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mizusnose · 3 months

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MORE COMPETENT MIZU FICS PLSSS

Tutor Mizu x Reader

okay okay okay SO: competent, a little mean and degrading Mizu who is top of her class and is the TA for organic chemistry with a side gig of private tutoring for money.

Summary: You’re failing orgo, so you decide to hire a tutor—little do you know it’s your class TA who you happen to have a massive crush on.

1.1k words, Slightly NSFW

Mizu arrives to your apartment five minutes late, and you lay down your hair and fix your sweater before you open the door. She’s tall against the backdrop of your hallway, a loosely slung bag around her broad shoulders sits against her waffle-knocked thermal, the golden chains around her neck dance in the light.

You invite her in, ask if she’d like some water, she accepts and you both eventually make it to your desk in the corner of your room.

She deftly sets up next to your laptop and notebook, her fingertips pink and long against the wood of the desk. You force yourself to look away, a thundering in your throat.

You never thought you’d be such a cliché: crushing on your TA. Yet, as Mizu wraps her palm around the glass of water and takes gulps of water, you can’t help but trace the movement: your eyes entranced and distant.

“Okay, aldol condensations.” She grunts against the wet of her mouth, wipes it off on her wrist, the cloth of her long sleeve, “What did you get on the last exam, and what’s your current grade.”

“Getting right into it.” You joke, crossing your legs and picking at the edge of your paper: your nerves apparent.

“I’m efficient.” Mizu says tartly, pushing her curled bang away from her face with the eraser end of her pencil.

You tell her your grade and your last exam results. The look on her face reveals nothing but you can feel a sense of something there. You wait as she starts writing something on her own notebook.

“My email, my number. If you have any questions outside of class or tutoring—I’ll respond within the hour.” She tears the paper and sets it in front of you. Her hands almost fit against the entire page, very nearly.

You nod, taking the paper and watch as she bends over to grab highlighters and colored pens from her bag. A stretch of skin above her hip is revealed before it’s covered as quickly as it appeared.

Mizu doesn’t ask about your flushed face, instead starts on the mechanisms behind carbonyls and electrophiles. You keep up as best as you can, and when you ask for a recap on certain parts, Mizu backs up easily, explains it slower and asks follow up questions. She’s a good tutor, and you think how steadfast she is.

Even in lecture, she comes over to you after and lets you ask her questions about that day’s concepts, draws the mechanisms out on your notebook so you can reference it later. In those moments, she’s pressed above you, a pillar you can rely on, someone you’d do anything for: including getting a good grade on your next exam.

Mizu has made it clear throughout the tutoring sessions: you’ve gotta do fairly well on the next exam to pass.

So, the days leading up to the exam, she’d accepted your invites for extra sessions. You’d convinced her to come over more often and stay longer with the prospect of a meal.

Take-out of her choice since you couldn’t cook. You were getting the hang of it all fortunately, and Mizu was the happiest you’d ever seen her as she ate. It was nice, nearly domestic, almost.

So when you messed up on a fairly simple reaction, the cold of Mizu’s eyes opened a wide feeling in your belly, in your gut.

“This is clearly wrong.” She’d say, the pencil marks smeared against her fingers, “You’re smarter than this.”

And you’d nod, and you’d apologize, your legs rubbing together. A heat boiling.

The next time Mizu came over, you’d bought a bottle of wine for the occasion: the last session before the exam.

“Oh?” Mizu’s hands wrapped around the neck of the bottle, an easy grip, hold steady and warm. Your jaw went slack, nearly noticeable had you not looked away and hummed a yup!

You didn’t drink often, so you made sure to get a sweet flavored red wine. Mizu’s mouth was a dark wipe of sangria, her stained lips a near perfect sight in your bedroom—against your desk.

“This is wrong.” She’d grunt.

And oh, you’d think, her voice.

“I thought that—“

“This is a primary alcohol. It reacts with an acyl halide, to form a..?”

And she’d look at you. Her eyes dilated and her cheeks and jaw flushed, a strand of fair sticking to her forehead.

“A..um, a carboxylic acid?”

And she’d frown, a cute scrunched up thing, and you’d stutter an apology, head light and mouth heavy.

