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yuyusboyfriend · 8 months

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i’m no writer but i’m always having massive amounts of brainrot so may i offer the idea of professor!yunho and student!reader,, yk, the whole reader can’t focus in class bc prof jeong is just so hot and he catches on but doesn’t do anything about it until they’re actually on the brink of failing the class so he calls them up to his office and then the rest is history

im sorry im a sucker for power imbalances hides back in my corner

Oh my god. Professor Yunho brain rot is so real. THANKS SM ANON FOR THE ASK🫶

Meet me after class.

pairing: professor!yunho × reader

wordcount: 2,6k

warnings: aged up Yunho (late twenties +), reader early 20s, non idol au, afab reader (use of words cunt, clit, pussy - no mentions of chest), dom!Yunho/sub!reader, use of pet names (baby, star, sweetheart, tiny,) use of Sir, cunnilingus (pussy, once again, ate), rough sex, LOTS of praise, yunhos a sweetheart, also a beast iykwim, lmk if theres anything else

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Every single day you attended classes like the exemplary student you are. You've always had decent enough grades, whether you honestly liked the lesson or just crammed the last second before exams; you've never "flopped" as your friends would say. It stayed this way until you started taking classes taught by the most stunning man you'd ever seen in your lifetime, Professor Jeong Yunho. When you walked into class for the first time 30 minutes early to claim your seat, you had already been beaten to the front rows by numerous other students. Weird, you thought, most people flock to the other end of the classroom—until you saw the professor arranging his papers at the front of the small lecture hall.

You stood frozen on the steps, staring at the older man. His obsidian-black hair fell just above his eyes, moving against his batting eyelashes as he concentrated on whatever he was reading at his desk. His discarded blazer is on the back of his chair, giving you a full view of his toned back and rounded shoulders in his white dress shirt. You're pretty sure your underwear was already ruined once you looked at his rolled-up sleeves, seeing his muscled forearms tensing while he fiddled with his silver rings. You felt relieved seeing no wedding ring though.

His dark eyes scanned the class as he noticed more students flooding through the lecture room doorway, pausing once they landed on your awestruck figure. His deep gaze was what finally broke you out of your trance, forcing your legs to start walking towards your seat, as near to the front desk as you could get. You made a mental note to arrive earlier next time, even if you had to sit between 20 other thirsty students trying to get time with the professor.

You found that Jeong Yunho's class wasn't impossible (on top of his good-looking self, he was a profoundly competent teacher), but it also wasn't for the weak who only came to eye up the man teaching. That being said, the class dropped from seventy-odd students to 40 in the first few months, and the way your grades were going, you were next in line.

Every class, Professor Yunho would drag his eyes over your form as you tapped away on your laptop, making your stomach quiver and your head dazed. As more students left, he gave the remaining more attention, walking around to see if anyone needed help.

"Y/n? How's your work going?" he spoke over your shoulder just above a whisper to not distract anyone else in your area. His knuckles brushed against your back accidentally while gripping your chair, sending involuntary shivers across your body. You begged the man hadn't noticed how your body reacted to him just being in your vicinity for your self-preservation. He had. He always sensed your gaze on him while he was teaching; you weren't very secretive about it either, seeing as everyone else was looking down, typing out his words.

"It's- I'm good! I mean the work, not me. It's fine." You stumbled over your words, scared to see his expression at the fool you just made of yourself. You were stunned to see the corners of his mouth turned upwards, slightly eyes soft looking back at you. A simple smile from him managed to rip the air from your lungs so effortlessly.

In the short months that he had been your teacher, you became infatuated with the man. When you weren't in his classes, all you could think about was him. You wondered what he had for breakfast, what he was wearing today—although, not much was left to the imagination as your friends snapped pictures of him crossing campus and sent them to you. It annoyed you that they would do it without his consent, yet you still saved every photo to the locked collection on your phone. Not to mention your dreams lately; God, as if your mind wasn't a powerful enough tool to daydream with, your dreams went above and beyond; You'd wake up and need to hop in the shower from the mess you had made in your sleeping state.

The current reoccurring dream was you bent over his desk, his hand on the back of your neck and his hips ramming into yours. He grunted as he kept up his relentless pace. You found yourself almost drooling at the reminiscence of it again, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. You sat in the campus café, trying to refine your most recent assignment for his class; Your grade in his class was still at rock bottom—just then the little bell above the door signalled the arrival of another customer.

Oh. Professor Jeong Yunho strode through the door, his jacket in his arm and a backpack strap on his shoulder. He carried on to the counter ordering "the usual" and sat at a table near the window. The outside light framed his face perfectly as he watched people pass by, sipping on his cold coffee before pulling out a small stack of papers to mark. You had forgotten why you were even there until some people stood in front of your line of vision, forcing you to redirect your gaze. Fuck, the assignment you thought knowing it was due in 20 minutes, indicated by the sight of Yunho walking out of the door, not before nodding at the baristas- and you. His eyes did a quick scan of you before he walked away in the direction of your next class.

You had barely managed to finish it and make it to class on time, knowing you had hardly gone over your writing to check for errors.

"Y/n, Could you meet me after class in my office? I would like to discuss your current grades." His deep tone made you nearly fall out of your seat; you were so concentrated on your thoughts on how good he looked today, that you hadn't noticed him approaching you. You felt your stomach sink at his serious expression. Had you gotten too distracted by the gorgeous man, so badly that you were getting kicked out of his lectures? He walked away to start the lesson before you had a chance to even ask for specifics. This was going to be a long few hours.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" you looked at the man sitting at his desk, like a king on his throne. Even now, you could only think about how fine Yunho looked with his tie slightly loosened and sleeves rolled up showing off his biteable forearms. The way his long fingers tapped on his desk as he looked over at your form standing in his office door frame.

"Yes, close the door behind you and take a seat, please." Your heart raced as you sat across him meeting his gaze once again. "So your grades have been pretty low all semester y/n, but now it's reaching a point where you're going to fail if you carry on." He paused to stand up, before continuing," I've spoken to your other professors and checked your files, You've always had good grades, so what's got you so distracted in my class, hm?" he leans against the desk, the same side as you now and tilts his head. What do you even say? Sorry teach I'm so horny for you please do me against every surface in this room?

"I- I'm not sure, I'll get onto it though sir and-" You feel his presence step closer to you.

"You're not sure, are you? That's interesting, because I'm pretty sure I know what's got your little head so busy, so I'll ask again. What's got you so distracted, sweetheart?" He towers over you staring deep into your soul, feeling as though he can see every dirty thought flying around your brain. He brings his large hand down to your face, softly gripping your chin to stop you from averting your gaze again.

"...You." You whisper under your breath, opting to close your eyes, so you don't have to face him.

"Quick learner." Was the last thing he said before he pushed his face forward to meet your lips. As soon as you registered what was happening, you stood up and deepened the kiss you had been so desperate for. He gripped your hips and shoved you against the desk as his tongue swiped along your lip demanding access. Your breathing had become heavy and unstable, not feeling all that attached to oxygen now that you were attached to Yunho's soft lips. He broke the kiss to swipe his pen holders and a couple of papers off of his desk to replace them with your ass. Truthfully, Yunho had already packed all of his belongings away for the day, hoping that this would be the outcome of your visit.

You rutted against his body, back arching to get friction anywhere as he started toying with the waistband of your clothes, not pulling them down yet. "What do you need tiny? You need my cock? My fingers? My tongue? Tell me what you need baby." His voice had dropped into the sexiest, deepest tone; you could feel it in your body as he held himself against you.

"All. Everything." You huff out, still trying to gain friction on his forming bulge.

"I need to know more than that my star, tell me what you've been fantasising about while I've been teaching you." He's known what you've been thinking about for a while, you realise, making you feel even hotter in his grip.

"I… I thought about sitting under your desk, sucking you off while you try to teach the class, and you bending me over your desk as punishment…" You weren't able to stop the words falling out of your mouth along with heavy breaths as he pressed light kisses down your neck, groping your thighs and hips as you spoke.

"Such an obedient student, hm? Now I'm going to fuck you with my tongue, and if you're good, I might let you come on my fingers. How's that sound, baby?" you moan at his words, nodding your head frantically.

"Words." He sternly whispered on your neck, halting all of his movements.

"Please Yunho- sir", He shivered at you saying his name so needily and lifted your hips to pull off your trousers and underwear, stuffing the underwear in his pocket before dropping to his knees between your legs.

"Am I getting those back- ngh!" A moan ripped out of you before you could even finish what you were saying as he licked a stripe across your weeping cunt till he reached your clit. The feeling had you bucking your hips into his face, but he held your thighs in a tight vice, fingertips gripping into your soft flesh. He groaned as he ate you out, mouth working its magic as he brought you closer to relief. The way he flicked his tongue against you had you grasping his soft hair. You had been so desperate to do that since you first saw him; it was just as nice as you had imagined.

"You're so good for me," the heat of his words hitting your thigh as it kissed it, before bringing his index finger to your hole and filling you. You gasped at the intrusion, unable to concentrate on the sensations as he went back to sucking your over-sensitive clit, moans spilling out of your throat.

"Sir please let me cum- I can't-" you stuttered as he slipped another finger in and sped up his pace, realising you wouldn't have to ask twice for your approaching release. He felt your hole clench around his long fingers as you rode them through your orgasm. Yunho watched your fucked out face as he licked your overstimulated pussy once more, before pulling the zipper on his slacks down and fishing a condom out of his pocket. You sat up to help him pull his dick out of his boxers, him letting out a small whimper as you ripped the condom packet with your teeth and slid it down his hard-on painfully slow, earning a pinch on your thigh. God, he looked delicious like this; Hair dishevelled, trousers just pulled down only enough to have his cock out, his tie loosened and top buttons undone, soft tummy peeking out of the ridden-up shirt as he looked down at you through his lashes. You promised to never forget this arousing image when he taught you next.

"You ready my baby? Gonna fill you so well…" He lined up his hips before stuffing you with his thick length; the ache turning into immense pleasure within seconds. He let you adjust to his size once he had bottomed out, rocking into your pussy when you gave him the green light. You were on cloud nine the way he stretched you and dragged his cock against your G-spot immediately.

"Fuck you fit me so well, baby, so good for my cock. Wanna fuck your tight little cunt every day." He bit your ear lobe as he relentlessly impaled you on him over and over while you cried into his neck in pleasure. He had a way of pounding his hips so delectably it made you feel as though you could pass out from the way he pressed into you.

"Say my name sweetheart, say my name while I claim your desperate pussy, hm? Can you do that for me?"

"Fuck Yunho please keep—please harder."

He laughed at your weak voice, "You don't even know what you want, so obedient for me though- fuck," Yunho muttered as his thrusts became more frantic. He knew you were both close as you chanted his name into his shoulder, fingernails digging into his back. Yunho reached down to stroke your clit with the rough pad of his thumb tightening the knot in your stomach, still sensitive from the first orgasm.

"Yunho, please I'm gonna come-"

"Come for me baby, you can do it, cum on my cock" He slammed into your cunt a few more times before he stilled deep in you, your pussy clenching around him in sync. He stammered out more praises and sweet words as you came down from your high with him still in you.

He pulled out carefully as you leaned against his body with all your weight, not having the strength to hold yourself up anymore, and tied the condom, putting it in the trash.

"You doing alright, tiny? Sorry for going so rough on you, you did so well for me." Yunho asked in concern as he cleaned you up and picked up your trousers, still not returning your underwear. You looked into his sweet eyes, before reaching up to the nape of his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. His mouth still had traces of your arousal lingering, tasting sweet as he kissed you gently like you would break as easy as porcelain. Ironic.

"I'm good, Yunho- sorry, sir…" You weren't sure where the two of you stood after that, office yet to rid of the smell of arousal circling the room.

"Please, call me Yunho... Now, are you going to start focusing in my classes and stop eye fucking me every lesson, or do you need more… private lessons?"

You were pretty sure you were going to end the year with A++ with his special help.

OMGGGGG I melted while writing this bro, I hadn't ever planned on writing Dom!ateez bc I'm just a sucker for them as subs but this. This will not be the last.

Also thank you for 69 followers that's so funny 😭😭😭

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stanfanfiction · 9 months

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART THREE

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

For anyone who might want to skip the panic attacks/trauma response bit of the story and just enjoy all the smut (which I absolutely understand and would absolutely lose my mind if someone unintentionally got triggered by my story), I have put 🫶s all along the top and the bottom of the section of the story. So it’s super easy to just skip that entire section and enjoy what you had originally come for :)

Warnings: 18+ / V1rgin Ken / slow burn / smut smut smut/ losing virginity / P! In v! / oral (m! Receiving) / fluff / angst / mental health/ panic attack / purse-snatching incident / hard day for the reader / caretaking Ken / shower play / trauma response / ball touching & sucking / size k!nkk / praise K!nk

You hopped in your classmate’s car, slamming the door shut, attempting you not look like you just ravaged by a living doll inside your house.

You classmate saw through your bullshit immediately. Zoey leaned her head back and laughed out loud, and you looked at her, knowing your ruse was up, and laughed, too.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked.

Zoey pulled down the passenger seat visor mirror and opened it for you. That’s when you saw how flushed you were AND the giant hickey forming where your neck and shoulder met. “OH FUCK.”

Zoey laughed again, putting her purse in your lap. “Glad you know you’re having a good time again,” she winked. “My concealer should be in one of my purse pockets.”

You found it and started dabbing it onto the bruise.

“So who’s the blonde?” Zoey asked, nodding towards your condo. You turned to look and saw Ken staring out the window, smiling, waving at you. Oh god.

You smiled and waved back. “Go, please, go now. He’ll come out and want to talk if you don’t.”

Zoey stepped on the gas and you watched Ken disappear in the side view mirror.

“Tell me about your new man,” Zoey coaxed.

“Later,” you giggled. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Mmm, fiinnee,” Zoey exaggerated.

🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 (Beginning of trauma response section)

Class was easy but also torturous. You aced your exam and were out of the classroom within half an hour, and stopped for another coffee at the campus cafe on your way to your next class. You wanted to be back with Ken. You hated how fast he had turned your world upside down, especially dealing with the aftermath of a really scary relationship that you were still slowly working to heal from. You had been in the midst of a mental collapse when Ken showed up in your life. You now wondered how much of an unconscious decision inviting him into your home had been about possibly just not living alone so you felt a bit more safe.

You got through your next class decently easily, considering how boring the lectures were in this one, but kept spacing out for some reason today. Your memories with your ex kept ravaging your mind despite how hard you fought them, and it was difficult to focus on taking class notes. The professor called on you to answer a question and, despite feeling like you knew it, answered incorrectly, and that got into your head, making you feel even worse about, well, everything at the moment. You were so grateful when the professor announced everyone could leave and reminded when next week’s homework assignments were due.

Zoey texted that she had a family emergency and wasn’t able to drive you home as you left the classroom. You sent her your best and told her to let you know how you could help when she needed it. You decided to take the bus, which didn’t drop you off super close to your condo, but it was closer than walking from campus. The bus took ages, as there was a huge traffic jam on the road leading up to the bus stop. When you finally managed to get to the station near your house and got off, a masked man jumped out from around the corner of the building you were walking around with a knife and started ordering you to throw him your bag, approaching you swiftly. You screamed, whipping the heavy book bag into the criminal’s face as hard as you could before turning on your heel and sprinting away. The criminal was knocked down by how hard you had managed to hit him, and thankfully your scream alerted an couple other passerby’s and they started yelling at the guy, who stood as fast as he could and ran in the opposite direction. Once you knew he was definitely out of sight, you slowed your pace a little, finally at the last crosswalk that separated you from your home.

It had rained while you were in class, and as you were able to cross the street, a car zoomed by way over the speed limit and you got doused with a muddy puddle. You stared ahead in disbelief, but grit you teeth and began to walk home a little faster. You hadn’t had a panic attack in awhile, and didn’t want to involve Ken in any of the shit you were suddenly battling again in your head, AND after having just a kinda stupid day. You calmed your breathing as you approached your home, wanting to just shower in peace and hopefully calm down and not worry about anything the rest of the day.

You entered your condo dirty and exhausted. Ken was in the doorway, grinning, like he had been standing there all day. You looked up through wet eyelashes at him to see his demeanor change instantly, walking towards you.

“What happened?” He was so concerned. His hands danced around, trying to figure out what to do, reaching for your book bag then retreating his hand.

“I just….hmmm,” you worked hard to keep your composure. You didn’t want to break down in front of him. “I just need to shower, and, uh, then we can….whatever…”

He heard the defeat in your voice, and he looked so concerned. “How do I help?”

You smiled a little. “There’s nothing you can do, Ken. Just one of those days.” You patted his arm. “I’ll be fine, just need a bit.”

“Oh, okay,” Ken paused, glancing towards the bedroom. “Uh, so, I need you to close your eyes when walking to the bathroom.”

You eyed him. “Why, Ken?”

He seemed distressed. “You’ll see, but later. Can I cover your eyes?”

You were too tired to play games, even though he was being sincere. “I’ll just close my eyes, you can guide me to the bathroom.”

Ken nodded, looking determined. You closed your eyes, offering him your wet hand, and he slowly helped you get into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you.

“I can open my eyes now?”

“Yes.”

He stared at you, sad, looking helpless.

“Can I help you get these off?” He reached for your wet clothes.

You gently stopped his hand. “I’m good, Ken. Thank you. I just need a moment alone.”

He looked a little crushed, but nodded, still learning how to navigate this new emotion coming from you.

“Okay, y/n. I’m, uh, I’ll be just outside the door if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Ken.”

You peeled off your wet clothes we he closed the door, shivering from feeling so cold. You turned the shower on to hot, leaning your hands onto the sink counter as you breathed intentionally, still trying not to cry. You needed to cry but felt scared too, but for whatever reason you weren’t sure why. You walked into the hot shower, focusing on enjoying its warmth and began to lather the dirty off of yourself, shampooing your hair, staring towards the floor the whole time.

When you were finally clean, you leaned your head into the wall, slowly allowing yourself to finally leak some tears. Your head spun, and then the sobs came quick and hard. You sank down onto the tile floor, your body heaving, and your wrapped your arms around your legs, hugging yourself as you experienced your release.

