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blitzyn · 5 months

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alhaitham x m!reader

Request: well, since requests are open, perhaps I could request an alhaitham X male s/o where s/o has been really stressed lately with school and has been overworking himself. Because of this, alhaitham being the caring boyfriend he is comes to comfort and relax his beloved s/o with sex and aftercare. If possible, pls let alhaitham call his s/o a 'good boy' and just a praise kink in general, tysm!! 💕 — @ezraelo

a/n -> this mf reminds me of my dad so i kinda wrote what I think he'd say if i was in reader's situation tbh. NOT THE SEX THOUGH. anyways pgr fic first then hate sex w/childe next its been decades since I've done him (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) sigh sometimes i forget i don’t have to write so damn much

wc -> 3.6k

cw -> soft alhaitham (heart eyes pt2), anal fingering, anal sex, praise, not beta read

merry christmas and happy holidays!!

To say you were tired was an understatement—you were exhausted. Stressed. Angry. It felt like everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

First, you accidentally woke up late, was scolded by your teacher when you arrived and made the "perfect" example on what a scholar from the Akademiya should not be. Then you had to study for several hours for a few of your upcoming exams and evaluations—all while having to take some more tests the following week.

And as if that wasn't e-fucking-nough, you had done horribly on one of your essays so now you had to redo it for a better score, on top of needing to start yet another one regarding... Something. You forgot what the prompt was. Honestly, you forgot to do a lot of things. Like eat. Or drink water. Which was something that really didn't help to improve your mood.

You stumbled through the door trying to pry your uniform off, haphazardly tossing your hat to the side. You felt like shit and wanted nothing more than to flop on your bed and stay in there for the rest of your miserable life. But, like the universe was trying to give you the biggest middle finger ever, one of the loops on your clothes got caught on the corner of a counter. While you'd normally just take it off and go on your merry way, you weren't having it today and just yanked yourself forward, tearing the loop and the fabric it was connected to.

Finally making it to your room, you flopped on the bed face-first, muffling the loud groan that came from you. You stayed like that for a moment longer before turning your head, remembering to breathe deeply.

Two knocks came from the door. "You okay?" Your boyfriend, Alhaitham, asked, leaning against the frame as he stared at you.

"You're smart. Figure it out yourself," you muttered bitterly, wincing at the accusatory tone in your voice. You sighed, deciding to face him. "Sorry."

He shrugged, walking to sit on the edge of your shared bed. "What's wrong?" He questioned, his expression unchanging even when he watched your brows furrow in irritation.

"It's just... Ugh," you grumbled, rolling your eyes childishly. "Just a bad week. It feels like everything's going against me." You rolled onto your back, arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish. "I don't think I can catch up."

"You're in the Akademiya," Alhaitham said, giving you a look that made it seem like he didn't know why you were complaining. "Obviously it's going to be hard for you."

"'For you,'" you repeated, glaring at nothing in particular, but it was getting increasingly evident that you were beginning to direct your anger towards him. "Of course you don't get it. You've been smart your whole life."

He was quiet for a moment, letting you try to calm yourself before speaking again. "Don't sell yourself short like that. It's unhealthy."

You huffed. "It's not selling myself short if it's actually true." You pressed your palms against your eyes until you saw faint fireworks coloring the darkness. "I have to redo an essay because apparently it didn't go with damn prompt. Then I have to do another one, and I don't even know where to start, and—" you listed off your problems, your voice getting higher in pitch until you were on the verge of shedding tears, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work you accidentally accumulated.

"Hey," he interrupted you, leaning to place a hand on your thigh. "Calm down." He gave you an unimpressed look when you snapped your mouth open to retort, watching you begrudgingly close it in defeat. "Breathe. You're getting worked up over things you can change."

But when you could hardly focus on utilizing the breathing techniques he taught you, he decided to take a different approach. "Let's have sex, then."

"What? Why? 'Cause of the post-nut clarity?" You sighed, rubbing your temple to stave off the impending headache after staring at him incredulously. Damn. Sometimes you forget how straightforward he could be.

Alhaitham gave you a look. It was deadpan—because when was it not?—but you could still sense the slightest bit of confusion. "If that's how you want to word it, yes," he said, before elaborating. "Sex can also help you relax and improve your immune system."

He quickly looked you up and down, and despite not saying anything, you knew what he was trying to imply. You looked like a mess.

"It can also help improve your quality of sleep," he added, crossing his arms against his chest. "It has a few other benefits than just feeling good, you know." He watched you ponder his suggestion, chewing on your lip absentmindedly before giving in with a sigh.

"Fine. But you're doing all the work," you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better.