“Wrong.” It was mean, the way she said it. An annoyed thing that pushed out of her easily, you shivered at it all “You know I didn’t tutor you all this time for you to fail.”

She pressed her hand against your forehead then, your cheek, your neck, the curve of your shoulder.

“Are you that drunk you’d forget everything I’ve taught you?”

Her touch was a heated weight, and you shook your head and she grabbed your chin, directed your gaze at her: an anger flared in her eyes, one barely veiled behind the alcohol.

“Hm?”

You kissed her then. It was easy, the way you leaned in and tasted her. The wine on her lips was still there and you wondered if her tongue was stained in it too—wanted to find out desperately suddenly. So you opened your mouth, and found yourself shocked as Mizu followed, her breath a hot push into your mouth, the roof of it.

She pressed you against your chair, into the bend of the back and straddled you.

“Hah.” Her lips were puffy, a faint velvet. You watched as she observed your face, a hesitance there that dissolved when you let your jaw fall, mouth open, “fuck.”

She kissed you this time, an insistence that made you press your knees together and squirm. The kisses only became heavier, longer, then quick, then slow again.

By the time you’d both calmed down, Mizu’s dress shirt was ripped open, the bones of her chest exposed. A faint mole visible beneath her collarbone. You kissed it and left a mark.

“This isn’t very helpful for you right now.” Mizu commented. Her lips wet and dark. You wanted more, “Your exam..”

“‘ts okay.” You reassure, holding the small of her back in your palm.

She rolled her eyes, set both her hands on either side of your head and gave you a glare, “You better not fucking fail.”

You grinned, a dopey, kiss-happy one.

“Okay.” you whisper, kissing her once more.

The day your exam results arrive, you get the highest score, and Mizu eats you out as a reward.

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So this was very long, but i kinda got really into it at the end so.. thanks for the ask!

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x fem!reader #ask me anything #tutoring

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fayrobertsuk · 2 months

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It's been a long year and it's only February…

Well, it's time to put this out there: I've had a fairly shitty few years (like, haven't we all, obviously), but it's included a long, expensive legal battle against unscrupulous cysts, which is finally concluded satisfactorily save being left somewhat skint on the other side of it. Doesn’t help that said battle meant that I had to move house - not exactly a low activity on the expense and stress scales…

So I'm looking for extra work, to help while we wait for the Luxury Space Communism to kick in (I'd settle for Universal Basic Income or an end to the Housing and Cost of Living Crisis, tbh).

Things I do to a professional standard include:

Creative Mentoring and Tutoring (writing and performance techniques, especially for poetry - bespoke or standard workshops available for groups as well as one-to-one).

Project Management (feeling overwhelmed by a project you want to get off the ground and/ or run within budget and timescale? I can help with that).

Business Change Management (you need to expand or shift your business focus? I can help that happen in a well-managed fashion).

Performance Poetry (got a bunch of poems, 18 years' experience delivering them live, and a nice voice).

Writing to Commission (especially poetry, but I write both fictive prose and essays too).

Voice Acting and Narration (I've acted in audio dramas and narrated short stories, training videos, and so far one documentary).

Book and Pamphlet Production (I operate a small press).

Basic website setup and maintenance.

Training on any of the above.

I have a sliding scale of rates depending on customer circumstances, and you can book me for a free initial consultation via my website: https://www.fayroberts.co.uk/crass-commercialism/services/

And if you fancy just sending me money because you're generous, I have a ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/fayroberts

#fay speaks #personal plea #please share #professional services #project management #business change management #poetry #creative writing #training #tutoring #mentoring #voice acting #freelance #looking for work #ko-fi #commissions open

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lottiestudying · 23 days

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04.04.2024—out of hospital and busy marking papers. fun times

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tetsunabouquet · 4 months

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When Eyes Meet- Kagami Taiga

Aomine - Kise - Murasakibara - Kuroko - Akashi - Midorima A/N: I never actually wrote an x-reader one shot with Kagami before, so I decided to do his entry in the mini series next. The soulmate concept belongs to ElfQuest