You heard the shower door open. Ken stood there, naked, and walked into the shower with you, closing the door. You stared up at him with bloodshot eyes, trembling lips, the shower water falling over your figure. You could see him racking his brain on what to do.

He sat down beside you, the side of frame gently touching your own, as the shower wasn’t big enough to allow you enough space to not be in bodily contact. He copied your stance of hugging your legs, and looked down at the floor.

“I’m not sure what is wrong, but I didn’t want you to be alone.” His voice echoed softly in the tiled room.

You felt safe. It was sudden, it was amazing, and it made your heart ache even more somehow. Shame racked your entire being and you began to sob again, Ken sitting quietly next to you, and his silent company somehow made it easier to experience your pain.

He allowed you as much time as you needed, and when you began to calm down a little, exhausted more than ever, you covered your face with your hands, mortified. You felt Ken’s hand gently touch your forearm.

“What’s wrong?” He asked so tenderly it made you want to cry again.

You shook your head. “I…can’t…”

He waited patiently for you to finish.

“I’m sorry, I can’t talk about it right now,” you said between shaky breaths.

Ken nodded. “That’s okay.” He paused, before asking, “I just want to make sure it’s not something I did to you.”

You looked up at him now, his beautiful face gazing down at yours. You shook your head. “No, Ken. You have only been wonderful to me.”

His anxiety relaxed, and he nodded again. “Whatever it is, I will keep you safe.”

You had no idea why he said that, but maybe somehow his intuition was way more evolved than you realized. A few more tears ran down your face. “Thank you, Ken.”

“I want to help.”

“You are helping.” You sniffed and leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing his calming presence to relax you a little.

🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 (End of trauma response section)

Ken looked over and saw the bruise he had left on your shoulder area earlier that day. He looked alarmed. “Who did this to you?”

You laughed now, and he startled at that. “You did. When you suck too hard sometimes, you can bruise my skin. We call them hickeys.”

Ken stared. “I…didn’t mean -“

“I know,” you wrapped your arms around his. “It doesn’t hurt, I just have to cover it up when I’m out. Well, I guess I choose to cover it up.”

“Why?”

“It’s kind of an indication that I’m having sex with someone.”

Ken looked confused. “Is that a bad? That people would know?”

You paused, thinking. “I suppose not? It’s just not something a lot of people want others to randomly know, I guess. Hickeys can also be seen as marks of ownership.”

“Ownership?”

“Yeah, like a kink thing. Kind of a, I’ll leave a hickey on you because I want others to know you’re mine.”

Ken’s wheels were spinning. “Kink thing…”

“I’ll explain kinks later, if that’s alright.” You put your chin on his shoulder now, looking up at him.

“Uhh, so, people will see your hickey and assume you are,” he lowered his voice, “mine?”

“Well, not specifically ‘yours,’ as they don’t know who you are, but it could be seen as an indication that someone marks me as a means of calling me their own.”

“Ah.” Ken was working hard to appear nonchalant, but you definitely noticed him processing that information.

Your exhausted state of mind was causing your body to slowly come down from the day, and being this close to Ken, feeling he sensitive he was to wanting to understand you and the world around him was such an easy turn-on. You reached a hand over and placed it on his chest. His pecs swelled when he in-took a sharp breath at your touch.

“You’re so kind to me. Can I return the favor?” You traced your finger down his sternum. A small moan grew from the back of his throat

“You’re sure?” He asked, although suddenly struggling to keep his composure. You LOVED how easily he was turned on by you.

“Mmmhmm. Want to make you feel good.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“What would you like *me* to do?” You repeated back to him, your hand now reaching for his cock, which was already hardening.

“I…don’t…if you are tired -“

“I’m not too tired for you.” You kneeled, turning his face in your hands. “Let me take care of you, my sweet boy.”

That did it. In one swift movement, Ken stood up, bringing you up with him into a standing position. He pressed you into the shower wall, the slight sting of the cold tile awakening all of your senses.

“Gonna make you wet for me,” he said, hooking one of your legs around his waist and holding it there as his now fully hardened cock began rubbing in-between your folds. You moaned loudly at the sparks that exploded in your abdomen.

He reached around with his other hand to grab your butt and you giggled a little when you realized this was his first time really touching you there. He discovered that he could maneuver your hips to move in rhythm with his own this way, and he moaned in awe as he watching your two bodies move together.

His breathing was becoming louder now.

“What do you want, Ken?”

“Just want you,” he shuddered, rubbing into you harder now. You moaned loudly at the way his cock was beautifully massaging your clit. “Just so desperate for you.”

You put your hands on his chest. “Why don’t we take this to bed?” You asked, wanting to be able to pleasure him while he relaxed.

Ken shook his head at first. “Need you now,” he said, hips beginning to buck a little faster, then he slowed his pace, remembering something. “Ohhh, oh yeah. Yes.” He stopped his movement. “Okay, yeah we should go to the bed.”

You cocked your head trying to figure out his change of mind when you recalled he had asked you to close your eyes on the way to the bathroom.

Ken turned off the shower water and stepped out, wrapping you in a towel first so you would stay warm. He hurriedly dried himself off and then tried to help you, which made you laugh, as he only got in the way, but your laugh made him smile, and that felt good to see.

“Okay,” he said, reaching for your hand but then pulling back.

“What’s with the sudden shyness?” You asked.

“Just want you to be happy.”

“I’ll be happy. Can I see now?”

He nodded, then reached back for your hand, which you accepted. He opened the bathroom door and you stepped into the bedroom, and your heart melted.

Ken had put candles on the bedside tables, different colors, all lit, and the bed was covered in fresh rose petals. You looked at him.

“You did this?”

He grinned, pleased to see you liked it. “Yeah. I found this app thing called Pin Interest and uh, looked up things girls like, and I found a picture of something like this. I didn’t know what color you liked best so I got all the colors I could find,” he said, indicating the candles.

You giggled, wanting to correct him that the app was called “Pintrest,” but decided it didn’t really matter. “You went and got all this?”

“Yeah, I took the cash you left for me and went shopping. Although,” he looked confused again, “three different people gave me their phone numbers on the way there and back. I’m not sure what to do with them? Am I supposed to call them about something?”

“Forget the numbers, Ken.” You laughed, and pulled him towards the bed. “Okay, lay down.”

Ken shook his head, and picked you up bridal style. He got onto the bed and placed you in front of him so your back was pressed against his chest and torso, and he reached for a cup on the bedside table.

“You always make this when you seem stressed after class, so I made you some when you got into the shower.” He handed you a cup of your favorite hot tea with a sliver of lemon, just the way you always made it. Had he paid this close attention to you?

You felt like crying again. No one had ever thought about caring for you this way. He wrapped his arms around your waist contentedly as you took a sip.

“It’s perfect, Ken.” You smiled up at him, eyes teary. “*You’re* perfect.”

He looked so happy at you, and reached forward towards your cup. “I just want you to feel loved.” He felt like a wall behind you, secure as you leaned fully back into him, and he rested his chin softly onto your hickey.

“I do,” you wanted to say, but something in you chocked the words down. Instead, you turned to kiss him, and he kissed you back. His kisses were so wonderfully warm and soft. When you two pulled apart, he reached a hand near your cup.

“May I?” He asked.

You didn’t know what he was asking to do but you nodded anyway, and he dipped two fingers into the tea, stirring them around in it for a moment before bringing them up to your lips. Ahhhh, he discovered he really liked his fingers in your mouth. You took them between your lips and sucked on them while Ken watched as his pupils dilated. You licked them for a moment before letting them free, and he looked like he was in a daze.

“Remember how my mouth felt on your cock?’

He nodded, silent.

“Would you like me to do that again?”

“I do. Been thinking about it all day.”

“You’re so patient, you deserve to be rewarded.”

Ken made a soft sound at that, and you decided you’d have to keep praising him the rest of the night, he was so hot when he reacted to it.

You reached over to set your tea down, Ken loosening his grip on you just enough to do so, then tightening it again. You pushed at his arms.

“I need to get up so I can pleasure you,” you purred.

“MMhmm. In a little while.”

You gasped when he hooked his legs underneath yours, ankles wrapping around yours, and opening your legs for him.

“Ken, it’s your turn, remember?”

“Gotta make you wet first,” Ken his fingers back into your mouth, and you knew this was already becoming addictive to him.

“Ken, I promise you, I’m plenty wet,” you said when he pulled his fingers out a moment later.

Ken shook his head. “Don’t want to hurt you,” and with your saliva on his fingers, he began running his fingers up and down your vulva, from opening to clit.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, and if your eyes had been open you would have seen him gazing adoringly at you. His fingers teased your entrance, dipping in only the tiniest bit before circling it and then going back up to rub on your clit.

“Ken, please,” you begged, your legs shaking a little. “Please let me just pleasure you. I need to. I need to right now.”

“Later.” He pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them right as he entered, and immediately hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out.

“Ken, Ken, Ken…” his name on your lips like a prayer. He was hypnotized by you. You squeezed hard around his fingers as he sped up the pace, holding you in place with his legs. Fucking hell if he wasn’t a virgin you would force him down, ride his face until you collapsed, and then make him fuck you until you lost control over all rhyme and reason.

“Fuck you until you lose what?”

His voice startled you but you couldn’t be bothered to full re-enter reality with the way he was touching you. “What?”

“You were mumbling.”

Oh fuck you couldn’t even trust your thoughts to yourself. You needed to gain back control which would take great difficulty as he swirled his fingers inside you, deeper, feeling every crevice he could find.

“Need you to stop,” you gasped. “Please.”

“Why?” He asked, slowing his pace the tiniest bit.

“Because I want to orgasm on your cock.”

He stopped then and you opened your eyes, watching him contemplate how that would feel.

“The way you squeeze and spasm around my fingers…”

“Yes,” you reached behind you and gripped his throbbing member in your hand, “but around here instead.”

He finally decided to listen and slowly removed his fingers from you. You decided to make him happy and sucked your juices from his fingers, and he shuddered again watching his digits disappear into your mouth. You released them, then looked up at him firmly.

“Now lay back like a good Ken.”

His eyes glazed over a little and he immediately complied, laying down, the rose petals on the bed moving around the two of you as you straddled his hips.

“What would you like first, sweet Ken?”

“Anything you’ll do to me,” he choked out as you rubbed your wet vulva over his cock and ran your fingers down his lower abs, those fucking perfect muscles flexing in time with his spasms.

“Good Ken.” You leaned down and, continuing your slow rubbing on his cock, kissed from his lips, down his neck, to his chest which was heaving with heavy breaths. You smirked at him as the tip of your tongue traced one of his nipples. He grabbed your hips and bucked into you, and you smiled now as you began licking and gently biting him there.

“Ohh! I can’t..fuck, y/n, what….this feels so…” he groaned when you left his nipple for a moment to suck hard on the area of his peck above it, using teeth and staring up at him as he watched you mark him. When you pulled back, the small bruise was already beginning to form, and his eyes shone at you. You realized then maybe marking him for fun might not have been the *best* idea, since he had reacted the strongest to the idea that a hickey represented someone claiming someone else….but you decided you’d figure that out later.

You continued down his abs, licking up and down and he gripped your hair tightly when you reached down to hold his balls.

“Y/N!” He cried, his entire body shaking a little.

“You’re doing so good, Ken. Taking everything I’m giving you so well. You’re handling it all so, so well.”

He regained a little confidence at that but lost everything again when you took his member into your mouth, sucking hard at the tip before lowering your mouth as far to his base as you could. He trembled and made the most wonderful noises you had ever heard, your free hand firmly gripping his base and moving in time with your mouth.

“It’s…..ahhhh! It’s too much,” he gasped shakily, and you paused softly, removing your mouth from him, and climbing back up onto his hips.

“Are you okay, sweet boy? Is it hurting you?”

He stared up at you, and he looked so innocent, so overwhelmed. “I’m trying,” he promised.

“You don’t have to try. This is supposed to feel good.”

“It *does* feel good.” It seemed he wasn’t gaining back any control of his body despite the break from you pleasuring him, and he began to tremble. You took his lips in yours, intentionally moaning into his mouth, and he kissed you back so hard, with so much love, you swear you felt it full your entire being.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he whispered, face flushed.

“Why on earth would you disappoint me?” You asked, brushing back a hair from his forehead. He looked so emotional, and then you understood. You had been intimidated and felt oddly shameful and sad your first time, too. You just hadn’t thought that a man could feel the same way, at least it hadn’t crossed your mind until now.

“Everything you are feeling,” you said softly, Ken hanging on your every word, “is normal. But there’s no reason to feel bad about any of this. You’re safe. All of you, all of this, it’s beautiful. It’s special.”

He stared at you, so much trust in his eyes.

“Would you like me to keep going? Or should we stop for awhile?”

He shook his head, running his fingers up and down your back, giving you such a lovely shiver.

“I want everything. I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, small, but certain. “Please.”

You smiled at him. You promised yourself you’d be gentle, and you would. You wanted to make this beyond amazing for him. You held his cock, huge in your hand, and thought for a second about how maybe you should have let him finger you a bit longer to stretch you open, but you would definitely make do. You lined him up underneath you, and placed his hands on your hips.

“I know it’s your first time, but I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” you stated. Ken had no idea what you were talking about but assumed since you were the one saying it that he would love it.

His eyes grew wide as you achingly slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, and his hands gripped your hips so tightly you knew you’d have fresh bruises when this was over. That made you feel so turned on that you lowered yourself further, keeping your eyes on Ken, making sure he was alright with everything as it was happening. He cried out when you fully bottomed out onto his cock, and you moaned loudly as how long and thick he was. You definitely *were* in pain, but FUCK if it wasn’t so incredible and you were soaking up every moment of it.

“You okay, my sweet boy? Are you taking all of this like a good Ken?” You lifted yourself back up, almost letting him fully out of you before lowering yourself back down, having you balance yourself with your hands on his chest because he was causing you so much pleasure but still adjusting to his size. Ken’s head rolled back into the pillows, shuddering, hips twitching underneath you.

You were going to fuck him out of his mind. You began moving a little faster and he spit out the most incredible noises and half-coherent words.

“You are so….ah…bea - I ohhh….tight…you’re so TIGHT…I’m…so good…y/n…it’s, ahh, please, please…”

Your hips moved faster once you were physically able to stand his size, and you panted, focusing on keeping a steady pace as his whole body writhed underneath you.

“Mmmm, you fuck me so well,” you gasped, and he opened his eyes - those gorgeous, blue, being fucked-out-of-his-mind eyes - and looked so proud and happy that he was able to make you feel this good. The fact that he was still so focused on your pleasure when he was literally experiencing intercourse for the first time made you even hotter, and you began bouncing up and down on his cock.

He yelled out in surprise, hands shaking, and you removed them from your hips to your breasts, which he took between his strong fingers and squeezed, your head falling back and you letting out breathy moans.

Ken started getting close to his climax and you could tell, he was becoming even less coherent, and his hands moved around on you, trying to find somewhere to grip but not knowing where to land. You realized he looked a little scared. You leaned forward but didn’t stop your pace while you fucked him.

“Are you okay, my Ken?”

He didn’t answer, just took both of your wrists in his hands. You slowed your pace now, and placed both of your hands on his face. As always, he relaxed a little, his face brightening, and he leaned his cheek into one of your palms.

“Can you help me finish you like this?” He closed his eyes, taking in your scent as your hair fell a little into his face, but he nodded. “Can you put your feet on the bed, bend your knees?”

He complied, and now his cock was buried *deeep* inside of you, both of you moaning loudly in unison.

You kept your hands on his face. “Are you ready, sweet Ken? My good Ken?”

He opened his eyes, completely lost in you.

“Yes, please,” he whispered. You began riding him again and shuddered so hard he had to grip your hips to balance you. He was so fucking deep from this angle you swore he might hit your cervix.

“I’ve got you,” you soothed as you regained some composure and got back into a steady pace. Ken was panting now, every muscle tensed and fucking fuck he was so goddamn strong and chiseled and flawless. He almost yelped when you took a hand back to reach down and press into a spot directly above his cock. You had learned this from a sex magazine ages ago, about how men had a special little “g spot” too to a degree in their groin area there, but had never tried it. Apparently the magazine was telling the truth because Ken seemed to lose all control after that.

He bucked up into you, hard, and you screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, chanting his name over and over again as you swore your voice would become hoarse from how loud you were having to be to release some of this internal pressure. You felt surrounded by him - his body, his energy, the smell of the rose petals around the two of you mixing with his scent. You were in heaven.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm hit hard, washing over and over and over again, and if you had been looking you would have seen Ken smiling up at you right before he lost all control himself - feeling you squeeze and spasm around him, hearing you yelling his name over and over again, watching you experience intense pleasure because of him, while on top of him, with him inside you. You were beautiful, so beautiful. He fucked into you fast and hard, chasing his orgasm that exploded his entire being into fireworks, his vision seeing stars as he lost any idea of how he was moving or what was happening around him, only that he felt SO so amazing, and that you were there with him. He sobbed your name as he rode out his pleasure, his body going limp the moment he was through.

You both worked to catch your breath, eyes focusing on each other, and you smiled, exhausted, down at him. He smiled back, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. You were so thankful he didn’t seem scared or embarrassed by it, because you knew that it meant he felt safe.

He whines, visibly unhappy, when you pulled yourself off of him. You laid down next to him on your side, facing him, your body spent. He turned on his side, too, and hooked your leg around his waist, then wrapped his arm around your torso, holding you close. He thrust back up into you completely . You yelped, grasping his strong arm in shock.

“Wanna stay here,” he mumbles, trying to look dominant but his expression being obvious that he was hoping you wouldn’t make him leave. To prove his point, he pushed himself impossibly deeper into you ever so softly, but now it was your turn to see stars, and you felt like you would cry now.

“Please, Ken,” you begged. “I’m really tender right now.”

“I know,” he said, barely moving his hips but still stroking his still rock-hard cock in and out. Goosebumps covered your flesh.

“How are you still able to do this??” Tears actually begun forming now. Your body was telling you it couldn’t take any more but somehow it was, and you couldn’t seem to manage to make yourself push him away no matter how loud you yelled at your body to do so.

“Am I not supposed to be able to do this?” He asked genuinely.

