. You can get help.” My heart thudded in my chest as I stared down at the card. “Thank you officer. I’ll keep that in mind.” They told me to have a good day before leaving. I closed the door, startled to find my mom behind it. “Everything okay?” I nodded, grabbing my bag and pulling my keys from the front pocket, dropping the business card in there. “Just some officers asking about last night.” She hummed as I pulled my bag onto my shoulder. She nodded, placing her hand on my shoulder. “Have a good day in class.”
I was stunned. That was the first time I had ever heard those words come out of her mouth. I felt like I had stepped into the Twilight Zone. I had no idea who this woman was, but she wasn’t my mother. I decided not to dwell on it, opting to take whatever kindness she was willing to give me, not knowing if she would give it to me when I got home tonight. I actually had a good day in class and all around. Maybe mom was right, they know what’s best for me and if I just listen, my days could be easier. When I walked into my dads office he gave me a small smile. “How was your day?” I asked and he just sighed. “Long. We’ll probably be here late tonight.” I nodded, leaving him and opting to go back to the rec room, try and go back to my old routine. I walked in, seeing Bradley and Natasha sitting at the table. “Hi!” I greeted happily as I sat next to Bradley. “Hey, where’ve you been?” He asked as he looked down at me. “I was sitting elsewhere to try and avoid Coop and Lieutenant Seresin. But Lieutenant Seresin finds me anyway so there’s no point in hiding.” I chuckled as I pulled out all my stuff.
“So you weren’t avoiding us?” I shook my head. “Y’all are great and I really like being around you. But with my parents, sometimes space is best.” They nodded in understanding and I got to work as we all caught up. But that all came to a screeching halt when I heard a familiar voice. “There you are Kate. I’ve missed you.” I felt his fingers in my hair and I immediately turned, smacking his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I snapped, standing from my seat. “Ooh, still feisty from last night I see.” Coop said just as Blake came into the room, a bandage on his nose and bruises around his eye. “What are you talking about?” My heart thudded in my chest, my stomach twisting in knots. Surely he didn’t go around telling people. Someone would call the cops, and he certainly isn’t gonna say he got his nose broken by a girl. “Last night. You know, all the fun we had in my truck.” Blake said, winking at me. “We didn’t sleep together.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared at him. “Poor Katie. You were pretty dumb under me last night.” He reached out to touch my cheek and I smacked his hand away. “Damn, I knew I hit you hard, but I must’ve knocked your brain loose when I broke your nose.” He glared at me, a look that if possible, would’ve had me six feet under.
“No I asked you to do that, remember?” I furrowed my brows, giving him a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Oh, did you not know Blake was a hardcore masochist?” Coop asked. “I don’t give a fuck what he is. All I know is he attempted to sleep with me and I told him no.” I could feel Bradley and Natasha’s eyes on me, causing sweat to form on the back of my neck from nerves. “That’s not what I heard.” I stood up straight, glaring at Coop and Blake. “I heard you two went for hours in his truck, all kinds of positions and some wild kinks. I always knew you were a freak.” His face was inches from mine and I glared into his eyes. “That’s not true, and you have three seconds to back the hell up and get out of my face.” I said, practically spitting in his face. “Ooh, what are you gonna do? Break my nose too?” Bradley stood up, placing his hand on Coop’s chest, pushing him back. “I think you need to go.” He laughed at Bradley just as Lieutenant Seresin came in. “You’re really gonna defend her? I knew you liked her Bradshaw, but what? Do you wanna fuck her too? Go ahead, I’m sure she’d spread her legs on that table for you right now!” I gasped as Bradley’s hand shot out, grabbing Coop by the neck. Coop was about an inch taller than me without shoes, so he’s very short compared to Bradley. Blake lunged for him and Lieutenant Seresin grabbed him, slamming him into the wall. Immediately a fight broke out and I had no idea who to stop until Natasha grabbed Bradley’s arm and I went for Lieutenant Seresin. Everything felt like it lasted hours, but in reality it was a matter of seconds before a loud voice stopped us. I stood straight, slamming my back against the wall next to Blake, keeping my eyes on the floor.
“What the hell is going on here?” I looked up, shocked to see Maverick. “Start talking.” Coop and Blake looked at each other, nodding. “I was just talking to Katie here and Bradshaw seemed to be a little possessive. He attacked me out of nowhere.” Coop said. “Oh bullshit!” Three voices called out, startling me. “You came in here, spreading a pathetic rumor about Katie, and you’re just mad that someone besides her stood up to you.” Natasha fired off, stepping closer to Blake. “I bet she told you no, and you tried to have your way with her anyway.” Blake immediately lunged for her but was stopped when Lieutenant Seresin grabbed him, slamming his back into the wall. “Is it true?” The look on his face was dark, scary looking as he stared into Blake’s face. “Did you, or did you not try to hurt her?” Blake started to panic and nodded as Jake let him go, sliding down the wall. “Get up. You pathetic piece of shit.” He said, kicking Blake’s leg. “Hangman.” Maverick said, and he backed off. “Everyone needs to leave. Now.” They all nodded, standing and walking out the door. I went to follow but Maverick stopped me, motioning me to have a seat. I've never talked to Maverick, at least alone. It made me nervous and my whole body shook as I sat in the chair, my eyes staying on my shoes. He grabbed the chair next to me, pulling it out and sitting in it backwards as he crossed his Arma over the top.
"What's going on lately? Coop seems hell bent on making you miserable. Do you know why?" I shook my head. "We went on a date a year ago and it didn't end well. Mainly with him insulting me. Neither of us contacted each other again and he was deployed. But then he came back for that mission and he's been a thorn in my side ever since." He nodded. "I've heard what he's been saying. Is it true?" I immediately shook my head. "No! Captain Mitchell, you have to believe me. I would never do that with anyone here on base. Especially people under my father." I was talking so fast he held his hands out. "I believe you. Truthfully I've never believed a word out of his mouth. I just want to cover my bases and get both sides." I nodded, taking a deep breath. "But was Phoenix right? About Richardson last night?" I bit my lip, pulling on my thumbs. I want to say yes, but I know that no matter what I say it will come back on me. "Katie. We can't help you if we don't know what's going on." I fought back the tears, looking into his eyes. "No. I willingly slept with him last night. I just didn't expect it to get around base and I was embarrassed. That's why I denied it all."
He stared at me before his shoulders fell. "You're lying." It was like my heart stopped in my chest, and I felt like I could die right there. "Why would you lie to cover him?" I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, letting them flow freely down my cheeks. "Because it was my fault." The room stilled and I couldn’t look him in the eye now. "I don't know if it was because I gave him the wrong signals, or maybe it was the way I was dressed. But I know it was my fault." I jumped as the chair screeched across the floor and Captain Mitchell firmly gripped my shoulders. "That is not your fault. You didn't make him do that, he chose to do it himself. Now tell me. Did he hurt you?" I looked up at him in fear and shook my head. "No. I got him off me when I broke his nose and he ripped my dress but he didn't do anything to me." "But he tried?" I nodded and he stood up straight. "I'll make sure Admiral Simpson knows about this, and they'll be dealt with accordingly. Does your father know?" I jumped up, shaking my head.
"No! You can't do anything, if my dad finds out-" "He'll be livid and he'll lose his position as Lieutenant Commander. He may even be dishonorably discharged." I shook my head, holding onto his arm. "Captain. My parents both heard me scream last night when I was running from him, and they came outside and saw the state I was in, all while Blake was standing there." He stared at me, brows furrowed. "Are you telling me that Commander Blair just let him walk away after what he did to you?" I couldn't deny it now, so I nodded. "He was too concerned about our image. Captain, no matter how this goes, to him it's my fault and I'll suffer the repercussions from it. So please, don't say anything." I could tell he was having an internal battle with himself and finally after a few minutes of thinking he agreed. It was like a weight was lifted off my chest and I could breathe. "But I'm making their lives miserable in training." I nodded, glad that even if they didn't get official punishment, he would make their lives hell here. "Thank you." He made his way towards the door, but stopped short of pulling it open. "Katie." I looked up at him as he stood there. "If you were my daughter, no one would be able to find him after I was done with him." I gave him a soft smile, appreciating the sentiment. "Thank you, Captain." With that he left the room, leaving me alone.
I sat back in my chair, staring at my textbooks just wondering how I could bring myself to study after all that. But I sat up anyway, pouring myself into my work. But it was no use, my mind kept drifting off to my father finding out. Visualizing all the ways he could react. I was startled out of my thoughts by a hand touching mine. "It's just me." Natasha said, calming me down. "You okay? You've been staring at the wall since I sat down. Which was like five minutes ago. " I quickly nodded. "I'm fine." She shook her head. "No you're not. Katie, when are you gonna let us help you?" I huffed, giving her a small smile. "I appreciate the offer Natasha. But I need to do this myself." She grinned at me widely. "What?" She pointed at me, smiling. "You didn't say you didn't need help. I'm getting through to you." She sing songed making me laugh lightly. "But really, after all that," She said, pointing to the spot where we were all standing earlier. "Rooster and Hangman had to take a walk. They are so mad, I'm surprised steam didn't pour out of their ears." The picture in my head made me laugh. "If you ever need us, we're here Katie." I smiled at her. "Wanna stay wtlith me while I study?" She nodded and we sat there.
Eventually Rooster joined us, and they both helped me study for an upcoming exam, which made me feel a lot more confident about it. Soon it was time for them to leave and eventually my father text me, telling me we were leaving. I stood from my seat, packing everything in my bag, and knocking my notebook in the floor in the process. Before I could even bend down to grab it, someone else did. "Here." I took it from Lieutenant Seresin, putting it back in my bag. "Thank you." I said and he bit his lip, eyes drifting to his shoes before he looked up at me, hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry." I raised a brow in confusion. "I never actually apologized when I pulled you on that closet. I didn't know Coop was going around saying that, and if I had, I would've put a stop to it." I nodded, hands clutching my bag as I looked at him. Dark jeans, an orange Longhorns shirt, and boots. It was odd to see him out of uniform, but he looked good. "Thank you. I appreciate the apology."
"That was actually why I came in here earlier. I heard what Richardson had been saying and I wanted to let you know." I gave him a small smile. "I really really appreciate that." He smiled at me. "Seemed I was a little late though." I shook my head. "I think you were right on time. Everything could've been a lot worse if you hadn't shown up when you did." He chuckled, nodding. "Um, look. I know you have Rooster and Phoenix’s number. But here's mine, ya know, just in case you need someone else." His accent was thick as he held out a folded up piece of paper to me. I took it from him, seeing he did in fact put his number down with his name messing scrawled under it. "Thank you, Lieutenant. If you'll excuse me, I have to go. Can't be late meeting my dad outside his office." He nodded as I turned, walking away. "Hey Katie?" I stopped in the doorway, looking at him. "You can call me Jake." I laughed to myself, smiling at him. "Have a good night, Jake." He flashed me a million dollar smile as I walked down the hallway.
That night after studying and my shower I laid in bed, scrolling through instagram when I came across a picture of Natasha and Jake. I immediately remembered I had his number and I got up, pulling it from my bag before I crawled back in bed. I plugged the number into my phone, debating on texting him. He had a girlfriend and she already saw us leaving a room together and got the wrong idea. But something told me to text him.
Thank you for today. I don't think you understand how much I appreciate you coming to tell me what was going on. Guess you're not so bad after all.
I set my phone down, rolling onto my side, attempting to fall asleep. I didn't expect a reply tonight, so I was surprised when my phone buzzed.
Any time, and I'm glad you think I'm not that bad. I feel like I gotta redeem myself with you in some way.
I just smiled, setting my phone down again. He's really been trying to get me to change my perspective of him. Maybe for once I should listen to myself and not my parents.
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idc if its been overdone academic rivals with jake >>>>>>
yn (male) getting pissed and angry because jake is higher at him at quizzes and exams but jake is only high cause he wants yn to notice him
yn being dumb at physics gets forced to be tutored by jake and jake accidentally confesses why he wants to "beat" yn in every quiz or activity (spoiler its because yn likes smart guys)
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pairing: non idol!jake x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.5k
includes: high school au, blushy jake, mentions of the rest of enha, they're not really rivals (?), i'm terrible at physics, i feel like i'm so bad at academic rivals to lovers i'm sorry
a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))
requests open !! read my rules first
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“jake!” heeseung waves the boy over as soon as he leaves his classroom. sunghoon, jungwon, and niki are already sitting beside him at a random picnic table in the school’s courtyard. sunoo is the first to join them, followed by jungwon and then him. “we’re gonna go out and play basketball later, you wanna come?” 
jake glances over his shoulder, his eye catching you almost immediately. you’re laughing with one of your friends - mina. he’s seen you with her before: walking to your classes together, sitting side by side at lunch, dropping her off at her home after school. another small pang of jealousy creeps through him as he turns back to his friends. “maybe tomorrow,” he sighs. “i have some studying to catch up on.” 
“more studying?” jay asks. “it seems like all you do is study. you can’t take one night off?” 
“you know how hyung is,” niki says. “he’s pining for y/n’s attention and the only way he knows how to get it is by showing him up in class.”
“i’m trying to ‘show him up,’” jake defends. 
“so you admit that you’re pining for his attention?” sunghoon teases. jake purses his lips in embarrassment while his friends laugh at his reaction. he sighs, looking away. 
“don’t worry, hyung,” jungwon reaches over to pat his shoulder.
jake simply rolls his eyes; his mind already drifting back to you and your newest assignment. 
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jake slinks over to his seat near the back of the classroom like he does everyday, though he can’t help the way his eyes continuously drift over to your still-empty desk. mina has already arrived and pulled out her notebook in preparation for the day’s lesson just like she always does. he furrows his eyebrows a little when the teacher walks in, sitting down at her desk at the front of the room. her thin glasses sit low on her nose as she sighs. her eyes scan through the class list - occasionally glancing up to take attendance. “mina,” she calls, squinting down at the page. “is y/n not here today?” 
“he’s sick,” the girl replies. “he said he should be back by tomorrow.” 
“very well,” she sighs as she marks it down on the sheet before standing. “let’s begin.” 
jake flips through his textbook, eyes scanning through the various problems on the page, though despite his best efforts his mind continues to drift back to you. 
the hour passes quickly - being cut off by the shrill sound of a bell going off. he quickly shoves his notebook into his backpack before rushing over to mina. “hey.” 
“oh, hi jake,” she smiles. 
“do you know where y/n is? i took some notes for him just in case you didn’t.” 
“he should be at home. i can give you his number if you want.” 
“yeah, yeah, that would be great. thanks.” mina hums, leaning down to rip off a small piece of paper out of her notebook before scribbling down a string of numbers. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” 
“see you!” 
jake shoves the slip of paper into his pocket, making note to text you later as he wills his flushed face to calm down. 
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hi! it’s jake, from your physics class
i hope you don’t mind, i asked mina to give me your number
she said you were feeling sick so i took some notes for you
i can just text a few pics of them if you want
y/n <3
hi jake!! thank you for the notes, it means a lot
you can just text them over if you want
thank you again!!
you
of course
jake smiles as he flips through his notebook, quickly taking a few pictures of the example problems and his messily written notes before texting them to you.
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“hey, jake,” you tug your backpack over your shoulder as you make your way over to his desk. “i wanted to thank you for the notes again, they’re all really helpful.” 
“yeah, of course! i’m glad to help.” 
you pause, nervously looking down at the ground before continuing. “i was actually also hoping you could help me out sometime? i’m having trouble understanding quantum mechanics.” 
jake can feel his ears burning a light pink as he immediately nods. “i have some time later today if you want to meet up somewhere.” 
“i usually study in the courtyard. we can meet up after school if you want.” 
“that works perfectly.” 
“great!” you smile brightly at him, somehow deepening his blush. “i’ll see you later, then?” 
“i’ll see you later.” 
jake spends the rest of the day in a happy daze as he trudges along to his various different classes. the end of the day can never come fast enough but time feels like it’s moving especially slow. he’s finally given a reprieve when the final bell rings out, announcing the end of the school day. jake is quick to gather his notes and textbooks as he shoves them into his backpack before rushing out into the school’s courtyard. 
you’re sitting at one of the empty picnic tables, scrolling through your phone as you wait for him.  “y/n,” he calls as he jogs over to where you’re sitting. 
“jake!” your face lights up immediately as you smile at him. you pull out your textbook and notebook as jake slides over to sit across from you. “should we start with quantum field theory?” 
“sure.” 
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you find yourself falling into a routine with jake. every week you meet up at the same picnic table in the courtyard to study together or review your notes. sometimes you don’t even glance at your textbooks after taking them out. you just sit together and talk. about basketball, the newest lego set he’s completed, your plans for the future - everything. 
“hey,” jake’s voice breaks you out of your slight trance of staring at his lips as he pauses his rambling. “is everything okay? you’ve been staring into space.” 
“yeah, yeah,” you shake your head in a poor attempt to rid yourself of your thoughts about jake. about kissing him, cuddling with him, officially asking him out on a date. “i’m fine. what were you saying?” 
“i was gonna ask if you wanted to go out sometime.” 
you nearly choke on your drink, coughing a few times to clear your airway. jake frantically reaches over to pat your back to try and help calm you down. his face is flushed from a light blush when you calm down enough to reply. “like- like a date?” 
“yeah,” he sighs. “like a date.” 
you smile at him, leaning over to press a quick kiss against his cheek. “i’d love to go out with you.” 
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“hey,” jake greets you with a quick peck against your temple as he slides into the seat beside you at your lunch table. you hum in acknowledgement of his presence before turning back to your textbook. you’re still reading through the different blurbs about quantum theory and subatomic particles. “still studying?” 
“the test is today,” you reply. “i need to be prepared.” 
“okay, how about i make you a deal,” he gently pushes your textbook away from you and replaces it with you food. “when we pass the test, because we will, i’ll take you to that new korean barbecue place we saw a few weeks ago.” with one final glance at your notes you finally relent, turning your attention to your boyfriend instead. “deal?” 
“deal.” 
jake’s hand doesn’t leave yours until you enter the classroom. he lifts your intertwined hands to your lips, pressing a small ‘good luck’ kiss against the skin before you finally let go. 
the test feels increasingly less scary as you finally begin flipping through the pages. you answer the questions quickly, spending the remaining amount of time reviewing your work before the bell rings to announce the end of your class. your teacher stands up from across the room, walking around to collect the various papers. “thank you for all of your hard work today,” she calls. “you’ll have your grades by tomorrow.” 
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“jake!” the boy stumbles backwards when you run at him to jump into his arms, nearly tackling him to the floor in the process. 
“y/n,” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you. you pull back just enough to cup his cheek before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. despite his surprise, jake is quick to kiss back, slightly deepening it. 
“i passed the physics test, so i wanted to say thank you,” you smile. “i love you.” 
he leans back in, pulling you into yet another kiss. “i love you too.” 
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rubendiasatl · 11 months
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Wrong player, right time: Part 2 (Pablo Gavi, Pedri x Reader)
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“Thank you”, you paid the taxi driver and walked to Gavi’s front door.
“Hi? What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?”, you asked, and when he saw the tears in your eyes, he moved to let you go inside his house.
“Did something happen?”
Before you could say more, you started to cry and Gavi hugged you, trying to calm you down. He took you to the sofa so you could sit and brought you a cup of hot chocolate when you finally stopped sobbing.
“I get why he’s mad but it’s not my fault. Or yours. What am I supposed to do?”
“I do feel like it’s my fault”, said Gavi, surprising you.
“Why would you think that?”
“After that video came out, I started to feel guilty. Because you were getting abuse on social media and had to make your account private. And I can imagine how many other problems this might have caused”.
“It’d be the same if people knew who I’m really dating. None of it is your fault, Pablo. Don’t be silly”.
“Well, knowing you don’t blame me for any of it makes it a little better”, he smiled and you smiled at him too.
It was crazy how a rumour like that one could be hurting so many people at the same time.
“What should I do?”
“Let him be angry tonight. He’ll realise how wrong he was and apologize. He’s…he’s obsessed with you”, he laughed. “I’m really happy you two met after we realised this you and I thing wasn’t really going to work. He’s so happy when he’s with you”.
“Ok. I just hope he stops being like this soon. I don’t like feeling like this”.
“It’ll be fine. I promise. But let’s go to bed now because I’m really tired after the match and you have to rest your big brain before going to class tomorrow”.
Gavi took you to the guest room and even though it took you way longer than usual to fall asleep, you managed to get some rest after such an eventful day.
[Gavi]: hey idiot, she’s here. Just thought you’d like to know.
[Pedri]: I did. Thanks. How angry is she? I messed up.
[Gavi]: she isn’t angry. She’s sad. You better get a really good apology ready.
[Gavi]: and stop being an idiot. Imagine you lose her because of this.
Pedri looked at his friend’s text and felt his chest tightening. He couldn’t lose you. He needed to control his jealousy because you were right, it wasn’t your fault people made up those rumours.
The next morning, he woke up earlier than usual to drive to Gavi’s and talk to you.
“She’s in the kitchen. I’ll give you some time but don’t take too long. I have to eat too”.
“Don’t worry. And thank you, for looking after her last night”.
“That’s what friends are for”, said Gavi, leaving to go to his room.
Pedri walked to the kitchen and saw you eating your cereal while reading from a textbook. Hearing footsteps, you looked up and stared at him.
“I’m here to apologize. And to explain”.
“Ok, feel free to start”.
He wanted to chuckle but didn’t do it, fearing you could think he was laughing at you.
“I’m sorry. Really sorry. Reading comments from people is bad enough but hearing them while I’m right there…it was too much���.
“I get that but all the other things you said were more hurtful than you being annoyed at that. I felt like you didn’t believe my feelings for you or something”.
“I do! Of course I do!”, he quickly said. “But…I have to confess something”.
“What?”
“I’m jealous. Jealous that Pablo was the one you talked to first. That you clearly liked him and flirted with him”, you wanted to speak but he stopped you. “I know. I know nothing happened and your dates were a disaster and all that. And that you liked me first but…you met him first. You were willing to give him a chance and that’s something that is on the back of my mind. Also that he wanted to date you. It’s tough to know that, you know?”
You had never really thought about that but it made sense. Even if you weren’t dating his friend, you thought about that as a possibility once. And so did Gavi. That had to be weird for Pedri, even if you’ve proven to him he’s the one you really want to be with.
“Sorry I never thought about that and how it could make you feel”.
“It’s ok”, he said, really meaning it. “I know Pablo doesn’t think about it either but I remember those weeks when he talked about you. And he’s the biggest supporter of our relationship now, I know that. But still…”.
You took his hand, happy to be able to touch him again. “We should have spoken about this before. But now it’s out and I can tell you, again, I only want you. And I understand it’s hard for you to see people thinking I’m dating your friend so I’ve been thinking”.
“About?”
“We should make our relationship public”.
“Are you really ready for that?”, the fact that he worried so much warmed your heart.
“Yes. I want everyone to know who the boy I really love is. And it’s you”.
You have never mentioned the l-word before and Pedri was a bit shocked to hear you say it now. He felt the same but was trying to find the right time to confess those feelings.
“Do you really mean that?”, he asked.
“Are you done? I’m hungry!”
You both turned to glare at Gavi, who was walking towards the kitchen.
“She just told me she loves me, Pablo. Can you please leave so I tell her I love her too and kiss her? I’ll buy you a bacon McMuffin on the way to training if you do”.
“Ok”, he said, leaving. And before you could continue talking, you heard him screaming. “I love you guys too!”
You looked down, laughing. And Pedri held your chin to make you look at him.
“I love you too. And if you want us to go public, I’ll be happy to show you off. But don’t just do it because of me”.
“I’ll do it because of me too. And because of Pablo. It’s also not fair for him to be part of this stupid rumour”.
“Ok then, we can talk about the best way to do it. There’s no hurry, really”.
You finished eating your breakfast sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, enjoying his kisses and sweet words. All until you were interrupted again by Gavi. But this time it was ok because you had to go to class and they had to go to training. There will be time for cuddles later.
                               **
The plan was very simple, really. You made your account public again, which made you gain thousands of followers during the match. And then, when the match was over, you posted a photo. Your back was to the camera, so everyone could see your shirt. And so they could see you weren’t wearing Gavi’s shirt, but Pedri’s.
Because you were feeling extra cheeky, you captioned it “Sorry guys, you got the wrong player this whole time. It’s Barça’s number 8 who I always liked”.
Even though you expected nerves after posting the photo, fearing the reaction from people, you actually felt pretty relaxed. It was nice to set the record straight. And you knew how much this meant to Pedri and how happy he was going to be. You only wanted to make him happy, in the same way he only wanted to make you happy.
“Hello official girlfriend”, he said when he reached his car, where you were waiting for him.
“Oh, so it wasn’t official until now? What were we doing before then?”