Ever since the dawn of humanity, we were born with two names. One we use in our everyday life, and the other is the name of our soul. This is a very special name, an intimate one. It was only to be shared with family or friends as close as kin. It was a private piece of you. But as long as people remember having two names, they can also recall a certain phenomenon that would expose ones soulname to another. This phenomenon, was Recognition. It occured without a pattern or rule to it. There were people who had known one another for years until it happened, but it could also be upon meeting the very person. All one knew, was they locked eyes with one another, and they knew. This was what society would come to refer to as, 'the moment you knew you had found your soulmate'. You hadn't Recognized yet, thankfully. Yes, thankfully, because you preferred to finish high school and get your life together before Mr Right would waltz into your life. You were a goal oriented young lady, even if you said so yourself. Studious and hard working as you are, your friend group consisted solely out of bookworms such as yourself. You were waiting for one as we speak. You expected him to pop out of nowhere, after all, he always did. But, today wasn't like usual, as you spotted the fiery red hair trailing towards you. 'Kuroko brought Kagami along again, huh? What did he flunk this time?' The thought brought a small, amused smile to your face, because as dumb as he was Kagami was always nice and pleasant company. It was rare to meet a guy who was so respectful and relaxed around girls at your age, as everyone else except for the rare soul such as your mutual friend Kuroko seemed to be set ablaze with teenage hormones. With Kuroko, it seemed a given considering his personality, but Kagami was such a typical teenage boy in every other area, that his calm around the opposite sex felt much more surprising to you. You greeted them as they appeared in front of you. "Hello, l/n-san." Kuroko greeted. "Hey l/n-san," came Kagami's more casual greeting. "Shall we go to the library?"

You giggled as you corrected Kagami's homework, Kuroko had went off to get you guys something to drink after sitting in the library for nearly two hours. Kagami's cheeks were a flaming red. "Is it honestly that bad?" He grumbled with a disappointed face. You looked up at him. "You have a lot of spelling mistakes, but I honestly think its kinda adorable." He looked at you surprised, his face a little red. "Is that so?" You hummed in response before you shyly looked back into your textbook, you hadn't meant for your compliment to make him blush and you didn't knew why it made you so happy on the inside. But Kagami kept looking at you, and his intent gaze forced you to make eye contact once more. "Something wrong?" "Eh well, I…" Kagami stumbled nervously and it made your heart halt. "After the Winter Cup and exams are over, would you like going on a date before I go back to the US?" "You're asking me out nearly 4 months in advance?" You asked, frowning. "Well, if things work out it could distract me, and these upcoming months are so important. I seriously want to graduate you know? But I really would like to go out with you at least once before I go back to the US!" Kagami babbled a bit and his anxiety yet level headed thinking came to you as the most delightful of surprises. You smiled and just as you thought Kagami was a guy worth taking a chance on as unlike everyone else he clearly had his priorities straight, it happened. "Iyam?" You asked with our mouth hanging open. "Irhn? He asked, more as a confirmation of the soul shattering event. He couldn't believe his luck, this was pretty much a guarantee that you wouldn't lose interest once he left the country, which had been his biggest worry upon the idea of asking you out. Neither of you noticed Kuroko creeping closer. "From the looks of it, she can't say no to your plans of a long distance relationship." You heard Kuroko's voice and saw him drinking his vanilla milkshake with a smirk. You all laughed, and accepted your own milkshake with a moony grin to match Kagami's.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #kagami taiga #tutoring #kuroko tetsuya #kagami #kagami taiga x reader #elfquest

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gushuwa · 11 months

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3.06.23 hello everyone, look who’s back, back again

How are you doing lovely people? Please tell me, I hate to talk about myself. I’ll give you a lil update: I have signed a lease, I have been very reprimanded at work (nothing crazy, but my Italian ass didn’t expect such a high level of capitalism - I also haven’t been warned, to be fair, so I truly hadn’t any idea of the kind of “business mentality” i had to have. Now I do, so I’m on the right track). I’m very tired, I miss my family, I’ve been working all day and tomorrow, Sunday, I’ll have some more before my lessons next week. I’m happy I’m working things out. My landlady is the sweetest Greek-Canadian woman on the planet and my co-workers are kind and motivated. I’m learning the American way of building sentences, short, simple and to the point. I know my dear Italian poets and writers are screaming in their graves.

I love the blue house next to my work building, that’s my dream house honestly. And I know, I know you’re just as amused as I am about the spicy mafia I found Downtown.