"That was the plan." The corners of his lips quirked up in a brief, subtle smirk as he leaned to place his hands on your shoulders to gently push you back down. "Just relax."

He continued when you nodded, running his hands along your body, gently caressing every curve and contour of your frame. An eyebrow raised in question when he felt the torn patch in your clothes but decided against mentioning it as he guided you out of your suffocating uniform with practiced ease. Already, you seemed a bit calmer than earlier, giving yourself a well-deserved stretch that made you remind him of a cat.

You felt the tension beginning to seep out of your body with every article of clothing that was carelessly tossed to the floor, reaching your hands out to tug him closer. He obliged without hesitation, sighing in satisfaction when he melded his lips with yours. His hands slid below your underclothes, snaking them upwards until they found your chest. He tweaked and pinched your nipples as he moved his way downwards, placing kisses along your jawline and neck.

You softly moaned, brushing your fingers through his hair that had him leaning into your hand. He removed your shirt, trailing appreciative kisses down your sternum. A hand made its way down your front toward your pants, slipping a hand inside to wrap his fingers around your flaccid dick. Your breath hitched, instinctively widening your legs to give him better access, much to his pleasure.

He was gentle; his hands were soft and careful, and neither of you were in a rush. You felt your eyes flutter shut as your lips parted with every quiet gasp and sigh that left you, and he couldn't help but stare.

It annoyed him how little you thought of yourself when he could clearly see you as something more. Sure, it irked him how you complained about things that could easily be changed if you put your effort into it, but you were also right. He always had it academically easy and often found it hard to connect with others or understand their problems on a level that wasn't with you. He was well aware of this issue, knowing that it often hindered his ability to comfort, and—for the first time in how long?—it frustrated him.

Even if he had no idea how to properly soften his words around you or to consistently change his facial expressions, he always showed he cared by spending time with you, teaching you new things, or helping you understand foreign concepts. But even then, he was willing to try to tell you that you were more than what those pompous Akademiya professors reduced you to, that you were better than what you said you were.

"Look at me," he said, his voice soft and smooth, coaxing your pretty eyes open. He slipped his hands out of your shirt and cupped your cheeks tenderly, ensuring your focus on him. "It doesn't matter what everyone says about you when they don't understand that you have strengths that rest beyond the traditional Akademiya expectations."

"But that doesn't—"

He gave you yet another stern look, to which you quieted down with a huff. "It's okay to struggle. Everyone does at some point. Even those professors found something difficult before they became what they are. But you know what they did?"

He paused, gauging your reaction. He was aware that what he was saying probably didn't make you feel better or make the most sense, but he hoped that you could feel the sincerity in his voice. "They took a step back, took a deep breath, and figured out what they were doing wrong. They didn't do that overnight or by working themselves to the bone. That's what you need to acknowledge."

"But all my other colleagues are doing fine, and I'm the only one struggling..." You appreciated his words, truly, but they did little to quell your worries.

"Are you? How do you know that for sure?" He countered, sliding his hands down to caress your hips. He watched you pursed your lips, squirming slightly under his gaze. "Point is, you shouldn't try to compare yourself to everyone around you and overwork yourself because that only leads to bad work and a bigger hole for you to climb out of. You have everything else to be proud of—not just your academic qualities. Understand? Besides, you made it into the Akademiya. That's something very few people can do in the first place."

You looked away with a frown, but you nodded softly. Even though it sucked knowing that you weren't the best, he did have a point. Wallowing in your own failure did nothing to better yourself, as much as you hated to admit it.

"Thanks," you muttered, sniffling a little. His thumbs swiped underneath your eyes, clearing away any of the tears that happened to escape you.

"Don't let them define you. Define yourself," he said finally, leaning back down to kiss you again. It was soft, tender, unhurried, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of affection he harbored for you. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Do you still want to do this?"

You nodded again, giving him a quick peck to the lips before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Mhm. I really need those benefits." Plus, you didn't favor being horny and sad.

Your lips curved in a smug grin when you saw his own quirk upwards in amusement, but he didn't comment on it. He sat up to tug your pants and underwear down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You shivered instinctively but kept your focus on him, waiting in anticipation for him to continue.

He leaned over to grab a bottle of lube from your nightstand, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers before pressing one into your hole. You sighed, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. He only offered a few pumps of his hand before adding a second one in, gently spreading them apart in a scissoring motion.

He wrapped his free hand around your cock, slowly jerking you off. He rubbed his thumb over the tip to smear the precum across your skin as wet sounds gradually filled the room. You noticed his eyes locked on your face and the expressions you wore, committing them to memory. He added a third finger for good measure, feeling you tense reflexively before relaxing just as fast.