It felt so good to be able to finally kiss him in public, not caring about who could see you. So good that you got a little carried away. And Gavi was going home with Ferrán so there was no one there to interrupt you.
“I want to post a photo with you”, said Pedri, his forehead pressed against yours.
“Ok, you can do that whenever you want. You don’t need to ask me”.
“We can choose our favourite later and I’ll post it, ok?”
“Deal”.
                             **
“I’m going to get some water, do you want something?”
“No, I’m good. Don’t take too long”.
The good thing about people knowing about you and Pedri was that he could now hang out in your dorm too. The bad one…
“Here comes the footballer slut. Any bets on who she’ll sleep with next?”
You just looked down and kept walking, not realising Pedri had opened the door to tell you to get some water for him too, so he heard the comments made about you. Those you had to listen to every day. Those you never told him about.
“What did you call her?”
The girls were surprised to see him there, confronting them.
“Nothing”, said one of them.
“No, I heard you. Are you harassing my girlfriend?”
“It’s just banter”, said the one who had actually made the comment this time, trying to laugh. “You know, we call each other those things all the time”.
“It’s only banter if everyone finds it funny. She doesn’t. Do not speak about her like that ever again”.
Most of them left but one of the girls was feeling feisty and didn’t welcome Pedri’s tone.
“What are you going to do if we don’t stop?”
“Get you kicked out of here would be a good start”.
“You can’t do that, rich boy”.
“I’m pretty sure harassing other girls in the dorms is not allowed so let’s not find out what happens if I do”.
“What’s going on?”, you didn’t expect to see Pedri talking to all the other girls when you came back. And by the way they looked at each other, it wasn’t a friendly chat.
“Oh, nothing. Your boyfriend was threatening us because we’re being mean to you”.
“What?”
“How long has this been going for?”, you knew that question was directed at you.
“It doesn’t matter”.
You tried to walk to your room and take him with you, but he didn’t want to move.
“It matters. You live here. You deserve to not be surrounded by a group of mean girls calling you names”.
“I don’t listen to them. It’s fine. Let’s move on…”.
“Like she’ll move on from you to another one of your friends”.
“Shut up!”
The girls were surprised by your scream but no one was as surprised as you. You had been trying to avoid them because you didn’t want any fights but God, were they testing your patience.
You took that chance to go back to your room and Pedri followed you.
“You should have told me”.
“So you could do what? Threaten them? What would that fix?”
“You shouldn’t have to put up with this…it’s bad enough to get those comments on social media, but you shouldn’t have to deal with this where you live. It’s not fair”.
“Yeah, well. I’ve been here for 5 months and it’s been like this since the beginning so I’m used to it”.
Pedri kept looking at you, trying to find a solution.
“Move in with me”.
“What? No. I’m not ready to move in with you”.
“Then let me rent a place just for you”.
“No!”
“You can’t stay here…”, he wasn’t going to allow you to stay there, being bullied every day.
“There is nowhere else I can go”.
“I’ll think of something but you’re coming with me today”.
“Pedri…”.
“Please, stay with me. The boys are coming around to watch a match later, it’ll be fun”.
“Ok. But I’m staying here”.
Not if he could find another place for you to stay. And he wasn’t going to stop until he found one.
                             **
Going to Pedri’s house after what happened at your dorm was actually the best idea. Some other players brought their girlfriends too and you had a great time. Your boyfriend tried to bring up what happened but you ignored it. There was no point in going over it again.
“Everyone leaving in a second”, he said, hugging you from behind. “And then it’s just us here”.
You giggled, hoping they could leave a little faster and then saw Gavi approaching you.
“I have a solution for your problem”.
“What problem?”, you asked.
“The dorm issue”.
“Pedri! Why did you tell him?”
“Let’s listen to his solution”, he answered, avoiding your glare.
“My sister is going away for a month. She’s happy with you staying at her apartment. And it gives you a whole month to find another place to stay”.
“That’s great!”, said Pedri.
“I don’t know…”.
“Come on, it’s a good plan. You aren’t happy there and I’m not happy knowing you’re being bullied because of me”.
“And me”, said Gavi. “So you have to move. We’re both really worried”.
You sighed. It was a good idea. “Ok…”.
Three days later, you were back at your dorm to pack all of your stuff. You could see all the girls staring at you when they walked past, but no one made any comments. And you expected some because it was just you there.
The boys had training and Pedri also needed to do some interviews for his sponsors. So you had to do the whole move by yourself and Gavi was going to meet you at the apartment to give you the keys and show you around a bit.
"Are you leaving for good?", you turned to look at who spoke. It was a girl you had seen a few times and that always said hello to you. She was one of the few that didn't say anything nasty to you.
"Yes".
"I'm sorry you have to because of how you've been treated but look at it this way, it's you who has the boyfriend they all want to have".
You laughed at her comment. "I guess, yeah. I'll see you around".
Putting the last box on the passenger's seat, you drove to your home for the next couple of weeks. And when you arrived there, you saw Gavi waiting for you. He waved when he spotted you and you got out of the car to give him a hug.
"I hope you thanked your sister again. I really appreciate her letting me stay here".
"I did. Don't worry. Just don't use her shampoo. She gets very aggressive when someone does".
"Did you do it?", you chuckled.
"It was the only one available and I apparently used too much when I don't have much hair. She was really mean".
"I wish I had a sibling. Sounds like it's a lot of fun".
                          **
"Don't freak out, please".
Pedri looked at Gavi, starting to freak out. "Don't tell me to not freak out like that or I will. What happened?"
"So, remember the other day when I was helping your girlfriend move into my sister's apartment?"
"Sure".
"Someone took photos of us".
"And?"
"We were hugging and then leaving after the hour that took us to get everything sorted. So they are posting it as…you know".
"You using your sister's place to cheat on me?"
Gavi groaned. "It's exhausting".
"Yeah".
"You ok, bro?"
But Pedri only nodded, leaving to start training.
You were on your way to class when you noticed people looking at you and whispering. It was nothing new but it always bothered you.
"How could you do this to Pedri?", said a girl, almost screaming in your face while her friend told her to chill.
"Do what?"
"Cheat on him with his best friend".
"Oh God", you rolled your eyes. "Not this again. Gavi and I are just friends".
"How do you explain this?"
She shoved her phone in your direction and you caught it to look at whatever she meant.
It was an article with photos of you and Gavi hugging outside of his sister's place and leaving. The article pointed out a few times how you spent a whole hour there.
"I'm staying there because I had to leave my dorm. That's why we stayed there for an hour. He was helping me with the boxes. I guess whoever took these photos forgot to mention that. It didn't fit their plan".
"So you are not cheating on him?"
"No! I love him. I'd never do that".
For the rest of the classes, you worried about how Pedri would take this. Given his reaction last time…
The plan was to meet for dinner and stay with him. You had a lot of uni work to do but could do it at his place. He didn't mind.
"Please don't be angry. Please please please", you whispered after ringing the doorbell.
"Hello amor".
Pedri hugged you and told you to go do your homework while he got dinner ready. Maybe he didn't see the article yet…
It had to be that. He made no comment about it and acted like any other day, showering you with love.
"Did you…did you see anything in the news today?", you asked while having dinner. You needed to know.
"You mean the news about you cheating on me with my best friend? Yeah, Pablo showed it to me".
How can he say it so nonchalantly?
"Are you ok? Like, after seeing it?"
"Yes".
His smile was genuine and that only confused you more.
"You aren't angry like last time?"
"Stop that", he said, chuckling. "I know I overreacted last time but I promised you it wasn't going to happen again. I know what was really happening when those photos were taken. I trust you and I trust my friend".
"Thank you for trusting me", you said, sitting on his lap and hugging him.
"Thank you for choosing me", he winked.
"Easiest decision I've ever made".
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Have you ever heard of the Pareto Principle? No? How about the 80/20 rule? They are one and the same. This is a rule that says that 80% of the result you get comes from 20% of the effort you give. This is from Wikipedia: The 80/20 rule is an axiom of business management that “80% of sales come from 20% of clients. This means if you aren’t giving the right kind of effort, you’re probably not get 80% of what you want.
1 . Answer questions | Study smarter, not harder
Reading your notes over and over again is not the best, or the smartest way to study. Sure, it’s great, and helps, but sometimes you can get more out of a different way of studying smart. One way to study smarter and not harder is to answer questions. Get questions from past exam papers, from online, or just make up questions form your notes or textbooks. This is a way to form super rapid connections in your brain. It makes exam taking so much easier than if you only read, read and read.
2 . Organize your notes to study smarter
When I say that you should organize your notes, I mean that you need to be completely aware of how all your study notes look like, whether it’s your class notes, textbooks, or study notes. Learn your strengths and weaknesses when it comes to school.
What subjects are you good at? What subjects are you bad at? What topics do you like? What do you find easy? That’s not all. Are all your notes up to date? Do you have all the notes you need? Do you have the textbooks you need? You need to fix up all the notes you don’t have. This will help you to learn how to study smarter and not harder!
3 . Set a strict routine to study smarter, not harder
This is one of my most recommended tips to study smarter and not harder. If you get into a strict routine and tell yourself that every day at 10am you will study, it will be really easy to study. Routines are very important for human beings. It makes us very efficient. If you study every day like clockwork, it means you will get better grades!
Sticking to your routine is important. That means you have to take other factors into account. These include, sleeping on time, eating right, and taking care of yourself in general. Set a time for studying right now. Are you a morning person, or maybe a night owl? Use this to your advantage and set a study time. If you try it out, you will see how much it helps you out.
4 . Be in it for the long run
Studying is about being in it for the long run. What does long run mean, you ask? This is when you know that you aren’t going to be studying for only one night every exam season. You need to finally accept that studying is going to be a big part of your life for a few years, depending on what stage of education you are at.
Face it – being a student is your only obligation right now. It’s the time to learn new things and decide on your career path for the next stage in your life. That’s why it’s important for you to have the right mindset when it comes to studying. The right mindset is what helps you to study smarter and not harder. Because you know that it’s not about the all-nighter the day before the exam. It’s about constantly refreshing your knowledge.
5 . Set realistic goals
Getting motivated and pumped up is great. It happens to me all the time. I watch one youtube video and think, yes! This is my time to finally shine! I have so much energy right now, I could do it all!
Don’t tell yourself that you will study all your notes, all your textbooks, and everything in between in one hour, or one day. It’s just not possible, or feasible. Break studying down into chunks. Set a smaller goal. Here is an example of a goal: Tomorrow at 6am, I’m going to wake up and study for at least one hour. That’s a more reasonable goal. It helps you to study smarter, not harder.
6 . Work on one new habit at a time
While it’s great to want to immediately begin to study smarter, you need to dial it back. And I mean that in the most compassion way ever. Don’t get carried away with wanting to transform your entire life overnight. It isn’t sustainable.
Choose one good habit that you will start today. Here is an example: Tomorrow, the moment it hits 2pm, I’m going to sit down at my study table and do some studying. That’s a really good goal. It teaches you the importance of a routine, and it ensures that you will study every day and stick to your goals.
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Could you make a story with Josie Saltzman and fem reader where they’re supposed to study together buy reader keeps getting distracted or about literally anything you want.
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Flufftober, October 12th
Female witch reader x Josie Saltzman
Warnings: swearing?
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"Uggghhhh, why am I doing this!?" you complain to your best friend and slump in your chair, closing your textbook. "Because we need to study, you especially" Josie, raises an eyebrow.
"Hey! I know what we're doing in science" You cross your arms, pouting. "Y/n/n, we're studying medieval witchcraft" Josie chuckles at your mouth hanging open.
"Wait, I'm in medieval witchcraft? When the hell did that happen?" You flip through the textbook. After twenty seconds, you shut it again, groaning. "Oh, screw this!" You exclaim and lay your head in your arms, on the table.
"It's going to be okay, Hon" Josie rubs a hand in circles on your shoulder. You groan again.
"When did I even choose to take this stupid class?" Your voice I'd muffled by your sleeve covered arm. "You didn't, this is what happens when you don't hand in the form at the end of the year for what classes you want to take the next year" Josie says, knowing one hundred percent you threw that sheet in the recycling bin the day after you got it without reading it.
"Well that explains my wack of a schedule. And how I'm in more classes with your twin than you. Like no offense, but Lizzie drives me insane sometimes" you tilted your head up. "None taken" Josie quietly snickers.
"I take offense" a familiar voice calls from behind you guys. "I'll zap you" You glare at her. She immediately nods and backs out of the room.
"Someone's grumpy today" Josie says. "Well you should be used to it by now and I know you love me" you give a sarcastic smile. "...wait, you're telling me you willingly chose to take this class?!" You exclaim.
"Y/n/n." "What?" "Work!" Josie says, opening your textbook back up. You guys have a quiz tomorrow, and even though your really smart, Josie knows you need a push to actually do the boring studying part on classes your iffy about.
"Okay, okay" you give in and start reading the page.
"Ooh, can I braid your hair?" You perk up, getting sidetracked. Josie's about to deny you, but then realizes that maybe if your hands are working, then she can quiz you about the subject.
"Okay, but nothing fancy" she points her pencil at you. "Got it" you stand and walk behind where she's sat.
You run your hands through her silky hair and split it into two parts. You start braiding her hair on the left first. Now that your hands are busy, she starts to ask you questions.
"What's the difference between the herbs they used then vs what we use now to cast a binding spell" Josie raises an eyebrow, starting off with something simple.
"Trick question, we use the same plants and herbs today for binding spells as they did back then, the names had just changed over time" you answer, not thinking about it.
"Hmm, okay great..." Josie says and continues asking you questions as you braid two dutch braids into her hair.
After twenty minutes of her asking questions and you answering. At the same time, you doing her hair, you get through a lot on the subject bases.
"And, done" you tell her, tying the last hair tie into her hair. You casted a tiny spell to get two of them to appear in your hand a bit ago.
You also now make a mirror appear in your hand and show her how her hair looks. "Wow, you did a good job, thanks" she kisses your cheek before you sit back down.
"And you know what?" "What?" You tilt your head.
"You're way smarter than you make it seem" she tells you. You gasp in offense, "you better take that back right now." You place your hand on your chest in faux agony about her comment.
"Okay, how about I make up for it by having a movie night?" She smirks, knowing that gets you every time. "You're on" you throw tbe unnecessary heavy textbook back into your bag.
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Keep you Safe (REVISED)
In which Reader returns to field calls after a three-month recovery, and Egon struggles with past trauma.
A continuation of this one-shot, but it can be skipped without missing any context.
General info:
Egon x fem!Reader, established romantic relationship, hurt/comfort, the boys are dorks, good vibes
Part 1 of 5
Content warnings: blood mention, a spooky little guy
~5.1k words
(I was unhappy with the previous version of this chapter, but I'll leave it up so that people can see the huge improvements that two great proofreaders (@bookswinalways and @mirandamnit(derogatory) can make between drafts.)
You gasped in delight. That’s it.
You closed the book in your hands and trotted across the room to Egon, who was peering intently into his microscope. “Spengs," you said, a smile spreading  across your face, "I think I’ve identified your ghost.”
He pushed his chair back and looked up at you, openly adoring. “Tell me.” 
“It sounds like a revenant of Buer to me,” you said excitedly, handing him back his field book. 
He furrowed his brow a bit, and leaned back in his chair. “I’m not familiar with that entity.” 
“It’s a lower level demonic entity associated with healing and eternal life." You scuttled over to the bookshelf and pulled out your large, tattered copy of Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, its spine held together by several layers of yellowing clear tape. “I’ve always wanted to get my hands on a Buerian ectoplasmic sample,” you said as you flipped through the withered pages and handed Egon the textbook, “but it’s assumed they went extinct when the Shandorian cultists slaughtered the only remaining nest back in the twenties.”
Egon shrugged, reading over the text. “Perhaps we were wrong in our assumption. The description seems to fit perfectly, and this is entirely unique from cases we’ve previously had.” 
“Egon.” He couldn’t suppress the small smile creeping over his face from the giddiness bubbling in your voice. “If this really is Buerian, and if we could secure a live ectoplasmic sample and construct a viable protein expression vector plasmid, it would be an absolute game changer in our research. Just imagine if we could isolate the enzyme production responsible for Buer’s regenerative properties.”
“This creature is a Class IV quasi-corporeal specter,” he said, reading over your notes written in the margins of the tattered pages. “I'm sorry to say that I don’t think it’s possible to get a fully serviceable sample back to our lab on time for it to be of any use. It would destabilize far too quickly. The site is almost eighty miles out.”
“Well,” you said a bit hesitantly, “I should be able to stabilize it in the field long enough to get it back here in workable condition, but only…but only if I go on the call with you guys.”
Egon’s head shot up from the textbook and he locked eyes with you. You saw the split second of panic on his face before he almost immediately forced it back. It took him a moment to summon his voice. “If you believe that is best.” 
For just a few moments, a tense silence smothered the lab. 
"Yeah. I'm coming to the next call with you guys," you said, trying and failing to sound firm. “I could show you or one of the guys how to stabilize the sample long enough to get it here, but it’d take a few weeks. The entity will disappear after Sagittarius passes tomorrow. We’d have to wait at least another year for it to come back.”
You searched his face as he kept his gaze intently on the textbook, avoiding your eye. “You don’t seem too thrilled about me going.” 
He swallowed. “It’s something I’d have to get used to again,” he said. “That's all.” 
You sighed. "You used to get so excited when I'd go on busts with you…"
His eyes flitted to the thick scars torn along your forearm.
You followed his gaze and yanked your sleeve down to your wrist, your face burning. “I think more than enough time has passed for me to start going on field-calls again, don’t you think?”
He stayed quiet, his gaze still on your arm. After a moment, he cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. “It’s 2:58,” he said, a bit strained. “Our debriefing for tomorrow’s call is in two minutes, so we’d better head upstairs.”
“Please don’t avoid my question.”
He fiddled with his collar and clenched his jaw, avoiding your eye. “Can we discuss this later?”
You sighed again. “Alright.”  
The other boys were already seated around the kitchen table and munching on snacks when the two of you entered. The homemade rat-trap Egon designed sat ominously beneath the table, sizzling quietly. 
Winston popped open a can of seltzer and leaned back in his chair. “Any updates on identifying our mystery ghostie?”
“We’re looking at a revenant of Buer,” you said. “It’s a low-level demonic entity. Pretty mellow.”
“I thought the Shandor freaks killed them all off seventy years ago,” Peter said.
“I did, too,” you said. “But I think this one may be the last of its kind. In all honesty this call can be skipped because the demon is gonna disappear once Sagittarius is over tomorrow.”
“‘But’?” Peter prodded, sensing your excitement. 
A small smile crept across your lips. “But I really, really would love to get an ectoplasm sample off it. So if you decide to keep it booked, I’m gonna tag along on this one.”
Excitement exploded between the three boys, their cheers and delight deafening in the small kitchen. Peter accidentally kicked the rat trap in his excitement and yelped with the jolt of electricity that shot up his foot. Egon remained quiet, his face a bit pale. Winston cracked open another can of seltzer and forced it into Egon’s hand, somewhat concerned that Egon was about to vomit next to him. 
Once the boys tired out their celebrations, Ray asked, “What sort of danger are we looking at?”
“None, really. It won’t attack unless attacked, but it’ll try to scare the crap out of you. It’s really only a two-person job, so a few of you could stay behind if you’d like." Your gaze momentarily flitted to Egon, but he averted his eyes.
“Are you kidding?!” Ray asked eagerly, practically bouncing out of his seat. “Your first bust after three months and a one-night-only one-of-a-kind ghost? We should all go! If Janine was here then we’d make her come, too!” 
“Anything special with this demon?” Peter asked, rubbing his foot, “Or is it just the typical ‘trap it in a salt circle’ routine?”
“We’re just gonna trap it in a salt circle and harvest some goo,” you said. “Nothing special.”
Winston finished his seltzer. “Anything else before meeting adjourned?” 
“Yes, actually,” Egon said, his voice uncharacteristically authoritative, but a bit cracked. He cleared his throat. “I want you all to re-read the first-aid protocols and be especially cognizant of emergency procedures. I myself am taking the time to do so as soon as the meeting’s over.” 
Peter cocked an eyebrow. “You’re giving us homework? Don’t you think that’s being a bit—ow!” he gasped when Winston kicked him under the table. 
“We’ll get it done, doc,” Winston said brightly, getting to his feet. “Good chat, everyone! I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
The meeting ended and all the boys went their separate ways: Winston, Ray, and Peter headed home, and Egon returned to the lab. You decided to stay in the kitchen and make yourself something to eat, both because you were hungry and because you wanted to give Egon a bit of space. 
Egon had all the medical kits out on a lab table when you went back into the lab, a clipboard next to each one.
“Whatcha doing, Spengs?” you asked, placing a full plate on his desk. 
“I’m double-checking the first-aid kits’ inventories to make sure everything is in-place.” 
“Oh, I see. What’s that one you’ve got? I don’t recognize it.”  
He tilted the ampule in his hands so it was a bit so the label was easier for you to read: Norepinephrine intramuscular injection. “This is for only the most dire of situations. It increases blood pressure in the event of severe but controlled blood loss to prevent hypoxia and subsequent organ damage. In layman's terms, it temporarily makes the remaining blood in the body more efficient at moving oxygen.” 
"That’s a pretty intense little item there."
He placed it back into the kit. “There was a time where it was needed and not available. That is a scenario that must never happen again.” 
The remorse of his voice made your heart sink a bit. “Makes sense,” you said, not wanting to make him pursue the topic any further. “Anyways, who’s your connection for all this kind-of-not-legal medical stuff you got a hold of?” 
“My old roommate in my undergraduate dorm.”
You cocked your head a bit. “I thought Ray was your undergrad roommate.”
“Yes, he became my roommate after the first one went to jail.”
“Why?” 
“Crime, presumably.” 
You grabbed one of his coats off the coat rack and pulled it over your shoulders. "It's getting late. I'm gonna head home before it gets dark out."
"Alright, sweetheart." He walked over to you and pulled you in for a kiss on your brow. "I'll see you in a couple of hours."
Egon was still rummaging through the medical kits when Peter came trotting down the stairs. Egon, figuring that he was simply down there to swipe a treat from the sweets’ drawer, said, “Careful with the rat trap, Venkman. I don’t want you getting burned again.”
"Spengler." Egon turned around to see Peter standing in front of him, uncharacteristically serious. “How are you?”
The question threw Egon for a bit of a loop. “I’m doing well, thank you.” 
Peter planted his hands firmly on Egon’s shoulders. “Eegs, bud, I love you,” he said in a surprisingly tender voice. “And I don’t want to sound like an ass, but I’m calling BS. You look like absolute shit. Winston is keeping emesis bags in his pocket because you look like you’re ten seconds away from throwing up. We’re worried about you.”
Egon sighed, suddenly looking very tired. He reached forward and grabbed Peter’s shoulder, returning the gesture in a rare moment of affection. “I think that, once tomorrow is over, we’ll all be better off for it.” 
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Egon's face was stuck to the pillow in a mess of dried tears when he awakened, exhausted, his heart pounding in his chest. He instinctively reached forward to feel your warmth, but your side of the bed was empty and cold. The bedroom was bathed in the deep, rich blue of the cold early morning, illuminating its interior with a soft glow.   
He stumbled into the restroom and cringed with the sharp ache that settled behind his eyes when he switched the light on, not yet fully shaken from the waves of sleep, his hands tightly gripping either side of the sink. He squeezed his eyes shut to give them a moment to adjust to the harshness of the fluorescent light and soon managed to open them without fuss. The reflection in the mirror was somewhat blurred without his glasses, but he saw the redness and swelling around his eyes, the rawness of his nose and the flush in his cheeks. He blew his nose with some toilet paper, splashed water on his face, but it did little to conceal his congestion or the discoloration on his cheeks. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He stood completely still for a moment, trying to calm the blood pounding in his ears. 
He saw your silhouette sitting on the couch in the dim morning glow when he entered the living room, curled up near the armrest. You were scribbling equations in your notebook, trying to clean up the stats of your most recent experiments as your hot morning cocoa steamed on the nearby coffee table, perilously close to the portable computer. You were in pajamas, bundled up in his old coat that was far too large for you, cozy in the chilly winter morning.
It was really you this time. Warm, loving, safe.
And alive.
“You’re up early,” you said simply, switching your focus to your clunky laptop.
He came up from behind and snaked his arms around you, rested his chin on your shoulder, his flushed cheek pressed against yours. The position would very quickly grow uncomfortable for him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be close to you, to feel your presence pressed directly against himself, despite the muscles in his back already searing in protest. 
You reached over your shoulder and ran your fingers through his plushy hair, still typing with your free hand. “Hey, Spengs.” You awkwardly craned your neck and quickly planted a few small kisses on his face, nipping a bit at the bridge of his nose, but it didn’t yield a reaction, as if he didn’t register it. You chalked it up to him still being half-asleep and resumed typing on the laptop. 