“Most men can’t…ahhhhh…” you faltered, your head falling into his chest as his cock rubbed every inch of the top of your opening, your g-spot getting perfectly stimulated with the rest of your muscle tightening around him.

“Most men can’t what?”

“Do this again so soon,” you choked.

“Mmmmm.” He acknowledged his understanding, then placed a kiss on your forehead. “But I’m not most men.”

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shadowtriovibes · 11 months

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Hi! I absolutely love your fics! I have a little request/idea. Sebastian finds out that MC has a little crush on professor sharp and all of a sudden can’t stand his favorite professor. (His small crush on professor garlick is totally different and super justified)

jealousy, you got me somehow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Sebastian finds out about your little crush on a certain Potions master and all of a sudden can’t stand the man. (His small crush on Professor Garlick is, of course totally different and super justified.)

“You’re sure you won’t become too affected by Sharp’s dulcet tones and neglect something important?” he asks with a smirk. Annoyed, you huff and abandon your notes at your side. “You’ve been waiting several days to bring this up again,” you grumble. “I should’ve known I wasn’t safe.”

Sebastian first finds out about your little preoccupation when he innocently stumbles upon you studying with a group of your fellow Slytherin girls in a quiet corner of the library. Or at least, it was quiet until Nerida Roberts had started to derail your entirely legitimate conversation about the uses of Dittany for an upcoming Potions exam by bringing up Professor Sharp himself.

“He’s just so handsome,” she sighs dreamily. “How am I supposed to focus on what’s going on in my cauldron when he’s standing right across the room looking all brooding and roguish?”

Violet McDowell giggles and adds, “I could listen to him talk all afternoon and I wouldn’t learn a single thing!”

“I suppose that’s why so many seventh-year girls are still taking Potions even if they don’t need it for their N.E.W.T.s,” you murmur.

“Can you blame us?” Violet sighs. “You must admit, he’s quite nice to look at.”

“Of course I think he’s handsome,” you say with a scoff. “Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I can’t see the man.”

As if on cue, Sebastian comes around the corner carrying a large stack of books on defensive magic and spots the three of you huddled around your Potions notes.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he says with an easy smile.

Sebastian sets his books on the edge of the table and leans down next to you to steal a chaste kiss while he can. He’s seen relatively little of you this week while you both prepare for exams in classes the other doesn’t have, so not even your late-night study sessions have overlapped.

“Speak of the devil,” Nerida teases.

“Shh!” you whisper. “Enough now.”

“Not keeping secrets from me, are you?” Sebastian asks teasingly as he snags one of the empty seats.

“Of course not,” you demur. “By the way, have you got my Potions notes from last week? I think I mixed them up with yours from Ancient Runes.”

Sebastian chuckles and asks, “Trying to change the subject? I must have walked into something quite scandalous.”

“It’s nothing bad,” Nerida says teasingly. “We were just chatting about Professor Sharp.”

“Oh?” Sebastian asks, surprised. “What’s he done now?”

“Nothing,” Violet McDowell answers. “We were just saying that he’s easily the most handsome professor at Hogwarts.”

“He’s certainly your girlfriend’s favorite,” Nerida says with a smirk.

Sebastian raises a skeptical eyebrow at you, and sure enough, you’re blushing.

“Really?” he drawls. “You have a thing for Sharp?”

“No!” you whine. “I just – I really like Potions class, that’s all.”

“Of course you do,” Violet taunts. “So you can moon over Sharp during his lectures!”

You shoot Violet a threatening look and not-so-gently kick the toe of your boot against her shin underneath the table. She yelps and curses under her breath before indignantly burying her face behind her Potions textbook, and Nerida wisely avoids eye contact and doesn’t offer anything further.

After a beat, Sebastian clears his throat and says, “Well then, I, er… suppose I’ll leave you girls to it.”

He helps himself to one more kiss goodbye and you can tell by the significant look he gives you before leaving that this is not the last you’ll hear from him about your crush.

Sure enough, a few nights later the two of you manage to claim a loveseat by the fire in your common room where you can curl up against his side and revise your Potions notes one last time before your exam while Sebastian dutifully transcribes runic diagrams onto lengths of parchment.

“Are you feeling prepared for your exam tomorrow?” he asks you casually.

“I think so,” you answer. “It’s not a practical, so I can’t imagine it will be too challenging.”

“You’re sure you won’t become too affected by Sharp’s dulcet tones and neglect something important?” he asks with a smirk.

Annoyed, you huff and abandon your notes at your side.

“You’ve been waiting several days to bring this up again,” you grumble. “I should’ve known I wasn’t safe.”

“What?” he laughs. “I’m just teasing you, love.”

You narrow your eyes at him skeptically. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Well, it’s just… I don’t really know what you see in him, that’s all,” he murmurs, lazily turning a page in his Ancient Runes textbook.

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“I just think he’s rather foul,” Sebastian says plainly. “He’s impatient, meticulous, he’s clearly got a dark past and I truly don’t understand why all you girls think he’s obviously the most handsome man at Hogwarts. To me, he’s simply average.”

Merlin’s beard, you think. You knew Sebastian wasn’t a fan of Hogwarts’ Potions master, but you had no idea his dislike ran so deep.

“I think he’s a good professor,” you offer quietly. “He’s always been quite helpful to me, especially when I needed to master healing potions, and he saved my life in the Repository.”

“How generous of him,” Sebastian mumbles.

Angrily, you sit up a little straighter and pluck Sebastian’s quill out of his hand so he’ll look at you.

“And what about you?” you demand indignantly. “While we’re on the subject of good-looking professors, I happen to know that you turn into a stammering, blushing fool whenever Professor Garlick is nearby.”

You know for a fact that Sebastian Sallow is not an idiot, which is why it’s all the more frustrating when he tries to deny something you’ve known about for months.

“I do not!” Sebastian protests. “That’s – that’s ridiculous.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “You are not a subtle person, Sebastian, nor are you particularly good at being punctual, yet somehow you’re never late to the greenhouses.”

“W-well, I’m rubbish at Herbology so I like to make sure I won’t miss anything important,” he lies.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be quite so rubbish if you actually listened to the professor instead of staring at her chest for the entire lesson,” you grumble.

Sebastian goes bright red. Clearly, he had no idea you could see him doing that.

“Look,” he whines. “It doesn’t mean anything, I just think she’s nice to look at is all.”

“And I’m not allowed to think Professor Sharp is handsome?” you counter.

“It’s different,” he insists. “You actually like him, it’s not just an attraction.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you hiss.

“It means he’s a powerful wizard, a brilliant duellist and he’s a former Auror for Merlin’s sake,” Sebastian angrily confesses. “I couldn’t possibly measure up to that.”

You feel your heart break a little when you realize what this is truly all about – your love’s relentless insecurities, the same ones he’s battled for many years now.

Softly, you ask Sebastian, “Do you actually feel threatened that I might leave you for a professor? We’re seventeen, Seb.”

“It’s preposterous, I know,” he sighs. “But I just… I feel like I could never compete with him.”

“Sebastian,” you croon as you take your hand in his lap. “I want you to listen to me very clearly, alright?”

You wait patiently for him to meet your gaze before you continue.

“As you said, Professor Sharp is impatient,” you agree. “He’s also meticulous, and maybe he does have some darkness in his past. But you also said that he’s a brilliant duelist and a powerful wizard. Do you know who else has all those traits?”

Sebastian swallows nervously and squeezes your hand a little tighter.

“You do, love,” you say softly. “So perhaps the reason I’m fond of him is that he reminds me of you.”

“I’m not an Auror,” he points out a little sullenly. “And I’ve never saved your life.”

“Not yet you aren’t, but we both know that’s why you’re studying for Ancient Runes so much lately,” you say with a fond smirk. “And since I’ve saved your life plenty of times, I’m sure you’ll return the favor someday.”

Wordlessly, Sebastian tugs you against his chest and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m sorry for being such a prat.”

“Apology accepted,” you whisper into his chest. “And I love you too, you fool.”

He holds you close for a while after that, nose buried in your hair while you listen to his slow, even heartbeat through his uniform shirt. When he finally lets you sit up so that he can kiss you properly – not one of those chaste ones from the library – you find yourself halfway in his lap before you even realize you’ve shifted.

For Merlin’s sake, your notes are in a messy pile on the floor now.

You huff and try to climb off of him to gather them up, but Sebastian coaxes you back to him with a single finger on your chin, his eyes firmly fixed on your lips. By the time he’s kissed your frustration away, you can’t even remember what you were supposed to be studying for.

“We should bicker more often,” Sebastian says with a satisfied grin, his lips slightly swollen.

“On that subject, I was just wondering…” you ask him with a teasing smile. “Is there anything Professor Garlick has that I don’t? Should I be worried?”

“Absolutely not,” he murmurs as he flicks open the top button of your shirt. “Truthfully, you both have two very nice things in common.”

“You’re foul,” you tell him simply.

“I meant that you’re both kind-hearted and beautiful,” he says smoothly.

You’re positive that you know exactly what Sebastian meant and appreciate the compliment nonetheless. In fact, he’s being so sweet that you even let him undo a few more buttons while you can take advantage of your seclusion.

The next day during your Potions exam, while your female classmates are undoubtedly slipping in and out of pleasant daydreams about your alluring professor, all you can think about is Sebastian’s lips on your neck and his hand inside your shirt as he’d whispered all sorts of electrifying promises about what he’ll do to you after you turn in your parchment.

It’s a fierce struggle to focus on Dittany of all things with that in the back of your mind, but Professor Sharp is nevertheless pleased when you end up being the first to submit your completed exam and then promptly excuse yourself from the dungeons.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #professor sharp #aesop sharp #i know i'm supposed to be writing older requests and longer fics #but i was in a funk this weekend (hungover mostly lmao) so i needed to finish something short and sweet #so have some jealousy fluff!

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jealousjersey · 1 month

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₊࿔*:･୧”too sweet”₊˚࿔*:･୧

pairing // mike schmidt x gn!reader fluff

mentions // purely fluff just some nice and sweet content, pet names, reader is overwhelmed and stressed with everything and mike uplifts you, y/n isn’t mentioned, reader in college, reader and mike are in a situationship, mentions of being cheated on by past shitty gender unspecified partner

1.4k wc

tags // mike schmidt x reader fluff, purely fluff fic, pet names, slight angst

authors note // yes this is inspired by too sweet by hozier i’ve played it 18 times today (still listening to it) also per request (ty anon) fluff

school is kicking your ass. the lectures are too long and not informative at all, although you’ve had exams all week, they never seem to contain the information you’re supposedly learning.

you don’t even live on campus so you constantly feel like you’re missing out on important events and information. it’s truly exhausting.

that is until you get home, you’ve been in a situationship with this security guard worker, mike. you’ve talked and had dates, even had sex a few times but it doesn’t suffice you. you were made to be a lover, but right now you’re just a piece of ass. you want mike to love you, well, right now it feels more than a need. you want to finally receive the love that you give.

once your classes are done, you leave campus. taking the subway back to your apartment, luckily you don’t live too far, but not close enough to walk. and instead of wasting gas on driving to and from school, so why not take the safer option and just take the train?

as you arrive at your apartment, you finally get to lay down on your bed. you feel a tear fall from your eyes but you’re not sure why. today wasn’t too bad…but your body’s reaction is telling you different. you check the time and wait-

it’s the 2 year anniversary of your ex cheating on you, well atleast it’s the anniversary of the day you found out. you check the date and you get flashbacks, flashbacks to you coming to surprise them at their house for your 1 year together.

you arrive with tickets to some indie concert in hand. but instead you were practically hit in the face with realization as you saw her. she looked…perfect. you still wonder how they ended up with her. but let’s face it, you knew there was signs. but you chose to ignore them.

as of now, you’re laying face down on your bed, basically crying at this point. your breath hitches as you just lay there, helpless. until suddenly

knock knock

“hey? anyone here?” you hear a familiar voice enter your house. it’s mike schmidt, the man you’ve been talking to for a few months. wait a second-

“how did you get in?” you question. you thought you locked the door but apparently not.

“oh, the door was halfway open. wanted to check to see if you were being robbed” he says as he gets a good look at you “shit are you okay?” he asks worried, staring at your puffy face, your swollen eyes as tears leak from them.

his worry makes you feel better. you’ve waited on somebody to actually care about how you were, not just ask without remorse in their eyes. but mike actually cares, and it feels good. it feels like he gives you a little sliver of comfort.

“yeah, i’m fine…schools kicking my ass and-” you cut yourself off, he’s just a fling, why does he get to know your personal problems? but something inside you just tells you to come clean. “2 years ago today i went through hell with my ex. he cheated and things went…down from there you could say.” you open up, not wanting to share anything that could bring back more deep memories- maybe mentioning the abuse would be too far.

“oh baby, i’m sorry. you need me here with you? i can get take out and we can watch one of your weird cartoons” he says. you chuckle. does he mean anime? you don’t even watch it that much, maybe he’s basing his suspicions on the death slayer poster in your room that you got because it looked cool. i mean, you only watched a episode or two. it might make you a poser but it looks good in your room so what’s the harm?

“yeah, take out sounds great. and we can just watch a movie or something.” you smile at his request, your eyes still puffy. mike notices this and sits next to you on your bed, bringing a hand to your cheek as he gently brushes a thumb over your eye bags, taking in the darkness.

“i’m gonna be right back, you want take out chinese food?” he asks with a smile as he presses a kiss onto your cheek. you slightly nod.

“gotta use your words baby” he teases you. “yes, chinese food is perfect” you smile “amazing, i’ll be back in 30. don’t fall asleep” he says as he points a finger in your direction and smiles softly

30 minutes pass, you just stay in your bed until he arrives, he walks in without knocking. “baby, i’m here” he yells, arms full with bags of chinese food. god, how much did he get?

you silently laugh to yourself at the site: mike with both hands carrying giant take out bags that say “thank you” with a smile face, his keys on his mouth and his pinky closing the door. it’s…really funny to be honest.

you snap out of your daze and run to help him, taking the bags out his hands and placing them on your kitchen island. you see him huff out a short breath, taking the keys out of his mouth and hanging them on the key holder.

you place a short kiss on his lips “thank you love” you say. a blush creeps onto his face. he wonders why he’s feeling so intense at your small gesture, i mean it’s not like you two are official….

you two get cuddled up on the couch together. he always said your couch is weird, two seats with a middle compartment in the center, dividing the chairs. he says it’s not ideal for cuddling but you make it work, the chairs aren’t small per say, but you can both fit on k it with ease, kicking up the leg so you can both lay comfortably.

you put on some movie that was recommended through the roku app. it doesn’t matter what movie it was, it just matters that you had mike with you.

soon enough he’s yawning, the mint aroma coming from his mouth isn’t bad. it’s kinda nice. before he could close his mouth fully you kiss him gently, wanting more of that mint taste. he returns the kiss, using the same pace you started.

as you let go, you ask the dreaded question. “do you want to be with me? romantically?” he stops and freezes before speaking. “honey, you’re too good for me- i..i’m not the best person. you’re full of love, i don’t want you to waste it on me, you’re too sweet for me.” he says. you look confused, you know you want to love him. why isn’t he accepting?

“but i want to be with you. i want to love you, and if im being honest i think i kind of already do.” you say after a moment.

“you…really?” he looks confused, almost baffled by your statement. do you really want to love him? like fully and truly?

“god yes mike, I try not to call but there’s some days that i really, really want to. i want to hear your voice, i want to hear you laugh. hell, i even want to smell your cologne. but i stop myself because i know you want something casual.” you blurt out.

“who said i wanted casual? baby i was waiting for you to say that. i think ive been in love with you since we first started talking. it sounds cheesy i know, but i really do.” he responds, making your heart flutter for a moment as you blink, suddenly feeling his breath against your ear.

“i only want you” he whispers, putting emphasis on only. immediately you blush more than ever in his presence. “really?” you can’t help but whisper back. is this really happening? are you about to have a boyfriend?

“really. you are the only person i ever want to be with. promise” he says as he puts his pinky out, asking for yours. sealing it with a pinky promise. he knows you’re serious about those so him doing this for you means a lot.

“you’re the only person i want to be with mike, has been that way since i think i first spoke to you. were so dumb” you laugh.

“yeah but we’re dumb together” he chuckles back as he holds you closer to him.

“so….are we dating or what?” you ask, popping your lips after “so”.

“let me ask you” he fixes his messy hair and uses a takeout napkin as a tie around his neck. “would you like to date me” he says sincerely, still a hint of laughing under his voice.

“fuck it, sure” you laugh as you bury yourself into his neck.

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thecynthh · 4 months

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smart ass - M.S

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to him him

notes - college setting, no smut yet, more of matt in the next part, hopefully a long series !

author notes - heyyyyy so this is my first series i guess, i hope you guys like this and i promise not to take too long with the next part. love all u babes and j hope u have a nice new years if you celebrate it!

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a notification appears on my laptop, new grade from Ms.Garcia. shrugs and groans rung throughout the lecture hall, clicking on the notification a website pops up onto my desktop.

*97%,A+ good job y/n keep up the good work*

what were people so upset about, i thought to myself. my shoulder gets tapped by the person beside me.

“oh my god this old woman just hates me,” madi cries from beside me. i peak over at madi’s screen seeing a whopping 54%. i dont understand how that happens to a girl like madi, she was so smart and didn’t deserve that grade. i knew she didnt deserve that, i read her essay myself !

my hand lands on hers, “ okay that’s actually insane for you to be getting a 54, your essay was so good?!?”

everyone's head shoots up to the women below the many rows of seats, “so as you see at your grades only ms y/n got a good grade. i'm willing to let everyone else rewrite their exam and hand it in by next week if you do not like your grade.” the decrepit woman just packs her bag after saying that and begins to leave the room. everyone replicated her and began to pack up their belongings, including me.

madi and i leave the large space and stand in the hall just outside. “oh fuck, i promised nick id meet him after our class, ill see you later babes.” she ghosts a kiss on my cheek as i do the same to her greeting her goodbye. i grab my phone to check the time but to mostly look busy before i head somewhere else.

large footsteps creep up behind me and i hear my name being called. “y/n? thats your name right?” a man around 5’8 is standing in front of me. a little startled i take a second to reply.