"You're doing so good, [Name]," he praised, his voice low. He curled his fingers, pressing them against your prostate. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sound of your moan, straining against the fabric. "I'm almost done. Then we can start."

You nodded, inhaling sharply through your nose when he began targeting the sensitive spot inside you. You could practically feel every surge of heat shoot up and down your spine, ending at your fingertips. Alhaitham could feel it too, every time your cock throbbed in his hold.

Your body felt warm and tingly when he moved both hands away from your body, wiping them off using a few tissues atop your nightstand. He grabbed the lube again and poured some on his palm to coat his cock, using his free hand to spread one of your thighs a bit wider. He peered up through his lashes, subtly raising an eyebrow in question. He continued as soon as you nodded, slowly pushing himself inside you.

You both let out a satisfied groan as he filled you, grasping onto his wrists as he held onto your hips.

"Fuck," he hissed, pushing further until he bottomed out completely. "You're such a good boy. You're taking me in so well." He perked up in attention when he felt you tighten at his words, noting how your eyes fluttered shut like you were savoring them. He wasn't overly aware of this newfound information, but maybe you had accidentally brought it to his attention now that you're stressed?

Either way, he didn’t comment on it, instead deciding to continue. “You feel so good, [Name]," he praised, leaning down to press his lips against the skin underneath your earlobe. You could feel the low rumble of his voice vibrating in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He let you take a moment to adjust to him before moving, gently thrusting his hips.

You noticed him moving away again as you opened your eyes, finding yourself enamored with the way his muscles flexed in every movement of his. Soft gasps and moans left your lips when you looked up, instantly noticing his gaze on you.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumbled shyly, squirming a bit. It wasn’t that you hated having him look at you—frankly, that’s all you longed for sometimes, it’s just that what you did hit you. Being as vulnerable as you were wasn’t something you preferred, even when Alhaitham didn’t berate you for it.

“You were staring at me, first,” he countered swiftly, and you could hear the rare undertone of his amusement in his voice. It was your favorite sound. “Besides, what’s the harm in looking at the most handsome man in Sumeru?” His monotony nearly made his words laughable, but you could see that he was genuinely trying. Knowing that sent butterflies in your stomach all over again.

You looked away, effectively flustered with all his attention. “It’s embarrassing…”

“Only because you make it embarrassing,” he said, sliding a hand upwards to toy with one of your nipples. He subtly shifted his hips, angling them so that his cock better pressed against your prostate. He watched you intently when you let out a throaty moan, feeling his dick throb inside you.

You reflexively clenched your thighs tighter against his hips, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. You snaked a hand down to your leaking cock, wrapping your fingers around the base to give it a squeeze. “You can go faster,” you muttered, looking down to watch the way he slid in and out of you.

He nodded with a quiet hum, adjusting his grip on your waist to shift the weight on his knees to sacrifice his slower, deeper thrusts for quick and shallow ones. Moaning, you jerked yourself off in time with his movements, unable to tear your gaze away from him, even for a moment. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you brought your free hand up to bring him closer to you by the back of his head. You kissed him needily and fervently, letting out noises that mixed in with the wet sounds that came from your hole. Your body rocked gently, listening intently to the rustling of your bedsheets and Alhaitham’s deep, husky breaths.

Suddenly, he lifted a hand up to place over your abdomen, lightly pushing down on it just as he buried himself balls deep inside you. He paused for a moment, sighing as he watched you squirm at the sudden stop before continuing, feeling himself move in and out of you. You could feel the heat in your belly intensifying with every thrust to your prostate, back arching, legs tightening around his waist.

“Fuck, I’m…” you panted, clenching tighter around his cock. “I’m so close, ‘Haitham.”

“I know. I can feel you,” he said, gently moving your hand away from your leaking cock to wrap his fingers around it. Quiet slaps mixed in with your soft noises and his breathy grunts as he fucked you a bit harder, eyes fixated on the blissful expression on in your face. His dick throbbed inside you as he eagerly chased after his own orgasm, leaning down to press his lips to your jaw, kissing up towards your ear.

“C’mon, [Name], cum for me,” he whispered, sending yet another wave of heat shoot up and down your spine. You could hardly stop the stream of moans that spilled from your lips as he focused on the tip of your cock, rubbing his thumb on the sensitive spot just below it, as if trying to coax out your cum.

“Oh god,” your voice was strained as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten to an unbearable degree, trying to hold out just a little longer. “F—Fuck! Alhaitham!” You moaned in ecstasy when you finally came, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. You tensed and trembled as your dick spurt cum on your stomach and his fingers as he helped you ride out your high.