"I can’t seem to get this ANOVA to run properly…” you muttered to yourself, staring intently at the laptop screen. “I’ve got the fixed effect models running. I’ve got all the means programmed in. I’ve got the confounds accounted for…” You idly flexed your wrist and stretched your arm up to relieve a bit of tension starting to build up from hours of typing. “The CSV is running. I double-checked all the data sets. Something is wrong…” you grumbled, unaware that your sleeve slipped down to your elbow, fully revealing the long, pale scars torn along your forearm. 
The sight sent a harsh jolt of dread down his spine. He squeezed his eyes shut. 
You were completely engrossed in your work as your fingers flashed over the keyboard, whispering obscenities at the numerous error windows popping up. 
He reflexively tightened his grip around you, almost painfully. He started shaking and his breath hitched in his throat. You stopped typing. He felt the immediate change in your demeanor and he knew he'd been found out. 
“Bad night?”
He didn’t answer.  
You gently shut the laptop, its fans angrily whirring, and propped it up so the vents would cool. “Let’s get back to bed.”
In the bedroom, you slipped into the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around him, throwing your leg over him to pull yourself as close to him as you could, tucking his head under your chin. “Hey, Spengs.” 
He grabbed one of your hands and pressed a kiss to your palm, held it against his cheek, feeling the slightest bit of the tension in his stomach unwind from the warmth of your touch. 
You knew the answers to the questions you were about to ask, but you wanted to hear them said in his own words. “What are you feeling?”
A moment of silence passed. 
His voice was thick and quaking when he was finally able to summon it, breaking the tremulous silence. “Dread.”
“About?”
“Tonight.” He cleared his throat. “It isn’t my decision to make for you, nor should it be,” he said, holding your hand to his chest. “And I really, really want to try and convince you to reconsider, but I shouldn’t, because objectively, your choice is perfectly rational.” He swallowed. “But, I’m terrified, and I want to want you to go, but I don’t. To be perfectly honest, I think yours is the best idea for putting a new foot forward, but I’m absolutely dreading it with every fiber of my being.”
 "Maybe you should sit it out."
He shook his head. “I think I need this call much more than you do.”
You were inclined to agree, but you kept that to yourself. “I think it’ll be good for both of us.” You adjusted your position to one a bit more comfortable. “Try to get some sleep, Spengs.”
He stayed quiet, holding your hand tightly to his chest. He trembled from the tension radiating across his body. 
“I’ll stay here for a while, if you’d like.” 
He took a breath and sighed deeply, and you felt some of his tension relax.
“Thank you.” 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
The Ecto-One was parked just outside the large tunnel of a decayed storm drain covered in layers of  faded graffiti, with sickly pale yellow weeds growing in its numerous cracks. The day was just passing into evening, the sun sat swollen and red on the horizon as everyone readied their gear. The smog caused the glowing skyline to flicker, blurring the boundary between the city and the darkening sky.
All the boys now had their own emergency medical kit strapped to their proton pack, which added an additional five pounds to its heavy bulk. You opted to skip carrying a proton pack, instead carrying a large bag with refrigerated canisters and numerous tools for sample collecting. You stuffed a freshly harvested rabbit from the butcher into one of your oversized jumpsuit pockets, along with a few stones of Aztec turquoise. 
Winston finished strapping on his equipment and looked around. “It’s exactly as we left it,” he said brightly. “Disgusting.” 
“Oh, hey!” Peter trotted to the front of the tunnel and pointed to a large scorch mark. “This is where I blew up that one cult lady!” He put his hands on his hips. “Can’t believe it’s still here three years later,” he mused. 
“Do you mean a ghost?” you asked as you prepped your streptolysin solutions. “Or did you blow up a live person?”
“Oh, I absolutely blew up a person. Oh!” He trotted over to another, much larger scorch mark. “And here’s where Egon nailed two at once!” 
You snickered and glanced at Egon. Ray was muttering to him as the two readied their gear. Egon's hands were violently shaking as he struggled to secure the straps of his proton pack around his chest. Ray gently put his hands over Egon’s and held them steady until each strap was buckled into place. You turned away,  providing them a bit of discretion.
“Why do I have to be the one to lure it out?” Peter whined.
“You volunteered for it,” Winston said. “But I’ll do it instead if you’d like.”
“No,” Peter said. “I want to do it.” 
You held up the PKE meter, and it started glowing. “It’s resting in the tunnel.”
Peter poured out a half-circle of blessed salt with about a ten-foot radius, and stood just behind it, with its open end facing the tunnel. 
“You remember how to lure it out?” she asked. 
Peter nodded, rubbed his hands together, and cupped them over his mouth. “Oh, boy!” he hollered. “I would sure love to make a deal to acquire some supernatural knowledge in exchange for my delicious, tender Kosher-friendly flesh!” 
You cocked an eyebrow at his crass phrasing, but now was not the time to acknowledge it. 
The PKE meter flared in your hand just as the scent of rancid meat flooded the clearing. 
Something began stirring from within the tunnel. Slowly, the demon uncurled from its sleeping position and stood up. Its flesh was partially rotted away and hanging from its skeleton, wet and gangrenous; it stood on gangly lion-like paws, emaciated; its arms dragged on the ground as it moved forward, painful and slow, very hesitant to put weight on one of its legs. The creature was grotesque, deformed and decaying as it slowly limped towards Peter, walked into the center of the circle and halted a few feet from him.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said pleasantly. “You  don’t really look like the picture you placed in the Singles Newspaper ads.” 
“Reddite carnem vestram, desertam a pastore vestro te ducere cognitionis deo,” the creature growled at Peter, its breathing labored and ragged between its words, unaware that you were rapidly pouring salt on the ground and closing the circle. 
"Oh, I'm very flattered. But, I'm married. Dana already has claim to my flesh. You’ll need to take it up with her before we go through with anything." 
You gave him a thumbs-up and he nodded back at you. “She’s trapped in there, right? No way to get out?” 
“She could decorporealize her form and remanifest in her home realm,” Egon piped up, his deep voice somewhat strained. “But, in our world, she’s limited to the perimeter of the salt circle.”
“Good. I wanna see what will happen if I say something Christian-y to her.”
“Don’t say something Christian-y to her!” you, Ray, Egon, and Winston all exclaimed at once. 
Peter stood at the edge of the salt circle and locked eyes with the beast, his mouth twisted into a devious sneer. “Bless you.” 
The creature shrieked in outrage and Peter yelped as he was showered with a harsh downpour of ectoplasm. He stood rigid for a moment with his head ducked, absolutely drenched in thick, hot goo as the creature paced in the salt circle, shaking its head. “You never mentioned that she could slime the hell out of us,” he said, dripping ectoplasm on the ground. “Would’ve been useful info to have. Thanks.”
“I didn’t know Buerian entities could do that!” You couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice. “This is going to be the first documented report of it ever happening.” 
“Guys, I’m gonna tap out on this one,” Peter said flatly. He walked a few paces, every movement accompanied by a wet squelch, and laid down on his back with his arms outstretched. “Goodnight.” 
You started walking towards the salt circle. The creature snarled at your approach and Egon instinctively seized your forearm with an iron grip, but immediately let go when you gasped, “Ow!” 
“I’m sorry,” he stammered quickly, struggling to keep the quiver in his chest from reaching his voice. 
The beast cackled in delight. “Ab hoste maligno defende me, Anima Christi,” it croaked jeeringly, baring several rows of filthy human teeth. 
“We don’t mean you harm,” you said, walking up to the edge of the salt circle and bowing. “Do you speak English?”
The PKE meter in your hand whirred excitedly and rapidly flashed through different color signals, jerking back and forth in your hand like a captured fish and almost jumping out of your grip. 
The creature hissed again and backed itself as far as it could within the confines of the salt circle. "What is that?!"
"Spectrometer. It helps us find spirits." You silenced the PKE meter and stuck it in your back pocket, your head still bowed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m actually very excited to meet you.” 
After warily eying you for a moment, the creature lowered its hackles and bowed its head in return. 
“I brought you some gifts, and I have some questions if it’s okay with you,” you said, stepping into the salt circle. The creature cocked its head as you laid the rabbit and turquoise on the ground. “Who is your master?”
“I serve my Lord and Shepherd Buer, master of knowledge and power,” it growled, lifting the rabbit up by one foot and looking it over. “Commander of The Fifty Legions and the greatest of Kings. Praise be to Him.” 
“Are you the last of his legion in our world?” you asked. 
The creature hungrily sank its teeth into the rabbit’s belly with a sickening squelch and tore out a mouthful of innards, swallowing them without chewing. “Yes. Until my Lord ascends from the depths and lays claim to this world as an expansion of His kingdom.” 
“Thanks for the heads up!” Ray piped up from behind the salt circle. “That is incredibly foreboding.” 
The creature cackled in amusement, its teeth and chin filthy with gore. “It is upon the nature of your shepherd to keep you sheep ignorant of your impending slaughter. My ilk is that of knowledge, which you so scornfully cast away as the original sin for fear of what it may unearth.” 
“How many languages do you know?” Ray asked.
“My good and generous Lord blesses me and my brethren with knowledge of all tongues of Man. Can you truthfully say the same for your Lord your kind so desperately grovels to?” It bit the head off the rabbit with a swift crunch and swallowed it whole. “Can you even guarantee the merit of your beliefs?”
“That’s a pretty loaded question,” Ray said. “We vacuumed up a chumbo out of a Caribbean restaurant last month, and an oni at the Shinto temple four days ago, so I don’t know what the heck is happening on your guys’ side of the realm. You should consider unionizing.” 
“The sun is due soon," you said to the beast as it gnawed on its rabbit, "and you can't stay here. I don't want to leave you trapped here to cook at dawn, and I don't want to lock you away in a box to decay for your last few hours. Sagittarius will be over today. You should go home."
“Did she just tell it to go to hell?” Peter muttered to himself. 
The beast chuckled at Peter's remark, but kept its attention on you. "You are the most cordial of exorcists. Perhaps the fearful grip of your Lord is slipping? Why does He so jealousy forbid knowledge in His domain?” It bowed its head again. “For your generous gift of flesh, I shall take my leave per your request back to the domain of mine Lord Father upon this dying breath of the sigil.” The beast quickly devoured the rest of the rabbit and crossed its arms over its chest. 
“Nearer mine God to thee, oh great Lord of Buer. May it serve thee well.”
A pop, a flash of black flames, and the creature was gone, leaving behind a scorched mark in the dirt. 
You pulled the PKE meter out of your back pocket and switched it back on, but it remained silent. “It's gone.” 
"Woo!" Ray hollered, pumping his fist in the air. "A bust can't go any more perfectly than that!"
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard as much blasphemy as I did tonight,” Winston mused. “But she was very polite.”
You bent over and pocketed the turquoise, now colored black. “Oh, yeah. Higher intelligence demons are pretty affable. It’s easier to sway people by being friendly.” 
“Yeah, I found her to be incredibly friendly, YN," Peter said bitingly. "Just like you said."
You walked over to Peter, who was still lying flat on his back with his arms outstretched, absolutely filthy with ectoplasm, and crouched down next to him. “How are you doing, Pete?” 
"She slimed me…" he said flatly.
“That’s great!” Winston and Ray said in unison.
"Stay still," you said, pulling out a field sample kit from your bag. 
"You and Janine are the experts," he said as you swiped a swab across his forehead. "How can I get this stuff out of my hair in time for our dinner tomorrow?"
"Let it soak in unrefined coconut oil for about two hours, then wash it out twice with lukewarm water and a shampoo with sodium laureth sulfate as its main surfactant. Don't use hot water because the slime will cook in your hair like scrambled eggs and be a nightmare to wash out."
Peter sat up. "Do you swear by this method?"
"Yeah." You snapped off the swab inside the collection tube and screwed on its lid. "It works pretty w—”
Plap. 
“Ah!" you yelped when Peter slapped a handful of ectoplasm on top of your head. "My hair!" you whined. You ran your hand through your hair and pulled away a handful of hot, stringy slime, absolutely disgusted. "Peter!" 
"You're a Ghostbuster again, girlie. Get used to—AAAAH!" he yowled when you tackled him over with a vicious snarl, spattering slime all over the place as you wrestled him to the ground. 
“Alrighty, kids. Break it up before I have to call your parents.” Winston tapped your heel with his boot and you released Peter. 
“Second time this month I’ve had to rescue you from your own sister, Venkman,” Winston said as you got to your feet, completely covered in a thick, mucousy layer of slime from head to toe and smiling like a goon. 
You turned to Egon, who no longer looked like he was seconds away from becoming violently ill, and handed him back the PKE meter, now absolutely drenched in filth. He was still trembling a bit from residual nervousness, but the familiar gleam that had been missing for the past few  months had partly returned to his tired eyes. "I'm proud of you. You did well." 
You grinned at him with absolute delight, globs of fluorescent ectoplasm dripping off her head like raw egg whites. “I got my Buerian ectoplasmic sample.” 
“Yes, I see. You’ve got about a gallon of it dripping off your head.”
“I think you need a hug, Spengs.” 
"That won't be necessary. I feel much more reassured and my stress will greatly decrease in the coming hours once the cortisol in my blood is metabolized an—Oh…" Egon muttered in defeat as you pulled him into a tight hug with a sickening squelch, trying to get as much ectoplasm on him as you could. A smile slowly crept across his lips. "Oh, yes. Thank you, sweetheart. Yes, I love you, too." 
"I also love you, Eegs," Peter said as he approached Egon with open arms.
"I love you as long as you stay at least five feet away from me right now, Venkman."
Peter put his arms down. "Yeah, alright. That's fair." 
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snskskna snape and professor reader fic where the students try to get them to confess bcs they are tired asf of seeing them dance arnd each other???
A Devious Plan
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Snape x Professor Reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,726
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Turning a corner a little too quickly as you are heading to your first lesson of the day, you lose your footing and stumble into none other than Professor Severus Snape, the books and papers you were holding now shattered all over the floor causing nearby students to stop and stare. 
“Watch where you are going!” Snape sneers, adding “You are so clumsy, (Y/L/N). One might think … you are doing it on purpose,” in a teasing whisper just out of earshot of the students, upturning the corners of lips in a half smile. Gathering your things with a nonverbal spell he hands them back to you before stalking off, leaving you standing in the corridor slightly confused at the events that just unfolded. He is of course correct, you are clumsy and you get even more clumsy in his presence. 
Entering into your classroom to set up your things for your defense against the dark arts lesson you notice a paper tucked into one of your textbooks along with a small white paper envelope containing some tea. Opening the letter it reads, ‘Here is a packet of some tea infused with a calming potion that I’ve been working on. I’ve noticed you’ve been on edge lately, it should help with the nerves. If I can be of any more assistance, let me know. -S.S.’ 
Smiling to yourself over the usually cold professor extending you a helping hand, you tuck the tea away into your bag along with the note, or so you thought. Unbeknownst to you, the note falls to the floor. The draft in the room causes it to drift under Aberyn Lewis’s desk and the student picks it up and tucks it safely into her bag.
“Look at this,” Aberyn says in the corridor to her friend after class, “I think Professor (Y/L/N) and Professor Snape have a thing for each other!”
“It’s pretty obvious after this note, isn’t it? I knew it! They always low-key flirted with each other!” gasps her friend, Ren Adams, their face lighting up with glee.
“We need to get them to confess to each other! They would make such a great couple!”
“But, how?”
“Leave it to me, I’ve got a plan. Though, you probably aren’t going to like it.”
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“What are you doing out of bed and prowling the dungeons, Miss Lewis?” you question, raising your eyebrow at the third-year Slytherin student. Of course on your night to patrol the castle you find a student, a Slytherin nonetheless, out of bed. Now you are going to have to escort them to Snape’s office and hope he is not in a bad mood tonight.
“I was looking for an item I lost,” says Aberyn, “I seemed to have misplaced my essay that is due tomorrow and I thought maybe I had dropped it on the way to the dorms.”
“I understand you are concerned about your essay, however that does not excuse wandering the castle after hours. As you are in Slytherin house I must escort you to Professor Snape’s office for him to determine your punishment. Let’s go.”
Popping up out of their hiding spot as soon as the coast is clear Ren heads towards Snape’s potion storeroom. Aberyn is right, if anything can get these two to confess their true feeling towards each other it will be Veritaserum and all they need is to get their hands on a few drops of it and hope they don’t get caught.
Slipping into the room and quietly closing the door behind them they find the Veritaserum almost immediately (leave it up to Snape to have his storeroom perfectly organized and tidy). Taking out a glass dropper they put a few drops into the small glass vial they prepared for the occasion, place everything back as they found it, and peak their head out of the door before running like a madman back to their dorm to wait on their friend who was providing the distraction they needed to gather the goods. 
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“What brings you to my office at such a time as this?” Snape asks (Y/N) clearly amused at their presence, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look.
“As much as I wish I was here to visit and play house, it just so happens that I found one of your students out in the corridor after hours, Severus,” you respond, stepping aside to reveal Aberyn behind you who gives Snape a nervous little wave.
“Why were you wandering the corridors after hours, Miss Lewis? You are a fine student and this is out of the ordinary for you.”
“Well, sir,” she says a bit nervously, “I have misplaced my essay for your class that is due tomorrow. I thought I must have dropped it on my way back to the dorm so I went looking for it.”
“I see,” Snape says slowly and thoughtfully, “However I think you should know that I found your essay in the corridor earlier. I was going to let you know tomorrow during my class.”
“Oh, really sir! I am so thankful that you found it!” she says in delight, her eyes sparkling because she had planted the essay for Snape to find and the plan seems to be going perfectly so far.
After a short talk about the importance of staying in the dorms after hours, no matter what, Snape lets Aberyn off with a stern warning to not do it again.
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“They were totally eye fucking last night, Ren! If you could have seen the look they gave each other --  I’m telling you we are doing a great act of service to the both of them by simply helping them to confess their feelings sooner,” Aberyn states as she adds one drop of the Veritaserum to each of the cookies she snuck from the kitchens.
“I still feel terrible at having to steal from Snape’s supply closet.”
“Well beggars can’t be choosers; we have done what we must for love,” Aberyn says, rolling her eyes and placing an arm over Ren’s shoulder. “Now we just have to get them in a room together and get them to eat these damn cookies.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard, they are always together these days.”
The students’ predictions turn out to be true as that evening they knock on Snape’s office door to find both professors there. Two glasses of firewhiskey out on the coffee table in front of the couch show proof that this was definitely more than just a cordial visit between two coworkers.
“How can I help you two?” Snape questions, adjusting the collar of his robes absentmindedly.
“I just noticed that you weren’t at dinner and I wanted to bring you a plate of these cookies to show my thanks for finding my essay last night,” Aberyn states as she hands Snape the plate of cookies.
“Thank you,” he says in a low voice, “Do you mind if I share them with Professor (Y/L/N)?”
“Of course not! That’s perfectly fine! We will get going now! Enjoy the rest of your evening!”
“That was … suspicious,” Snape drawls, placing the plate of cookies on his desk.
“Come on, Severus! Just because a student wants to bring you some cookies doesn’t mean they have some ulterior motive!” you tease.
“I suppose one cookie wouldn’t hurt…”
“That’s the spirit Severus!” you giggle, “Hey! Aren’t you going to share?”
Snape rolls his eyes at you as he picks up a cookie and tosses it to you. He is impressed when you actually catch it.
Eating your cookies in silence for a moment, Snape’s eyes widen and he suddenly drops his causing you to look at him questioningly.
“Those little shits!” he says in a raised voice, “These cookies have been laced with Veritaserum! I knew I was missing some out of my storeroom!”
“How can you be so sure? Those are good students who brought us those cookies.” “I just know, (Y/N)!”
“Okay let’s be level-headed here. Let me ask you something that you would only answer if you hadn’t been dosed with Veritaserum,” you calmly state.
“Fine,” he replies, crossing his arms.
Taking a deep breath you ask the first question that comes to your mind. “Do you have a crush?” you ask him before clamping your hands over your mouth.
“Yes,” he says immediately, also placing both of his hands over his mouth as the word falls from his lips.
“Shit, we’ve been dosed with Veritaserum.”
“Shit, indeed,” he tuts, before quietly adding, “And, do you have a crush also?”
“Yes” falls from your mouth too quickly for your liking and Snape can’t seem to stop himself from smiling.
“Who. Is. It?” he asks, enunciating every word of his question as he steps closer to you.
“You” is the only thing you are able to say before he kisses you.
“And mine is you too,” he chuckles as he pulls back from the kiss.
“Should we punish those students for lacing those cookies? Even when it finally helped us express our true feelings for each other?” you ask.
“I suppose not as they did us a… favor by making it easier.”
Laughing at the weird turn of events Snape escorts you to the door as you have both decided it’s better to end the night where it is until the Veritaserum wears off. The next day you both enter the Great Hall hand-in-hand and smiling.
~~
Aberyn comes forward after her potions class later that day with a glass vial containing a clear liquid in her hands
“I figured I better - return this,” she says as she places the vial on Snape’s desk.
“What is this, Miss Lewis?” he asks raising an eyebrow.
“This,” she responds, gesturing to the vial, “is the Veritaserum that Ren and I stole from your storeroom.”
“So,” he pauses, “you didn’t lace those cookies you brought us with Veritaserum after all?”
Shaking her head no she explains that she simply wanted to make Snape think that the cookies had been laced and that she didn’t even tell Ren that she had not used the potion.
“Clever girl,” Snape scolds in a teasing voice. “Your plan, though ill-devised, worked I suppose. Ten points to Slytherin for a great display of cunning and ambition, but don’t ever steal from my storeroom again.”
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riikive · 4 months
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YOUR HOME ⌕ 최수빈
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pairing. boyfriend! choi soobin x fem!oc | genres. soft, fluffy, romance, established relationship, college au, etc. | warnings. assignments, studying, slightly mentioned of abuse, etc. | word count. 2.1k
note. I hope you enjoy the story! Soobin is really the definition of home (with the rest of the members). I love him so much. This one shot took a bit longer than expected since I was so exhausted from classes.
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Sitting in the quiet library, she was focused on her assignments that were due the day after tomorrow. With a sigh for the 10th time, she stretched before continuing her studies. She has to get As this year and the next year. But it was so hard. She felt like crumbling down. Letting out another sigh, she felt someone staring at her. Looking up, she saw her boyfriend looking at her with concern.
He was peeking out from behind his book, he was reading. His glasses were reaching the end of his nose. “Love, are you okay?” He asked in a concerned tone. She shook her head before bearing herself into the textbook she was reading early. “Am I a failure?” She muttered into the textbook. Her boyfriend quickly shook his head but forgot she could see him. “Of course not. Why do you think that?”
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“I just feel like I am.” He could hear her face crack when she said that. He quickly stood up, took off his glasses, and walked next to her. Squatting in front of her to see her face better. “Look at me.” She shook her face. “I'm an embarrassment, aren't I?” He sighed, carefully putting her head up. She quickly covered her face before he could see her. Her boyfriend pulled her hand away from her face and made her look at him. He saw her face was puffy and around her eyes were kind of red. Tears were falling down her face.
His eyes softened when he looked at her. “Oh, Sujin…” he wiped her tears as they fell down her cheeks. “I'm sorry, I must look terrible.” He shook his head, pulling her closer to him. Hugging her tightly, but not too tight. Gently patted her back as she cried in silence. “I'm so stressed, Soobin. I don't know if I can keep on doing this…” He hummed in response, listening to her ranting. “I am here, I can help you with anything you are struggling with. Or I could ask my friend, Taehyun, if you need a tutor or something.”
“I don't want to be a burden though…” Soobin broke the hug, looking her in the eyes. “You aren't a burden. You never will be. At least to my friends and me.” Wiping her tears again. “You can always ask me for help. If I can't help you, then I can ask my friends to help. They will be willing to help, too. You just have to ask.” She nodded. “Sorry..”
“Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong.” “I know…. It's just a habit.” She looked down at her hands, fidgeting them. He kissed her forehead. “Why don't we take a break? You deserve to take a break. Then I will help you with your studies and maybe ask Taehyun for some help too. He is in the same year as you so he should know something.” She nodded. “I do need a break.” Soobin helped her stand up before he cleaned up a bit of the mess they made at their table. He grabbed her bag and then took her hands, and they left their things in the library.
They decided to go to a cafe near the university library. Soobin talked about random conversations just to take her mind off her studying mood for a while. Once they had made it to the cafe, he opened the door for her. Then they ordered two drinks and a cake to share.