“uhm yes that's me” i say replying to him. i notice his outfit, simple black cargos with a baggy sweater over it saying RANSOM with angel wings projecting off of the word.

“s-so i was wondering if you were willing to help me with the essay, you know, maybe study the material more?” he says while slightly looking down and looking very nervous.

“oh yea! of course i’ll bring over my notes and materials that i got from Ms.Garcia. does friday work for you? i have work tomorrow so i’ll be busy after class…” i cringe at my own sentence.

i knew who matt was, he was quite the popular guy and a social media influencer who made a lot of money. he didn’t have to exactly work a normal job like i did. although i don’t blame him, i’ve watched some of their videos and if i’m being honest they are pretty funny. i’ve slowly started to keep up with them ever since i was introduced to them by madi at an influencer party where she and the triplets got invited.

“mhm friday works, you can swing by my house, my brothers won’t be home that night. thanks for this by the way.” he says with his face softening, he definitely seemed more relaxed after i said yes.

“okay then! it’s a date- oh well not really a date, but i mean date as in like… oh you get it.” i trip over my words and finally take in his features. he has a beautiful jawline and scruffy that would feel so good on my-

he chuckles at my mishap “yeah it’s a date just lemme give you my number i’ll text you the address soon.” i present my phone to him as he begins to type out his phone number into his phone, naming his self matt s with a panda emoji next to it.

he’s still typing a little after he names himself, thinking nothing of it i just let him place my phone back into my hand at him as i wave to him bidding him goodbye.

i let my shoulders relax after i see him turn a corner and is out of my line of sight. god why am i so bad at talking to guys, that was straight embarrassing, i thought to myself.

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thursday afternoon

madi and i met for coffee after our classes were finished, we caught up ate some small pastries and drank coffee, the usual. but once i told her about what happened yesterday….

“YOU WHAT??” madi says, nearly snorting out her coffee from her nose.

“i agreed to help tutor matt so he can pass this class” i repeat to her seeing zero problem with this.

“so you wanna tutor him, at his house, without his brothers home, at night.” madi tells me in a “matter of fact” tone

“well if you say it like that it sounds like i’m dancing with the devil over here.” i say sarcastically still not seeing the problem.

“you. matt. alone. even after what happened at the party?” madi retorts bringing up the party again.

“okay i still have no fucking clue what you mean by matt was eyefucking me at that party, i was enjoying myself and he was more or less just observing everyone at the party.” god just hearing myself make me realize what is happening.

“you know, just good luck and please don’t be so naive, i don’t want you to get hurt.” madi says in such a sincere tone.

“i’m glad you are at least okay with the whole idea of it, but i gotta go, i have a shift in an hour.” i tell her collecting my things, she stands up and ghosts a kiss on my cheak.

“kk love ya girl, i’ll see you tomorrow.” madi says waving me off before i become late for my shift.

let’s just hope she has at least a little bit of faith in me.

authors note - YAYAYAYAYAY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS !!!

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #syn speaks #Spotify

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judasgot-it · 6 days

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Ulterior Motives

A quick fic in celebration of me finishing this semester, and with one of my fav Tecchou frames (i love my husband mwah)

Scenario: Passing class is literally impossible when your professor has a nice ass. So in order to pass, you show him your tits

[Reader is an adult here. also NSFW warning but like it's really not explicit.]

This course had been a nightmare - it was the second time you had taken this class, and your second attempt was just 'barely passing'. Straight C grades across each test and paper, it almost made you want to scream.

It was nearly impossible to pay attention to your lectures when your professor wore tight pants and button-up shirts, like a whore. He was like candy for your eyes, walking around the front of the room and pointing at the board with his authentic Kyu Gunto sword.

Jesus. What a nerd.

How were you supposed to take notes on the history of pan-Asianism when he didn't even know how geeky he was? And when his shirt couldn't even contain his shoulders?

It was so distracting.

Of course you were close to failing.

Last semester had sealed your fate - you had failed so badly that he asked you to personally take the course again, discussing personal study groups and even asking 'Is everything alright?'

No, nothinh really was. But you can't go up and say 'Professor Suehiro, you're too distracting' when it's just his face.

Professor Suehiro was either ignorant or a masochist, forcing you to watch him stroll across the room and talk about the Russo-Japanese war with a warm voice; you prayed he didn't notice how much you shifted your legs.

Why did you sit in the front again? It wasn't a full class, half of them had dropped out throughout the semester, you could have always sat in the back if you really wanted to.

But god.

Every time you made eye contact and saw the spark in his eyes at the passion for his subject - it made you so happy you had a few more months with him. It was hell trying to focus when he looked at you, but it was so exciting each time he did.

Fortunately, it was the last day you had with him. Which meant that the man who tortured you with his existence would be just another page in your life.

Unfortunately, it meant passing your final exam.

You were pretty sure you were going to pass. This time you had studied and really tried, which was better than you could say than last semester - you had stayed up the entire night and got...distracted. (Professor Suehiro had a public Instagram. Of course, you were obsessed)

But you had a card up your sleeve this time. If you failed, then you had a photo of your tits with your number on the back.

It was pretty obvious what the implication was. You spent time trying to position the camera right, getting the right bra and lighting so you would look as fuckable as possible.

Hopefully he didn't notice that your apartments floors were from the 18th century and belonged in a horror film. It was hard to make the photo attractive when you had such a poor workspace.

Parts of you were really hoping he would call - if you can't use your brain to get through college, surely you can use your body, right? Professor Suehiro was attractive, you would have slept with him anyway, grade or not.

The smarter part of you was screaming at you - this was weird. It's really weird, actually.

But you needed every card you could pull to pass.

So against that small intelligent part of your brain that was beaten to death by regurgitating the semester's course material on the exam, you snuck in a photo of your tits and number into the stapled-together papers, praying to god that at the very least, dealing with the consequences later.

"Oh. Hello Y/n."

Professor Suehiro smiled gently towards you, shuffling papers that you were sure was among the hundreds he had to grade. His hands were elegant as he moved them around - his veins were so beautiful you wanted to bite them.

"You emailed me about my exam? Is there an issue?"

The smarter part of your brain was winning now that you were released from your test anxiety - right after you had left the room, it had won and had stayed winning, making you wish you had never left that stupid photo.

"Not exactly. I did wish to congratulate you on passing this semester - the minimum you needed was a 30, and you scored a 52. That brings you to a 79 as your final grade, if you're alright with that."

His deep voice drawled out the numbers, having them languish on his tongue as he looked down on you.

It was hard to maintain eye contact, so you stared a little past him, observing how his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show the definition of muscle between his chest and collarbones.

"C's are A's for me. I'm happy enough."

It was like a piece of your anxiety left - finally, this class was over. After you walk out of this room, you would quite possibly never think of the Meiji era again. Ever.

Or the sexiest man alive, which was frankly a little disappointing.

"Are you sure? Student's ask me to round their grades usually, so I offer extra credit."

The brunette tilted his head like a puppy, his golden eyes calculating something as they grazed your form.

Today was one of the few outfits you had worn that wasn't revealing - you weren't even wearing a bra, instead opting for a large shirt and a jacket in order to avoid the discomfort.

Maybe he noticed? Fuck. You hope he noticed.

"What is it?"

Maybe it was a date. Or something better.

Was the photo actually paying off?

"I can text it to you if you'd like, you seem to prefer that."

You couldn't tell if he said this with sarcasm or not, but you nodded anyway. He smiled a little - maybe it was the right thing to say?

Casually, he pulled out the photo you left him, staring at the front for a long, hard moment. His face didn't tell you anything about what he was thinking, but you could feel your face warming up in a normal amount of shame, as his eyes turned to look back at you.

Silently, he turned the back of the photo around, typing in your phone number. His face cracked into a smile, his cheeks chasing his eyelashes as they pulled into little crescents.

"Oh! Yea."

Professor Suehiro wasn't well known for understanding social cues, but you could feel his knuckles graze against your chest, with only your thin T-shirt to protect you.

He was definitely far too close into your personal space.

"I don't think you meant to leave this."

His fingers tapped the photo against your chest, causing a furious red to spread across your face.

"Right. Um...you can keep it, if you want."

Why the fuck did you say that?

The older man just took the photo and stared at it for a moment again - it was so embarrassing, feeling like your chest was some sort of science exhibit.

His golden eyes moved back towards you again, after torturing you for the last few minutes.

"Thanks. Nice bra, by the way."

"I appreciate it, Professor Suehiro."

Was that a compliment or just a statement? His voice was hard to really know anything by, and his face currently didn't say much - he was just the same handsome guy who had been torturing you for half a year with your existence.

"Just call me Tecchou."

He leaned in closer, deciding that your personal space was his own as he fixed the collar of your shirt, tugging it around your neck and dragging his fingers across your skin.

What the fuck was that extra credit going to be?

This is very self indulgent but like *shrug emoji* anyway im gonna be a bit more active now I guess

Also edited cuz who is letting me post this while fucked up?

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd x y/n #tetchou x reader #tecchou x you #tecchou x y/n #tecchou suehiro x reader #professor!tecchou #should i make that a tag #idk

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sl-newsie · 8 months

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Mature (Dr. Spencer Reid x College Student)

(Summary: The BAU gets a case that takes place near a college campus, and one student seems to catch Reid’s attention. There is a bit of an age gap. This is based during the end of Season 6. Warnings: Talk of cannibalism, gun violence)

“Remember class: Monday’s exam will have 150 questions and no makeups. Remember to study hard!”

My dental hygiene professor finally releases us, signaling the beginning of the weekend. It’s currently 5:30 on a sunny but crisp Friday in October. Nothing special, but the lack of leaves and chilly frosts makes it one of my favorite seasons. But I can’t take too much time to watch the weather- I’ve got work to do.

Of course I’m the only student who dares to sit in the front of the lecture hall, and I take my time to gather up my things as the others start filing out.

“You going to the game tonight?” One guys asks his friends.

“Yeah it’s gonna be sick! You’re bringing the beer, right?”

“Sure am! And what about-” He whispers: “The pot?”

Their conversation dies away as the walk out of the room, leaving me to shake my head in disappointment. No doubt their whole weekend will involve drinking, getting high, and possible sexual content. More than likely they’ll fail the exam.

“Merrian! Are you coming to the game?” I hear one classmate, Regina, ask.

“No, I can’t. I’m going for a jog and then starting my flashcards for the exam.”

Regina, one of the more popular and *cough* snobby girls gives me a fake smile. “Oh you never go to any social events! Why not give that brain a break and be a college student for once?”

I just shake my head and continue to look through my notes. “I am being a college student, only I’m being a smart one and actually trying to get through this class without depleting any brain cells through alcohol abuse.”

But my insult flies right over Regina’s head. She just keeps smiling, turns and walks away, leaving me (no surprise) alone again. But it appears today has something else in store, because the door opens and my professor walks back in leading a group of people who look way too professional for a place like this. The one that appears to be the leader is tall, dark-haired, and is wearing a traditional business suit. The man following next to him appears to be of Italian descent and is wearing a dark suit similar to the leader’s. Next is a blonde woman wearing- quite honestly, one of the most unique outfits I’ve ever seen. It’s a purple and blue patterned dress, hot pink heels, and a big purple bow with her hair in pigtails (it almost puts my current Veronica Sawyer gray skirt and blue blazer outfit to shame). Another man is bald with darker skin and a more athletic build, wearing a more laid-back style of clothing, obviously the muscle of the group. And last behind him is- huh. He’s a lot younger (and much cuter) than the others, one might say a few years older than me. He’s dark-haired like the other men and wearing slacks with a white shirt with a gray vest and blue tie, almost matching me. But what stands apart from his attire is the pistol tucked in a holster attached to his belt. It’s almost like the one I’ve got tucked under my skirt (for protection, of course). Are these guys from the police station? They don’t look like local authorities.

But sadly I’m still in the front and am caught looking.

“Who’s the model?” The blonde with pigtails asks, making me turn pink.

My professor finally notices me. “Oh yes. This is Merrian, one of my students. She’s just packing up-”

“On the contrary, it might be nice to have a younger person’s opinion on this matter,” the Italian agent speaks.

A younger opinion?

“By the way, I love your blazer!” The blonde squeals and rushes over to get a better look.

I title my head. “Not too bad yourself, Barbie.”

But the leader doesn’t seem too impressed. “At ease, Garcia. Remember why we’re here.”

The blonde nods and backs off, leaving me facing the group head-on.

“Is she trustworthy? We need to keep this as confidential as possible,” the athlete says.

My professor nods her head. “Merrian is one of the most dedicated students I have. I guarantee she’ll give you her best effort.”

“Very well.” The leader steps forward to shake my hand. “I’m FBI Agent Hotchner of the BAU. These are Agents Rossi, Morgan, Garcia, and Dr. Reid.” He points to each agent, and when he introduces Agent Reid I can’t help but notice his body language shifts. He keeps playing with his hands and changing his footing, and isn’t as relaxed as the other agents. Maybe he just drank coffee.

I give a small wave. “Hello. So, what is it you guys do? Obviously you’re a government department but I’ve never really paid attention to that stuff.”

“Don’t you watch the news?” The blonde ‘Garcia’ asks.

“Nope.”

This answer gets me surprised reactions, especially from Reid.

“Why not?”

Yes, he’s definitely younger. His voice reminds me of the smart nerd type, but with my educational history I’ve never actually been able to meet many smart guys so it’s very new to hear this.

I shrug. “Ignorance is bliss. I figure if there’s something that’s truly important that’ll affect me then I’ll hear about it sooner or later. I try not to let the fear that strands from current events control my life.”

“Ok. Then to catch you up, we have a potential threat that’s been sited near the edge of town. There’s a man who’s been catching people in hunting traps and then eating them.”

Uh- Oh my! Was not expecting that.

I try to keep a steady face. “Alright. So what does this have to do with me?”

“Your current study of dental work, plus the unsub seems to prefer female victims,” Reid speaks up. “There’s one witness who managed to escape his trap, but not before he bit her. We’ve been able to analyze the teeth marks, but it doesn’t match the correct dental records. They show the unsub’s supposed to be someone who died 10 years ago. We checked the death certificate and sure enough the body’s buried in a nearby cemetery. Do you have any ideas why?”

I take a deep breath and try to piece together what I’ve learned so far. I’ve only been in this program for a year, but that doesn’t mean I’m useless.

“Take your time,” Agent Rossi assures. “It doesn’t have to be much, just anything we might have missed-”

I snap. “I got it! Have any of you guys ever seen the movie The Whole Nine Yards with Bruce Willis?”

Most shake their heads, but then Reid seems to follow my idea.

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that? Brilliant, Marrian!”

“Excuse me, mind letting us in on your inside joke?” Agent Morgan questions.

“At the end of the movie, they modify another body’s teeth to match Bruce Willis’ character and then burn it in a fire so the mafia will think he’s dead. What if this unsub had dental work done so he couldn’t be traced? ” My explanation starts the agents sparking up new conversations, leaving me to believe I might have actually just helped solve an FBI case.

“I know it’s not the type of professional answer you might have wanted.”

“That’s just the kind of insight we were looking for,” Agent Hotchner finally addresses me. “Thank you, Merrian. We’ll be sure to stay in touch and inform you if this threat is neutralized.”

He walks out, followed by Morgan. But the others linger for a moment.

“You’re taking all of this surprisingly well,” Rossi points out. “Ever consider becoming a profiler?”

I chuckle. “I did once, a few years ago. Sociology is one of my favorite subjects to learn, but I’ve just used that as a hobby. When I looked further into the job description I decided I wanted a career that wouldn’t take so much out of my free time. So for now I’m sticking with dental hygiene.”

He nods. “Well if you change your mind, here’s my card.” He hands me his contact info and exits after the other 2 agents.

“Tell me- where did you get your shoes?” Garcia asks when she points to my feet.

“Oh. Um, Goodwill actually.” I’m a bit embarrassed to say I’m a thrifter, but in college all money must go to classes.

“They’re so cute! I’ll email you my list of favorite thrift websites later,” she remarks as she walks to the door.

“B- But Agent Garcia you don’t have my email-?”

“I’ll find it.” She winks. “And call me Penelope!”

She gives Reid a smirk and shuts the door, leaving me alone with the last agent.

“I gotta ask, how old are you?”

My blunt question doesn’t seem to be new to him. “30.”

I was right!

“Sorry for asking, but it’s just very different-”

“To see someone like me on a government bureau team,” he finishes. “It’s ok, lots of people ask. I could say the same thing about you.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

He mirrors my confusion. “Aren’t you close to my age?”

“I’m 22.”

Reid’s eyes widen. “No way! You look- I mean, you seem- Um… you don’t act 22.”

I chuckle and go to grab my backpack. “I get that a lot. My mom says I’m more mature than most people my age, which means I have to be forced to associate with immature peers. I just hope other people never assume I’m the typical college type. You know, drugs, drinking, sex, procrastination. I’ve never even gone to one party. I apologize for the idiots you might come across here.”

I expect the FBI agent to leave it at that and go off to find his team, but instead he jogs up behind and walks with me down the hall.

“No I don’t see you like that, it’s just… you’re definitely more mature, and seem more clear-headed than the other students I’ve seen here so far.

I hold my head back and laugh. “Oh, no. By no means am I as smart as you might think. I have what I call ‘selective knowledge.’ I never picked just one topic I like, so I find bits and pieces of information about all kinds of topics. But not too much in depth that I’m an expert. With what I know about you so far I’d say you’re way more smart.”

He looks down. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Spill it. What’s your education background?”

“Um… I’ve got PhDs in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. Bachelor’s in psychology, sociology, and in the process of one in philosophy.”

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to look at him with wide eyes. “And you’re downplaying that? Jesus, you’ve got more knowledge stuffed in your brain then I’d ever have in 5 lifetimes! Why choose a job in the BAU?”

He considers this. “I find that I do some of my best work under intense terror.”

I nod. “It’s nice to know what type of job works best. I’ve jumped around different jobs, and still haven’t found one that fits right. As for the terror thing, props to you for dealing with that on a daily basis.”

Dr. Reid seems surprised. “Hm. You don’t mind crazy talk, do you?”

I stifle a laugh and hold the next door open for him to pass. “‘Crazy talk?’ What’s that?”

“Talking about subjects that any random passerby would find odd, like murder or psychological disease.”