#chaotic academia #my post #chaotic academic aesthetic #books #work life #canada #bookblr #tutoring #Abroad in Canada #deskblr #desksetup #desk aesthetic

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blackjackkent · 9 months

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Offering Free Software/Web Dev Tutoring Sessions on Twitch Stream Once a Month!

OK, the people have spoken! There was a definite expression of interest in coding tutoring when I floated a vague post about it towards the coding side of Tumblr, which was very exciting to see! I am really excited about helping teach new people in the industry, and I conveniently have a Twitch stream where I do lots of coding stuff on Sundays. Seems like these two things go well together! :D

Here's the deal:

For right now, I will allocate the first Sunday of every month on my coding stream to tutoring! This will be two slots of an hour each, one from 11am-12pm Central Time and one from 12pm-1pm Central Time. (Depending on interest, there may be more slots in the future as well. :) ) If you are interested in requesting a slot for tutoring, please fill out this form!

This is a pay-what-you-can offering, and if I offer you a live tutoring slot it will be at no charge! However, I welcome donations to whatever degree you can afford them, after the session, to help keep my stream and other projects going.

Submitting this form does not guarantee I will give you a tutoring session, as some subjects are more conducive to demonstrating on stream than others and some may be too far outside of my expertise for me to be helpful. However, I will try to at least reach out to you and provide some helpful resources if I have any to offer.

If you don't want direct tutoring on stream (or even if you do!), feel free to stop by my Discord server at https://discord.gg/k4gDad5, where we talk about coding, gaming, and plenty of other nerdy stuff! :) Everyone's welcome, just don't be a jerk. ;)

I'll be posting more about this in the future depending on the response I get. Feel free to hit me up with questions if I can clarify anything. :)

Finally - this is a bit of an experiment; I've never tried this before so I will also be learning as I go. :) Suggestions/feedback appreciated.

Thanks for your interest and good luck in your coding adventures!

#codeblr #coding #programming #learn to code #software development #web development #web dev #software dev #tutoring #learn coding #reblog for wider spread if you would :)

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fairyb0ii · 6 months

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If you think that dyslexic/dyscalculic people and ADHDers are stupid or something like that, read this.

Today I was doing Maths homework with one of my BFF.

He's a tutor for middle/high school students.

While we were doing Maths, he told me that I am faster at learning than other students without dyslexia, dyscalculia and ADHD.

He told me that he's proud of me. I'm so lucky to have a friend like him.

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arcanesouls · 4 months

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I work one-on-one or with groups. Choose how many hours a month, how long a class you want, and much more. I focus on meeting your particular needs, handing out clear tasks and keeping art enjoyable! Please DM me if interested or email me at [email protected]

My Art Class Discord: https://discord.gg/c6dGM658un

#art #art classes #tutoring #arcanesouls #fanart #illustration #art tutoring #art tutorship #personalized learning #illustration courses #dnd

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heardatmedschool · 1 year

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“If they don’t like teaching, why the fuck do they work somewhere with the word ‘university’ in the name?”

#medicine #med school #medblr #university #college #high school #education #nursing #tutoring #this was said by a tutor/doctor #she’s my idol #pinned

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immediatesonder · 1 month

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I really hate begging

But I’m a chronically ill transgender college student and I’m in debt. I haven’t been able to work for a few months now. My goal is $100 by the end of the month so I can get out of debt ❤️

My Venmo is sun-and-moon18

I’ll edit your college level (or lower) paper or tutor you! I’m knowledgeable in psychology, biology, human anatomy, animal cognition, scientific method, history, and philosophy. My base price is $8/hr, but it’s a sliding scale ☺️

If you can’t help, I understand, but I ask that you please reblog this.

#help #health #venmo me #donate to my venmo #venmo #charity #chronic illness #transgender #chronically ill #essay #essay help #tutoring

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fayeforrosie · 2 years

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I Will Love You

Irene x Reader

Irene knows your struggling. She knows that your mental health is challenging you. So, she decided shes going to try and help you the best she can, only to find out that she's fallen deeply in love with you.