“You know how we count ages since the day we are born from our mothers’ wombs?- He asked as they waited for their order to be finished. She nodded, listening to whatever he wanted to say -But in fact, we're alive in our mothers’ wombs before that, and even before that, we're in our fathers’ bodies.” Her eyes widened when the realization hit. “W-wait a moment-” “If you count those years too, we might be hundreds of years old- He continued -we could've been in our grandfathers’ before that. We could've been in our great-grandfathers’. Depending on when we start counting our ages..” He stopped and looked at his girlfriend who was gone from the world. “Earth to Sujin.” He waved his hand in front of her face. “Huh, oh, you finished?” He nodded. “But am I right?” She nodded. “That does make sense, so I agree.” He smiled. “Right, right?
“Choi Soobin!?” One of the baristas called. Sujin looked up. “Oh, our orders are done.” She was about to stand up, but Soobin beat her to it. He was already at the front getting the order. He came back and carefully put down her beverage in front of her. She thanked him before taking a sip. They talked about anything random as they ate the cake before walking out of the cafe with their drinks.
Once they returned to the library, they quickly went to their table. As Sujin was about to open her textbook, Soobin stopped her and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Do you need any help?” He asked, breaking the kiss. She nodded. “Yeah, if you want to help.” He took a seat next to her and looked at her assignments. “Hmm, let me see.” He taught her some of the things she needed help with and gave her some compliments when she did the right answer. “Oh my goodness, you are a savior!” She beamed in happiness once she had finished with her last question. He smiled as he ruffled her hair. “You did most of it. I just helped a bit.” “But still, you are a savior. I was going to go crazy.”
He smiled and ruffled her hair. “Do you have any other assignments?” He asked her. She opened her planner before shaking her head. “That's all..” He nodded. “Come let's go to my house and watch something.” Helping her pack up before walking out of the university grounds. They walked to his apartment, and Soobin pressed the passcode with one hand while the other was holding most of her things. “Do you need some help?” She asked, trying to grab her things. “Nope, I got it,” he said as he opened the door. Letting her step into the apartment first before walking in and closing the door behind him. He took her other bag that she was holding without her knowing and walked to his bedroom. “Hey!” she shook her head as she watched him enter his bedroom.
She walked to the kitchen, deciding what to eat for dinner. Looking around for something, she felt someone hugging her from behind. Turning to her side, she saw Soobin was changed into a t-shirt and shorts. “What are you doing?” He snuggled into her neck. Sujin felt his breath on her bare skin. “That tickles.” She giggled, trying to move away from his hug. He hugged her even tighter than before. “Soobin, I am trying to cook something for us to eat.” “Let us stay like this a little longer, please.” She sighed, letting him hug her a little longer.
Once he broke the hug, he gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “I will cook,” he told her. She shook her head. “I want to cook this time. You always cook when we are together.” Soobin shook his head. “Let me cook for you. You had a stressful day.” “You said that every day,” she complained. “But isn't it true?” He raised his eyebrows. She sighed in defense. “Yeah, it is true…but-” He kissed her lips before she could finish her sentence. “No, buts. Sit down and go on your phone or something.” She nodded in defense before sitting down at the kitchen island and pulling out her phone.
Glancing from her phone, she secretly watched her boyfriend cook. His sleeve was rolled up, and he was focusing on making the meal. Oh, so she thought. “Like what you are seeing here?” Soobin smirked, glancing at her. Her face quickly turned red and buried herself in her hands. “Whatever,” she muttered.
After her boyfriend finished cooking, he took out three plates and put the food on the plates. Covered one of the plates for his older sister before serving the other two plates to the dining table. Both of them ate their dinner in a comfortable silence. No words were heard while they ate. Sujin didn't like it when people talked while they ate so Soobin respected that. After they finished eating, she went to his bedroom to take a shower while he went to clean up the kitchen.
“Soobin, have you seen your hair dryer?” She asked as she exited his bedroom. “No….did you check the drawers?” “Yes, I did check all of them.” Soobin turned around, and a smirk appeared on his face. She was wearing shorts, an oversized plain black t-shirt, and a towel wrapped around her neck with water dripping down her hair. “You look good with my clothes, you should wear them more often.”
“Oh shut up, I didn't pack any of my clothes, and your sister was out.” She rolled her eyes while slightly blushing. “Now that I think about it. My older sister took it to her room. I will get it.” He walked to his sister's bedroom and entered it. After a minute, he came back with the dryer. Walking to the couch, he plugged the dryer into the outlet before patting the spot next to him. “Come sit down.” “I can dry my hair on my own.” “I know you can, just come here or I'll carry you here.” She stared at him like he was joking. “I'm not joking. Don't give me that look.” Soobin put down the dryer on the couch before standing up. He carefully and slowly walked up to her.
She started running away from him. “Come here or else,” he threatened. She giggled and still ran away from her. “Got you.” He back-hugged her, snuggling into her shoulders, and closed his eyes, smelling the shampoo that she used. “Mm, you smell good with my shampoo, too.” She was blushing harder, and before she knew it, he carried her. She squealed a bit. Soobin carried her to the couch and made her sit down. He sneaked his arms around her, pulling her a bit closer to her before grabbing the hair dryer and turning it on. She tried to move away from his hold, but he didn't let her. With a small sigh, she let him hug her and dry her hair.
She seemed to hate it, but deep inside, she loved the affection he was giving her, and he knew it. He didn't tell her that he knew she liked it in secret, but instead kept on doing the affection. He knew about her past where she didn't get any affection from anyone, not even her parents. So he tried to give her it instead when he could. “Sujin?” She hummed in response, still closing her eyes. “I love you.” She smiled. “I love you too.”
Two hours had passed, and now both of them were lying in bed. Sujin and Soobin were cuddling in bed while both of them were asleep. Suddenly, her eyes shot up, and her breath was shaking. Sweat was slowly falling down her face. She snuggled even closer to him as she felt tears rolling down. He was woken up by her quiet sobs. Gently stroked her back and brought her closer to him. Giving her a slight squeeze to let her know he is there. “Soobin?” Her voice cracked a bit. He hummed in response. “I have a nightmare again… I thought my dad would get me and-” Before she could finish her sentence, she felt something warm on her lips. Opening her teary eyes, her eyes widened when she saw he kissed her. “You don't have to anymore,” he gently told her as he pulled away, wiping the tears.
“I'm here now and will never let that man near you ever.” She felt her heart beating faster, and a small smile grew. “Would you want to go back to sleep or stay up a little longer?” He asked her. “I want to sleep.” He smiled before giving her a nod. “Would you like me to sing to you or not?” “I would love that,” she answered with no hesitation. He brought her closer to him to his chest. She closed her eyes, feeling tired as he sang to her to sleep. Within 5 minutes, she fell asleep.
Soobin stopped singing once he heard she was asleep. He carelessly stoked her hair with a smile on his face. Kissed the top of her head. “Good night, love,” he muttered softly before closing his own eyes and letting the slumber take over him.
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Thursday, March 21, 2024
I should be able to finish my current book tomorrow, but pictured is the book I will read next. It's a graphic novel, so it should only take me a couple of days at most.
It was interesting however comparing what I had planned to read next with something I read today as part of my studies. Hungry Ghost apparently dives into the topic of eating disorders according to the description I saw before adding it to my list. In the article I had to read today about self-control, I felt frustrated with how the writer of the article described self-control or lack thereof.
TW (eating disorders, disordered eating, religion):
The writer attributed gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins, to a lack of self-control. The writer is also a pastor at a church and went into how he could not even control his "idolatry worship" of food (gluttony) and he was called to lead the people at his church. It was very focused on how eating too much is a sin and it's a lack of self-control, when I know that for many, it is because of emotions or even physiological needs due to something being out of holistic alignment. It also made me worry that others who use this curriculum and take this course who may have issues with their weight whether that be because they are considered clinically overweight or obese or because they have an eating disorder could potentially make things worse for them mentally. I don't have an eating disorder, but I know someone in my dance class who went inpatient for one at the children's hospital a couple of years ago. Something about the article did not sit right with me, and whether it was the whole lack of self-control being a sin thing (which I personally do not believe in the case of many people who are considered above their "ideal" weight) or the whole good food bad food nonsense that was littered throughout the article, I'm not sure. Perhaps it was both, especially since eating disorders are often about control in some manner and can deal with the labeling of food as good or bad.
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Tasks Completed:
Geometry - Learned to construct equilateral triangles, squares, and special angles + practice + honors work
Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Unit 21 vocabulary + read the first part of chapter 42 of Emma by Jane Austen
Spanish 2 - Copied new vocabulary
Bible I - Read Judges 16
World History - Read about Sigmund Freud + answered questions + completed the Nationalism in China, Turkey, and India assignment
Biology with Lab - Read and watched videos on how biological clocks indicate recent creation (creationist perspective)
Foundations - Read more on self-control + read another article displaying media bias + read a short scholarly paper about errors in history textbooks
Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions
Khan Academy - None today
CLEP - None today
Streaming - Watched episode 3 of Life on Our Planet (evolutionist perspective)
Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests
Reading - Read pages 282-330 of House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig
Chores - Put away the dishes + took the trash out
Activities of the Day:
Personal Bible Study (Proverbs 16)
Ballet
Pointe
Journal/Mindfulness
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What I’m Grateful for Today:
I am grateful for being able to see how beautiful nature is.
Quote of the Day:
The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing.
-Sigmund Freud
🎧Prelude in G sharp minor, Op. 11 No. 12 - Alexander Scriabin
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Merry Christmas @festivating!
Special message: happy holidays, my friend! I hope you enjoy this fic, I had so much fun writing it!
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Galinda gazed out the window at the snowflakes whirling through the air. This was not the first snowfall of the season- that had been the evening of Morrible’s first poetry soiree- and it surely wouldn’t be the last. But still, she found herself captivated by the phenomenon every time. She had better things to do. It was exam week and, as boring as the idea seemed, she knew that she should follow her roommate’s lead and study.
She sighed to herself as she tried to focus on her studying: a task which proved to be much easier said than done. How was she to maintain her concentration with such beautiful snowfall? And the prospect of winter recess only being a few days away was far too exciting. A few weeks away from the stress of classes would be much needed after—
A knocking at the door shook her from her thoughts. Elphaba, who had been silently studying on her bed, went to answer it. At the door was Morrible’s unnerving little Tiktok contraption, with a note in its claw-like hands. Elphaba took it and swiftly shut the door in the steely face of the miserable little creature.
“Miss Elphaba?” Galinda watched Elphaba’s dark eyes scan over the note, “What is it?”
“There’s a snowstorm coming– they say it’s going to make traveling out of the valley near impossible and that any student wishing to travel home for winter recess must leave by sunrise tomorrow or wait until after the blizzard passes.”
Galinda could only stare at her roommate in astonishment. She couldn’t leave that soon, she still had to take her sorcery exam, and there was no way Morrible would let her leave campus before taking her test.
Elphaba set the note on the nightstand and took up her previous position– folded up on her bed poring over some presumably dull reading. “It’s a good thing I wasn’t planning on going home anyways. And an even better thing that Nanny and Nessa left early– surely they’ve made it past the mountains and are safely on their way home by now.”
Galinda still didn’t have any words. This was supposed to be her time to go home and celebrate Lurlinemas, to finally see her parents again, to finally get some time away from Elphaba. Though she had begun to grow rather fond of the green girl, she didn’t know if she could bear the idea of spending the entire winter recess stuck with her.
“Will you be heading home, Miss Galinda?” Elphaba asked, and Galinda was surprised that she had taken an interest in her personal matters, even looking up from her book to pose the question.
“I don’t think I can,” Galinda replied, “I still have exams to take– we have our sorcery exam tomorrow afternoon, far beyond the cutoff for which we can safely leave.”
“Right,” Elphaba set down her book, standing up again from her favorite spot on the bed, green limbs unfurling like the fronds of a fern, “Seems we’ll be stuck here, then. I’m going to venture out and ask the boys what their plans are. Perhaps we can gather for some festivities, if we all are to be stuck on campus.”
“Very well.” Galinda said, and pretended to focus intently on her textbook as Elphaba bundled up in a thick trenchcoat and clunky boots. As she headed out the door, Galinda found herself amazed with the fact that Elphaba was so quick to make the best out of the situation. Where was Elphaba’s usual brand of dry humor and cynicism? 
Galinda closed her textbook. If even Miss Elphie, in all her terribleness, was going to make the most of being stuck here, then it was only natural that she should do the same.
She hunched down on the floor in a most unladylike manner, rummaging under the bed until she found a box of Lurlinemas decorations she had intended to put up several weeks ago. Now that she was sure to be here for the entirety of winter recess, decorations were much needed.
The sun had nearly set and Elphaba had not yet returned. Galinda was worried– and was surprised by that fact. Since when did she care so much for her roommate? 
She gave this a moment of thought, then decided that it was probably around the same time she’d first been caught by the surprise of her strange, unfamiliar beauty on that rainy autumn night. Embarrassingly, her heart fluttered at the memory of that terrible hat and Elphaba’s vehement insistence that she was in fact, not beautiful.
With a frustrated sigh, she dismissed the thought, resuming her task of adorning the room in Lurlinemas decorations. Tinsel and wreaths and garlands covered every suitable surface. She’d propped up an artificial tree in the corner of the room. It was much taller than her, and she struggled with properly adorning its higher branches with decorations. 
Elphaba finally stomped in, those miserably clunky black boots making quite a ruckus. “What in Oz’s name have you done…” she sighed as she shrugged off her jacket, taking in the sight of the room covered in even more decorations than usual.
“Do you like it?” Galinda asked, though she didn’t much care what the answer was. She’d keep the decor up either way.
Elphaba toyed with some of the garland that hung over the fireplace, “It’s a bit… much. Unionist holidays don’t involve nearly this much decorating.”
“What do they involve then?”
“Mostly repenting.”
“How dull…” Galinda was still pondering how to decorate the top part of the tree that was out of her reach. She noticed her roommate, who was significantly taller, and she was struck with an idea, “Come, Elphie, I need your help reaching the top of the tree.”
Elphaba rolled her eyes dismissively, “Not a chance. You may decorate to your heart’s content, so long as you don’t involve me in it.”
“Fine, if you’re going to be so unhelpful, then I’ll just have to decorate what I can reach.” Galinda said, and proceeded to drape a length of garland over Elphaba’s shoulders.
“What are you–?” Elphaba flinched as Galinda wrapped her in another strand of silvery tinsel.
“You’re green enough to count as a tree,” Galinda carefully hung an ornament from the frame of her glasses, taking great care not to poke her with the ornament’s hook. She then stood on her toes to balance a golden paper star on Elphie’s head, “And– somehow– I can actually reach all of you. Since you won’t help me decorate the tree, I’ll just have to decorate you.”
Elphaba laughed. She actually laughed! Such a rare sound, almost melodious. Galinda found herself laughing too, for Elphaba looked silly, all covered in tinsel. Despite the absurdity of it all, Galinda found herself awestruck. In the light of the fireplace, Elphie’s green skin seemed almost to glow, and the tinsel draped around her shimmered, and the rare surprise of her smile was– and Galinda found herself frightened by this prospect– indeed, beautiful. 
“You’re ridiculous, Miss Galinda,” Elphaba said, carefully removing the various accoutrements she had been bestowed, then walking over towards the tree and placing the decorations on the top portion of the tree where Galinda could not reach. Carefully, she affixed the gold star to the very top of the tree, then stepped back to admire her work. Galinda gasped as Elphaba’s fingers interlaced with hers. “Simply ridiculous.”
Within a day and a half, the worst of the blizzard had passed, and Shiz was left under a blanket of fluffy snow. Many students had left before the storm hit, but those that had remained had finally ventured out from the warmth of the dormitories, including Crope and naturally, Tibbett alongside him.
The pair sat on a bench in one of the courtyards, huddled together for warmth. The groundskeepers had attempted to clear the sidewalks of snow, but the valiant effort was only somewhat successful. Crope and Tibbett took great joy in watching people shuffle carefully through the streets like Penguins, only to lose their footing and land on their rear ends anyway.
“Ah, my dear,” Tibbett spoke up, gesturing towards a heavier-set Munchkin man wearing a ridiculous stocking cap, “Look at that one. He’s in a hurry, I bet he doesn’t make it as far as the fountain before falling on his arse.”
“But even in his hurry, look at how he carries himself, maintaining his forward momentum,” Crope responded, “I’m not saying he won’t fall, but if he does, it will likely be face first, and surely it will be sooner than the fountain.”
Their questions remained unanswered, for the stocky man quickly stepped into one of the libraries, no doubt to escape the cold. Crope’s eyes scanned the courtyard again, looking for the next victim of their schadenfreudian tendencies.
Two people rounded the corner of one of the far buildings, coming from the direction of Crage Hall. Even from a distance, the pair was recognizable. The pink and green gave it away, of course, but even if not for that, there would be no mistaking the pair based on their proximity and mannerisms alone. They walked closely, never quite touching. Galinda walked about a half step ahead of her green counterpart. Elphaba was hardly looking at the path ahead, instead maintaining focus on Galinda.
“Are the Misses Elphaba and Galinda considering themselves to be an item yet?” Tibbett asked.
“One would think so,” Crope responded, “Just look at them…”
The pair watched the two women stroll along, somehow maintaining their balance on the icy path much better than anyone else they’d seen that morning, despite being completely focused on each other. Galinda laughed about something, and Crope wondered what they could possibly be talking about.
“Don’t they remind you of anyone?” Tibbett posed, placing a gloved hand on Crope’s leg, “Perhaps two strapping young men who fell head over heels for each other last year?”
“Oh, I’d hardly consider myself to be strapping, dear,“ Crope answered, placing his hand over Tibbett’s, “You, on the other hand…” He pecked a quick kiss to Tibbett’s nose, reddened from the cold, “Are quite dashing.”
Galinda laughed again, recapturing Crope’s attention. “Yes, their mannerisms are similar to ours in the early days of our love. However, I merely alluded to the idea when speaking with Elphaba several days ago, and I was met with a glare that could cut through tempered steel.”
“Maybe they just need a little push…”
“You’re right…” Crope thought to Elphaba’s proposition that the group socialize during the winter recess since they couldn’t travel. Ideas quickly began to bubble forth. “A little push… Come, Tibbett, we must find Master Fiyero. I’ve got an idea.”
“I’ve already told you, I don’t own a pair of skates, Crope.” Boq protested, “Even if I did, the very idea of being out on the frozen lake terrifies me. What if I should fall through the ice, into the frigid waters, never to be seen again?”
“You worry too much, Boq. This ice is perfectly sturdy,” Crope said, thumping the blade of his skate on the ice. Sure enough, the ice remained intact. “If you’re content with sitting on the sidelines today, then so be it. But later this week, we’ll be having a snowball fight and we must have all hands on deck if our team is to emerge victorious.”
“I don’t see how such a violent activity could possibly be fun,” Boq answered, “But if you are so insistent, I’ll join. For today though, I’m fine watching you all skate. I’ve got my mug of tea to keep me company.”
“Enjoy your tea, then,” Crope said, heading onto the ice at Tibbett’s beckoning, “Perhaps I’ll get you a pair of ice skates for Lurlinemas, and you can join us the next time we all go skating together.”
Truly, Boq was content watching his friends dance and twirl and zip around on the ice. Crope and Tibbett, truly enamored with one another, performed some improvised dance routine for an invisible audience. Boq wished he could find someone to match him the way Crope and Tibbett so perfectly matched each other.
Miss Galinda… She glided across the ice effortlessly in perfect figure eights. In the cold, her face was rosy, just as pink as the winter gear she wore. Oz, she was so radiant in her beauty… Maybe he still had a chance with her yet?
His captive attention on Galinda was broken by Elphaba and Fiyero zipping past, evidently in some sort of race to see who could skate around the lake the fastest. Boq took an interest in this– Elphie had always had a bit of a competitive streak in her. It would be interesting to see how this turned out.
In the heat of their race, Fiyero lost his footing and bumped into Elphaba, who was then sent flying towards Galinda, who herself was absorbed in her task of crafting a perfect geometric design on the ice.
Galinda yelped as Elphaba fell into her arms, throwing her off balance. Somehow, they both maintained their footing despite the sudden shift in momentum, and Galinda kept on her path with Elphaba in her arms. 
Boq watched as Fiyero skated towards Crope and Tibbett, shooting them a quick thumbs-up. Now what was that all about?
He turned his attention to the girls again. Galinda, who he knew was a perfectionist, strayed off of the path of her intended design, gliding along as Elphaba hesitantly wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. Galinda smiled that beautiful smile and the pair moved along together in a fashion not dissimilar to the way Crope and Tibbett danced, albeit less showy and dramatic.
The dots started to connect, and Boq felt uneasy. His chances with Miss Galinda were quickly diminishing, and he knew it. But still– he was a man of resolve! He had a big heart, and he’d tried time and again to offer it to Galinda. He’d been rejected just as many times, sure, but until he was certain that her heart belonged to another, he would not give up!
It had been an eventful week as Lurlinemas drew closer. Elphaba, who never had been one for socializing, found a lovely comfort in the presence of her friends, and especially in the presence of Galinda.
On the first night of snow, when she had gone to make plans with Crope regarding what to do over the winter recess, the conversation had dragged on, eventually reaching a topic Elphaba dreaded. Crope had inquired into the state of Elphaba’s romantic life. As usual, she insisted it was nonexistent, only to be met with a raised eyebrow from her friend. She’d asked him what that look was about, and he’d muttered something about noticing how close she’d grown with Miss Galinda.
The exchange left her hot under the collar, and having to return to her shared quarters with Galinda only made matters worse. She’d been enthusiastically decorating, so happy despite the disappointment of not getting to return to see her parents. And despite the gaudy tinsel that covered every inch of the room– an eyesore, really– seeing Galinda so joyous caused something within Elphaba to stir.
And then, there was yesterday’s ice skating incident. She’d fallen right into Galinda, and though Fiyero had claimed it was an accident, she’d caught a glimpse of him skating towards Crope and Tibbett, looking awfully proud of himself. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have entertained the thought of the boys trying to set her up with Galinda.
What nonsense! Sure, she had grown… fond of Miss Galinda as of late, but why would the boys consider it any of their business? They were rather nosy, yes, but surely they wouldn’t go so far as to set up an impossible romance… especially considering it could only end in embarrassment for both parties.
Elphaba sighed to herself as she buttoned up her coat. Scheme or no scheme, there was no denying the warmth that had begun to blossom in her heart at the very thought of Miss Galinda.
Terrible, bothersome feelings…
Elphaba laced up her boots, trying to shake off the lingering fondness that clung to her heart, like cobwebs in an attic.
The boys had planned a snowball fight for today. Perhaps getting to pelt the object of her affections with snow would help relieve some of the tension in her heart.
A second wave of snow had blown through, and this particular storm had brought a layer of thick, heavy-wet snow– the kind that was perfect for building snowballs and snow forts. It wasn’t snowing as heavily now, only a few lingering flakes fluttering against the gray sky. Elphaba stood amongst her friends in a circle in one of the clearings on campus.
“Snowball fight,” Fiyero announced, tossing a snowball back and forth between his hands, “The rules are simple– each team will have an hour to prepare. Then, at the strike of noon, we go to war!”
“As for teams…” Crope chimed in, “I propose guys versus girls.”
“Well, that’s hardly fair!” Galinda protested, “There’s four of you, and only two of us– why can’t we have equal teams?”
Boq was quick to speak up. “I’ll join your team, Miss Galinda!”
“That won’t be necessary, Master Boq,” Crope shot him an icy glare, “See, Misses Elphaba and Galinda have the advantage of magic on their side, surely they can fend for themselves.”
“Right, then,” Elphaba turned to Galinda, “Guess it’s you and me.”
“Don’t look so unhappy about it, Elphie!” Galinda exclaimed, “It’ll be fun!”
As the clock in the campus center stuck eleven, everyone set to work preparing. Galinda, who had always had an affinity for architecture, quickly got to work constructing a massive snow fort. Elphaba didn’t quite understand all the structural premises, but she was happy to lend a hand in the form of ice magic. Together, they managed to build a small but impressive fort, while the boys had barely finished a loosely packed wall of snow.
The clock rang once again, twelve mighty peals echoing through the otherwise quiet air. A silence fell over the battlefield. Elphaba and Galinda hunched behind their fort, shivering both from the cold and from anticipation. Who would take the first shot?
Taking her chance, Galinda peered over the edge of the barrier, quickly ducking when four snowballs were flung her way. She laughed and got to work forming snowballs of her own, returning fire at the group of boys across the field. 
Snowflakes in her hair, blue eyes shimmering like frost, and that lovely smile… She truly was beautiful, and Elphaba got so caught up in admiring her that she’d forgotten the task at hand.
“Now, what’re you staring at? Come on, Elphie, help me out!”