“You’re talking to someone who watches The Conjuring as a comfort film. I don’t call that crazy talk, I call that enjoyable conversation,” I smile cheekily as he walks past me through the doorway. “You gonna go find your team now?”

Reid clears his throat and bites his lip. “Well, um… Since the unsub’s been sighted near the city I should make sure to get you to your dorm safely.”

This unsub must be pretty dangerous for him to be this anxious. Or is it something else that’s got him so worried? I must say it feels nice to have a smart guy to talk with who’s actually taking the time to make sure I’m safe instead of daring me to chug a beer.

“Aw, that’s sweet. But I don’t live in a dorm, I live in a small rented room downtown.”

“Really? I guess you really aren’t like normal students. So where are you going now?”

Is he asking professionally or out of curiosity?

“There’s a secret spot I have in the theatre lab. Dark and quiet with a nice table. Good for studying.”

He perks up. “Dark? Do you think you could show me?”

I shrug and start leading him to the lab, pushing my sleeve back to check my watch. “Sure, just don’t tell anyone. I like having a place where stupidity is at a minimum.”

Reid gets a wide grin on his face and follows eagerly. “Your secret’s safe with me. It’s kind of embarrassing but lately I’ve been dealing with- Oh my gosh! Are you hurt?”

I follow his gaze to my arm, which has gauze wrapped around it. I’m surprised he noticed- usually people don’t give it a second thought.

“Wha-? Oh, no. I donated plasma earlier today and have to keep this on for 2 hours.”

“I see. Do you get paid?”

“Yup. If they’re willing to pay me to sit in a chair for an hour, money is money. Gotta pay the college bills somehow. So what have you been dealing with?”

“Right. Um, I’ve had these headaches for a while now and none of the doctors I’ve seen can tell me what’s wrong. They’re triggered by bright lights, so that’s why I like to find dark places to think.”

Hearing this makes me sad, especially since a nice guy like him shouldn’t have to go through something like that.

“Then don’t have me keep ya waiting. Here we are!”

Now we’re at the theatre lab and when I open the door to let him in, Reid . “So then how are you liking your dental hygiene clinicals?”

I set my backpack down and switch a small light on. “I like it, but it’s more of a job that pays well and allows me free time. Next summer I’m looking into a program that gives me a certificate in culinary pastry design-” I stop myself before I start ranting. “Sorry, I don’t mean to talk your ear off. People don’t always listen this long so I usually just talk to keep away any awkward silence. Americans are intimidated by it, you know.”

Agent Reid just nods and sits down on a nearby stool. “I don’t mind. I like hearing you talk.”

“But it’s not as intellectual as you’re used to.”

“Maybe not, but- how should I describe it? You’re like a funfetti cake.”

Reid’s analogy makes me giggle and give him an odd look. “Um, thanks? How so?”

“Because you’re not just one flavor. You bring a sprinkling of all different topics, and none of them are boring or immature. Go ahead, continue.” Reid sits back as if he’s sitting in for a lecture, and I’m the teacher.

“Um… ok. So anyways, between work, school, and all my other hobbies it’s no surprise when I keep telling my mom I haven't gone on a date-”

“Wait, seriously?” Reid interrupts. “You’ve never gone on a date?”

I try to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks and go turn on the music speaker. “Never got a chance to. Back in high school I was more introverted and read all the time. Now no one wants to be around a boring, mature college student who dresses… like this.” I gesture to my unusual outfit.

“Hm. I’d think you would’ve been able to find at least one decent guy.”

I’m not sure if he’s kidding or just trying to be nice.

“Don’t make me laugh. Even the few guys I’ve talked to see me as a colleague or acquaintance, not even friendship status. I’ve steered clear of all the red flags and bad habits college kids typically get into, and it’s gotten me this far. All I’ve got is some family, my cat, and my brain.”

Reid doesn’t say anything, and a part of me is glad for it while the other half is a nervous wreck. While I don’t want to really get into the details of my miserable social life, at the same time I’m strangely anxious about what the handsome doctor thinks of me.

“It’s the musical season, isn’t it? I can tell you’re a fan.” How does he-? “I’m guessing on account of the Newsies sticker on your water bottle and your outfit that resembles Veronica Sawyer from Heathers.”

A smile grows on my face. “Oh! A profiling genius and a theatre fan! You’ve got quite the brain, Dr. Reid.”

“I actually only recently got interested in it after watching one of Garcia’s plays- oh! You actually remembered!” Reid scratches his head and smiles. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“People don’t always address me by my full title. So what’s on your agenda now?” He seems to rethink and adds: “Not that I’m being nosy!”

His curiosity isn’t uncomfortable for me. If anything it’s nice to have someone take an interest.

“I was going to practice for musical auditions, but since you’re here I’ll just do some homework.”

“Oh I don’t mind! Really! I won’t laugh, promise,” Reid says sincerely.

“No, no. I do my best work alone, as always.”

He frowns. “That’s not a healthy mindset.”

I chuckle darkly. “I’m not exactly the ‘teamwork makes the dreamwork’ kinda gal. I’ve always done best on my own, so I don’t argue it-”

“Attention, attention!” The intercom starts blasting an alarm overhead. “There has been a potential shooter spotted near the edge of campus. All students, staff, and visitors are to head immediately towards a sheltered area. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!”

Agent Reid immediately goes alert and checks his pistol. “We better get to a more secure location. Come with me!”

He goes for the door, but I don’t see a reason to leave.

“No, you go find your team. I’ll stay here. It’s a hidden spot, anyway.”

But Reid shakes his head with concern and takes my hand. “No, I can’t allow that. If the unsub is here he’ll go after you. You’re his type, Marrian, and I won’t let you get hurt.”

Wow. I’m sure he’s just doing his job. Still it’s becoming incredibly difficult to ignore the growing affection for the geeky agent. And it doesn't help that normally I’m a very anti-touching person.

He pulls out a cell phone and dials a number. “Hotch, this is Reid. What’s your location?” After a few moments he says: “Yes, I’m here with the student we interviewed in the theatre lab. We’ll meet you there. Yeah I know, we’ll be careful.” Reid seems to notice my slight reaction to his physical touch and his hold tightens. “I need you to stick close to me, understand?”

I nod and follow him out. “This is… definitely not what I planned for a regular Friday evening, but as my mom always says I need to stay open-minded. Lead the way, Dr. Reid!”

His stern face lightens by a fraction. “Um, you can call me Spencer if you want.”

Is- Is he trying to flirt? Seriously, I wouldn’t know. Somebody tell me!

“Isn’t that less professional? I thought you FBI guys were all suits and no humor.”

He doesn’t answer and triple-checks the hallway before signaling the all-clear. We quietly make our way to the main office, and the whole time I’m trying to ignore Reid’s hand clutching mine.

“We'll be able to-”

“Look out!” I push Spencer out of the way just as a bullet flies past my head, but I’m not too lucky with the second one. It buries itself in my left shoulder blade and the sudden force sends me crashing to the cold floor.

“Oh my God!” Reid shouts and kneels down to address my wound.

“Well hello, my pretty,” a deep sinister voice chuckles. A figure in a black hood lurks out from the corner, with a hunting rifle pointed directly at Spencer.

“I’ve gone too far this time, too far to disappear. But I’ve got one more chance, right? That’s right.” He points at me, the gun wedged pointed on his shoulder. “I’ve been watching you, girly. And I like you. Your healthy diet is most delightful, and…” He gets a twisted look with a sinister smile on his face. “Such a pretty face…”

“You leave her alone!” Reid speaks sternly.

I turn to find him pointing his pistol at the unsub, but the man just laughs.

“My my, Dr. Reid. You’ve grown quite attached to this woman. I’m almost sad to have to kill her and end such a blooming young love.”

Love? I don’t know who this guy thinks he is, but he’s creeping me out! Still not what I planned for a regular Friday evening…

The unsub starts to creep closer, and before I know it I’m backed against the wall with Spencer at my right.

“Don’t you touch her!” Reid shouts. “Stand back or I will shoot!”

“Oh no you won’t, Dr. Reid!” The unsub turns angry. “You won’t, or else I will skip my evening meal and blow a hole in this girl’s brain right now!”

He’s going to kill me… Eat me… Oh God. But I can’t let him hurt Spencer. His life is worth a thousand times more, and I couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.

The unsub is still focused on Spencer, so while he’s distracted I slowly inch my hand towards my skirt, almost to my concealed pistol-

Bam!

The unsub fires what seems like a warning shot and in the sudden chaos Reid fires his gun too. Reid doesn’t get shot, and instead his own bullet buries itself in the unsub’s calf. He stumbles out of sight around the corner.

“Quick! In here!” Reid pulls me into a nearby classroom and shuts the door. “Are you in pain?”

Yes! Every inch of skin in my shoulder is screaming at me and the adrenaline is starting to wear off, allowing the pain to escalate. But I need Reid to focus on the task at hand.

“I’m fine. I’m fine…” My head starts to feel dizzy and I put a hand to my shoulder, pulling it away to find it covered in blood.

“No you’re not fine. Here-” Spencer takes off his tie and does a makeshift tourniquet near my acromial region. “It won’t last long, but it’s the best I can do.” He kneels down and starts searching through his pockets. “I’m all out of bullets!”

“My… my skirt. Under my skirt…”

He lifts the fabric up to reveal my pistol. “When did you get that?”

“Since I turned 21, but I’m too dizzy to shoot it. Take it!” Reid removes my pistol from its holster, using careful hands to show modest intentions. “Now go. Go stop him.”

“But if you don’t keep appropriate pressure on it then you could bleed out!”

“Just go! I’ll figure it out. I don’t care if I pass out, you gotta go stop him and end this.”

I’m pretty sure Reid’s now speaking through panic mode. “No you can’t die! I still need to ask you out!” Did I hear that right?

“You- what? I think I’m starting to blank out. You need to what?”

But Reid doesn’t answer. He just rubs a hand through his messy hair in frustration, while all I can do is slowly slip in and out of consciousness. When he’s decided his next move he leans down and kisses my forehead, and if it weren’t such an unusual situation I’d actually have butterflies in my stomach.

“I’ll be right back, Merrian. I promise.”

And just like that he sprints out. I don’t know how long it’s been, but soon I hear gunshots in the hall and all I can do before I pass out is pray that Spencer’s ok…

“She’s lost a lot of blood, but she’ll live.”

“Quiet an injury. She’s lucky you were with her.”

“And where is she going to?”

My mind buzzes to life and I start to become aware of my surroundings, opening my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. My arm has an IV. More than likely they’ve given me morphine for pain control. But the biggest relief is when I see Reid talking to one of the doctors at the foot of the bed.

“Spencer… you’re ok,” I croak through a groggy voice.

He notices I’m awake and quickly rushes over to give me a gentle hug. I see he has no wounds, another relief.

“God Merrian, I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you-” He whispers into my hair.

“No, don’t worry about me. You did all you could, Spencer. Is the unsub taken care of?”

He nods repeatedly. “Yeah. I shot him dead right after I left, but by the time I got back you’d already blacked out-”

“Excuse me sir,” the doctor steps forward. “I’m afraid she has to be transferred now.”

I look up with wide eyes. “Transferred? Where? What do you mean?”

“The bullet nicked one of your main arteries,” the doctor explains in a calm voice. “We don’t have the proper tools or expertise to perform the surgery on your shoulder, so you are being transferred to Grand Rapids.

“Then I’m going with her,” Reid pipes up.

“I’m sorry sir, but unless you are a guardian or next of kin then you cannot accompany the patient-”

“She’s the victim of a BAU unsub. That makes this a government matter so I should be able to find an excuse to go-”

“No you can’t, Reid.”

We all turn and find Agent Hotchner, along with the rest of the BAU team, walking into the room.

“We’ve been called back to Quantico. I’m afraid you need to say your goodbyes now.”

Spencer and I exchange disappointed looks, but I figure good things must come to an end. All this unsub business is enough excitement to last me a long time, even though I am sad to see the handsome agent go.

“I’ll be fine, Spencer.” I give him a small smile. “Go do what you do best.”

He nods, seeming to debate something in his head. “I- I’m glad I got to meet you, Merrian.”

I chuckle. “I should be the one saying that about you, the great Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Spencer returns my laughter and takes my hand again. “Feel better. I know from personal experience that recovering from a gunshot is no easy task. I’ll come visit as soon as I have free time. And… I’d like to take you out sometime, maybe someplace where you won’t get shot?”

His question is asked as if it’s a simple classroom inquiry, but it’s making my heart jump (unfortunately shown by the heartbeat monitor). I can tell Reid’s nervous just as I am, but I know it’s all part of the dating ritual.

“I’d like that.”

He cocks his head. “What part?”

“The not being shot part is definitely a perk, but I’d like to finally go on my first date. With you.”

Spencer gets excited and I can already see the wheels spinning in his head just as Agent Hotchner calls for Reid to get going.

“I- I’ll see you later, then! Hope you won’t mind me ranting about literature by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?”

I squeeze his hand just as the paramedics start to get me ready to leave. “It’s a date, Spencer.”

Reid’s POV

The ride on the Jet is quiet, and as usual I chose to read alone in a corner. This time I’ve chosen Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie, most appropriate for the upcoming holiday in a few weeks.

“Hey loverboy! You gonna join us for a card game?” Morgan smirks from the table. “Or is your head too fuzzy thinking about your new friend?”

“You do know I could still beat you, right?” I ask matter-of-factly.

“Screw cards! I wanna hear all about the boy genius’ new girlfriend!” Garcia giggles.

I just shake my head and turn back to my book, ignoring their gossiping chatter. I won’t let their teasing get to me. Ever since Emily died my mind’s been in a fog, but meeting Merrian seemed to snap me back into reality. Give me something to hope for. All I know is I can’t wait to get time off so I can see her again…

#criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #criminal minds fandom

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my nerdy love

eric x reader (requested by anon! sorry i cannot reply to your message directly bc i feel like that would spoil the whole fic LOL but tysm for your kind words ^^)

genre: loser eric, college!au, eric is such a nervous wreck, he's also always angry, jealous eric, villain hyunjae (not really) notes: i love these kind of stories like they're so funny LOL i hope you guys enjoyed! i enjoy writing losers more than i do flirts... song rec!

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Act 1

in the back of a large lecture hall, sat two best friends, both born in the same year. they were not paying attention to the professor whatsoever.

sunwoo poked the other’s shoulder, “yo… are you good?”

the other boy, named eric, was currently fuming, looking off into the distance where you were now sitting. there was another man who had recently plopped down next to you. eric watched as he took your pencil, twirling it around as you whined at his teasing. eric then glared with heated jealousy as you leaned over the man to try to reach it.

sunwoo asked again, “are you-”

“no,” eric yelled, making some people turn their heads and frown. eric apologized silently as he lowered his voice. “no, i’m not good. that guy is just so-” he groaned. “annoying.”

“if you like y/n that much, just go up to them or else he’ll steal your sweetheart,” sunwoo casually replied.

“i can’t just-”

“yes you can,” sunwoo refuted. “you guys are literally working on a final project together. aren’t you comfortable with them already?”

eric did not reply, only looking at sunwoo sheepishly.

“don’t tell me,” sunwoo groaned. “were you a nervous wreck?”

eric recalled that time when you were assigned to be his partner. he kept stuttering over his words and even dropped coffee all over your bag which he had to spend his whole paycheck to pay for it. even though you insisted it was fine.

“look man,” eric tried to defend himself. “you have to see what y/n looks like up close. like an angel, i swear.”

“still,” the older glared. “try not to be a coward for once.”

eric sighed, looking back to where the man was now playing with your hair. and out of nowhere, he glanced back to where eric was sitting. he looked him right in the eye and much to his anger, the man winked. eric slammed his laptop closed and took his belongings, leaving the room.

now, you and eric were working at one of the popular study spots, trying to finish planning out the final page of the project. eric was so, so giddy to see you and get some alone time. he even dressed up (which sunwoo teased him for).

“wait so-” he started to ask a question. “what about if…?” he trailed off because you were now leaning into his side to look at his computer. he blushed, looking away.

“what were you saying?” you looked at him expectantly.

“uh-” he faltered. “i… um- i wanted to ask if-”

“y/n!”

you turned around at the familiar voice. eric glanced in that direction too and of course, it was him again. eric looked him over, his eyes narrowing. he was tall, possibly (definitely) taller than eric, which severely hurt his ego. he was also insanely handsome, which eric despised. the younger puffed his chest out to try to look stronger but it was of no use, as the boy dragged a chair over to sit next to you, his muscles showing even through his oversized shirt.

“what are you doing here?” you smiled. you smiled! eric’s heart plummeted, envy quickly taking over every inch of his heart. i could make you smile like that too.

“just stopped by,” the man grinned, with his horribly attractive smile. “i’m exhausted from that exam.” as he talked on and on, he looked at eric with an amused glint in his eye as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. smoke was practically coming out of his ears at this point as you laughed, shoving the man away.

oh, eric was about to explode.

“ah!” you gestured to him. “this is eric, by the way.”

the man looked at eric knowingly, a sly smile appearing on his lips. “so that’s your name…”

“what?” eric asked, with a hostile voice.

“nothing, nothing,” the man was definitely amused as he got up. “i have to go, bye y/n! and don’t miss me too much!”

oh, how eric hated him.

later on, eric confronted that same man.

“hey,” eric gripped his shoulder, turning him around. “what’s your problem?”

the man feigned innocence, “what’d i do?”

“you know i like y/n, don’t you?” eric asked, his hand forming fists. “you know and you’re always hanging around. you even look at me while you’re being all touchy. don’t! don’t try to act slick… uh…” he paused, his mind going blank.

the other simply smirked, tilting his head, “you don’t even know my name don’t you?”

eric was about to reply but the man beat him to it.

“hyunjae,” he interrupted. and then he turned around, waving goodbye with a flick of his hand. as he walked, he glanced back at eric with a cunning smile. “and i have no idea what you’re talking about. have a nice day!”

eric loathed him.

Act 2

much to eric’s surprise though, hyunjae had disappeared for a while. were his prayers and wishes with shooting stars finally answered? would hyunjae finally vanish and stop disturbing his soon-to-be love story? it seemed like that for a while.

it was finally eric’s chance to get closer to you, with sunwoo’s constant urging. and so, he came up to you one day after the lecture.