The first moment you saw Irene you hadn’t really thought much of her. Sure, she was pretty, and smart, and was kind enough to help tutor you in math, the subject in which you struggled the most in. However, with all the astonishing things that came with this beautiful woman, your heart just couldn’t feel anything for her... or anyone. It wasn’t like you didn’t like her, not at all, however with everything that you were going through, it was just too hard to actually find room in your heart to love someone.

Irene knew that you were struggling in your classes before you even knew who she was. Furthermore leading her to the decision of going up to you and finally saying something about helping you with some of your classes. You told her you would think about it, as there is many things on your plate and you don’t believe that you would even have the time to meet up with her, nonetheless, by the end of the day you hunted her down around the campus to tell her that you would do it, but only every other day for an hour.

On the days that you met, Irene was very soft with you and you found comfort in just talking to her. She was of great help and even assisted in boosting your math grade up from a D to a B-, which was “a great start” as Irene would say.

On the days where you wouldn’t meet up, Irene spent almost her entire day planning a sort of “lesson” for you and would even go to the extent of making various worksheets on her computer and printing them out for you to do with her. Sometimes she would make them a little longer just so she could be with you, and sometimes she would purposefully give harder questions so you would ask her about it and she would be able to talk to you a little more.

You didn’t speak much to Irene. You weren’t the one to speak at all really, rather your body language would give a hint at your mood for the day. Irene knew this, and didn’t push you much to speak, however she did push you academically, knowing that you needed it.

It didn’t take Irene long to notice that you were seriously struggling with a sort of mental disorder, however she didn't ask you about it and just kept the knowledge to herself. It hurt her to know that you where struggling so much, especially when evidently knowing that she was in complete love with you.

Everything about you she was in love with. The way your face would scrunch when you where struggling with one of the problems that she had given you. The way you would struggle to keep yourself awake during some of the sessions and she would have to encourage you by giving you all the reasons why the lesson mattered. She loved how shy you would get when you listened to the abundance of compliments that she would toss your way, knowing that you didn’t receive many in your life.

After about two months of Irene tutoring you, you ultimately came to the conclusion that you had grown feelings for her as well. You weren’t comfortable with saying you were in love with her yet like Irene knew she was, however you knew that she was the only special person in your life that could recieve these sort of feelings from you. Nevertheless, you only kept these feelings to yourself, and although you started acting a bit more comfortably around Irene, you never shared how you felt about her, nor have you thanked her for everything she’s done with you. She knew you were thankful, she could tell, however she still contemplated over the thought of if you even loved her as a friend.

No matter how many negative signs you gave about your feelings, Irene still continuously put all her time and effort into making you feel better. She would often stay up until early morning, simply researching facts about how to encourage someone to talk about their feelings more, or how to help someone who is struggling with a mental disorder. She learned many facts about depression that she didn’t know, and took those deeply into consideration.

It seemed, as the tutoring sessions went on, that Irenes entire life now just revolved around you, and she was completely fine with it.

Irene had dreams of waking up by your side and making you breakfast before you woke up, subsequently bringing it to you in bed, where she would lay a sweet kiss on you cheek, and then lips, and you would wake up with a smile to the pancakes she had made you. When in bed, Irene would pretend that you were next to her, sleeping peacefully in her arms, knowing that everything was going to be ok.

That’s all she wanted.

One day, when meeting with Irene for a study session, you noticed that she was not in the usual spot where you two would meet up at for the past five months. Curious, you looked around the library and found her reaching for a book from one of the shelves. Irene felt your presence, and turned to see you looking up at her with a face written of confusion. You didn’t say anything, but only stood there and watched as she finally got hold of the book that she was reaching for.

“Oh y/n, I was waiting for you to come”, she moved a bit closer to you, the book in hand. “This book will help for your history test coming up, if you want we can sit down here and I can read it to you”, Irene said with an anticipating smile. You only nodded and sat beside her on the carpet, watching as she flipped to the first page of the book.

Irene noticed how close the two of you were, picking up on the increase of her heartbeat while she tried her best to keep her composure.

Irene began to read the first page of the book she had at hand, reading a bit slower than she normally would because she knew that you had a hard time picking up on different information quickly. Irene was always considerate like that. She learned so many things about you over the past months, that she was able to adjust how she acted towards you to make you feel more comfortable.