Seconds after she finished speaking, Galinda was struck in the shoulder by a snowball. Elphaba sprung into action at her defense, hurling snowballs as fast as she could make them, until, out of nowhere, a large clump of snow hit her in the side of the face with more than enough force to knock her to the ground.
“Elphaba!” Galinda ducked behind the fort, hurrying to her side, “Oh stars, you’re bleeding…” Galinda removed her glove and gently caressed Elphaba’s face, wiping away the moisture that singed her skin.
“I…” Elphaba struggled for words, “My water allergy pertains to snow as well. A few flakes here and there is no matter, but this is different.”
“Why didn’t you say something before agreeing to a snowball fight?”
“I didn’t want to ruin the fun… I know how important this is to the boys… to you.”
“Elphaba… do you really think I care for you so little that I’d put my pleasure before your safety?” Galinda said, before whispering a healing spell and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Her heart fluttered.
“Now…” Galinda waved her hands, and the stockpile of snowballs they’d made levitated in the air, “I’ll teach them what happens when they mess with my Elphie!”
Elphaba could only watch in awe as the air around Galinda shimmered with magic. With a wave of her hand, each snowball that hung in the air was propelled towards the enemy fort. At the same time, she’d crafted an energy shield that sparkled like a prism in the afternoon sun. Elphaba was captivated by the sheer display of power and beauty.
Elphaba felt something stir in her heart.
Oh stars… Was it… love? 
The following evening, Crope decided to do some shopping in the town square, for Tibbett had an extensive wishlist of gifts. The City of Shiz hosted a holiday market, with vendors from across Oz setting up booths and storefronts. Somehow, thank the stars, he’d managed to talk Elphaba into coming with him. 
“Sorry about the snowball yesterday,” Crope said as the pair walked side by side, “I didn’t mean to throw it that hard, and I certainly wasn’t aiming for your face..”
“It’s okay. Burned a bit, though.”
“What!?”
“My water allergy also pertains to snow. Such a dense snowball really did a number… Fear not, though. Miss Galinda knows some healing magic and she patched me right up.”
“Speaking of Miss Galinda…” Crope started, before realizing that Elphaba had stopped a few booths ago. She was looking thoughtfully at some glass creations from the Quadling Country. 
“I spent a lot of my childhood in Quadling Country. Now that was miserable for my water sensitivity. The air was so humid that being outside was enough to give me a wicked rash. But the artisans, the things they craft… really shows the beauty in that part of Oz.”
Crope was frustrated that his friend managed to dodge the question, as per usual.
“I know you were going to ask me about Galinda again,” Elphaba said plainly, “Since you mentioned it the other day, I’ve been thinking about it. I have some… growing feelings of fondness towards Miss Galinda. I care for her deeply, more than I’ve ever cared for anyone in my life. One could even be tempted to call it love. Certainly there’s no way she’d return any of my affections but still… I want to get her something special.”
Crope couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Such a soul-baring revelation, almost completely unprompted…
“Oh, look at this!” Elphaba pointed to something on the table, “It’s absolutely perfect.”
It was two days before Lurlinemas, and Fiyero had put off his shopping until the last minute. Galinda had decided to tag along with him– perfect for continuing on their plan.
It was a blustery day, and the pair had ducked into a store to escape the wind. It was a small bookshop with a tiny cafe tucked into the corner. Fiyero, ever the gentleman, purchased tea for both himself and Galinda, and they sat to wait out the storm.
“... and that’s how I met Sarima,” Fiyero said, finishing the tale of how he’d come to know his fiancee, “I don’t suppose you have any sweeping love stories to share, Miss Galinda?” He took a sip of tea, trying to remain nonchalant.
“Well,” Galinda mirrored his action of sipping from her cup, and they were at a societal impasse, “I do have something to share, but you cannot tell a soul!”
“Oh?”
“It’s awful, really, but… I fear I’ve fallen in love with Miss Elphaba…”
“How is that awful, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“She’s green.”
“Surely you’re not letting the color of someone’s skin affect your perception of them?”
“Of course not,” Galinda shifted in her chair, “These feelings are just… unexpected, is all. I’ve been in relationships before, but I’ve never felt anything so strong in my life. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!”
“I think you should tell her.”
“That’s far too terrifying of a prospect, dear Fiyero. What if she should reject my feelings? How can I show her I care for her in a way that is less… daunting? “You could start with a gift,” Fiyero suggested, “Our Lurlinemas Eve party is tomorrow night.”
“Yes, but what do you get for the most minimalistic woman I’ve ever met?” Galinda stood up and returned her cup to the barista, then paced around the shop. Galinda stopped in front of a display, “Practical and beautiful, just like Elphie. Oh, this would be perfect for her!”
The morning of Lurlinemas Eve, Crope, Tibbett, Fiyero, and Boq all gathered in the lounge of the Briscoe Hall dormitory, for what Crope and Fiyero had deemed to be an urgent meeting. 
“I’ll cut right to the chase,” Crope said, “I was with Miss Elphaba at the market two days ago, and she confessed that she’s grown rather fond of Miss Galinda. Now, I wasn’t sure what to make of this, as fondness and love are not necessarily one and the same. But, Fiyero, you said you spoke to Galinda last night?”
“I did– she openly admitted to being in love with Miss Elphaba.”
“Then our plan surely must be working!”
“Excuse me?” Boq cut in, “What plan?”
“Ah…” Fiyero and Crope looked at each other, “You were busy during the meeting, and we never filled you in. We’ve devised a plan to encourage Misses Elphaba and Galinda to enter a courtship, since they are so clearly enamored with one another.”
“Right…” Boq’s face fell.
Tibbett was the first to speak up, “Look, Boq, we all know you had feelings for Miss Galinda, but it’s evident that her heart lies elsewhere.”
“I’m okay with that, really, I am. I’m more upset that you all didn’t tell me about this plan sooner! I must’ve looked like a fool!”
“Yes…” Fiyero started, “But a very dashing fool, mind you!”
“Flirting won’t help, Master Fiyero,” Boq laughed and rolled his eyes, “So what’s the next step in this grand plan of yours, knowing that the two have feelings for one another?”
“Well,” Crope answered, “They’ve bought each other gifts, which they’ll exchange at tonight’s party. I say we take some more measures. Any ideas?”
“We should find a way to get them alone,” Fiyero said.
“Don’t be a fool, if they’re alone, then we can’t see them!”
“As reluctant as I am to participate in this plan…” Boq sighed, “Have you considered a sprig of mistletoe in the doorway?”
“Ah, now there’s a good idea!” Crope laughed, “Sharp boy you are, Master Boq! And, it’ll be an excuse to kiss my dearest Tibbett! What do you think?”
“I think…” Tibbett paused, “That we’re trying too hard. The other day, you said Elphaba and Galinda reminded you of us as a young couple. We didn’t have people pushing for us to be together, did we? Our love developed as it should: simply and naturally. Who are we to deny that simplicity to our friends? We’ve given them the push, I think it would be best to let things run their course from here on.”
“Oh… such wise words, my dear.”
“Thank you, love,” Tibbett smiled.
That evening, all the friends gathered in the library commons for a feast of fresh bread and glazed vegetables and a roast. Spiced wine and cakes served as dessert, all under the glow of a beautifully lit pine tree.
As the night carried on, a multitude of gifts were exchanged. Crope had gotten Boq a pair of skates in jest, reveling in his protests before revealing his true gift– a new suit, custom tailored to fit his size.
“It’ll be perfect to wear to all the parties, you’ll be sure to catch the eye of every lady– or man–  there!”
“Thank you, Crope.” Boq replied, blushing, “I’ve a gift for you, too.”
“Really?”
Boq flipped Crope off. “That’s for the skates.”
“Why, Master Boq, you shouldn’t have!” Crope gasped. 
Boq proceeded to rise from the floor and moved over to Crope, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “And that’s for the suit.”
More gifts were exchanged throughout the night. Boq gave Galinda a notebook with flowers on the cover. Elphaba gave Fiyero a rare book she’d found, a collection of old Vinkan legends. Fiyero gave Crope and Tibbett a stack of raunchy magazines.
The exchange continued until only two gifts remained under the tree.
“For you, Miss Galinda,” Elphaba said, retrieving the small package, “I hope you like it.”
Galinda opened the box to reveal a necklace. Unlike most of the flashy, bejeweled things she wore, this one was rather simple. It was a silver chain with a small charm– a pink flower made of carved glass.
“It’s like the flower you gave me after the Ozdust, see?”
“Oh Elphie…” Galinda quickly put on the necklace, “It’s beautiful… How can I ever thank you?”
“Perhaps with the remaining gift under the tree?”
“Right!” Galinda quickly grabbed the last gift and handed it to Elphaba, who carefully undid the delicate wrapping. Inside was a leather-bound notebook and a stylish pen.
“Before you get too worried– the book is made of a plant-based leather. Apparently they can make leather out of mushrooms now!”
“Oh wow…” Elphaba ran a hand over the cover of the book, “It’s amazing.” She uncapped the pen and scrawled her name on the inside cover, “And the pen writes so smoothly…”
“There’s a second part to your gift,” Galinda said, and Elphaba looked confusedly at the empty space under the tree, “It’s scary, so bear with me.”
“A scary gift? Now what in the world–”
“I love you.” Galinda said, taking her hands.
The room went silent. Elphaba blinked at her wordlessly.
“I…” Elphaba laughed nervously, “You mean it?”
“I do.”
“I love you too,” Elphaba looked at the ground, then at her hands, then at Galinda, “I’ve never been great with this kind of stuff… what do we do now?”
Crope smiled and walked over to where the two sat, pulling out a sprig of mistletoe.
“Really?” Galinda laughed, blushing a bright pink, “In front of everyone?”
“Why not?” Elphaba smiled.
“We don’t mind,” Crope said with a wink, “In fact, we’ve all been rooting for it.”
The two women kissed, and the room seemed to exhale a sigh of relief. The festivities continued on, friends reveling with friends late into the night.
Room twenty two of Crage Hall was silent on Lurlinemas Eve, save for the scratching of pen on paper. Galinda was curled up next to Elphaba in bed. Elphie was writing away in her new journal, while Galinda was fiddling with the charm on her new necklace. They were in their same old dorm room, and yet everything felt so new. 
“Elphie, won’t you please tell me what you’re writing?”
“I will once I’m finished, my sweet.”
My sweet… The affection sent Galinda’s heart whirling.
Galinda, with a newfound patience, sat and watched Elphie’s studious gaze trace over the page.
After a few more minutes, Elphaba finally shifted, and began to read what she had written:
“Lurlinemas Eve, Year 1 at Shiz University,
Journal– I’ve had a most eventful week. Stranded on campus with Galinda was initially an intimidating prospect, but it proved to be the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Miss Galinda has a knack for decorating– she’s adorned our room in all manner of tinsel and glitter. Not my preferred style, but her passion and enthusiasm is unmatched. 
Furthermore, Miss Galinda seems to enjoy the winter weather. She skates in perfect patterns, as graceful as anything I’ve ever seen. And in a snowball fight, her dedication and vigor is impressive. Not to mention her excellence in healing magic. It would appear that it is made more powerful through kisses. I hope to further put this hypothesis to the test.
On Lurlinemas Eve, Miss Galinda was kind enough to gift me this very journal. To my surprise, the lovely Miss Galinda also professed her feelings for me. I of course, return these feelings, but I am so terrible at expressing them through spoken word. I suppose that this journal will suffice as a suitable outlet for said feelings.”
Elphaba set down her book and continued on from memory, pulling Galinda into a cozy embrace, nearly on top of her, running her slender fingers through blonde curls. 
“My Galinda… She is as radiant as the sun, as dazzling as the moon, as brilliant as the stars. She is so much more than meets the eye, and she looks beyond the surface of everyone she meets, sees them for who they truly are. She is beautiful in heart, mind, and body alike. I care for her more than words can speak, and I truly look forward to the time we are fortunate enough to spend together. May our love be long and prosperous.”
“Elphie…” tears pricked at Galinda’s eyes, “Oh, what am I supposed to say to that? You poetic thing, you!”
“You could say, ‘I love you,’ again,” Elphaba remarked, “I rather enjoyed hearing it before.”
“I love you,” Galinda laughed through her tears and kissed Elphaba, “I love you so much…” She kissed her again as the clock struck midnight, “Merry Lurlinemas, my dear.”
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tinywitchgoblin · 1 year
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Studying With Tech (Earth!AU)
Tech x GN!reader (no pronouns, no y/n)
Summary: You needed to study for an exam the next day, but the material wasn’t clicking in your mind. Can Tech help?
Word count: 608
Author’s notes: I’m back! The academic concept/material is never specified, so fill in the proverbial blanks with whatever you feel fitting. Not proofread, I HC that Tech would totally help you pirate your textbooks (“Why should you be forced to pay exorbitant amounts of money for information that can mostly be found on the Internet for free?”); I really need a Tech hug right about now, and my wrist hurts. I think that’s everything, have fun reading!
Warnings: none (?)
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“Ugh,” you groaned for about the 13th time that evening. You had been studying for an exam in one of your classes- your hardest class. Most of the time, you did fine, but this was a concept you’d never been able to wrap your head around. To make matters worse, the exam was scheduled for the next day, so you had to learn the concept- and fast. 
“What is it this time, darling?” Tech inquired, finally looking up from his phone. You couldn’t tell, but he seemed a little bit irritated. 
“I just can’t do it! I don’t understand what any of this means!” you complained, just about done. “I wish the professor had spent some more time teaching us about the lecture material instead of ranting about the differences between various protein bars. It’s completely irrelevant to the topic at hand! And then he expects us to know all of the material for the exam tomorrow. I know I’m not the only one confused, so it can’t just be me, right? But that makes it hard because I don’t know anyone who can teach it to me, and the internet isn’t being very helpful. I’m so screwed! I have to pass this class in order to get my degree! I just-”
“Relax. Take deep breaths,” he encouraged, his voice taking on a calmer tone and pulling you in for a hug. He could feel how anxious you were getting, how much you were winding yourself up. He knew you better than anyone else, sometimes even better than you knew yourself. He had gotten pretty good at predicting when you would be really anxious or have a panic attack, which came in handy in times like this. Fortunately, he also kept a detailed record of how to help you calm down and knew what things worked and what didn’t. He pulled away, still leaving his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes. “I know this is a concept with which you have little familiarity or comprehension, but let’s take a look at how we can remedy the situation. I suggest we take a look at the material together, and maybe I can clarify certain points of confusion? Would you want to try that?”
You took a couple of deep breaths, taking comfort in his words and his presence. You nodded, and he kissed your forehead before pulling your laptop towards him. He read over the material, did some google searches on the side to get another perspective on the topic, and worked you through it. You asked questions, and he answered them, never once getting irritated or raising his voice. The entire time, he was right by your side, guiding you through everything. 
After an hour or so (if not more; Lord knows you weren’t paying attention to the time) of Tech working through the material with you, you finally felt comfortable enough to leave it for the night to get some sleep. He smiled and told you how proud he was of you. When you rolled into bed, you felt confident that you would at least pass the exam. 
The next morning, you woke up and got ready for your classes that day. When it was time to take the exam, you calmed your mind and imagined that Tech was there as he was the previous night, guiding you through the material. The thought of him made you smile before continuing on with the exam. When you handed in your exam and walked out of the room, you breathed a sigh of relief and thanked whichever deities were listening for such a wonderful partner. 
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purplish11 · 1 year
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Star Power
(For adult eyes only: breast expansion, lactation, mind control, reality alteration. All characters are 18+)
Jenny was a first-year student at her local university. She thought herself to be intelligent, but she knew she got in her own way sometimes, being quiet and sometimes almost painfully shy. It was her first Saturday night away from home after her first week of classes, but she didn’t feel like going out with the other students. Instead, she thought it worthwhile to read her textbooks in preparation for the week ahead.
She was sitting by a window in the common area of a dormitory room she shared with three other girls. She had been in a weird funk this whole week; something about living with other girls her age for the first time had stirred some peculiar feelings in her gut, and raised some questions in her mind. She knew that she was struggling with her own sexuality, an awkward and unwanted distraction when she was just trying to get ahead in her studies. 
It certainly doesn’t help either that all of them are so attractive, she thought. 
Ugh, what am I thinking? They’re the worst! She sighed, brushing her brown hair behind her ear.
Her three roommates all seemed to care more about boys than their classes, and far below their academics was Jenny, whom they barely tolerated. She could sense their constant disapproval. They tended to ignore her, and when they paid her any attention at all it seemed to be only to belittle or insult her. Two of them were sitting on the couch nearby, idly chatting.
Hannah, a tall athletic girl on a basketball scholarship, was recounting a tale from her first fraternity party the previous evening. Jenny found herself sneaking a peek at Hannah’s long toned legs in her form-fitting exercise pants, and watched her blonde ponytail swishing back and forth.
“I was over by the punch bowl, and Marc was totally checking me out,” Hannah giggled.
“Ohmygoshnoway! You mean Marc the starting quarterback?” Monica, an excitable girl who had just made the volleyball team, was wide-eyed. She had long straight brown hair and pronounced eyebrows, which she would arch knowingly and with devastating effect when teasing Jenny.
“The same! We made plans to meet at the canteen after my basketball practice tomorrow! What should I wear?” Hannah was practically vibrating with excitement. She and Monica had been best friends for years, and Jenny couldn’t help but admit she envied their close relationship. She didn’t have many friendships with other girls… or anyone, really.
Jenny sighed and looked out the window just in time to catch a blue light streaking across the sky overhead. It lasted only a moment before fading away into darkness. A shooting star? I guess I should make a wish, she thought.
I wish that they started talking about something I would find more interesting, she thought to herself as she stared at the stars. She sighed once again, looking back down at her textbook.
“You should wear that babydoll tee from high school! It’s way too small for you now, but it’ll make your boobs look amazing!” Monica suggested, grinning at Hannah.
Jenny’s ears perked up. She turned to see Hannah looking down at Monica’s chest.
“You’re right, I totally should,” Hannah chuckled, “Although, I don’t think I’d be showing him as much cleavage as you would be in that shirt.”
Monica laughed and arched her back, thrusting her big chest towards Hannah.
“Hey Marc, like what you see?” she teased, before continuing.
“Whatever, girl. You say that, but these boobs tend to get in the way when I’m on the volleyball court,” Monica retorted.
“As if! Any girl would be lucky to be carrying those around,” Hannah sighed wistfully, then snorted. 
“It’s a good thing Marc saw me first, before you had a chance to jiggle your big boobs at him!”
Jenny rolled her eyes. As much as she had enjoyed this brief moment of admiring her roommates’ breasts, all this talk about boys was boring her. She sighed again, gazing out the window. 
A few moments later, her fourth roommate emerged from their shared bathroom. Kelly was on the cheerleading team and gave it all of her focus, leaving her with even less patience for Jenny than what little Hannah and Monica had. She was dressed for a Saturday night out, wearing a tight pink miniskirt and a sleeveless black top. Kelly was a shorter girl, and she tended to overcompensate by wearing the tallest stilettos she could bear. Her long blonde hair fell straight down her back nearly to her taut bottom, and her lips bore a ruby red coloring. She strode towards the doorway, but suddenly stopped in her tracks as her eyes widened at Monica.
“Wow, Monica, your boobs look amazing in that shirt,” Kelly complimented.
“Thanks Kelly! And that neckline – your cleavage looks amazing!” Monica gushed.
Kelly smiled, then looked up to meet Jenny’s eyes. She sighed in disgust; she really didn’t care for that girl at all.
“I’m going out to see Brad. Later, loser,” she rolled her eyes as she turned to leave, but not before taking a long swig from a clear plastic water bottle. Jenny knew herself to be the target of Kelly’s scorn.
Monica turned back towards Hannah, flashing her friend a wide grin.
“Did you see her boobs? Brad is going to flip!” she chuckled.
“For sure. Honestly Monica, you and Kelly both have the most amazing big boobs. I’m so jealous,” Hannah admired. 
Jenny felt a moment of acute frustration; she didn’t understand the sensations she kept feeling around her roommates. She loved that for some reason they had suddenly started talking about their breasts, but why now? She didn’t remember such extensive discussion on that topic any other time within the last week.
She knew she couldn’t confide this in them; they would be no help to her. They’d probably just make fun of her… or worse, she thought. Sighing, she stared out the window once again and found herself peering into the darkness of the night sky.
I wish that Kelly wasn’t so mean to me all the time, she thought. A moment later she jumped in surprise when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around in her chair, she looked up to see Kelly standing at her side.
“Hey Jenny!” Kelly was smiling down at her. 
“I was thinking maybe you could borrow some of my clothes?”
Jenny was taken aback. “What? Why would I borrow your clothes?”
Kelly laughed. “For the party tonight, silly! Look, your boobs are pretty nice, and I have just the top to help you show ‘em off!”
Before Jenny knew what was happening, Kelly had leaned over to give her a quick hug. Jenny felt the brief crush of Kelly’s big breasts against her shoulder and smelled the delicious scent of her perfume.
“Come on, bestie!” Kelly was still beaming at her.
 Jenny’s frustration rushed back to the front of her mind and she let out a disgusted sigh; Kelly was making fun of her again. What did Kelly think she was playing at, trying to pretend like she wanted to spend any time together at all?
Suddenly Monica piped up. “It’s true, Jenny! You should flaunt those boobs more.”
Hannah seemed to agree. “You know Jenny, you and I are nowhere near as big as Kelly or Monica, but we’re not so small either! Your boobs look great!”
Jenny felt embarrassment burning from her roommates once again all ganging up on her. 
“Whatever, Hannah,” she muttered, turning back towards the window. 
Kelly shrugged, then looked towards the two girls on the couch. 
“Yeah, Monica, but your big boobs really do look great in that shirt. So hot.” Kelly grinned at Monica and headed back towards the door.
Jenny’s head was in her hands. She felt her anger simmering as she stared once again into the darkness outside. Why were they still talking about their breasts and teasing her about them? She despaired silently, feeling like there was nothing she could do to earn some respect from her roommates. She looked up to the night sky once more.
I wish I had huge breasts so my roommates would finally appreciate me, she thought, finding herself daydreaming again.
There was a loud WHOOMPH as if from a sudden gust of wind. At once Jenny felt the empty space between her and the table had suddenly filled… with her own flesh? Her expanding breasts demanded more room, and their quickly swelling forms pressed against the table, launching her backwards. Her chair tilted back until she fell over onto the ground.
She was thankfully uninjured and leapt to her feet with a rush of adrenaline, despite the massive new weight she now felt on her chest. Her plain white shirt was nowhere near large enough to contain her new breasts – at least, it shouldn’t have been. She found herself wearing an extra-large tee that fit snugly around her huge new chest, each of her big breasts now far larger than her own head. They were astonishingly firm and taut, extending down to her navel and out to her elbows, and as best as she could tell from a quick feel, they were completely natural. It was like they were somehow meant to fill the cavernous space in her oversized t-shirt.
Kelly, nearly out the door, heard the crash of something falling to the ground. She spun around and saw her roommate standing awkwardly, then rushed back to Jenny’s side. 
“Are you okay, Jenny?” Kelly was holding Jenny’s shoulder again and seemed genuinely concerned.
Jenny felt a curious twist in her mind. It was true: she’d always had these huge breasts. She sensed a second set of memories forming, remembering suddenly that she’d been so shy in high school only because she was embarrassed by her big chest.
“Yeah Jenny, you need to be careful carrying those huge boobs around!” Monica chuckled.
Hannah laughed. “You know, I spend lots of time with basketballs… but damn, girl! Are you sure you don’t want to go to the party with Kelly? The guys will be all over you!” 
Kelly stared openly at Jenny’s breasts. “I thought Mon’s boobs looked great, but seriously Jenny, your huge boobs are so beautiful in anything, even a t-shirt!” she marveled.
Jenny was floored. Did they not see her chest growing just now? Why did her shirt change as well? She turned around, feeling the huge new weight of her bosom settling slowly, looking out the window once more. Could it be that shooting star? Are my wishes coming true?
She found herself stammering. “It’s, er, no thanks. I’m just trying to get ahead on my reading.” 
She picked up the chair, righting it and sitting back down, though much farther from the table this time. She gazed again out the window. 
“Don’t mind me,” she mumbled.
She was trying to play it cool, but her thoughts were racing a mile a minute. She knew that she had a chance to get back at her roommates while also exploring the confusing feelings inside her. She raised her eyes to the starry sky once again. There’s only one way to find out, she thought.
I wish that my roommates felt the same way I feel about girls, she thought with glee, then spun around in excited anticipation. 
Hannah and Monica were suddenly sitting much closer together on the couch. Jenny watched as Hannah leaned in, brushing Monica’s dark hair behind her ear, then kissed her on the cheek. Monica giggled, then looked up to see Jenny staring at them with wide eyes.