“hey, y/n,” he gave you a nervous quirk of a smile. you looked up and smiled brightly. his heart stuttered almost immediately and so did his breath as he quickly tried to compose himself. he frantically played with the strings of his hoodie. sunwoo snickered in the background.

“hi, eric,” you softly greeted, tilting your head. eric felt like he could faint on the floor at that moment.

“do you-” he suddenly jabbed his finger at your textbook, making you jump. “want to study the next chapter to- together?”

your eyes widened and you felt excitement through your veins.

“oh!” you stood up, eagerly as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “sure!” you grinned. “let’s go to the library now then if you’re free.”

“really?” he looked at you hopefully. and then he trailed after you out of the room almost like a lost puppy.

sunwoo shook his head, “he’s got it so bad…”

eric wiped his sweaty palms on the fabric of his pants as he glanced at you. you looked incredibly focused while you read the chapter and took notes on it.

eric on the other hand… he wasn’t doing quite well. he was so caught up in staring at your beauty. his eyes would constantly wander over your features, even wondering how your lips would feel against his. he quickly shook out of it.

you looked at him, puzzled. and then out of nowhere, eric felt your hand be pressed to his forehead.

“are you feeling okay?” you looked worried. “you’ve been out of it for a while…”

his face was completely red now as he backed away. he thought that would be the end of it but much to his embarrassment, his chair had gotten caught on the carpet and he quite literally fell backward.

you yelped, immediately getting up to help him. eric was mortified as he considered just curling up into a ball in the middle of the library. nonetheless, he stood up with a pink face.

“are you hurt?” you asked, looking him over.

“no, no,” he laughed, painfully. “i’m fine.”

you looked at him skeptically. “maybe we need a break…” you pondered. you looped your arm around eric’s making him sputter. “i know, let’s go to the cafe near here?”

so it was a cafe date now. you were drinking your order as you stared at eric who could not seem to look you in the eye. his pupils darted everywhere, his eyes wide and round. he bit his lip nervously as he fidgeted with his bag.

“you’re like bolt,” you observed.

“huh?” he finally looked you in the eye. he wondered how beautiful someone could be just by sitting at a cafe seat near the window.

“bolt,” you repeated. “the puppy from the movie?”

eric practically choked. “you think i’m like a puppy?”

“yeah!” you laughed. he couldn’t help but smile back at your cute expression. “you always look so curious. it’s cute… like a puppy.” there was a beat of silence before you slapped your hand over your mouth, in disbelief that you had just called the arguably cute boy… cute. out loud.

he stared at you, mouth open as he gradually blushed more and more.

“thank you,” was all he could say, completely calm.

he went home and giggled about it to himself at 3 am that same day.

the study dates and cafe dates slowly branched out into other ways to hang out. but eric liked to call them dates. he’s delusional like that. one time, he took you to the movies where he attempted to do the “yawn and put his arm over their body subtly” thing. he failed miserably. apparently, he has bad aim.

“eric?” you looked at him confused as you munched on the popcorn.

he jolted, “h-huh?”

“you just poked my ear.”

“oh! did i? haha,” he fake laughed as he took his arm back. god, sunwoo was so going to bully him about this.

another time, he took you to the mall. you were browsing various bags when your eyes lingered on a specific one. he noticed and was about to buy it for you like the gentleman he was. except he forgot that he was a college student in debt.

“do you like this one?” he smiled sweetly. “i can buy it for you!”

“ah,” you shook your head sheepishly since you had already seen how much it cost. “y-you really don’t have to…”

eric was stubborn. “i insist!” he looked at the price tag attached to it. his eyes enlarged at the cost. it was so expensive. the number of zeroes in the number made him revolt as he hurriedly put the bag back on the shelf. “on second thought…” and he quickly walked away as he mentally slapped himself in the face.

you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Act 3

hyunjae came back.

eric clearly remembered gasping when he witnessed hyunjae open the door to the lecture hall. he even looked at the poor young boy and winked cheekily. eric swore he saw red.

and of course, hyunjae would bound straight over to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder to pull you into a tight side hug.

“you good?” sunwoo nudged him.

eric could only glare, the paper in his hand now turning into a crumpled ball under his fist.

“i literally hate him.”

unlike last time though, eric did not stray far anymore. instead, he clung to you. he refused to leave your side in fear that hyunjae would come and snatch you away from the only love of his life. as soon as class ended, he immediately was by your side. again, like a puppy.

“hi, eric!” you gave him a hug. he froze, looking down at the top of your head as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“oh,” he breathed out, surprised. “this… this is nice.”

“mhm,” you hummed. “i think so too.” you nuzzled closer.

(sunwoo wondered to himself, “aren’t they already dating at this point…”)

one day, the two of you were taking a peaceful walk, talking about how horrible your exams went and how badly eric craved instant ramen at that moment. that was when hyunjae suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“y/n!” he ruffled your hair. eric grumbled, rolling his eyes. what a way to ruin his day. “did you do something to your hair?” hyunjae asked, smiling sweetly (obnoxiously, in eric’s opinion). “it looks nice.”

eric mumbled to himself, “i noticed first…”

when you confirmed hyunjae’s observation and finally shooed him away to his next class, you turned and noticed eric glaring daggers at hyunjae’s back.

you poked him. he looked at you, his eyes softening. “everything okay?” you asked.

he paused and gazed at you with an unreadable expression.

“are you aware that he’s been hitting on you all this time?”

you froze, your heart had stopped beating. “eric-”

“it’s seriously getting annoying,” he groaned. “every time we spend time together, he’s always there, ruining the moment. with his stupidly handsome face, his long legs, his perfect hair, his fit body, his-” eric paused. “whatever! you get the point. still, don’t you think that it’s a bit low of him? like does he not get the hint? shouldn’t he back off since i-”

and eric really should have stopped before he would blurt out something stupid. but eric was never good at stopping himself.

“since i like you.”

you stared for a while. he looked at you, his mouth shut closed as a blush began to creep up his neck at the realization that he had just confessed. and then you burst out laughing.

“i-” he stuttered. “i didn’t mean to confess i-”

you kept on laughing. eric continued to try to defend himself.

he scrambled for words, “it’s just that you are so my type. you’re so beautiful and kind and i can’t help but-”

and you leaned up, cupping his face in your hands, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. he gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. and then they darkened, looking straight at your lips. he quickly wrapped a hand around your waist, making you yelp as he pulled you right against his body. his lips were back on yours, deepening the kiss with such tenderness that you couldn’t help but melt in his arms.

you pulled away after a while, trying to catch your breath.

“hyunjae is my older brother.”

…

and it’s like the whole world came crashing down on him.

“what?” he squawked.

“he’s my brother!” you laughed. “he disappeared earlier because he had to go and do a study for the major he’s in. eric…” you poked his cheek. “he’s just very affectionate. no need to be jealous. oh, and by the way,” you leaned up, whispering in his ear. “i like you too.”

eric practically almost fainted.

“you like me?” he exclaimed as if you hadn’t just initiated the first kiss. “and wait-” he gasped loudly. “was he doing all that on- on purpose? are you serious? he knew?” he put his face in the palm of his hands with mortification. “i hate that guy so much. and you- you like me?”

you giggled and pulled him into a kiss, interrupting his little crisis.

he quickly forgot about it when he felt your lips against his.

“oh, i could get used to this,” he mumbled, pulling you closer by the waist.

Extra Scene

“why’re you hiding behind a tree?” younghoon remarked, appearing behind hyunjae who seemed to be spying on two people… kissing and giggling.

“oh they’re so cute, those two little lovebirds,” hyunjae snickered. “all thanks to my plan.”

younghoon punched his shoulder, “stop standing there, you dork. you’re going to be late for your first date. enough of playing cupid for one day…”

“never.”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #the boyz x reader #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #eric sohn x reader #eric sohn fluff #requests 💞#fics 💞

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Love of My Lives | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Morpheus is a history teacher and after many lives he finds his wife reincarnated as a student of his.

Pairing: Teacher!Morpheus x Student!Reader

Author’s note: little disclaimer reader is 21 here so no underage romantisazing!

Morpheus had lived many lives and in every one there was you, his beautiful wife Y/N. Like him, you had many names.

Unlike Morpheus you weren’t a powerful entity, you were simply a human whose soul was intertwined with his, bound to meet him in his every step, as a dark apprehensive being, he needed his counterpart, a light at the end of the tunnel, a never ending loving and optimistic person.

But that didn’t make it easier to lose you each and every time, having all your memories be erased from your memory, but it too, gave him a chance to literally make you fall for him each and every day, in any life.

It had been 79 years since you died during World War II as Jewish you were trying to escape your awful destiny, but it was inevitable for you and your family to be taken to the concentration camps.

Even apart Morpheus and you shared many letters each day, until one day you had told him you were sick and it was getting worse and worse.

Sadly, you had passed away in camp, away from your lover and deprived from your freedom. With your passing Morpheus felt adrift to its purest expression, and after finding a bit more stability within himself he decided to spend more time in the Waking World, somehow he managed to get a job at a prestigious university as history teacher (ironically enough but he was good at his job)

Today, marked the first year of Morpheus’ being a teacher and even when it wasn’t truly monumental, something about this day felt different but he shrugged it off and headed to his classroom intending to get everything ready for the newcomers.

While writing on the board thinking back on his lecture for that day when there was a knock on the door, the chalk on his hand fell to the ground when his eyes found yours.

You were even more beautiful than the day he lost you back on that snowy day in 1943. From your hair, to the light blush on your cheeks and that particular glow in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, is this the Mr. Storian’s class?” You spoke with slight confusion looking at your schedule, Morpheus’ had to blink a few times before responding.

“Yes, this is my class, miss…?”

“Oh! I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, sir” you said, hurrying to shake his hand with a smile on your face, tingles run down your spine when your hands touched, almost as if something simply… clicked.

“You’re Professor Lorien Storian, then?” You asked further, still smiling softly but frowning slightly puzzled with the sensation this man provoked in you.

“Yes, I am”

“Lorien was the God of Dreams, at least for Tolkien” you commented, making Morpheus’ eyes shimmer, he had chosen that name for that very particular reason, it was a way of subtly letting in on his identity.

The classes went by as usual, you loved History class more than you ever thought you would and you couldn’t deny Professor Storian was undoubtedly attractive, there was something about him that allured you and it was obvious he felt that attraction as well, but being a student and teacher made it impossible for you to pursue your intentions.

But for Morpheus’ it had been more than enough, he wanted to be with you, touch you, talk to you beyond the banalities of some assignment or exam.

So one day, when the bell rang he gathered the courage to speak.

“Miss, Y/L/N. May I speak to you?” He called out, your cheeks went red as you swallowed harshly, you had never been with him one on one.

“Of course” you muttered softly scared that if you spoke even a little bit louder your voice would crack and he would notice your nerves.

When everyone left, he closed the door and stood right before you while a million thoughts went through your mind.

“You’re not in any trouble, Y/N” it was the first thing he said, your eyes widened, it was almost as if he could hear your thoughts.

“Then what is this about?” you asked feeling your heart beating louder.

“I think we both know we share common interest beyond the academic matter” he spoke softly, you instinctively looked towards the door, you knew no one could see you or hear you clearly, but still talking of this while still on campus felt dangerous.

“I- We can’t speak of this, Mr. Storian” you muttered softly, attempting not to raise your voice for anyone that could be in the corridors.

“Lorien, please” he requested you, you bit your lip it was wrong for you to call him on first name basis, because it was stepping on thin ice, but you were already doing so by being all on your own with him after class.

“Lorien” you corrected yourself, complying to his demand while also testing out the way his name felt on your tongue “If I go further with this, we could get in serious trouble” you tried to reason with him, even when deep down you just wanted to follow your heart and taste his lips, to be embraced by him beyond the rational thoughts.

The Endless nodded, he knew he should back down and listen to you, but he had waited for you years upon years and he wouldn’t waste another second, not when you were right here.

He came closer to your your ear, sneaking his hand on your waist, bringing you closer making you tremble.

“Who’s to find out if we keep quiet?” He whispered in a low husky voice, when he stepped slightly back, your lips were mere inches away and he was the one to pull you out of your misery as he kissed you softly.

You didn’t even hesitate to reciprocate his actions, even as your brain was screaming for you to stop, that this was your teacher, you just couldn’t help but indulge to the feeling of him.

The way his hands wondered on your body almost as if he knew it by heart, the way it was easy for things to get more heated as the passion between you became an overpowering force of action, he refused to let you go, he refused to slow down, to contain himself.

Finally somehow, you found it within you to have enough strength to pull away, you were both breathing heavily as you looked into each other’s eyes processing what just happened.

“I have to go before they suspect anything” you spoke holding his hand, leaving was the last thing you wanted, but you had no other choice.

You looked in your bag, tearing a piece of paper and grabbing a pen, writing something down before giving it to him. He inspected the writing, knowing this was an address.

“This is my apartment address outside of campus” you explained. “We can meet there, at 7, after classes”

Doing this was risky, you could lose your scholarship, even be expelled and him fired, the consequences could be stratospheric, but the more you thought of it, the less you cared.

Because you wanted to continue that kiss, to go even further and not just one time, many times.

Morpheus had to restrain the smile that appeared on his lips.

“I can be there tonight” he said, making you smile with complicity, feeling not even an a bit of guilt, but a rush of excitement instead.

“Tonight” you repeated, coming to an implicit accord before you left his sight.

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formulapai · 4 months

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DAY 6: COLLEGE AU

CLEMENT NOVALAK

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@i-wish-this-was-me

@giada-chan

@havaneselover08

@fangirl125reader

@rheathesimp

@strangemaximoff

PAI’S WORDS: I actually went to uni/college for three years before becoming a florist and studied languages and history (for my French followers : la licence LLCER ANGLAIS ALLEMAND) and it was SO COOL ! So this is purely based on my experience with uni in France :)

“Absolutely not.”

Marcus frowns disapprovingly as he fixes you with a glare before getting back to his notes. It’s 10 AM on a Friday and everyone is preparing for the start of exam season, your first exam being at 8AM on Monday which is clearly a heinous crime against students.

“I don’t see the problem, it’s a good plan !”

James snorts as he watches Marcus’ eyes roll and yours gleam just by thinking about your new idea. As mentioned before, exams season starts in three days, so why in the world would you think it’s ok to organize a barathon, a marathon of bars, this exact weekend ? Don’t get him wrong, he loves to party and loves his barathon even more, but he also loves the idea of NOT failing his exams and his year. You’re pretty studious too, usually, but ever since you’ve got into your head that you wanted to flirt with the student throwing parties left and right, you take every opportunities to go out and meet him. It’s quite funny to see, the usual shy and serious friend becoming a social butterfly when their lover boy comes around. Said man has noticed too, knowing you ever since your first year here and always noticing you in the corner of the lecture hall, intrigued by you for all those years. It might seem cliche, it IS cliche even, the “quiet person with popular person” trope, it sounds like a bad fanfiction and it makes your friends wheeze every time it’s mentioned, but no one can deny how well you two fit.

“Strangely enough I can see A LOT of problems with this plan, YN”

Your excited grin falls slightly as you grumble something under your breath before getting back to your notebook, getting back to the chapter you’re currently working on. Silence falls back between the three of you as you focus on your own notes, all of your studying habits coming back. Marcus taps the pages with his fingers slightly, creating a comforting beat while he bites on his lips. James shakes his legs despite himself, spinning his pen between two of his fingers. You bite the inside of your cheeks and play with your hair every two seconds, eyes going back and forth between your notes and your book. It stays like this for a while until the silence is broken by three chairs scraping next to them, your head snapping up to meet the intruders. Clement sits next to you, grinning sheepishly as he places his stuff on the table, opening his notebook at a random page before taking out a paper bag out of his backpack, sliding it towards you. You eye the bag carefully, opening it slightly and beaming when you notice your favorite snack inside of it, looking back at him.

“- Oh wow, thank you, Clement. How did you know it’s my favorite ?

- Well, I have my ways. I figured you needed it after studying all week.

- I’m the “ways” in case you were wondering.”

James bursts out in laughter at Marcus comment and sees Clement chuckling too, a crimson blush slowly making its way on his face while you’re already beet red. Arthur and Liam are laughing too, having settled on their seats at the same time as Clement, as they watch the flustered person trying to contain their emotions while still staring at their friend. After a few minutes, they all start their studying again, a serious silence falling over. Clement steals glances your way more often than he’d like to admit, barely concealing his smile as he scrutinizes the way your eyes squint ever so slightly whenever you think harder than usual, quickly jolting down words right after. You and him are in the same classes, both studying languages and their history while your friends all study different things that he doesn’t really care about. It’s quite funny to see you this serious now that he’s seen how you are outside of classes and with a little more alcohol in your blood, your contagious laughter resonating between the bar’s walls. He huffs out a quiet laugh before going back to his work, skimming over the pages about lPA and its importance.

“By the way, it’s still a big no for this weekend. If you want to see Clement that much, just go on a date or something.”

You were definitely going to strangle Marcus, you think to yourself as your friends laugh once again, glancing at Clement to see him already watching you with an amused grin.

#f2 #f2 fluff #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #clement novalak #clement novalak fluff #clement novalak x reader #clement novalak imagine

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sea-dukes-assistant · 10 months

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ATTN: The boomers that follow me for some reason

The abuse I'd been getting since this started dropped off roughly 2016, when I told Rachel if she wanted to have a say in what I post, she can pay me. It picked back up roughly the same time Harry was outed as being with his current wife, at the time of the Karen Occupation, and been on the upswing ever since.

For the longest time, I never understood why I received so much negative attention from your particular niche in this fandom. I never spoke to you, minded your business, nor knew you existed, yet you felt the need to mind mine, scold me, yell at me, and speak to me as though I do not deserve respect and decency, perhaps going so far as to hoping one day I'd just eat a bullet.