“You’re so beautiful when you orgasm,” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to lose rhythm as he neared his own climax. He dug his fingers into your waist tighter, muttering praises into your ear when you began squirming at the discomfort of your overstimulation. It didn’t take much longer for him to finish as he stilled, gritting his teeth when he quickly pulled out to stroke himself to completion. He sighed in satisfaction when his orgasm subsided, leaving your abdomen coated in ropes of his cum.

“Wh—Why did you pull out?” You panted, wiping a bead of sweat off of your forehead.

“Isn’t it annoying to clean up afterward? You're always complaining about it whenever we have sex,” he questioned after a moment, taking a second to bask in the afterglow before getting up to reach for a tissue to clean your skin. He put his pants back on, gathering your clothes to put them in a laundry basket.

You shrugged. “I mean, sometimes. But I’m gonna take a bath either way.” You blinked in confusion when you saw him quirk a brow, fidgeting a bit when he didn’t stop staring at you.

“No. You’re going to sit and wait here while I make you something to eat, first,” he instructed, leaving no room for negotiation. “Afterwards, you’re going to go to sleep. Then you can take a bath when you wake up.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled audibly, quickly reminding you that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. "But then I'm gonna be all sticky and gross when I eat," you said, knowing how much he disliked having dirty bedsheets for too long. It surprised you when he shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for you to decide.

"If you want to take a bath first, then I'll help you," he offered. You swiftly nodded, wanting to eat clean and comfortably. He nodded and told you to wait for a moment as he prepared the water for you, leaving you by yourself for a while until he returned. The two of you walked into the bathroom where a bathtub of warm water awaited you. But just as you raised your leg to enter, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame you. Luckily, Alhaitham was there to keep you from falling with a firm hand on your arm, carefully helping you into the water.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes darting across your face for any sign of distress. He relaxed upon seeing nothing but waited for your response for further confirmation.

"Yeah. It's just something that happens when I get too hungry, y'know?" You explained sheepishly, splashing some of the water onto your arms and back.

"No, I don't know." He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. "I'll be right back, then."

You hummed to yourself, not minding his absence as you savored the warmth surrounding you, resting your head against the edge of the tub. You nearly fell asleep in the time it took for Alhaitham to return, jumping in surprise at the sound of his voice.

"Hey," he spoke, returning to your side with a bowl in his hand. "Eat this for now."

He kneeled down, bringing the bowl close enough to let you reach in and take whatever was inside. They were fruits, you saw as you happily grabbed one, tossing it into your mouth. You had to stop yourself from grabbing a handful and eating it all in one go, forcing yourself to appreciate every bite. You noticed him shifting behind you, leaning forward instinctively when he began cleaning your back with a small, wet towel.

The two of you basked in the comforting silence for a while as you let him take care of you until you turned your head to face him. "I love you," you said with a little grin.

"I know," he replied, putting the bowl onto the floor.

"Say it back." You pouted, but you knew he was only teasing.

His mouth quirked up in a faint smile, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your lips. "I love you too."

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 1 year

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It was Only a Kiss

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader

Warnings: lots of fluff, angst, college work struggles because I project, Ghost being a softie

Words: 6.2k

Synopsis: Simon wants to make your day better...

Link to The Roommate Series Masterlist

You are currently reading part 3 of The Roommate Series

You sat hunched over the desk in your room, staring into the screen of your laptop which was practically burning holes into your eyes as you struggled to retain any of the information you were supposed to know for your upcoming exam. You had thought that if you started early you wouldn’t have to worry about the possibility of failing but the longer you spent looking over the coursework the more you realize that you had no clue what you were going to do on this exam.

You tried to power through it, you spent half the day going through all of the notes you had and contacting other people in your class in order to get through all of the material you had in the hopes that it would help, and then you decided to look through the materials your shitty professor so graciously gave to you, but nothing was working.

A heavy sigh left your chest as you pressed the palms of your hands against your eyes, your eyes burning from having been open looking at a screen for so long, and fought against the tightening in your throat.

Every part of you wanted to throw your laptop across the room and drop out. You shouldn’t be this stressed out about a stupid class but you needed to pass the exam if you want to have a good chance at passing the class as a whole.

The thought of failing the class caused tears to prick the corner of your eyes. You knew that it really didn’t mean anything if you did, there was the option to take it again even if you had to scrounge up some more money to do so, and it didn’t mean that you were stupid.

However, the irrational part of your brain wouldn’t let you believe any of that. If you failed this class then you might as well call yourself a failure for not even understanding the most basic classwork material.

There was a knock at your door and you wiped your eyes, taking a deep breath before you turned around in your chair.