“Not here, Hannah! We have an audience,” she chuckled.
Hannah grinned, then turned to look at Jenny. “Whatever, girlfriend. She’s had plenty of chances to join us, but she never seemed interested.”
“Yeah, but I sure wish she would,” Monica pouted. 
“Jenny, we just love your huge boobs, so why not share them with us? I promise we’ll make you feel good,” she added, openly staring at Jenny’s huge chest.
Kelly was still standing next to Jenny’s chair, speaking now in a dismissive tone. 
“Girls, you need to back off. Jenny and I have been together only since we first met last week. You two have been an item for years!” she harrumphed.
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Kelly. How can you keep Jenny’s glorious boobs to yourself?”
“They’re just so huge,” Monica marveled, still staring at Jenny. “I can’t get enough of them.”
Kelly put one hand on her hip. “Look, girls, I know we all love Jenny’s breasts, but you need to give us some space.”
Hannah turned back towards Monica, again kissing her girlfriend’s cheek. 
“It’s okay babe,” she cooed. “We still have each other, and your big boobs are all mine.”
Jenny sat back in shock. Kelly was now her girlfriend, being protective of her? And Hannah and Monica had been together for years now too? Kelly was still being awfully pushy though, and Jenny wouldn’t have minded having a little more control over the situation.
She turned to look out the window once more. 
I wish that my roommates would do whatever I say, or believe whatever I want them to believe, she thought. She almost couldn’t believe her own thoughts. Was this a side of herself she had never explored until now? She turned again to face Hannah and Monica on the couch.
She found herself stammering, still shocked at herself but too curious not to try an experiment. 
“H… Hannah, Monica, you two should get back to making out.”
Hannah grinned at her. “Sure, Jenny,” she smiled, then turned back to embrace Monica. She reached up with both hands to grab at her girlfriend’s big breasts through her shirt, the two girls losing themselves in a deep sensual kiss. Jenny’s eyes widened as she watched their tongues wrestling, hearing Monica moaning softly into Hannah’s mouth as her girlfriend squeezed her chest.
Jenny felt a pang of jealousy and a rush of excitement at the prospect of achieving her own first kiss. She stood, her heart racing, and turned towards Kelly. 
“Kiss me, Kelly,” she whispered, again almost unable to believe what she was saying. Kelly flashed her a wide smile with her ruby red lips, brushing her long blonde hair behind her ears, and leaned in and pressed their chests together. Jenny marveled at the delicious sensation of Kelly’s big chest pressing into her huge breasts as their lips met in a torrid embrace. Kelly was clearly an expert kisser, losing herself in her efforts around Jenny’s tongue, putting in a valiant effort despite Jenny’s clear lack of experience. 
Jenny was thrilled at the sensation of Kelly’s tongue in her mouth, but something wasn’t right. She felt her heart drop. How could she do this to these girls? Wasn’t she being awfully selfish, using them like this for her own ends? Suddenly disgusted with herself, she pushed Kelly away and spun around to face the window once more, crossing her arms underneath her newly grown breasts.
I wish that I didn’t feel guilty about anything I do to my roommates, Jenny thought to herself. She had almost stopped herself – what was she becoming? – but just as soon as her doubts had appeared, they had suddenly vanished, replaced by a comforting sense of power and control. She spun around to face her roommates once again, now smirking at them.
“Hannah, Monica, stop making out and stand up,” she said. The two girls disentangled themselves and stood, facing her.
Monica was again staring openly at Jenny’s chest, grasping with one hand at her own breast through her shirt. 
“Wow, Jenny, I just love your huge breasts. Won’t you show us your pretty nipples?”
Jenny ignored her. “Kelly, go stand next to Hannah,” she directed. Kelly did just that, smiling expectantly back at her.
She took a moment to study her three roommates. They had all been so cruel to her, but now she finally had a chance to make things right. She could feel contempt for these girls rising within herself.
“All of you, take off your clothes. When you’re here in our room, you won’t wear anything except for your high heels,” she intoned.
“Anything for you, Jenny!” Hannah giggled.
“If that’s what you want, Jenny!” Monica smiled, still staring at Jenny’s big breasts.
“Good idea, babe! This will be fun!” Kelly grinned at her girlfriend.
All three girls disrobed at once. Hannah and Monica were standing nude, while Kelly was left wearing only her stilettos from her party outfit. Jenny admired Kelly’s beautiful toes in her heels, then turned back to Hannah and Monica.
“Hannah, Monica, go fetch your highest heels and bring them here.”
They smiled at her and turned to leave, but then Jenny had an idea.
“Wait. I want you to crawl. Slowly,” she smirked.
Hannah dropped to the floor, her long slender legs propelling her forward even as she smiled up at Jenny. Monica fell in behind Hannah, and Jenny smiled down at them as they turned to slowly crawl away. They were thrusting their hips up and out, but Jenny’s grin soured when she saw their furry pussies winking at her. Well, this won’t do at all, she thought.
Jenny sat in her chair again, crossing her legs under her huge hanging chest. 
“Come here, Kelly,” she pointed to the floor next to her chair, and Kelly immediately walked over, standing next to her. Jenny smiled up at her girlfriend’s pretty features framed by her long blonde hair.
“Give me your nipple,” she whispered. Kelly grinned and bent at her waist, presenting her big chest at Jenny’s eye level. Jenny leaned forward slightly, sucking into her mouth Kelly’s left nipple and much of her surrounding breast. 
A minute later she was grinning as she peeked out from Kelly’s cleavage at the sight of Hannah and Monica returning, crawling back to her with each hand grasping one of a pair of high heels. Kelly was still bending at the waist, wrapping her big chest around her girlfriend’s head, and turned her head to smile at Hannah and Monica on the floor.
Kelly’s eyes widened at Monica. “Oh wow, Monica, I love how your big boobs hang down as you’re crawling!” she marveled.
Monica grinned up at Kelly as she shuffled past. “Thanks Kelz, but I think we’d all still love to see Jenny’s huge boobs!”
Hannah had suddenly stopped crawling, turning to look curiously behind her towards Monica. Monica was still grinning up at Kelly, not paying attention as she continued forward to run face-first into Hannah’s outthrust pussy. Hannah giggled, smiling as she made eye contact with her girlfriend crawling just behind her.
Hannah nodded up at Kelly. “You’re totally right Kelly, her big breasts look so good while she’s crawling!”
Jenny grinned as she waited for them to crawl back next to the couch, then had a further thought.
“Hannah, Monica, from now on you’ll always crawl when you move around our room, unless I say otherwise.”
The two girls smiled up at Jenny from their positions near the floor.
“Of course, Jenny!” Hannah tittered.
“That’s so hot, I love it!” Monica offered.
Jenny chuckled at them. “Hannah, Monica, stand up. Kelly, help them put on their heels,” she intoned. 
Kelly unwrapped her cleavage from Jenny’s head and walked over to the couch. She crouched to help her friends put on their shoes, making sure to spread her legs wide open towards Jenny. Hannah and Monica daintily lifted one leg, then the other, as they enjoyed the attention from their roommate. Kelly left lots of small kisses on each of their legs as she lovingly fastened her friends’ high heels to their toes.
Jenny found her eyes drawn towards Hannah, the beautiful tall blonde now towering even higher in her heels. She was stunning, an amazon goddess, but still in need of some improvements. Jenny turned back towards the window.
I wish that the wishes I make using “we” or “us” or “our” will apply to me and my roommates, and I wish that we had no hair growing below our necks, she focused as she stared at the starry sky.
She turned back around and luxuriated in the beautiful sight of her roommates’ newly denuded pussies. The girls were clearly feeling every bit as aroused as she was feeling, just as she had wished. Hannah couldn’t seem to help herself and had taken this opportunity to bend slightly at her knees, leaning over her long legs and rubbing with both hands at the nude pussies of the girls on either side of her.
Jenny wasn’t having it. “That’s enough, Hannah. All of you, come over here,” Jenny pointed at the floor in front of her chair. 
Kelly immediately walked over, standing directly in front of Jenny’s chair, flashing a wide smile down at her girlfriend. She was followed some time later by Hannah and Monica, who had both dropped to the ground, crawling around the table in front of the couch to arrive on either side of her.
“All of you, on your knees,” Jenny ordered. Kelly dropped between Hannah and Monica, all of them now upright on their knees, naked and smiling at her. Jenny again delighted in the sense of power and control she felt over these girls, then thought back to her fumbling efforts with Kelly a few minutes earlier.
“We’re going to play a game. Let’s find out who’s the best kisser!” Jenny grinned at them.
All of their faces lit up, beaming at her.
“Yay! I like this game!” grinned Hannah.
“Babe, you know I always give you the best kisses!” leered Kelly.
“No way, I’m the best kisser! Just ask Hannah!” urged Monica.
Jenny swiveled back to the desk and picked up a small glass from which she’d been drinking. It was about a quarter full of water. Spinning back around, she splashed its contents at Kelly. 
Kelly laughed, her face dripping wet.
“Oh Jenny, you’re so silly sometimes!” she chuckled. Hannah and Monica giggled along with her. 
Jenny placed the glass flat on the carpet in front of her chair, then gave it a vigorous spin. It soon came to a stop, pointing most closely towards Hannah. The tall blonde girl brightened, grinning widely with anticipation. 
Jenny grabbed at Hannah’s blonde ponytail and pulled her in, their tongues extended and sliding together. Jenny fumbled around with her tongue in Hannah’s mouth, enjoying the curious sensation of her tongue being sucked and their lips smacking together. After about a minute, she sat back and pushed Hannah away. Kelly and Monica had been staring at them in silence, their eyes wide.
“Not bad, Hannah,” Jenny remarked, leaning back in her chair.
Monica whistled. “That was so hot, Hannah!” she marveled, smiling at her girlfriend. 
“It’s a good thing we’ve had so much kissing practice with each other before this contest!” she added.
Jenny reached down and spun the glass once again. It came to rest facing Monica, who grinned at her, lewdly shaking her big naked breasts and brushing her dark hair behind her ears.
Jenny sneered at her, then announced, “Challenge round! Hannah, you get to distract your girlfriend however you like, but using only your mouth.”
“Wha –“ Monica started, but Jenny immediately pressed her lips to the brunette’s, cutting her off. Hannah giggled as she crawled behind Kelly to arrive at Monica’s other side. Straightening up, she gave a long slow lick across her girlfriend’s ear, hearing her whimpering into Jenny’s mouth.
Monica was facing a quandary. She knew it was so important to give her roommate the very best kiss possible to win the contest, but she feared her girlfriend would know just how to distract her! As she was tonguing Jenny’s mouth, she sensed Hannah’s weight shifting next to her and realized at the last moment what her girlfriend had planned.
No, not there! It’s too much! Not while I’m – Monica was inwardly panicking, but hoped her desperation didn’t come across to Jenny while they were kissing.
Hannah bent down, sucking Monica’s left nipple into her mouth. She licked at the big teat, smacking her lips and making the loudest sucking noises she could, thinking it all the more distracting while her girlfriend was trying to focus.
Jenny found herself laughing at Monica’s obvious predicament and pushed her backwards, disengaging their kiss. Hannah’s lips detached from her girlfriend’s nipple with an audible *pop*.
“Sorry Mon! You had to know I would go for your big sexy boobs,” Hannah giggled at the brunette on the floor.
Jenny tried on her best announcer voice. “Double challenge round! Hannah, Monica, I want you both sucking on Kelly’s nipples.”
Kelly’s eyes widened as Hannah crawled behind her, appearing once again at her other side. Kelly immediately lunged at Jenny, trying to kiss her girlfriend before her roommates were able to distract her. She found it admittedly very difficult to concentrate, feeling incredible sensations coming from her big chest as her nipples were sucked. Her ears filled with even louder smacking noises than during the previous round. 
Focus! You can do this Kelly! Do it for your girlfriend, the cheerleader thought to herself. She gave it her all, but couldn’t hide her disappointment when she felt Jenny pushing her away only a few seconds later. Still, she had at least succeeded in smearing her ruby red lip coloring all around Jenny’s mouth, and found it quite fetching on her girlfriend. She hoped it might count in her favor for bonus points.
“That was impressive, Kelly,” Jenny remarked, studying all three girls for a moment. 
“You three, kiss.”
Hannah and Monica leaned towards Kelly, all three girls tonguing each other in a wanton display, even as their eyes peered questioningly at Jenny. Was this another challenge round? They couldn’t be sure, but they knew it was important to Jenny so they gave their all to kissing each other. Jenny pitched forward, studying her roommates spreading Kelly’s lipstick on each other, trying to derive any means to improve her own skills.
There’s no substitute for practice, Jenny thought.
“Now all of you, kiss me,” she whispered.
They lunged at her, all of them trying to make out with Jenny at the same time. They were no longer kissing each other; rather, they all seemed to be forcing their own tongues into her mouth simultaneously. She enjoyed the curious sensation of three other girls’ tongues on her own, but found it difficult to concentrate with her roommates fighting each other.
Jenny pushed the other girls back, then looked into her girlfriend’s eyes.
“Congratulations Kelly, you won the contest! You were an incredible kisser, overcoming nearly insurmountable odds to emerge victorious,” she embellished.
Kelly let loose a cheer, though perhaps not one she’d learned on the cheerleading team.
“Yay! Me and Jenny, sitting in a tree, KAY EYE ESS ESS –“
“Ugh,” Jenny interrupted her. “Seriously, Kelly?”
Kelly pouted momentarily, then grinned widely at her girlfriend. She couldn’t stay mad at that sexy brunette with the huge boobs!
“Sorry, Hannah and Monica,” Jenny said, turning to the runners-up. 
“You didn’t win, but you still get a consolation prize!” she grinned at them.
“We do? Hooray!” Hannah cheered.
“Oh wow! What do we get?” Monica tittered. 
“You both win Kelly’s lipstick! But here’s the catch: you have to collect it yourselves with only your mouths! Readysetgo!” Jenny announced with dramatic flair.
Kelly saw Hannah and Monica leaping at her and she fell back, tackled to the ground. They were not quite kissing her as much as rubbing their lips all around her mouth, trying to coat themselves in her lipstick. She giggled at the curious sensation and enjoyed the intimate attention from her roommates.
A moment later, Jenny had another game in mind.
“All of you, sit up,” she ordered, and at once they were on their knees again, smiling at her. She looked into her girlfriend’s eyes.
“Truth or dare, Kelly?”
“Truth! But babe, you know I could never lie to you,” Kelly cooed.
Jenny grinned at her. 
“Something true about you that I love, Kelly, is how you always greet your roommates with a wet sloppy kiss!”
Kelly immediately lunged forward, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to Jenny’s. While she was animatedly tonguing her girlfriend, Monica piped up, sounding perplexed.
“That’s not how… you didn’t even ask her a question, Jenny!” the brown-haired girl boggled, before continuing.
“Besides, obviously we all know about Kelly’s very friendly greetings. It’s been a week, after all!” she reminded Jenny.
Hannah gave an appreciative whistle. “Kelly is such an amazing kisser, though! After all, she won the contest! It makes sense that she’s always smooching us.”
After Jenny had moaned her satisfaction, Kelly leaned back and turned to kiss Hannah for a while. A minute later, she broke her kiss with Hannah and swung around to look at Monica.
“You know I’d never forget about you, sweetie!” Kelly grinned at the brunette, then leaned in to share a sloppy kiss with her.
Jenny interrupted their embrace. “All of you, go sit on the couch.”
Kelly stood and paced over to the couch, sitting at one end. Hannah and Monica fell into formation, crawling slowly towards Kelly, then climbing up onto the couch next to her. As Hannah and then Monica sat down, Kelly smiled at them, giving each girl in turn another quick kiss in greeting. All three sat pressed close together, clearly enjoying the sensation of each other’s nude skin. 
Jenny pondered at them for a moment, then turned back to the window. It’s time to turn up the heat, she thought.
I wish that when anyone looks at my roommates’ breasts, my roommates will get more aroused and their nipples will fully harden. The more they are desired by others, the more aroused they will feel, and this is all a new experience for them, Jenny thought.
Jenny turned back around and admired the sight of her three nude roommates awaiting her commands. She made eye contact with Monica, who gave a small whimper from the sudden attention.
“Girls, wouldn’t you say Monica has the most beautiful big breasts?” she suggested, gesturing at Monica on the couch.
Kelly and Hannah turned to look at Monica’s big chest. At once Monica suddenly felt a burning heat within her, and her pointy nipples became obviously erect. She squirmed under the hot gaze of the other three girls.
Kelly whistled. “You’re right Jenny, Monica’s breasts really are incredible.”
Hannah nodded as she stared at Monica’s chest. “I just love her big nipples! And it looks like she enjoys us looking at her.”
Kelly nodded. “You’re right Hannah, but you know, Jenny’s huge breasts are even bigger,” she offered.
Monica was still squirming from the attention, now squeezing her legs together. 
“Oooh, girls, you’re making me so hot!” she gasped.
 Jenny’s eyes lowered to her roommates’ midsections. They were clearly feeling Jenny’s eyes on them even as they continued to stare at Monica’s breasts, and all three girls wantonly spread their legs for her, crossing their legs over each other. Hannah was unsubtly licking her lips as she stared at Monica’s big nipples. Jenny turned to the window once more.
I wish that our pussies will drip and squirt profusely when we’re aroused and when we climax, and we’ll never get dehydrated as a result, and this is new for me but not for my roommates, she grinned to herself. Why should they have all the fun?
She paused for a moment, delighting in the feel of her panties and shorts immediately soaking through with her arousal. She looked down between her huge breasts and unbuttoned her shorts, hearing someone gasp as she lowered them to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving just her oversized t-shirt and drenched panties. A stream of wetness was continually running down one of her legs, but there was one more thing she wanted.
I wish that when any of my roommates has an orgasm, their breasts and nipples will grow larger, and the bigger their breasts grow, the more sensitive to pleasure they become. This is a new experience for them, she thought. She was finally exploring her deepest desires, and she exalted in the delirious sense of power she felt over the other girls.
Jenny turned back around again, grinning with anticipation. Three pairs of beautiful legs were still spread open for her, crossing over each other, and she saw all three nude gashes were absolutely soaked, dripping down onto the couch below them. Monica seemed to be especially aroused; her pussy was periodically squirting small gushes of her juices as she writhed under her roommates’ continued attention.
Jenny chuckled at Monica’s obvious need, then spoke cheerfully. 
“But girls, wouldn’t you say that Kelly’s big boobs are just as impressive as Monica’s?” she grinned, as all four sets of eyes swiveled towards Kelly’s chest. 
Kelly immediately felt herself burning hot, squeezing her legs together involuntarily from the sensation of her roommates’ attention. Even her own gaze on her big chest seemed to contribute to her urgent need. She was trying to rub her gushing pussy on the couch below her, but she wasn’t getting any relief.
Hannah admired Kelly’s big breasts and watched her nipples quickly harden. “Wow Kelly, Jenny is so right. Your boobs really are beautiful – I’m so jealous!”
Monica leaned forward, resting her big breasts on her knees, as she looked around Hannah towards Kelly. “Yeah! Kelly, your nipples are so hard! Oh my gosh, and your pussy is so wet!”
Kelly was quivering from the heat she felt from all of their eyes looking at her. She knew her pussy had always been so embarrassingly drippy and wet when she got turned on, and the sensation from her roommates’ attention was making her gush onto the couch. She felt a warm wet spot quickly spreading under her legs.
Jenny, Hannah, and Monica continued to stare at Kelly’s heaving chest. Her nipples were straining, diamond-hard, and she was panting, clearly edging towards climax. Jenny grinned at Kelly’s predicament and wanted to push her further.
“Hannah, blow gently across Kelly’s nipples,” Jenny whispered.
Hannah giggled, leaning to the side and teasing Kelly’s teats with her hot breath. It was all too much for Kelly, and she felt herself plunge over the edge.
“Oh HannnNNNAAAAH!” Kelly screamed, achieving a tremendous climax. Her pussy squirted great voluminous jets of nearly translucent liquid, arcing nearly to the ceiling before landing upon herself, Hannah and Monica next to her, and even reaching the other side of the room to splash across Jenny’s overburdened t-shirt. Even after such an impressive display, Kelly could feel her dripping gash was still streaming her liquids down her legs and the couch below her. 
Kelly fell back into the couch, panting and wheezing with her eyes closed, but she could sense the other girls still watching her and she again felt incredibly turned on. She opened her eyes, her pretty features flushed and her long blonde hair soaked, to look up at Jenny.
“Ohmygosh, I’m so sorry, girls!” she was blushing a deep red. 
“It’s that... I’ve always had this condition. I just get so wet sometimes, and when I climax, well, you can see how much I squirt!”
Jenny was grinning widely, watching her roommates’ antics. She felt a near-constant deluge of her own arousal gushing forth from her newly hairless pussy, continuously soaking through her panties and dripping down her bare legs.
Hannah reached over, lovingly brushing Kelly’s wet blonde hair behind her ear. 
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she smiled at the shorter girl. 
“That was really hot! And I’ll tell you a secret too: I’ve always been quite the squirter myself,” she continued, blushing.
Monica laughed. “That’s an understatement!” She lovingly jabbed her girlfriend in the ribs. 
“The truth is, we’re both big squirters! We always get so wet every time we’re together.”
Hannah grinned back at Monica. “It’s true! Kelly, we’ve always been able to squirt as much as you just did!”
Kelly was stunned and delighted to find that her friends shared her condition and, with the added sensation of still feeling their eyes on her, she knew another shuddering orgasm was about to overtake her. Her pussy was again betraying her arousal by gushing huge arcs of her essence every few seconds. 
“That’s amazing, girls!” she gasped as a particularly acute shudder spurted a huge jet of liquid from her pussy across the far wall. 
“You two have me so turned on right now!” she was almost moaning.
Jenny caught Kelly on a knife’s edge. 
“Kelly, would you mind telling us your biggest fetishes?” she queried.
“Sure Jenny!” Kelly grinned, straining through her arousal. 
“I just love how wet my pussy gets when I’m turned on, and I’ve always enjoyed how amazingly big my squirting orgasms can get! I love big boobs too, both mine and other girls’, but I’d really like to see yours right now, Jenny! And you know I love kissing you pretty girls!”
Kelly was blushing and sweating, clearly overwhelmed by so freely revealing her secrets combined with the attention from her roommates gazing at her, and felt herself plunging over the edge once again. She strained to look back at her roommates through the waves of her shuddering climax, marveling at them even through the intensity of her own arousal. 
“Oh my gosh, you weren’t kidding – look at you two, your pussies are so wet!” she admired.
Hannah and Monica were grinning, holding hands as they squirmed under the attention from Kelly and Jenny. Hannah’s sopping pussy let out a short jet of squirt, which arced through the air and contributed to a growing wet area on the carpet. Monica’s dripping pussy soon followed, gushing in sympathy with her friend.
Monica was grinning widely at Kelly, squeezing Hannah’s hand in her own. “Yeah! You and Jenny are making our pussies so wet!”
Jenny pondered, suddenly wondering about any logistical issues that might get in the way of her fun. She looked out the window behind her once again.
I wish that our room was totally soundproof and waterproof, but without any obvious changes to its appearance, except that we all share one extra-large bed, she thought, then heard a familiar WHOOMPH of rushing air coming from one of the bedrooms. None of the other girls seemed to notice it.
Jenny turned around to continue watching Kelly closely. Her girlfriend had been giving gradually smaller shudders for the last minute even as she was talking to them. Jenny noticed that each shrinking shudder was accompanied by a progressively smaller jet of liquid arcing from Kelly’s pussy. Is she still climaxing? she pondered. We’re two orgasms behind one of my wishes…
Kelly’s second climax had been brought on and further extended by the revelation that her sexy roommates looked just as wet as she was, and she didn’t notice the soft WHOOMPH below her as their nylon couch suddenly changed to a light tan leather. At last she felt the end of her second shuddering orgasm, even though she could sense her pussy still dripping, and at once she became aware of a curiously pleasurable sensation in her breasts.
It seemed to Jenny that all three of her roommates were feeling the same thing, as all of them suddenly glanced down at their own chests. She saw all of them start squirming as their attention to their own breasts got them even more turned on, then gasped with delight as all of their chests suddenly surged larger in two great waves. Kelly and Monica’s huge bosoms were now easily larger than their own heads, while Hannah’s smaller chest had swelled larger than Monica’s had been only moments before.
Hannah gasped. “Ohmygosh! Did my… did my boobs just grow?” She paused for a moment before grinning widely. “That is so hot!”
Monica was watching her own chest growing larger; it felt simply amazing. She turned at once to admire her girlfriend’s newly swollen breasts.
“Mine did too! Oh Hannah, you’re amazing! Your boobs are so much bigger now!” Monica gushed, staring at Hannah’s much larger nipples, which seemed to strain even more erect under her gaze.