The theory, which is disturbing at best, for why you project your insecurities onto me (and only me) is that you can't fathom mine and younger generations being so "ourselves" because that was not a thing when you grew up. I'm sorry that was the way it was, but that is not how it is now. Times change, often for the better, even from when I was growing up in the '90s. I'm thankful for this. You lot, however, seem to have taken the fantasy/ideology of "what a man should be" and decided you are disgusted/upset that I do not fall into that mold. So you come into my house and shit all over the place like you ain't got no home training, sending me homophobic messages, personally insulting me and my intelligence, telling me I need to "get my head checked (I've had 2 neuro-pysch exams I promise you my brain functions just fine)," and going out of your way to make me hate myself. Why? So you can fix me and make me the "alpha male" of your fantasies. It's like some form of conversion therapy. This is why you're so obsessed with me. I'm not bitter that nobody else is being hated on; I'M BITTER THAT I WAS/AM SINGLED OUT.

Quite frankly, that's fucking disturbing. I'm 36. I'm a regular guy, enlisted, trying to make it through the next 10 of my career without further damaging my already broken body. I'm nobody. But y'all out here harassing me for *checks notes* living my life and being happy. Not even a single shred of empathy. Just fuckin' "SEND IT" with the constant degradation and berating and lecturing. Fuck sake I serve this country with pride, nearly had the national ensign over my casket and folded and handed to my mother before I hit 30, and this is how y'all gonna act towards me, after walking around with your metaphorical dick out, posting boomer ass Facebook graphics yelling "REPOST THE FLAG OR YOUR A COMMIE?" THAT is some fucking disrespect, not a royal in an honorary position of rank wearing a service's uniform. It's fucking disgusting...oh I'm a "brave PATRIOT" until you find out I wanna fuck some hot British guy's brains out. Then I need to shut up and "eat shit and die."

I'm not a project. I'm not responsible for your issues. I'm under no obligation to be nice to you. Your baggage is not mine to carry. You are responsible for your own behavior. I do have intellectual superiority; this is not me swinging my dick, it is fact. My ASVAB score qualified me for everything except the nuclear field. I learned college-level electronics theory in 9 months. I've had a combined 10 months of specialized training on specific systems, the most recent being the AN/GSC-52B MET. This last advancement cycle I scored in the 93rd percentile overall IN THE ENTIRE GODDAMN NAVY. My job is entirely critical-thinking, problem solving, and written/verbal communication. PEOPLE COULD DIE IF THE AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLERS CAN'T SEE THE PLANES. I have to explain to idiots officers with degrees why I can't connect a system carrying classified data to their unclassified computer to they "don't have to get up" to look at the console. Between you there's...what, 10 brain cells? You think tabloids are classic literature. IT IS A FUCKING FACT, BRENDA.

Oh and the "I hate that you were treated like that/you didn't deserve that BUT" can be shoved up your ass, as well. If that were the case, you wouldn't continue your anonymous! tirade about how I'm a fuck up, need to be nicer, how I'm treated is entirely my fault, and using Prince Philip, who is very much dead despite my wishes, as a way to emotionally manipulate me (an entirely different level of Fucking Disgusting).

The entire fucking audacity. Take your own advice and look in the mirror. YOU are the reason I'm so fucking stressed. YOU are the reason I fucking hate it here and want to leave. YOU are the reason I'm so fucking "rude" and on defense all the time. DEALING WITH YOU IS FUCKING EXHAUSTING.

#it's long I'm sorry #<- that's what Sea Duke said #but there's only so much bullshit I can take #I'm not joking when I tell y'all I hate it here #not my best work but it's honest #boomer women be miserable and I'm not here for that shit #it's very disrespectful to bae

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hey, hi SO KAJAKS i read some of you works and 🛐🛐 damn, it is so good. (but why do you bully my man so much??😭😭 im talkin bout kid lmao)

my request is could you write for (surprise surprise) kid x gn!reader in where he is in a relationship w someone who's... like really quiet in school (plus sleeps in class) but talks waay too much when alone w him (about any stupid thing they like), they're tired 24/7, super sarcastic and love to "trash talk" people w kid (i just see that happening kajsk). and don't worry if you don't like the request or something, feel free to ignore and delete it!!!

a/n - Kajsjsbdjdbc you’re so sweet I’m so glad you like my stuff 🥺 Idk why I bully him sm sorryyy- and oml I feel like kid and reader would literally be the best trash talkers, whispering, gossiping, omg. Yes. And we all love a sleep deprived reader <3

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, sleep deprivation, I might bully kid, I’ll try my best not to :’)

No you.

It was another boring day in class. You felt like you were about to fall asleep, the teacher’s rambling on- whatever little nuances in the historical textbook the class was reading was only feeding your fatigue even more. You fiddled with your pencil, twirling it around in your fingers as you sunk into the plastic chair. The chair wasn’t that comfortable, but with the 1 hour of sleep you got, plus being in class made you think that literally anything was alright to sleep on. Some kid right next to you was diligently copying down every single word the teacher was saying. You looked at the font of the heading of the subject, “Slavery and Plague” was written in glittery pink letters, highlighted with a pastel purple. You could only look at it with a tired and deadpan look, and when the kid looked at you, she had a horrified look on her face. You saw the look in her eyes, that disgusting look of a nerdy tattle tale teacher’s pet. “Ms. Schusterman? The person next to me isn’t paying attention to your lesson!” She shouted in the most prissy, bratty, idiotic sounding voice you’ve ever heard. No one in your class but Kid knew your name, you didn’t think they needed to know, and honestly who cared. You were mostly the quiet kid in class. “I have a name- dumbass..” You muttered under your breath. You looked behind you, across the room until your eyes gazed at familiar, spiky red hair. Eustass Kidd, the scary, intimidating guy that you were together with. He looked over in your direction and he made a dumb face to mimic the girl that just ratted you out. You snickered softly, taking your hood off your head. “Oh really? Miss…” The teacher started to say before frantically scrambling to grab the class seating chart. You couldn’t help but silently try to not laugh while your teacher struggled to find your name according to her seating chart. “Ah, y/n l/n.. I suggest you pay attention, or else you might fail the upcoming exams.” The teacher said with an orderly tone before going back to her lecture. “Thanks a lot nerd.” You muttered angrily at the girl next to you. The girl had the smuggest look on her face, pride written all over her. “Hmph!” She huffed at you, turning back to her notebook and continuing to write her little dumb little notes on her paper. You rolled your eyes, sinking back into your chair, reluctantly pulling your gaze towards the textbook in front of you. You almost felt like slamming the book into the girl’s head, but you didn’t have the energy to do anything. You never did.

Right when the bell rang, you’ve never snapped out of a daze more quickly. You started to pack your backpack, putting your notebook and textbook into the big pocket. The girl walked up to you, unsurprisingly. “So y/n, if you ever need help with like- maybe not failing the tests? You can always ask me! I love helping the dumber kids.” She’d say with her textbook in her arms. She had the most- irritating expression on her face, just her voice made you want to slam her face into the ground. “Just go away. I hate teacher’s pets.” A familiar voice said, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “K-Kid?!” She shouted, her cheeks flushing red. It hit you, Oh my god. This bitch has a crush on Kid- welp- that’s another thing to make fun of. You thought to yourself with a smirk. “What’s wrong? You scared of me? I said scram.” Kid said with a smile, leaning half his body into your back. The girl had the most frustrated expression on her face. It looked like her eyes were about to pop out of her head from embarrassment and anger. “You’re with him?! How could someone like- you end up with him?!” She yelled angrily. “Ohhh so you like him huh?? That’s cute. Maybe you should be with her Kid.” You joked with a lethargic tone, looking up at your boyfriend. He chuckled, smiling at the girl, leaving her speechless. You honestly didn’t know that she had a crush on him, but what better way to make fun of her than this? You hardly had to do any work which was also super convenient. The girl stomped off rather dramatically, and you two burst out laughing. “PFT- THE STOMPS- WHAT A BRAT-!” You cackled, almost falling to the ground in laughter. Kid was also about to collapse, he was wheezing so hard, banging the table form how stupid the girl was. That was a high note to end a school day, and you two still had so much more shit talking to do about the other dumbasses in school.

As you both walked down the pathways shaded by concrete roofs, you saw a classmate walk past you guys. “That’s the guy that farts and blames it on the guy sitting next to him.” You whispered into his ear as he stifled a laugh. “His hair looks like someone dropped the fucking razor.” He whispered back, making you cover your mouth to silence your laughs. You two were like bullies, just silently gossiping and shit-talking random kids that had nothing to do with you. When you saw a boy and girl sitting down together and making out, you tapped Kid’s shoulder, “I saw that dude making out with another girl last period.” You mentioned softly. He snickered, that relationship wasn’t going to last long. “Look at his red hair.. That looks so weird.” A kid whispered as they walked past you two. “Great...” You whispered, sighing sarcastically and leaning against the wall, this was going to be a while. “He even has that ugly shade of red on his nails- dumbass.” The other kid whispered with a silent laugh. Kid saw you already in a comfortable position to take a nap, and he was already storming over towards the two little pieces of shit. “What’d you say about my hair?” He asked, towering over them. They stopped in their tracks and looked up at him, their eyes instantly filled with regret. “W-we didn’t mean it- we promise!” The kid shouted, trying to run away as fast as he could. Kid grabbed both of them, carrying them up by their collars with one hand, “We’re new! We didn’t know-!” They protested, tears of fear starting to well up in their eyes. Kid slammed his fist into their faces, dropping their shaking bodies to the ground. “Welcome, shitheads.” He replied, walking back towards you. He tapped the top of your head, but there was no response, “Y/n.” He said, shaking you by your shoulders gently. Your head was resting in your curled up knees, and your arms were hugging your legs close to your chest. You were completely- asleep… “I’m not carrying you.” He mentioned into your ear, bending down to you. When he still got no response he sighed, “Y/n, you can sleep at home.” He said again, knocking on your head. “Leave me alone. I’m tired.” You replied, shifting away from him. Kid was often offended by other people- but never you. This time, that was actually kind of offensive to him. He got a bit sad, but looked angry instead. “That was rude, asshole.” He grumbled, grabbing you by your arm and slinging you over his shoulder with ease. “Yet you’re still carrying me.” You muttered into his ear with a tired smile. His cheeks flushed red, and he grunted, “I’m going to fucking drop you.” He replied threateningly. “Aaaaaaah I’m so scared..” You said with a very, very, unfazed sounding tone. You yawned, leaning your head in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms and legs around him, nuzzling into his body warmth. If there was one thing that made Kid shut up, it was when you’d fall asleep on him. He instantly shut his mouth, keeping one arm around you to make sure you wouldn’t fall off of him. A soft smile spread across his face as he gazed at your sleeping figure, “Night, y/n.”

a/n - I didn’t bully him ✨\(//∇//)\✨ (I’m so proud) I was rlly sleepy when I did this so I think it was a bit accurate hehe

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zhongrin · 9 months

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I got permission♡♥♡♥

Alright so my head has been filled with many school au with the genshin man

Imagine a rival to lover where the genshin men is a transfer student and stole your place in the academics throne.

Also I'm soo sorry but somehow this turn to some brainrot dump, I swear I was just going to do some light brainrot but it suddenly became a whole hc instead (and if you wondering yes I have a bias I'm so sorry I can't help it when I'm thingking of any genshin men, my hubby he's always come up and take most of the brainrot instead of anyone else)

Alhaitham who's just causally take your 1st place and all of this attention by not even trying (man is already a A+ student, and bless with faces of art). Him Who's not bother with you at first, before you start to match his exact score, him who's annoyed that he has to share the number 1 rank with you. Him who like to see your reaction when he score a whole 0.1 point higher than you, it was a bother hearing your claim of 'I will take you down! You'll see!' Or ' hah, I'm just going easy on you!! I would've drop you to 2nd place if I were serious!' He knew very well that's not the case and you've try your best. But he was also the one suddenly become petty (being all pouty and more snarky with his word with you) when you score just a bit higher in some exam, suddenly he's is intrigued with you who label him as your sworn enemy, he was the one now to search for you (discrete and with a lot of fabricated stuff saying it's more easier for him to find you than "seeing you running along the school ground like a madman" for him) and compare his score with you. You wouldn't notice but in times you need reassurance he will willingly without a doubt, help you study in his own way of pointing mistake and make sure you got the right material for the exam(along with his little touch up note he slide in the material).

Now imagine a transfer student zhongli, he won't be in 1st on the very first day. But I can assure you it's because he's still trying to be comfortable with his new environment. Once he's comfortable enough he will start to climb his way up without a sweat, and you cant even hate him for it. Man is a walking archive, hes sound like he live for Ages with all of the knowledge he has retrained in his head. Zhongli will be the type of rival to step down if you look down after seeing you look devastated, but once you told him not to hold back.....he won't. A gentleman who will now sit beside you during lecture to help you beat him yourself, him who share his note with you when you forgot to brought yours, him who would tutor you after class (if you accept that is) when he realize you were struggling in one of the class. And you really can't seem to hate him for doing all of this thing, not when he radiates a innocent aura when he offer you help. A sign he's not doing it to mock you but simply just to help you. before you know it, you have become close enough to rely on each other, with you coming to him everyday to chat with him, listening to his story, studying with him and all sort of stuff. Before he know it he become attach to you, starting to calling you dear from time to time when your alone (definitely caught you by suprise the first time ( not him saying "why not, you are dear to me " in his handsome face and smile) you ask about the endearment he calls you), him having to always care for you and look out for you, and him beeming with happiness when he know you near with him, he's only wait for time for you to fall and show sign of acceptance to him before he can tell you what he feel about you.

Now for the worse type of transfer student, wanderer. He's the type of guy who will take the 1st spot because he can, the type of person who will not even give a care in the world when everyone is either flocking at him for his beuty and smart or hated his gut and blunt talk. Oh no, he has no interest in that, but then you came up to the picture, saying he was your sworn enemy. Trying soo hard to beat him in a test, talking back at his snide remark with other snide remark, challenging him to try harder when he realizes your catching up to him. Reminding him that he's not the only one who say something snide at people, having fun seeing you banter around with snide remark along with exposing each other flaw (in line of course, won't be there to say something that would hurt each other for real) for the whole class to hear. Oh he's very much intrigue now, not only you were now catching up, now he also has to protect his pride from your snide remark about him. He see you as his rival now, from time to time you and him would fight over who would get the highest score, who has grown taller than before (we know who at this point lmao) and seeing who has the better physics. It wouldn't get long before he start to anticipate seeing you all work up with his high score, or when you have the brightest smile when you beat him slightly in a test. Him who suddenly become more soft (without you knowing) with you, constantly tormented you for having eye bags while he look like a panda himself. with how he start to study seriously for you to not catch up with him, him who would scold mock you for not having time to eat breakfast because of studying while he grumply place a cafeteria meal in front of your desk with your favorite drink. Him who suddenly glare at anyone who talk to you, taking all of your attention from him, him who suddenly keep bringing 2 lunch when you stop bringing yours because you want to focuse on study, he who would grumble how he didn't have 2 lunch because he me made on purpose for you but because his little sister make too much ("why would I made a lunch for someone who can't even take care of themselves, hah! Be grateful my sister made a mistake! I'm simply treating you like a dumpster for my sister overflowsbad food" (obviously a lie ;) ) and he who would make sure you keep up with class with how he kick your legs to wake you up or how he would oh so gracefully lend you his note book when you forgot to bring yours. It was a clear image for the class how wanderer have seen you as someone more than just a rival, for now the class only have to wait for him to be brave enough to confess or you to finnaly notice and confess (the class even bet who will be the first to let go of their ego to finnaly confess)

crying and sobbing at al haitham and zhongli. esp zhongli bc that kinda sound so similar to my own crush-slash-rival back then sobsob.

we used to compete for 1st place throughout the years of school and i've only managed to beat him once - and boy that felt so good. he congratulated me and everything too so it was a bonus >:) the cutest thing was that we'd always sit together on classes (our school allowed free seatings) instead of sitting together with our friend groups and everyone would tease us for it but we never cared. he was super fun. we'd geek about FMA together and he'd show me his drawings and stuff. and he'd get sulky whenever another guy patted my head or pull on my arm and i'd get sulky whenever he talked to this girl who's also good at english to ask questions instead of me- jfc my romance life back then was so adorable what tf happened it's so dry now orz

(healthy) academic rival is my secret weakness aughskfjkdjdks these are all so cute... i hope yall who's still at school can have these endearing moments. ik the general trope is that school sucks and it's hell, and depending on your circumstances that's probably true. but from my experience, i still feel feel like making lasting connections is much more easier in school environment. i miss my school days. i hope you all can enjoy it at the fullest while you're there. you can't rewind time, after all.

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: reirea-002 #this was super endearing i love them altho i want to punt wanderer like bOI-

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arunikanaya · 3 months

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You and her are a match made in heaven.

I heard a lot about you.

You are a prodigy. But more than that, you are a hardworking man.

I don't like it when people say something about you like "Ah, he just a diligent guy so that's why he got it. It's not like he's gifted or what."

Hello, it's so easy for you to comment like that. Oh yes, sure he does a hard work, like everyone should be. But to get that point, it's a combination of hard work, luck, and a certain degree of intellegent. This field is so fucking hard, you think anyone could comprehend it as quick as he does?

If it's that easy, can you do it as well?

And oh, our mutual friend told me about you when we were in our clerkship year. You made a very meticulous notes that he always use whenever there was an upcoming exam. And that instant moment, I thought to myself, "ah this guy is really something."

I always hate it when people say that it's just because of your hard work as it is as easy as breathing. It was tough, hard work has never been easy for anybody. You endure a lot, I'm so proud of you. And for them to say that is ridiculing and condencending and so ignorant. It sounds like belittling your enourmous hardwork, filled with effort, passion, tears and endless sacrifices.

And there is this girl, your girl, that is just a cool as you. And when the rumor spreaded, I nodded in agreement though my heart was bleeding as hell.

This girl is your equal. I see it, I hear it, and I feel so devastated. I'm happy for you guys but I'm just sad to myself because it's not me.

She is awesome. And pretty, not gonna lie.

Since the first day of my medical school, seeing her in the classroom never failed to cease me of how beautiful she was. Even I admit it as a girl, she's so pretty.

Then God be like, "Okay, I add a little sprinkle." She's so smart, as hardworking as you are. From our mutual friend, I heard that she was the saviour of the group. She could answer a lot of the lecturer's questions therefore the group was't chaotic.

And her coass mate said, "Thank you teacher, you're the best." Indicating she helped her teammate in their studies as well. Oh my God, you're so awesome!