After the first chapter, Irene book-marked the page you were on and closed the book softly. You watched as she brought her attention to you, looking up into your eyes and holding a compassionate glare over you. You knew she was waiting for you to say something... maybe your opinion on the book, or what you were confused on. Not knowing what to say, you slowly raised your head. Now looking at her, you noticed things you hadn’t noticed before, such as her beautiful, soft pink lips, sealed together as she waited for you to speak. You noticed the slight blush dancing across her doughy cheeks, heating up by the second with each moment the passed by.

For the first time in you life, you felt a feeling that you would have never thought you’d feel before... love. Everything that she did for you came back to you in a montage. All the nights she’d spend passed library hours just to help you understand a question on you assignment. All the times she would make you little study guides with little notes of encouragement next to each question. All of the consideration she would have for your mental illness, and how she would attend to your feelings and the effects of your health.

Irene was there for you when you didn’t even know you needed someone, and now looking at her, you can’t help but feel so much for the girl in front of you.

You couldn't admit that you were in love yet, however, you most certainly knew that there was room in your heart for her. You knew, just by looking into her eyes, that once you recover from your mental instability, she was going to be the one you loved. You knew that one day she will be the one that you will hold onto at night, knowing that everything would be ok.

From Irene’s perspective, she couldn’t tell at all of what you were feeling, but she knew that something was going on in your mind. She’s never seen this look on your face in her entire time with you, and she was scared to assume that it was something bad, or something that you couldn’t talk to her about.

However, with all the mixed up feelings that were jumbled in her head, she was pulled away from your thoughts as she watched your face lean in closer to hers. Irene became nervous, thinking of what you were intending to do, and the endless possibilities that could happen at this exact moment.

Subsequently, without a second thought, your lips pressed against hers mournfully for the most long-awaited kiss that Irene had dreamt of since the day she fell in love. Irene was in shock, however she felt an abundance of feelings all at once, and decided to just let them go at the moment. She closed her eyes, leaned in to you, and poured out all of the emotions that she was feeling into this life-changing kiss.

Irene brought her hand up to your cheek, cupping it softly as she leaned in closer to you and kissed you desperately, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

You brought your hand to her arm, holding it tightly so you wouldn’t fall back from the intensity of Irene’s kiss. You attempted to give the same intensity, and as a result, you brought your hand up from her arm and onto her shoulder to pull her impossibly closer and deepen the already fathomless kiss.

After what seemed to be an eternity, however still to short for the both of your likings, you pulled away and opened your eyes, only to be met with a pair that spoke all of the things that you couldn’t bring yourself to say. Irene stared into your eyes with a look of desperate love. She couldn’t help but allow a tear to trickle down her red cheeks as she realized that her feelings were hopefully reciprocated. Irene thought of all the restless nights she’d spend just thinking of you and how desperate she was to just have you laying by her side, even for a moment. She had never thought that these hopeless thoughts were ever going to become a reality, however, in the moment, a flash of hope for the both of you leapt through the faltered air, and this spark of hope was the cause of Irene’s breakdown.

Irene pulled you in, squeezing you as tight as she possibly could and used your shoulder as something to cry on. She dug her head deep into your neck, letting the endless emotions she had been feeling, all out at once. You held her close, scratching her back and whispering sweet nothings into her ear for a few minutes until she finally calmed down just a bit.

You felt a bit out of place when she finally looked back up into your eyes with her tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. You were never the person that someone would go to with their problems, as you never really knew how to deal with them yourself. Whenever someone would ask you for even just the slightest advice with something, your mind went blank and you would ultimately shake your head towards them and leave them standing wordlessly ahead of you.

That’s why, holding Irene close to you as she stared into your eyes like there was no tomorrow, was something so unusual that you felt like passing away and never coming back to this moment again. Although you finally found the anguished feeling that you had long been looking for all this time, you still didn’t know what to do with them, so instead, you just stared back into her eyes and awaited what she was going to say.

“Y/n”, she finally broke the silence, her voice sounding as though there was nothing left to it, broken from all of the crying she had done just seconds ago on your shoulder. You nodded your head and waited for her next words.

“I...”, she paused and shook her head, debating on whether this was a good time to tell you that she was absolutely, deeply in love with you. “I... I’m sorry”, she resulted to saying.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you responded. “What do you mean?”