Kelly grinned at her roommates, hefting her own bigger chest in her hands as she turned back towards Hannah. “So did mine! Wow Hannah, your big nipples look so hard now!”
Hannah was grinning widely, her eyes shooting back and forth between Kelly, Monica, and her own newly-grown breasts. She reached up, grasping her completely erect nipples, and shuddered from the sensation. She could feel the other three girls watching her, and she felt herself burning even hotter.
“Ooooh! My big nipples feel soooo good!” she whimpered, gently twisting her own teats.
Jenny was momentarily taken aback. She hadn’t expected Kelly’s climaxes to cause all of their chests to grow. 
I’ll have to be more careful in wording these wishes, she realized with a start. Maybe I should slow things down for a moment?
She deliberately averted her eyes from the couch before speaking quietly but firmly.
“Kelly, why don’t you make a snack for us?”
Kelly flashed a wide grin back at her. “Sure, Jenny!” she smiled, then stood in her high heels, pacing delicately towards their small shared kitchenette. Jenny watched Kelly’s heels clicking delicately on the tile floor, leaving large puddles behind with every footstep as the girl’s incredibly effusive arousal streamed down both of her legs. As Kelly stepped in front of their pantry, pausing to let her big new breasts settle, she could still feel Jenny’s eyes on her from the other room. A growing puddle of her sticky arousal quickly spread on the floor between her heels, flowing lazily back towards the doorway to their common room.
She heard Jenny’s voice calling to her. “Hey Kelly, what’s your major again?”
She grinned, calling a response to her sexy girlfriend, and couldn’t resist embellishing. 
“We haven’t declared majors yet, silly! But I’m thinking about nursing. You know, like I’d like to nurse from those beautiful boobs of yours, girl!”
Jenny grinned deviously; Kelly had given her an idea. She turned once again to gaze at the dark void through her window.
I wish that Kelly’s major was *wet* nursing! She’s studying to be a lactation expert, and it’s a good thing that she never gets dehydrated, because any liquid she drinks will immediately become milk in her breasts! Jenny thought. It might be useful having an expert around, she grinned to herself, keeping her focus on the night sky.
I wish that any excess liquid spilled in our room will be quickly cleaned up, she thought. The idea of making a sexy wet mess with her roommates got her turned on again, and a huge gush of her arousal soon splashed through her panties, streaming onto the floor between her legs. After a few moments, it seemed to fade away, leaving the carpet clean and dry. Even the smaller streams of her dripping wetness that seemed to flow without end down her bare legs somehow left no mark on the carpet below. She marveled for a moment at the power of her wishes.
A moment later, she heard Kelly’s stilettos clicking as her girlfriend returned from the kitchenette, now carrying a small tray with four glasses. Kelly walked with a curiously wet-sounding *squelch-squelch*, as her gushing arousal continued to slicken her legs as they rubbed together. The large wet puddles left behind by her footsteps quickly faded away a step or two behind her. 
Kelly set down her tray on the small table in front of their couch, then paced towards the window. Jenny looked up to see Kelly’s breasts bouncing as her girlfriend approached, then immediately saw a gush of liquid splattering from her pussy onto the carpet below. Kelly grinned, bending over to give her girlfriend a quick wet smooch, and enjoying the sensation of feeling Jenny watching her.
Kelly smiled and stood upright again, turning towards Hannah and Monica seated on the couch, then walked towards them. Bending over again, she gave each girl another quick wet kiss on the lips. As she kissed each girl in turn, their own dripping pussies released huge gushes of their squirt that sprayed across the table, including the tray that Kelly had just set down.
On the tray were four small glasses, each filled with an opaque white liquid. Kelly stood, smiling at her friends on the couch, delighting in how she saw them blushing from her attention. 
“Girls, I’ve brought you each a glass of my milk!” she grinned. “I squeezed it fresh just now.”
Jenny’s eyes widened. Kelly had filled all of those glasses just now? That was so –
“Hot!” Monica exclaimed with a giggle. “Your big milky boobs are so sexy, Kelly, and I’ve been wondering when you’d let us try your milk!”
“No kidding! Kelly, I’ve been admiring your milky breasts since we met last week!” Hannah smiled up at her.
Kelly felt all of her roommates’ eyes on her once more. She shuddered from the attention, struggling to stay standing. Her nipples seemed to extend even further, and her incredible bare pussy quickly started gushing her juices in even greater volumes. Jenny’s eyes widened as Kelly’s nipples started leaking, streaming, and finally spraying with fine arcs of her breast milk. Jenny suddenly remembered the water bottle that Kelly had been drinking from only a few minutes earlier; its contents had been quickly turned to milk in her breasts.
Kelly gasped, again blushing in front of her roommates as she felt the need to divulge another secret about herself. 
“Gosh, girls, I’m so sorry again! It’s my breast milk,” she giggled nervously. “Every time I get this turned on, it just sprays from my nipples!”
Hannah and Monica both chuckled at Kelly’s milky spray arcing several feet in front of her. Some of the spray was landing in the four glasses still on the table, overflowing the cups onto the tray below. Only Jenny seemed to notice the excess milk on the tray slowly fade away.
Monica seemed impressed. 
“That is so hot! Your big boobs are so milky, Kelly!” she gushed. Her roommate’s huge chest was really turning her on, and she felt her own pussy suddenly squirting again in sympathy, gushing across the table next to the tray. Some of her squirt seemed to land in the glasses, mixing with Kelly’s milk.
“I’ll say!” Hannah agreed, then turned to her girlfriend, playfully bumping Monica on the arm. 
“I want to try her milk so badly, so can you keep your squirt to yourself for a hot minute?” she giggled, before turning back towards Kelly. Her own wet center was positively gushing from the sight of Kelly’s amazing spraying nipples.
Kelly was riding waves of pleasure from the loving feeling of sharing her milky bounty with her roommates, combined with the sensation of their eyes on her big breasts. She felt herself climaxing once again. She rubbed furiously at her pussy with one hand, splashing her furiously gushing squirt on her roommates, the couch, the table, and absolutely everywhere else, as her other hand grasped and squeezed at one of her nipples, hosing down everything in front of her with the incredible volume of her milk.
Hannah and Monica were laughing with glee. They didn’t even have to drink from the glasses – Kelly’s milk was coming to their mouths where they sat! They luxuriated in the delicious taste, licking the streaming milk off their own arms and legs.
Hannah was basking in the sensation of Kelly’s hot milk covering her bare skin. She turned to Monica next to her and leaned in, the two girlfriends sharing a milky kiss. 
A few moments later, Monica broke her kiss with Hannah, gasping. 
“Your hot milk tastes so good, Kelly!”
Hannah agreed with her girlfriend. 
“It’s amazing! I love the taste, Kelly! I’m so happy you finally let us try your milk.”
Jenny was staring with her mouth slightly agape, her hand furiously squelching against her own dripping pussy through her panties, as she saw her roommates’ breasts all expand once again from Kelly’s climax. Kelly’s huge milky boobs and Monica’s impressive pair were now approaching the size of her own huge chest, while Hannah’s wasn’t far behind. 
Hannah moaned loudly, grasping at her own growing breasts. 
“Ooh, I forgot about that! I love how my boobs get bigger when we cum together!”
Kelly and Monica were both moaning, lost in the sensation of their own growing chests. It seemed to Jenny that it must have been quite overwhelming for them, as all three of their spurting pussies suddenly released fresh blasts of their juices across their legs, the floor, and anything nearby, which dutifully faded away only moments later.
Jenny pulled herself together enough to issue a command.
“Hannah, Monica, lick Kelly’s milk from each other. And Kelly, keep spraying them!” Jenny urged, but she hadn’t particularly needed to, as Hannah and Monica had once again melted into each other’s arms, their needy tongues searching for and swallowing Kelly’s effusive milk.
Kelly grinned, turning to face her friends on the couch, as she moved her hand from her dripping pussy up to her other spurting nipple. She gently hugged and squeezed her huge chest, delighting in the sensation of spraying milk all over her friends.
This gave Jenny another idea. “Kelly, go get one of your nursing bras,” she commanded.
Kelly smiled back at her. “Of course Jenny, but I’m not sure they’ll fit me right now!”
Jenny paused; the girl was probably right. Still, this was nothing she couldn’t remedy, she thought, as she turned once again to her window.
I wish we all had lots of sexy clothes that fit us no matter how large we grow, Jenny thought into the darkness outside.
Sure enough, Kelly returned a moment later, her heels clicking and her pussy still gushing as she twirled an extra large bra around her finger. Jenny’s eyes widened; it was by far the largest bra she’d ever seen. And it was… a sexy, nearly transparent nursing bra?
Kelly was grinning at her. “That was silly of me, I totally forgot that I had all of these nursing bras for my big milky boobs! I have only been going to lactation classes for a week, though!”
Jenny smiled back at her. “Put on your bra, Kelly, and open the flaps. Let’s see your pretty nipples.”
Kelly did just that, expertly slinging her huge milky breasts into the large cups as if she’d done it a thousand times before. She smiled as she lowered the flaps over her nipples, exposing her huge erect teats and seeing them once again idly leaking milk. She felt the added heat from her own eyes joining Jenny’s on her dripping teats. She was thankful for the extra support of her undergarment as she felt her milky spray slowly increasing as she got even more turned on.
Jenny frowned; she had been hoping to see some even more impressive lactation from Kelly, but everything so far seemed so tame to her. 
“Kelly, why don’t you try some milk?” Jenny’s frown turned to a grin as she gestured to the glasses on the small table.
Kelly’s eyes lit up as she watched a powerful gush of juices spraying through Jenny’s panties.
“Oh my! Jenny, you know I just love the taste of my milk!”
She bent at the waist, her huge spurting nipples momentarily dousing her own long bare legs and her toes in her stilettos in great sheets of her milk. She giggled from the warm sensation of her milk on her sensitive skin, then straightened upright, now grasping one of the glasses of her milk in one hand. With little additional ceremony, she tilted her head back, finishing the entire glass in one go.
She let out a satisfied sigh, then licked along the milk mustache on her upper lip, withdrawing her tongue to swallow her leftover milk. She just loved the taste of her milky bounty, and she was so thrilled to see her roommates did as well. She exalted in the taste. 
“Mmm, my milk is so good!” she smiled, turning to Jenny and winking at her girlfriend. 
“And you know drinking it makes my boobs extra milky, too!”
Jenny’s eyes widened. It made a strange kind of sense that, for Kelly, some liquids might be milkier than others. Sure enough, Kelly’s lactation soon increased, erupting in fresh streams of her milky spray.
Kelly was giggling to herself, bouncing her big boobs around with her hands and arms as she continued spraying her milk all over Hannah, Monica, and the couch.
Jenny felt annoyingly distracted by her soaked panties. She absent-mindedly reached down, around her huge breasts, to pull them down her legs and kick them aside. Her newly hairless pussy gushed immediately at the delicious sensation of finally being exposed to the open air. It continued to send great streams of wetness splashing down her legs and toes before fading on the ground.
Jenny lightly patted the desk next to her. “Come sit here, Kelly,” she smiled at her girlfriend. Kelly smiled back and complied, walking over and setting her slender, dripping wet legs on the surface next to Jenny. Small gushes of her excitement were now and then spraying from her dripping pussy, flowing off the edge of the desk between her knees.
Jenny studied her for a moment.
“You know what Kelly? Take off that bra,” she intoned, and Kelly reached behind herself to expertly unclasp it and toss it aside, leaving her enormous milky breasts naked once again.
Jenny turned back to Hannah and Monica on the couch. They were still embracing, licking Kelly’s milk from each other’s skin, and flushing hot with new urgency as they felt Jenny and Kelly’s eyes watching them.
“Hannah, Monica, I want you to eat each other out. Give each other orgasms until you’re too big to reach each other anymore.” Jenny’s word was law to them.
Hannah’s eyes lit up. “Oh my, thank you Jenny! I’ve always wished my boobs would be as big as yours!” she gushed, even as she crawled into position atop Monica.
Monica, on her back between Hannah’s spread legs, widened her eyes at Jenny. 
“Yeah! I want my boobs to –“ she started, but was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected splash of Hannah’s copious squirt flooding her mouth and drenching her face and hair. She luxuriously swallowed her girlfriend’s squirt, then giggled.
Monica and Hannah were doing their best to lick at each other’s dripping pussies, but they were proceeding only in fits and starts. Each girl had to take frequent breaks to come up for air around the gushing pussy of her girlfriend. Jenny frowned once again; this wouldn’t do at all.
“Get in there, you two! I don’t want to see you spill a single drop!” she urged.
Hannah and Monica’s eyes widened. Surely Jenny couldn’t be serious? They’d been eating each other out for years, but in all their time together, they had never been able to swallow but a small fraction of each other’s prodigious squirt. Hannah felt herself leaning forward until she had wrapped her lips firmly around Monica’s gushing pussy, and she sensed the warm sensation in her nethers of Monica having done the same to her. 
Hannah felt a moment of encouragement: if Jenny believed they could do this, then surely it must be possible! She was straining upwards, trying to clamp her mouth into a seal around Monica’s pussy, when she suddenly felt a moment of gratitude for her girlfriend. 
It’s a good thing Monica’s always been hairless down here, she thought to herself. It makes this much easier!
Hannah and Monica were now playfully sucking at each other’s pussies. Even though they were focused entirely on their ministrations, they could sense Jenny and Kelly were watching them, and felt their own arousal peaking even higher.
Jenny saw Hannah and Monica’s eyes periodically widen as one or the other girl suddenly received an overwhelming mouthful of her girlfriend’s squirt. Each girl would periodically gasp for breath before quickly trying to reattach their lips to her girlfriend’s squirting pussy. After barely a minute, it was clear that they simply couldn’t keep up with each other’s voluminous squirting, and huge gushing swaths of their arousal were dripping down their cheeks, pooling between their breasts, and running down onto the couch. Hannah tried to apply herself with one last valiant effort, but took an unexpected blast of squirt to her face and frowned as it splashed all around her.
Hannah and Monica both felt disappointed in themselves, not least because they sensed that they might have disappointed Jenny. Hannah piped up first, turning towards Jenny, trying to offer an explanation even as her face was dripping with Monica’s juices.
“I’m so sorry Jenny, it’s just that she’s so wet! I can’t swallow it all!” she gasped, trying to speak while being splashed repeatedly in the face by Monica’s continued gushing.
Jenny laughed at her. “Just keep licking each other. I want to see you grow.”
Hannah and Monica immediately set to their task, licking along each other’s gushing pussies. They were clearly experts at this, having years of memories in this position with each other, and each girl knew just how to use her tongue for the greatest effect on her girlfriend.
Within a few minutes, the space between the two entwined girls on the couch had completely filled with growing breast flesh. Hannah and Monica’s huge breasts were rubbing against each other, pressing them further apart, as each girl strained to lean farther and farther in to keep tonguing her girlfriend’s pussy. They could still sense Jenny and Kelly’s rapt attention on them, which made them feel even hotter for each other.
Hannah and Monica’s incredible pussies were now gushing a nearly continuous flow of their arousal onto each other. The deluge from their squirting gashes was plainly audible, soaking their faces and hair and splashing everywhere around them on the couch. Still, they maintained a valiant effort at licking each other, gasping and nearly choking around the incredible flow of liquid spilling all over them.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny suddenly became aware of a large, slow moving mass. Kelly’s huge breasts had been growing in sympathy with Hannah and Monica, and her big nursing bra had magically grown as well, still appearing to be perfectly sized for her enormous milky breasts. Jenny reached out, gently patting the side of Kelly’s huge breast nearest her, giggling as Kelly’s huge nipple let out a sudden milky spray that easily covered the distance to their couch and rained onto Hannah and Monica.
Jenny felt a sinister grin covering her face. “Kelly, turn around and lie down, and tilt your head back over the edge of the desk.”
Kelly did just that, her spread legs now facing directly towards the window near Jenny’s desk. The anticipation of whatever Jenny had planned for her was clearly taking its toll on her, and her gushing pussy at once leapt to life, sending periodic arcing sprays of her essence several feet into the air to splash across the glass window. Jenny grinned, seeing the window magically drying itself out, only to be soaked again just a moment later by a fresh deluge of Kelly’s squirt, the cycle repeating every few seconds.
Jenny turned her eyes back towards the couch. “Hannah, Monica, that’s enough. Come here.”
Hannah and Monica disentangled themselves, sitting upright and smiling, but clearly unaccustomed to the huge weight of their new breasts. Hannah’s chest covered her lap, now extending past her knees, even larger now than Jenny’s newly-grown breasts. Monica was larger still, and Jenny realized with a flush that the dark-haired girl would probably have no small amount of difficulty reaching her own nipples.
Hannah and Monica dropped to the floor in front of the couch, slowly crawling around the table. Jenny grinned, remembering her earlier command, and laughed as they were clearly having difficulty dragging their huge chests below them across the carpet. They were obviously struggling with the mass of their new chests, as well as from the delicious sensation of their nipples rubbing against the carpet, and Jenny could only imagine which they found more distracting. 
Jenny laughed again, then looked down at Kelly’s upside-down visage. She stepped around the front of the desk, then lifted one of her legs up and around Kelly’s head, centering her own gushing pussy directly over Kelly’s neck. She leaned back luxuriously, reclining into the soft masses of Kelly’s huge breasts towering into the air behind her.
Kelly arched her neck, looking down into the most beautiful sight: her girlfriend’s gushing pussy had been placed in an ideal position just above her. Despite all her effusive wetness squirting from between her own legs, and the milky spray she still felt issuing from her big breasts, she was suddenly awfully thirsty.
Kelly thought that she sensed what Jenny wanted, and extended her tongue, lifting her head towards Jenny’s gushing pussy. Jenny seemed displeased and reached down, suddenly striking Kelly’s cheek with a wet-sounding *slap*. 
“No, Kelly. You just wait there. Play with yourself as you admire my pussy,” Jenny sneered.
Kelly found herself in something of a predicament. She could see her own huge breasts towering up behind Jenny, but she knew she could no longer reach her own nipples. Her panic soon faded, however, when she realized she could still reach under her big chest to rub at her own nude pussy. Jenny heard a familiar wet-sounding *squelch-squelch* coming from behind her as Kelly started playing with herself.
Kelly’s eyes widened as she gazed up at Jenny’s pretty pussy. She thought it might be the most beautiful hairless gash she had ever seen, and she thought herself so incredibly fortunate to be dating this amazing girl. Jenny was clearly aroused, Kelly marveled, as the dripping pussy above her was releasing regular gushes and squirts of the girl’s liquid all over her face and neck. She grinned, trying to catch Jenny’s gushing arousal in her open mouth and savoring the delicious taste of her girlfriend.
Hannah and Monica had at last managed to drag their huge breasts across the floor as they finished crawling towards Jenny. They were looking up at Jenny, smiling as they blushed and panted from their exertions. Jenny looked down at them as Kelly tilted her head back farther to look upside-down at her roommates on the floor. Hannah and Monica flushed even redder from the attention and they felt their own pussies starting to gush once again.
“Hannah, Monica, stand up. Let me see you holding your huge boobs,” Jenny snickered with anticipation.
Hannah and Monica tried to stand, struggling mightily with the weight of their expansive chests. Jenny knew this to be a problem she could solve, but for now she laughed heartily at her roommates’ efforts. After a few moments, Hannah found that she could use her own hands and arms to support the weight of her big chest, and she grinned over at her girlfriend.
“Use your arms, Mon! Wow, your huge boobs are so sexy now!” Hannah admired.
Monica flushed from feeling her girlfriend’s eyes on her and found it somewhat more difficult to wrangle her own larger chest, but eventually struggled upright, smiling back at Hannah.
“Thanks Hannah,” she beamed at her girlfriend. “Wow, you look so hot with those big new boobs! You’ll be the biggest on the basketball team for sure!” she complimented, staring at the blonde’s nipples as they seemed to stretch even longer under her gaze.
Jenny chuckled. “Come girls, let’s show Kelly our appreciation for sharing her milk with us. I want all of us to give Kelly a shower. And Kelly, I want you to swallow it all!”
Kelly’s eyes widened, looking up at Jenny from between her spread legs. “Oh thank you, Jenny! You know I’m always happy to share my milk with you girls anytime you want!”
Hannah grinned down at Kelly. “Thank you so much for sharing your delicious milk!”
“It was so good! Let us thank you properly,” smiled Monica.
As they all looked down at Kelly’s head between Jenny’s legs, Kelly felt herself blushing from their attention. They could all suddenly hear what sounded like liquid gushing against glass, coming from somewhere near the window. Jenny looked up again at Hannah and Monica, speaking loudly to be heard over the sound of rushing liquid.
“I want each of you rubbing me and your girlfriend with one hand,” she commanded.
At once Hannah and Monica’s hands left their huge breasts, and they wobbled momentarily but managed to remain standing upright. Hannah’s right hand and Monica’s left hand met just above Jenny’s gushing pussy, while each of them reached their other hand over to rub at her girlfriend’s pussy.
Jenny sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back into Kelly’s towering soft breasts behind her. She felt her roommates rubbing expertly at her wet center and felt her own effusive dripping arousal steadily increasing. Below and between her spread legs, Kelly had opened her mouth wide, gasping and grinning with anticipation, even as she caught and swallowed some initial small squirts from the three pussies hanging over her.
Somewhere behind her, Jenny heard the crescendoing sound of Kelly’s milk spraying progressively harder against the wall. Three pussies’ worth of gushing, streaming liquids were spraying into Kelly’s mouth, and thanks to the power of Jenny’s wish, all of their squirting was immediately transformed into milk inside Kelly’s surging chest.
Jenny was luxuriating in the feel of Hannah and Monica’s hands rubbing her newly hairless pussy. They were clearly experts in pleasuring other girls, thanks to her earlier wish, and she exalted in feeling her own arousal slowly growing from the delicious sensations at her core.
She looked down just in time to see a voluminous gush from her own pussy filling Kelly’s mouth and soaking the girl’s face. Kelly seemed to be riding waves of her own ecstasy, swallowing her roommates’ gushing squirt as quickly as possible, then opening her mouth once again to accept more of their gifts.
The sound of spraying liquids behind her was now echoing even louder. Jenny felt a curious wet sensation, and looked down to see her own shoulders and t-shirt gradually dampened from the milky rain spurting from Kelly’s huge nipples. The moistness in her shirt, however, would periodically fade away every few seconds, even as it was again hosed down by Kelly’s incredible milk production.
 Jenny reached back with both arms, feeling the huge towering spheres of Kelly’s growing breasts behind her. She rubbed briskly along their distended forms, grinning as she felt Kelly’s skin hot and angry with milk. She wanted to keep her girlfriend’s chest a surprise for herself, however, and she kept her eyes forward and down at Kelly’s open mouth between her legs.
Hannah and Monica were each still using both of their hands to rub furiously at the two pussies nearest them. Jenny felt herself nearly peaking, at long last, and was finally ready to enjoy her own first orgasm with the other girls.
“Come, girls. Let’s all cum together!” Jenny gasped.
Hannah and Monica grinned at her, then moaned as all four of them reached their climaxes together. Kelly gave a valiant effort, swallowing repeatedly as many mouthfuls of her roommates’ gushing squirt as she could manage, but she simply couldn’t keep up. Great swaths of their juices ended up on their legs, in Kelly’s hair, and on the floor below them, but none of them save Jenny noticed Kelly’s hair quickly drying out again.
Monica’s legs were shaking and the sudden increase in weight from her growing chest caught her off-guard. She fell backwards, her taut bottom landing on the carpet below her, as her surging breasts completed their latest round of growth. She pushed off the floor to sit up, thrilled at how her huge chest now spread past her knees over her outstretched legs. She was laughing and wheezing from the delirious sensation of growing.
“Oopsies!” Hannah giggled. “Wow Mon, your boobies are even bigger now! Can you even stand up?”
Jenny took a step forward, dismounting Kelly’s beaming face, then turned to look behind herself. Kelly’s chest towered several feet into the air, and the added intensity of all the squirt being transformed into milk had clearly put her girlfriend’s nipples into overdrive. Huge swaths of the wall were being continuously doused in Kelly’s spurting milk, soaking through the wallpaper only to be magically dried out just as quickly only a moment later. 
Jenny chuckled at her immobilized girlfriend, knowing that she could easily address this problem with a wish. She tried stepping around Kelly, but the girl’s enormous breasts had swelled so large that they completely obscured the small window by the desk. Jenny tilted her head; this was not something she had expected. 
I need to be more careful with that window, she pondered, then giggled to herself at the absurdity of her situation. At once she took off, walking towards the bedroom featuring their new shared bed.
“Kelly, you rest up a while,” she called over her shoulder. “Hannah, Monica, come to bed.”