And then, her personality, don't ask me. She's so fun to be around, she's assertive and has a charismatic air around her. Oh my, she's the type of girl I want to be.

That's why I am so sad.

It's not only that I get this unrequited love, but also, I haven't been in a position where I wanna be in life.

Am I okay?

Ask Nam.

Me when i figured out you guys were dating.

Silly of me to think that there was a chance.

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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Harry Styles x University!Reader

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin

author’s note: Harry Styles having a “normal” girlfriend is living in my head rent-free. So, here it is. matt_james is the reader’s best friend! I’m apologizing for the lengthy thing, but I figured out to cheat around the 10 picture limit on the app, so deal with it :* This is not the first part of my small series revolving around the meet cute blurb I had written some time ago. This one here is much older *doesn't dare to look at the date written on the draft* Btw: I put a two-week break into his tour (between the European and the NA leg). Deal with that as well :* This is only barely proofread, I'm sorry!

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»ynoncloudnine changed handle to yninhell«

matt_james At least the weather is nice enough to study outside 🤷🏾‍♂️

[tagged yninhell]

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juneli my shift is almost over! Do you need a refreshment for your hard work? <3

↳ yninhell Uhm… yes please?! 😦

↳ matt_james You’d be my new favorite person of the year.

↳ yninhell HEY! ☹️

↳ juneli Your favorites are on the way! And don’t try to fool me, matty. We all know that YN will always be your favorite person ❤️

oscaratty How much longer will you stay? My last lecture got canceled, and I could use some study time with my friends.

↳ yninhell Did you check the calendar? If yes, you’ll know how long we’re gonna stay 💀

↳ oscaratty It’s this bad?

↳ yninhell Yeeeep. Please remind me again why I decided to study law?!

↳ matt_james Because you’re one of the smartest people on this planet?

↳ yninhell stop over exaggerating, thank you very fucking much.

↳ juneli Love, he is right. Look at all the scholarships you have. It’s okay to brag, especially when it’s earned 😚

↳ yninhell 🙄🙄🙄

↳ yninhell Still, it feels wrong.

↳ matt_james 😯😐

yninhell Can someone bring me my boyfriend back? I think he got wrongly delivered ☹️

I can’t even tag him because he never told me his gram name. Well, not the one for me, at least.

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gemmastyles Excuse me, he forgot what?! HAROLD!! hazmissesyn

↳ yninhell thank you, you are a total gem, G 🥹 You are forgiven, Harold. That name saved you

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↳ hazmissesyn I thought I’d never see the next day 🫣 I am so sorry, sunflower. I’m never thinking about IG, but I know how much you use it, so I should’ve thought about it. Will you forgive me entirely? ❤️

↳ yninhell Already forgiven, love ♥️

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↳ gemmastyles The world is back in order 🥰

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hazmissesyn Oh, my darling love 😢 Should I make a detour before heading to Bologna?

↳ yninhell No. NO! ‘s alright, really. I’m just not used to not having you around, that’s all. Btw I am really sorry for not being able to come with you 😔

↳ hazmissesyn Darling, please. We had this conversation a long time ago. You’re doing what you love, and I am so proud of your academic achievements, my angel ❤️

↳ yninhell Okay 🥺😔 I love you, you know that, right?

↳ hazmissesyn Of course I do, sunflower ❤️ I love you too ❤️

↳ juneli Hi, don’t mind me, I just wanted to let you know that you two are the sweetest, bye!

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matt_james You need some company, rainbow?

↳ yninhell 👉🏻👈🏻 Yes 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ matt_james On my way with some sugar reinforcements 👌🏻

yninhell I got flowers. He sent me flowers. I never got flowers before. I’m crying over a bunch of flowers and a simple little note.

I’m mentally at a very stable and steady place, yes.

I’m gonna leave now because I have a date with the screen of my mac to see my man sing while studying until my brain dies.

Bye.

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annetwist Sweetheart, do you want to come over? We could enjoy the weather in the garden, eat enough cake for a school class, destress from all these exams you handle like a champion, and just enjoy each other’s company? The cats miss you too.

↳ gemmastyles I could make a detour on my way home! I wanted to go anyway ❤️

↳ yninhell Really? You’d do that? 🫣

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↳ gemmastyles Of course, silly. You’re practically my sister at this point. I would do anything for you, sunny ❤️

↳ yninhell Okay, but only if it’s really not a hassle for you, G 🫣

↳ gemmastyles On my way!

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↳ annetwist Drive safe, Gem! See you soon, my gorgeous girls! ❤️

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hazmissesyn Damn, I knew I’d make it worse.

↳ jefezoff Told you those flowers weren’t the greatest idea.

↳ pillowpersonpp Urgh, men. Always have to explain everything to you. See, those flowers didn’t do anything. They’re only flowers. But it probably reminded her that she still has a week to push through. Give this woman some credit.

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↳ jefezoff Oh.

↳ hazmissesyn Thanks, S ☹️

oscaratty And still you manage to look stunning. Mind telling me your secret?

↳ yninhell Years of practice, Attenbourgh. And years of fake it till you make it attitude.

↳ oscaratty Welp, that explains some things.

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hazlovesyn Look at my gorgeous sunflower.

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mitchrowland Enjoy the break, man!

jefezoff We’ll see you in two weeks ❤️

juneli Hi thanks for allowing me to follow you and thanks for making her so happy byyyye

↳ hazlovesyn Thank you for watching after her while I was on tour ❤️

↳ juneli You don’t have to thank me (or us). That’s what best friends do 😊

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yninhell So many pictures with my face on them help.

↳ hazlovesyn I have even more 👀

↳ yninhell You are crazy, love 🫣

↳ hazlovesyn For you? Yes.

↳ yninhell You cheesy bastard 🥰

↳ hazlovesyn Your cheesy bastard 😚

↳ matt_james Awwww. Look at you two 🥰

pillowpersonpp We are really trying to give you some time alone, but I wanna see my friend again, soooo… we’re coming over in a couple of days. Just to give you a heads up x

↳ yninhell S!!!! I’m gonna bake you your favorites. Still up for chocolate fudge mitchrowland?

↳ mitchrowland Definitely! but you don’t have to bake. We can bring something from that patisserie around the corner. You have enough on your plate already.

↳ yninhell Oh, please. Why spend money if we all know that you love my stuff the most 🫣

↳ hazlovesyn I’m teaming up with my gorgeous girl. Plus, baking is her downtime

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↳ pillowpersonpp I’m not saying no to the promised goods 👀

»yninhell via stories«

matt_james Enjoy it to the fullest!

oscaratty A baby suits you.

↳ yninhell Yeah, but not my current life“style”

juneli You look stunning, he looks stunning, everyone looks stunning and is his sister single and interested in woman? Asking for a friend

↳ gemmastyles That is very sweet of you, but I’m in very good hands 😙

↳ juneli Well, at least no one can say I didn’t try ☺️

harrystylesfanpage Harry spotted today in Oxford, England!

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hsfan1 What is he dooooooooing there?

hsfan2 The most important question is: for who is that food in his hand? I saw some more pictures of him in that café, clearly choosing stuff he'd never eat O.O

↳ hsfan3 🤔😦

↳ hsfan4 I don't want to jinx anything, but he was seen there so often by now. Maybe he had a secret girlfriend 🥹🤭

↳ hsfan2 Would explain the weird food buys

hsfanpage Could we please talk about how at ease he looks??? Not a single care in the world 🥺

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hazlovesyn I love you with every fiber of my being, sunflower.

[tagged ynoncloudnine]

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juneli I missed that smile on her face.

↳ matt_james Same

ynoncloudnine I love you more, baby 🥺

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↳ hazlovesyn ☺️😘

oscaratty You two need to bring some sunshine back from Italy!

↳ ynoncloudnine I mean, I could try and ask miss sun very nicely?

↳ oscaratty Much appreciated 😎

↳ hazlovesyn She'd be at your feet, darling, because you're the prettiest sunflower

↳ ynoncloudnine 🥺🥺🥺

↳ oscaratty I really am happy for you both, but please THINK ABOUT ALL THESE SINGLES HERE 😭

annetwist Enjoy the downtime, my two loves 💕

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↳ hazlovesyn Yes, mom ❤️

pagesix Singer Harry Styles was spotted at various places along the Italian coast with a mysterious woman. According to their familiarity with one another, it is not far-fetched to say that the most eligible bachelor of the music industry is... off the market?!

Click the link in our bio to see more pictures of the supposedly happy couple!

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hsfan1 Not page six again. Damn.

hsfan4 This is such an intrusive behavior towards them both. I'm so sick of all these tabloids.

↳ hsfan2 No wonder he keeps his life as private as possible x.x

mymanharry KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN BITCH

harry_fangirl But... I love him and want to be with him 🥺😭

↳ hsfan3 Not to be the bad news bearer, but he doesn't know that you even exist, sweetie. So, shut up 😙

harrystylesfan I hate these pictures SO much, but I'm happy to see him this happy.

↳ hsfan7 Same. The struggle is real tho because we all know how much his privacy means to him.

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hsfan8 Okay, but they look hella cute together.

harrystylesupdate More leaked pictures of Harry with the mysterious woman!

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harrystylespage Oh, c'mon! First page six, now you too??? This is disgusting

hsfan1 Take these pictures down, NOW.

hsfan3 This is clearly a massive violation of his privacy. You're better than this.

hsfan4 I feel so sorry for her. I'm glad the media didn't already find out her name, and she's still safe from those bloody scavengers.

↳ harrystylesfan totally agree. But I fear it might not be long until they find out 🥺😭

↳ hsfan4 We will protect her on social media because she probably makes him super happy and doesn't deserve an ounce of hate.

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dailymail The search has found its end! The mysterious woman who was seen with singer-songwriter and Grammy Award winner Harry Styles on various occasions in the past week now has a name to the pretty face: YN LN, a praised law student at the prestigious Oxford University. Sources close to her say that she and Harry grew up together but lost contact after the start of One Direction. Years later, they met coincidentally in London and revived their friendship—which obviously developed to more!

Check out the link in our bio for the full article about YN LN!

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harrystylesfan Ooooh, you poor bastards.

hsfan1 He will sue your sorry ass.

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ynandharry She turned her Instagram private the second this shitpost was released.

harrymylove that YN bitch has to keep her hands off my boyfriend.

hsfan2 I feel so sorry for these two

↳ hsfan3 Me too. They don't deserve this.

i_love_YN poor babies 🥺❤️

harryismyman How this could've been me, wow.

↳ hsfan4 No, you bloody idiot.

hsfan5 All these people now screaming "this could've been/is supposed to be me": You need a reality check, fucking hell.

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"No!"

The usually soft voice was filled with rage and hell-deep anger as it broke out of her almost shaking body. Her hands were formed into fists, and her heart ached at the thought of what Oscar had done.

How he had broken her trust.

How he had broken Harry's trust.

It made YN feel sick to her very core, almost unable to look into his crushed face, the same tears brimming his eyes she felt. They soon would break the barrier and escape her eyes, the woman was sure of it.

But not now. Not in front of him.

"You will shut your fucking mouth and listen to me, Attenbourgh," YN practically seethed, heart hammering in her chest, the sounds drowning everything around her. "You talked to these idiots! You spilled every single thing they wrote about me! You told them everything about our relationship! You are the reason why they won't leave me alone and why they keep on printing bullshit after bullshit!" The brunette took a shaky breath while one hand rubbed over her cheeks to eliminate every single trace of potential tear shedding. "I thought you were my friend, Oscar. I really, really thought you were my friend who I could trust with everything. But you broke every tiny piece of trust I have ever held for you."

YN felt so worn out. Exhausted. Ever since the first article had made its presence known on the internet, her phone didn't stop ringing. Everyone wanted to be her friend now. Everyone wanted to have a piece of the fame she never asked for. And then, June had called her and told her what Oscar had done. Now, the only thing she wanted to do was to bury herself in Harry's arms and disappear from this planet entirely.

Maybe they could move to the moon.

"YN, please, you have to listen to me!" A sad laugh escaped her at that, and she put the cup of soothing lavender tea a bit too hard down onto the kitchen counter between them. "Why? Hm? So you can lie right into my face? Is that giving you some sort of sick high? I could fucking sue your sorry little rich kid ass, but I just want you gone." She really didn't want him longer in her life than she could humanly endure.

But Oscar didn't grant her this wish, of course not. Instead, he rounded the small kitchen island YN had used as a distancing method, and suddenly, she felt herself cornered as he stepped closer and closer. "You have to understand me, YNN. My parents, they... they cut me off after I told them I would never break up with Jonathan, and... Fuck, I know I made a mess, but fucking hell, they said they wouldn't publish everything and only the parts about Harry and you, and they paid good, and I needed that money to-..."

YN wasn't sure when she had decided to raise her hand and slap his face. The only thing she knew was that she silenced him immediately, and the palm of her hand started to burn like hell. But she didn't even flinch at the pain.

"Fuck. Off."

Oscar couldn't move an inch before a set of feet stepped into the room, and another voice spoke up. "You heard her, mate. Fuck off," Harry almost growled and waited until the defeated man indeed left the apartment before he hurried himself over to YN and gently grabbed for the hand she still had slightly raised. "Oh, love," he whispered at the sight of the skin turning an angry shade of red. Softly, he coaxed her over to the sink and turned the cold water on, slowly pulling her hand under the stream. "I didn't know I would slap him." Her voice seemed far off, as if she was trapped in her own head, and Harry pulled her into his chest, bent his head, and pressed several kisses all over her forehead. "I'm just as surprised as you, love. But he deserved it, so don't beat yourself up too much about it. My wonderful, badass girl."

At least I made her smile, the singer thought as soon as he caught the twitch of her lips and couldn't help himself. He kissed them softly before turning his attention back to YN's hand. "Feelin' better?" At her nod, he hummed lowly and turned off the water, and dried her hand off but didn't release her out of his arm. But YN wouldn't think about leaving the safest place in the world.

"I'm sorry," she suddenly whispered, and Harry made her look up at him, nudging her face upwards with a finger under her chin. "For what on earth are you apologizing, love?" YN shrugged and swallowed dryly. "For exposing your privacy to the world. For making this mess. If I weren't me, if I were some sort of famous individual, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But... but I'm just me. A poor law student, a nobody. And they won't stop any time soon to drag every piece of information about us, about you, out in the open because it's quick money for them." Ever since she had seen those pictures—and had read every single article circulating the web—YN had felt awful, even though it wasn't even her fault. But her brain couldn't leave her alone.

"Hey Hey Hey." Harry pulled her back into reality, out of her thoughts, by cupping her face with both hands and leaning their foreheads against each other. YN took a deep breath, inhaled his soothing scent, and listened to his calming voice. "It is not your fault. Never was, never will be. You're not a nobody, you're bloody everything to me. And even if you were a famous individual, to use your words, they would be just as much at your throat as they're now. I'm used to this. I'm used to seeing how every single of my steps and my entire life gets analyzed by people who never knew me and never will know me. But you are not. And I will do everything to keep you as safe as I possibly can, my love. I promise."

And YN knew that he meant every single word as she looked into his mesmerizing eyes and nodded, barely palpable. "Okay," she whispered against his lips and accepted the tender kiss of his soft mouth. "Could we... could we go and see your family? Just... getting out of here, turning off our phones, and ignoring the world until you have to leave for your North America tour leg?" Harry smiled gently at her request and kissed her another time, just because he could. "Of course, love. Anything you want."

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variety We had the honor to speak with singer-songwriter and Grammy Award winner Harry Styles during his short break from his Love On Tour world tour.

"It's fascinating—well, fascinating is the wrong word, but I can't come up with another one. But in a weird way, it's fascinating how people who will never know you personally assume the strangest of things only to enrich themselves through other people's lives. It is one thing to do this with people like me—people in the spotlight because we choose this life freely. But it's a whole other thing to do this to people who never wanted this. And no, the fact of dating a human being standing in the spotlight doesn't change a thing about this. We really need to start treating other people's privacy as something sacred again because that's what it is: a space no outsider is supposed to be let in, not even by brutal force."

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juneli 💯

hsfan1 "This will be the only thing I'll say about my relationship until she tells me a further reaching Okay: YN is the most incredible woman on this planet, and I was never happier in my life. So, yes, I have found my match." Gosh, Harry 🥺❤️

↳ hsfan2 He is basically perfect!

↳ harrystylesfan I'm so in love with how he treats her and how he checks in with her if it's okay to talk publicly about them. That's how you do it. That's healthy communication.

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ynandharry I love seeing him this content and happy :)

i_love_YN i think they will be okay. More than okay 💕

hsfan3 He called the tabloid's bullshit out, and I'm sure he already sues the shit out of them.

↳ hsfan4 He actually said something about that. Well, he hinted at it almost at the end: "You do know that my woman is studying law and probably knows every single way of how to sue someone by heart?"

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↳ hsfan3 I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR 😂❤️

hsfan5 I love Happy!Harry. I love their relationship. It's so good for him 💕

matt_james A trip to the bookshop around the corner is better than therapy.

Her words, not mine 👀

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ynoncloudnine I mean, it's true.

↳ juneli I 100% agree

↳ ynoncloudnine Plus, books are way cheaper than therapy. And not so mentally exhausting 😎

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hazlovesyn And there I thought she would only look at me that way 😦

↳ matt_james Sorry, mate. Guess you got outsourced 🤔

↳ ynoncloudnine Oh, please. You knew I love books... just as much as I love you 😙

↳ hazlovesyn That thinking took a bit too long for my liking 🥲

↳ matt_james Don't worry, Harry. She definitely loves you more. She can't shut up about you 👀

↳ ynoncloudnine Yuuuup 🤭

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ynoncloudnine You will always be the keeper of my heart.

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hazlovesyn ❤️❤️❤️

gemmastyles Too. Freaking. Cute. For. My. Heart

juneli 😭❤️

matt_james I called "soulmates" a long time ago 🥰

annetwist My amazingly strong girl. I could not be more proud of you 💕

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gemmastyles She will eat you alive.

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This got way longer than initially planned, but I started this last summer, and now I couldn't stop (no, I didn't get lazy towards the end, nope, nope, nope lol). I think it's bad, but I still hope y'all liked it <33

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