“I... I don’t know how to say this but I assume this is the right time to finally tell you...", Irene took a deep breath and prepared herself. “I’m in love with you Y/n. I am so, so in love with you. I have been since the day I met you, and every night I beat myself up knowing that I’ll never be strong enough to tell you, and things between you and me will never get past being friends. There has never been a day that has gone by where I don’t imagine a life with you and me in the future, together. I’ve wanted this for so long and now that it’s finally happening I really don’t know what to do. That’s why I cried. It’s cause I’ve just dreamt this moment for so long and it finally came, and I’m just so happy that I don’t know what to do or say. But now I do Y/n. Now I can tell you that I love you, and even if you don’t feel that strongly as I do for you, I will never, ever stop loving you. You are the best thing that’s happened to me Y/n. I really mean it when I say it. I love you, truly."

It took you a couple seconds to fully register Irene’s words. You have never known someone who has ever had feelings for you, never mind being in love.... and in addition to that, they are confronting their feelings to you in person. You felt captivated. Your emotions seemed to have emotions themselves. It was like those little characters in your head that controlled how you felt had decided to flee. You didn’t know what to say, because as you said, this has never, ever happened before. You weren’t even exactly sure how you felt about her. You had only just realized yourself that you had such deep feelings for her. Now, knowing that she was in love with you, you contemplated your own thoughts. Is there a chance that you really do love her as well? Are you only thinking this because she’s the only person who has ever given you this sort of attention, so now you feel obligated to feel the same? Maybe you don’t even like her. Maybe you only felt like this because she is the only person you have ever been close to.

Pushing these thoughts aside to be worried about later, you finally gained the courage to just let your heart do the talking. You knew you liked her. You knew you wanted to be with her. All of the overthinking was just in your head, and you needed to let her know your true feelings.

“I-Irene...”, you stuttered as you tried to gain confidence. This was your first time ever doing this, and hopefully your last. “I um... I have feelings for you as well. I don’t know exactly how I feel yet, but I just know that whenever I’m around you... I just want to stay there with you, forever. When you help me, and talk to me like I'm just a normal person, it really makes me feel loved. I’ve never had these feelings before, but I just know that they mean something good... something amazing. I hope, as we get more comfortable together, that I ultimately realize this fluttering feeling that I have inside is love. But... for now, all I can say is that I have feelings for you... and I hope you can understand and accept that. Everything is new to me. I didn’t even know I was capable of having these feelings, but here I am. Thank you Irene.”

You looked into her eyes, both you and her had the utmost tears flowing down your blushed cheeks. The two of you hadn’t even notice that you both were crying, but you just let it happen. You let your feelings overcome you and expose something wonderful, and you were proud of yourself.

“Y-Y/n...”, Irene smiled, her glass eyes squinting in happiness. She looked at your like a proud mother watching her daughter finally pass high school, except you knew that this was her way of showing love. You noticed that she would give this type of look to you often, and now, you realized what it meant. It meant she was in love. All this time when she would look into your beautiful eyes, she fell in love deeper, and you had just come to this realization.

Irene wanted to say something, but she really couldn’t. Everything was just too perfect... so instead, she took your hand and led you to stand. Once upright, she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in to a tight, caring hug.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and buried your head into her warm neck, smiling to yourself. As you held tight onto her body, letting all your troubles go and your tears flow freely from your closed eyes, you realized that you were home. Irene, the girl that you knew was there for you since you needed it, was the only person who could really, truly make you happy.

"I will love you Irene... eventually... when I know I am capable of doing so."

Hi everyone!! This is my first fanfic on tumblr!! I hope you enjoyed!! I plan to write many more for many other idols!! Irene is one of my ult biases and I had this imagine stuck in my head for so long so I just had to share it with others haha. I have been struggling mentally for some time and felt that this was a good way to portray how I feel and how others may feel as well. If anyone out there who is reading this is struggling as well, please feel free to message me! :) If you have any recommendations or questions feel free to message me as well!! It's always open!! I really only write for girl groups so if you recommend a male idols I might not write it:(( But anyway... I hope everyone enjoyed, please follow for more as I will be posting often and will write all recommendations!!

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