Hannah and Monica grinned at each other, then immediately dropped to the floor, crawling slowly towards their bedroom. It was slow going as they dragged their enormous breasts and sensitive nipples across the floor.
Monica was grinning as she looked up at Hannah’s dripping pussy ahead of her. “It’s a good thing we’re crawling now, Hannah! I’m not so sure I could walk with these big boobs!”
Hannah paused for a moment, smiling back at her girlfriend, though somewhat disappointed that Monica had avoided a collision this time. 
“You’re right, Mon, but these huge boobs are so amazing! Come on, Jenny needs us!”
Monica reached up to lightly pat her girlfriend’s taut bottom, chuckling as her touch caused Hannah’s pussy to squirt all over her outstretched arm. 
“Then let’s not keep her waiting!”
Jenny was sitting on the edge of the single large bed in their shared bedroom, still wearing her oversized white t-shirt but nude from the waist down. She grinned as Hannah and Monica slowly crawled in front of the bed, dragging their huge boobs along the carpet. They remained on their hands and knees, smiling up at her.
Monica was trying to keep both hands on the ground, gently spreading her breasts to an impressive radius around her torso. Jenny realized that Monica and Hannah both seemed much larger than even a minute ago, and laughed when she realized that their increased sensitivity probably made their crawl into the bedroom most titillating.
Jenny uncrossed her legs, thrilled anew at the sense of power she felt over these girls. At once a huge spray of her essence spurted from her pussy, covering Hannah’s grinning face.
“Yum!” Hannah giggled, licking at the juices around her mouth.
Jenny stood up in front of the bed. Looking down on her roommates from this height seemed to enhance her sense of power over them. 
“Turn around. Present your pussies,” she commanded.
Hannah and Monica grinned, then hefted and dragged their huge boobs around until they were facing away from Jenny, still on their hands and knees. Jenny pondered for a moment, taking in the sight of their drenched pussies squirting their juices down their legs.
“You know girls, something I’ve always liked about you two is that you can’t keep your legs closed for more than a moment,” Jenny offered.
Hannah and Monica’s legs immediately slid open. It seemed almost involuntary, and as they looked back at her, they didn’t seem to notice anything unusual.
Hannah looked perplexed. “Well sure Jenny, but you know we’ve always been like that!”
“Yeah, we talked about this last week. You know we always get so turned on we can’t keep our legs closed!” Monica reminded her.
Jenny paused to admire their dripping pussies between their toned, spread legs. As she looked back and forth between them, she grinned to herself as each pussy in turn suddenly gushed when she settled her eyes upon it. She knew that they could feel her gaze upon their bodies.
“Right, of course,” Jenny rolled her eyes, then looked back to the tall blonde.
“Hannah, it’s so fun how, when you’re not busy doing something else, you always have at least one hand pleasuring yourself,” she observed.
Hannah frowned, suddenly facing a predicament. She’d always found it comforting to idly rub her pussy or tug on her nipples, but how could she do so now with these huge new breasts? A moment later she had an epiphany, grinning to herself at her own ingenuity. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her massive breasts, stimulating her nipples most deliciously against the rough carpet and freeing her to lift both arms up and around her chest.
 Hannah’s delicate fingers suddenly came into view as she reached both hands between her legs, lazily sliding her fingers around her dripping pussy with noisy *squelch-squelch* sounds. Rubbing herself like this had always helped her focus, and she knew it would help her be prepared for anything Jenny might ask of her. The added sensations from her extra-sensitive big nipples rubbing on the floor made her flush, and she closed her eyes, feeling the other two girls’ eyes on her turning her on even more.
It was Monica’s turn to look perplexed. 
“Jenny, you know Hannah can’t help rubbing herself all the time! You don’t need to tease her about it,” she offered, defending her girlfriend.
Jenny’s gaze turned back to Monica. The chatty brunette was starting to get on her nerves. Monica blushed red from the attention, and Jenny saw her dripping pussy gush profusely across the carpet behind her, which remained magically dry despite the enormous volume of liquid.
“You know Monica, I love how, when you’re not busy doing something else, you’re always using your mouth to pleasure Hannah or one of your other roommates, or yourself if they’re not around,” Jenny remarked.
Monica suddenly lunged towards Hannah until their lips met. Hannah’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but she soon grinned and leaned back into Monica, inserting her tongue into her girlfriend’s mouth and enjoying the sensation of feeling her sucking on it.
“Sit up Hannah, and face me,” Jenny intoned.
Hannah detached herself from Monica, earning a disappointed moan from the other girl. As she turned around to face Jenny, swinging her huge breasts around and settling them in her lap, Monica kept launching herself at Hannah, trying to kiss or lick her but having only limited success as she shifted around. Monica seemed also to be heavily weighed down by her own huge hanging breasts.
Hannah finally settled facing the bed, her huge boobs in her lap and her legs spread wide open. Immediately she found herself idly grabbing at the tender flesh of her left breast with one hand, while her other hand reached forward and around to grasp at her own nipple, giving it gentle squeezes. She felt her ministrations on her own sensitive chest heating herself up again, and she could hear and feel generous gushes of her squirt arcing from her pussy to splash across the undersides of her big breasts.
Monica was still searching for something, anything, on Hannah that she could kiss or lick. A moment later she had a sudden revelation, thinking herself brilliant for figuring out how to please her girlfriend and Jenny at the same time. She scooted in front of Hannah and sucked her girlfriend’s big nipple into her mouth as she kept her pussy thrust upwards and back towards Jenny, her legs still spread wide open.
Hannah grinned down at her girlfriend sucking on her nipple, and saw Monica blush as an arcing jet of squirt shot from her pussy back towards Jenny. They maintained eye contact with each other, each girl feeling themselves heating up even more.
Hannah broke eye contact with her girlfriend; there seemed to be something strange about Jenny lately and she couldn’t help but mention it.
“Jenny, we all know Monica can’t help herself around us. She’s just trying to be generous! You know, you sure are saying a lot of obvious things lately!” Hannah boggled, even as she rode waves of pleasure from her girlfriend sucking on her huge nipple.
Jenny’s head snapped up as she heard a sudden knock on the outer door to their room. She felt a sudden sense of panic replacing the drunken power she’d been enjoying until now.
Her mind was suddenly racing again. I need to clean up more than just their liquids! she thought, then leapt into action.
Spinning around as quickly as her huge new chest would allow, she ran to the bedroom window. It looked like dark clouds had been rolling in; the starry sky was now almost entirely obscured. I have to make this quick, she thought. But what to wish for?
I wish that Kelly had… that Kelly gets wishes… she wasn’t thinking clearly. She felt herself panicking as she saw only a small patch of starry sky remaining between the gathering clouds.
I wish that… that my roommates were mine to – she started, but her last glimpse of the stars had at that moment vanished behind the thick cloud cover. It was now nearly pitch black and she could hardly see anything at all outside the window.
I… what? I didn’t finish! Her thoughts were suddenly pierced by a second sharp knock at their door. She spun around again, nearly throwing herself off balance. Monica had scooted her legs around, keeping her mouth on Hannah’s nipple as she pointed her pussy at Jenny, still trying to present herself.
In her sudden panic, Jenny had barely noticed that Hannah and Monica’s breasts had grown even larger in the last minute. Monica’s huge chest was pancaking impressively beyond her arms as she remained on her hands and knees and attended to her girlfriend. Hannah’s growing chest had pushed her nipple further outwards, requiring Monica to crawl backwards from the gentle pressure.
Jenny rushed past them, stepping through the doorway to their common room. As she approached the outer door, she turned for a quick glance at Kelly. Sure enough, her new girlfriend was still dozing quietly on the desk near the window, her enormous breasts towering into the air above her and leaning against the wall. Kelly’s nipples had softened somewhat, but even in her sleep they were constantly leaking small rivers of milk that dripped down her breasts onto the table, where it slowly faded away a few moments later. 
At least there’s some peace and quiet out here, Jenny thought, bracing herself in front of the door.
Jenny swung the door wide open to reveal Erica, a third-year student who lived a few doors down and was responsible for all of the girls in their wing of the dormitory. Erica’s fiery red hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, her small t-shirt stretched around her sizable chest, and her tight jeans showed off her slender figure. She was cradling in her right arm a clipboard with a few sheets of paper.
Erica had promised herself that she wouldn’t be caught staring at that first-year with the enormous boobs. It was bad enough that the girl had to live so close by, and she worried that even a formality like this routine inspection might lead her too close to temptation. 
Looking through the open doorway, her eyes landed on a truly enormous pair of breasts in a tight white t-shirt. 
It’s her! she thought, then quickly raised her eyes to meet the surprised gaze of the cute brown-haired girl. 
I said I wouldn’t! she chastised herself, then nervously looked back down at her clipboard.
“Hi Jenny! I just need to take a quick look around your room, if you don’t mind,” she offered, trying to stay professional.
Jenny reeled back. 
“NO! I mean, this is not a good time, can you –”
“Is that Kelly?” Erica was peering around her at the huge fleshy mass leaning against the far wall.
Jenny’s mouth fell open. 
“I… who? Nobody here –” she started, but Erica had already stepped past her into the room. She spun around and almost fell over from the motion of her new center of gravity. She looked up to see Erica standing next to the sleeping girl with the towering milky breasts.
Jenny rushed to Erica’s side, her eyes wide. 
“Look, I can explain! Kelly was –” she started, but stopped herself, seeing Erica smiling as her green eyes tilted higher, taking in the true enormity of Kelly’s huge breasts. Erica was watching streams of Kelly’s milk lazily exuding from her nipples and rolling down her breasts.
“Your possession, I know,” Erica nodded.
“My WHAT?” Jenny was agog.
“Look Jenny, I won’t use that other word,” Erica said, shifting uncomfortably.
“But come on, everyone knows that Kelly, Hannah, and Monica are your… your property. Of course you have every right to do anything you like to them, Jenny,” she said cheerfully, smiling at Jenny. 
Jenny’s head was spinning. What did I just wish for? That they were… were mine?! And everyone knows it? A confused fog settled in her mind as she found herself recalling memories of having ownership of her three roommates.
Erica cast an appreciative eye upwards again, admiring how Kelly’s huge nipples seemed to instantly harden and start spraying milk even while the girl was asleep. As they stood gazing at Kelly’s towering breasts, they both thought they heard the muffled sound, coming from somewhere beyond the wall of breast, of a nearly continuous jet of liquid striking against glass.
Jenny couldn’t help herself reacting to the sheer erotic weirdness of all of this, and her pussy suddenly released a sizable gush of sweetness that sprayed across Erica’s jeans. She froze, suddenly remembering that she wasn’t wearing anything below her waist.
Erica chuckled, dexterously lifting her clipboard out of the way to keep it dry, and discreetly rubbed her other palm around a spot on her thigh where Jenny’s squirt had landed. She had heard some of the other girls talking about how wet Jenny and her roommates could be, and if anything they seemed even more so in person. She didn’t want to be rude, however, and besides, weren’t they in the privacy of their own room?
“You are so lucky Jenny, living with the university’s only lactation major!” Erica admired. 
Jenny stared at her. 
“I really am,” she admitted, still dumbfounded.
Erica was grinning widely as she watched small rivers of milk flowing down Kelly’s breasts. 
“I mean, just look at her!” she marveled.
The splashing sound of liquid against glass grew louder in Jenny’s ears, and as she turned back towards its source, she was certain that she saw the sleeping girl’s huge nipples creeping higher on the wall. Kelly’s milky teats were being pushed towards the ceiling as the huge breasts below them swelled inexorably larger. 
Erica seemed to notice this as well, observing a sizable increase in the rate of Kelly’s milky spray.
“Makes sense that you’d have her growing larger. After all, it’s more milk for everyone!” she nodded, sounding impressed. 
Jenny suddenly remembered the two girls in the bedroom. Her eyes widened.
“Hannah! Monica! Stop whatever you’re doing and come here at once!” she yelled.
A long moment passed and no one had emerged from the bedroom. Finally Jenny saw what appeared to be a large nipple emerge through the doorway and suddenly rotate down to the ground. Hannah had flipped head over breast to pitch herself through the doorway into the common room, followed a moment later by Monica successfully repeating the exercise with her even larger chest. Both girls came to kneel upright, side by side, with their legs spread and their huge breasts splayed out before them nearly to chin level.
Monica immediately leaned towards Hannah and began eagerly licking along the top of Hannah’s huge breast. Neither of Hannah’s hands were visible behind her bosom, but Jenny heard a rhythmic *squelch-squelch* and surmised what the blonde was up to.
Erica had barely acknowledged them, instead studying the checklist on her clipboard. She appeared to be closely inspecting Kelly’s huge breasts, testing the firmness in various places and sampling some of the milk dripping down their towering forms.
Jenny turned back to Erica, watching her poking at Kelly’s enormous bosom.
“So, er, what can I do for you, Erica?” she offered, having mostly recovered.
“Sorry Jenny, it’s just a routine lactation inspection,” Erica apologized.
“I’ll just need to take a look at Kelly’s breasts,” she gestured at them with the tip of her pen, then checked a box on her clipboard.
“By the way, I’ve heard a lot of the other girls expressing interest in Kelly’s milk. Do you think you could share with them?” Erica queried, checking another box with a satisfied smile.
Jenny couldn’t help but laugh, releasing a momentary loud guffaw. 
“The more the merrier,” she said gamely.
“Hi Mistress! Oh, hey Erica!” Kelly suddenly said cheerfully, grinning upside-down at them, her head still tilted back over the edge of the desk. 
Kelly was suddenly shifting uncomfortably, trying to grasp and heft her huge breasts, but making no progress; she was immobilized by the weight of her bosom. Jenny realized that the short blonde, still wrestling with her chest in vain, was trying to greet her girlfriend in her own special way.
“I’m so sorry Mistress, I’m just too big to move right now!” Kelly apologized. She was a smaller girl, easily the shortest between the four of them, and Jenny doubted her girlfriend’s outstretched arms could reach even halfway around one of her own huge breasts. 
“I wish that I could move these boobs so I could give you a big kiss!” the short blonde giggled.
This sounded to Jenny like a strange thing for Kelly to say. After all, Kelly was such a tall girl, more so even than Hannah, and she was so toned and subtly muscular. Jenny couldn’t imagine that Kelly should have any trouble moving around at all, even with her chest having grown to such an enormous size.
Kelly easily slid her huge breasts off the wall and spun around, then stood up in front of the desk. The tall blonde would have normally towered over the other two girls barefoot, but now even more so wearing her stilettos. Her breasts were truly immense, extending below her knees and projecting several arm lengths in front of her, topped with hugely erect nipples longer than Jenny’s hands. Their massive forms seemed taut and buoyant, though, and Kelly seemed to have little trouble standing upright. As Jenny stared at her girlfriend’s massive chest, Kelly’s hard nipples seemed to stretch even further and started spraying milk all over her and Erica.
“Oops, sorry for the milky shower, Erica! But you know how my milk just sprays on its own sometimes,” Kelly apologized to the older girl. Erica didn’t seem to mind, marveling quietly to herself and busily licking milk from her hands. 
Kelly grabbed at her huge breasts with her long arms, pulling them apart and stepping towards Jenny in a single expert motion, smiling as her huge chest naturally bounced back together around her girlfriend’s body. She leaned forward and lost herself in a sloppy kiss with Jenny, the smaller girl completely enveloped in her enormous hanging cleavage.
While still kissing her girlfriend, Kelly leaned back and Jenny felt her feet leaving the floor, her weight entirely supported by Kelly’s incredible strength and enormously firm breasts. Kelly was animatedly tonguing Jenny as she paced forward, carrying her mistress in her cleavage, walking past Erica towards her other roommates kneeling by the bedroom door. Two spurting streams of nearly translucent liquid were gushing downwards from underneath Kelly and Jenny, splattering across the floor as the tall girl strutted across the room. A moment later the excess liquids faded away, leaving the floor dry.
Erica tried to busy herself with her inspection, following Kelly around and focusing on her big milky breasts while attempting to ignore the tall girl’s very friendly behavior with her roommates.
Kelly kneeled down in front of Hannah and Monica, smiling at Jenny as she broke their kiss, then twisted her shoulders, leaning her huge breasts sideways and Jenny along with them. She leaned over the huge shelf of Hannah and Monica’s chests and gave a sloppy kiss to each of them in turn. They grinned back at her, eagerly returning her friendly greeting.
Kelly found herself admiring Monica’s huge breasts, and Jenny turned to look as well from her vantage point inside Kelly’s cleavage. Monica suddenly felt herself flushed, extremely turned on from the attention.
“You girls are so big now! Keep that up and you’ll be as huge as me!” Kelly smiled down at them, watching as Monica returned to giving her best effort at licking across Hannah’s enormous breasts. The brunette was making slow progress, though; there was simply so much of Hannah’s flesh to cover. 
Kelly pondered at Monica for a moment, thinking that the girl had been so generous, always seeking to please all of them so selflessly with her mouth. She found herself daydreaming in her aroused haze, watching Monica flush under her glare even as the brunette kept licking across Hannah’s huge chest.
“Monica, I wish you had a super long tongue so you could lick us all much better!” Kelly grinned.
Jenny’s ears perked up at this, again thinking it a very peculiar thing for Kelly to say. Monica’s amazing prehensile tongue had always been extremely long, after all, and that was why Jenny had told her earlier to keep her mouth busy on the other girls. Jenny shrugged, pressing gently at the firm breast on top of her, able to extricate herself from Kelly’s cavernous cleavage as Kelly twisted her shoulders back again to assist her. 
Monica was grinning, fully extending her incredibly long tongue and slathering Hannah’s breasts in great sheets of her saliva. It took but a few quick licks to cover even the extensive surface area of Hannah’s bosom, and Monica seemed satisfied at this, rotating herself in front of Hannah, spreading her legs again, and leaning backwards to slide into her blonde girlfriend’s huge bosom. Hannah, still rubbing at her dripping pussy, suddenly felt Monica’s tongue slither between her fingers and plunge into her wet center.
Hannah yelped with pleasure, and Kelly, Jenny, and Erica suddenly turned to look at her. Monica’s amazing long tongue was expertly caressing her insides, and the added sensations from feeling Monica squirming around in her bosom and sensing the three other girls staring at her was almost too much to bear. She felt the onset of her orgasm, immediately gushing great jets of liquid across Monica’s body and forward out of her cleavage onto Jenny, Erica, and the side of Kelly’s enormous left breast.
Hannah wheezed and sighed as Jenny and Erica turned away from her, feeling herself settling down into an ongoing aroused haze, and still enjoying Monica’s tongue writhing inside her pussy. She lifted one hand from her pussy and encircled her girlfriend’s long tongue with her fingers, gently stroking it even as it continued ravishing her insides.
Erica’s eyes widened as the outer edge of Kelly’s breast suddenly grew towards her. She nodded with satisfaction, ticking another box on her clipboard, and took a large step to the left to avoid a sudden incoming blast of Kelly’s milk.
Jenny stepped over Kelly’s spurting nipples, sensing her long hair immediately soak through with milk but magically drying out again, and walked around the expanse of Kelly’s right breast towards Erica.
“Sorry Erica, what was it you were looking for again?” Jenny queried, feeling herself regaining some measure of confidence.
“Well Jenny, the university’s Department of Lactation takes its research seriously, as you know,” Erica nodded at her.
“And with just one student in the program right now,” she said, gesturing at Kelly, “You can imagine they are keenly interested in her progress!” she grinned.
Kelly had leaned back over Hannah’s huge cleavage and was sharing another sloppy kiss with the other blonde, but she perked up at the mention of her academics and turned back towards Jenny.
“It’s true, they are. But it’s so great being a lactation student!” she exclaimed, then sighed happily.
“I wish that all of you girls were lactating like me, so we could all milk together!” she cooed.
Jenny pondered for a moment why Kelly kept saying things that were obviously true, then shrugged, patting the sides of her own huge milky breasts through her t-shirt. She’d always been milking, after all, just like these other girls, and it made sense that the university would have all five of its lactation majors sharing a room together.
Erica was studying her clipboard again when she suddenly sensed her own leaking milk had started soaking through her thin t-shirt. She frowned, trying to peer over the shelf of her big milky breasts, and confirmed that most of the front of her shirt had darkened with her milk.
Kelly giggled, identifying with Erica’s current plight. After all, she’d had the same challenge herself of leaking milk through her shirts until Jenny told her that she didn’t need to wear clothes anymore.
“Bummer, Erica!” Kelly consoled her. “I wish you didn’t have to wear clothes like us!”
Jenny angrily swung her head back towards Kelly. Why did Kelly keep saying such plainly obvious things, embarrassing her in front of the older girl? Jenny removed her t-shirt to allow her milk to spray more easily, frowning again at Kelly.
“Kelly, everyone knows that Erica is a lactation and nudity double major!” Jenny upbraided her, rolling her eyes.
She turned back to Erica, admiring the girl’s milk leaking from her nipples and running down her nude body. She found herself somewhat envious of the older girl; it must be really nice to not have to wear clothes anywhere.
Erica was determined to carry out her inspection, looking briefly at her clipboard before turning to Jenny. 
“How is your production lately, Jenny?” she queried, arching an eyebrow.
Jenny grinned back at her. Her own milk production had always been excessive thanks in large part to her huge chest, and she thought she was giving a rather impressive demonstration even now, but she still indulged her older roommate.
“Oh, you know these girls, Erica. They always keep me well-milked!’ she said, grabbing her own breasts for emphasis. A sudden sizable milky spray from her nipple didn’t exactly bolster her claim, however. 
“Yes, I see,” said Erica, frowning momentarily. “And how about Hannah and Monica?”
“As you can tell,” Jenny offered, pointing, “They’ve always been quite impressive.”
Monica was still on her back between Hannah’s legs, her legs spread wide as her pussy doused the floor in front of her. Hannah and Monica’s towering breasts were spraying arcs of their milk into the air, raining down on Jenny, Erica, and the vast expanse of Kelly’s chest. 
A dull roar of rushing liquids was audible, and all of the girls found themselves talking loudly to compensate. Kelly’s enormous nipples were dousing the far wall as her pussy gushed across the floor, Hannah and Monica were both squirting from their pussies and sending showers of milk from their nipples, Jenny found her own wet center actively gushing, and even Erica found herself turned on enough by her four roommates for her own milk to start spraying.
Jenny turned back to Kelly for a moment, seeing her blonde girlfriend still kissing Monica on the floor next to her. She had to take care of all three of them, of course, and she found herself wondering how they’d be able to keep up with their coursework.
“Kelly, we’ll need your help next week getting Hannah and Monica to their classes,” she intoned loudly, impressed with herself for thinking ahead.
Kelly chuckled; her girlfriend was always so serious all the time. Couldn’t she relax with them for once?
“Sure thing Jenny, although I wish that you didn’t have to worry about any of that stuff, and we could all just focus on having fun!” she said, turning back to Hannah and giving her a quick peck on the lips.
Jenny thought that Kelly sure was saying a lot of obvious things lately, but it didn’t particularly bother her. In fact, she couldn’t really bring herself to worry about much of anything at all. Everything she needed was provided by her mistress, Erica. This certainly came with some perks as well, and she grinned, reclining into a pillow on the floor.
Monica was sitting next to Jenny on another large pillow, several feet away from the two sophomore girls loudly slurping milk from her huge breasts. Jenny thought Monica must have been enjoying their attention, as the brunette was whimpering with excitement, fully extending her long tongue and lazily licking across the huge spheres of her own breasts.
Nearby on the floor in front of her, Jenny recognized the huge forms of Hannah’s breasts towering into the air. Two athletic-looking girls were leaning gently on Hannah’s chest, grinning as they suckled milk from the blonde’s big nipples.
Jenny looked up to see, descending slowly from above, a trim pair of thighs framing a beautiful nude pussy. She’d have recognized those subtly muscled legs anywhere, and grinned widely, seeing Kelly’s pussy start gushing her juices as if in response to her attention. She let out a short whoop and opened her mouth, trying to swallow all of her girlfriend’s spurting liquids.
She stretched her neck to momentarily avoid Kelly’s incoming squirt all over her face, then peered around for her mistress. She saw Erica reclining nearby in the sunken pillow pit that was their dormitory room, leaning her head back with pleasure as her nipples were sucked by two first-year girls. Jenny recognized the girls drinking Erica’s milk as her next-door neighbors and found herself admiring their lithe forms.
Erica was lovingly patting the heads of the younger girls at her nipples.
“Zara, Haley, that’s enough for now. My, you girls are thirsty this evening!” she chuckled at them as they gave a disappointed whimper and disengaged from her dripping nipples.
“Be a darling and send in the next two girls, would you?” Erica said, smiling at them.
Late into the evening, a line of girls was forming outside their door. They were all thirsty for their regular milky nightcap before bed from the five lactation majors at the end of the hall.
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