“Yeah?” You called out and watched as Simon stepped into your room.

Simon stared at you with those tired eyes, the same ones that had you feeling safe and warm, a much better feeling than the burning frustration that threatened to explode out of you. They softened and you wondered if his eyes were naturally that kind since you had rarely ever seen him look at you with a cold stare, even when he seemed to be on edge.

He was a welcome sight. Neither of you had really seen each other today, only taking the time to eat breakfast together before you decided that you would sit down to study and he decided to go workout or piddle around the apartment. Just seeing him was enough to calm some of your nerves, though a few old one from last night sparked inside your chest and it was almost hard to look at him.

Almost.

His eyebrows knitted together slightly as his eyes bounced around your face as he came up to you. He sat on the edge of your bed across from you, slight concern on his face as he glanced between you and your computer.

You scooted the edge of your chair and faced him fully, ready for him to distract you from studying even though you knew you needed to do it.

“How’s studying going?” He asked and you clenched your jaw as you sent a glare to your computer. “Forget I asked.”

“Maybe I should drop out and join the military or something.” You mumbled in defeat.

“No.”

Your eyebrows knitted together and you gave him a look as he stared at you. There was something hidden in his eyes that you were quite sure what to make of and as you raised an eyebrow to ask him why he was so quick to tell you no, he spoke up before you could even get the words out.

“You’re not fit for the military and you’d complain.” He said and you gasped, somewhat offended before you thought about it.

He was right. You were not built for the military and even thinking about it made you cringe. You had been joking for the most part, at least about joining the military, but it seemed that Simon hadn’t seen it that way. Regardless, you were still considering the fact that you could drop out and just go back to working like you had been before you decided that you wanted to go back to school.

A sigh left your chest and you looked away from him, your hands balling up into fists on your lap as you glared at the coursework on your laptop as heat flashed across your body.

Simon was a very goal oriented person and even though you knew nothing about what he did for a living, you could see that he was a hard worker, someone who always saw things through. You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed about the fact that you were struggling so much you wanted to give up when he seemed like the type of person who wouldn’t let this happen in the first place.

Which was true considering how he’s helped you study in the past. You’re sure that if he went to school, he would’ve been an honor roll student with his crazy amount of discipline and focus.

Simon placed a hesitant hand on top of yours and caught your attention. He glanced at you, as if to ask if the contact was okay, and when you didn’t pull away from him, he wrapped it around your fist. His hands were rough and dry with callouses that scratched your hand as he managed to unfold your hand. His fingertips glided over your skin before he put small amounts of pressure between your knuckles to take out the tension that was there.

For once, he wasn’t looking at you and you wondered if maybe that was because of how new this was for him. You were honestly a little surprised by the fact that he reached out to hold your hand and went through with it without waiting for you to initiate.

It had to do with last night and you both knew it, yet neither of you had said or acknowledged it. Nothing was awkward between you two either, you just couldn’t come up with the words to say without getting into a territory that dealt with very intimate feelings. And it seemed like that was the case for Simon as well.

Yet you could tell that he wanted to say something, especially as he held your hand as if you would break from any sort of pressure. His thumb drew circles over your knuckles which was enough to let you relax somewhat.

“Talk to me.” His voice was soft and inviting, enough to have you wanting to pour your entire heart out to him.

“I’m just frustrated with this stupid exam.” You huffed. “Nothing is making sense but if I don’t pass it then I’m pretty sure I’m going to fail the class.”

“Can you retake it?”

You nodded and he gave you a look, one that was confident but calculating something that you really hadn’t seen from him before. It was almost as if he were planning out every outcome, trying to find the one that would be the best for you and somehow kept you calm all the same.

“The exam’s in three weeks, you still have time to study more later but there is always the chance that you will fail it.” He said and you hung onto every word. “If that’s the case, then ask the prof what you can do or retake the class.”

“But if I fail…” You trailed off not really sure if you wanted to admit that his opinion of you mattered that much.

“Doesn’t change anything.”

You looked him in the eyes, wary as if you were trying to see through a lie that wasn’t there. You suspected that he would judge you just a tiny bit for being unable to pass despite the fact that he had never once made you feel that way. It was hard to not feel some sort of shame for not living up the expectations you placed on yourself.

However, Simon gave you a serious look as he continued to hold your hand in such a way that proved you wrong about whatever you were feeling. He never left your gaze as he gave you a confident look, a look that told you that everything would be okay even if you decided to drop out, that he was still going to be in the apartment. Even now, as he talked you through it, he wasn't showing any sort of judgment, in fact he seemed more sure of your skills than you were of yourself.

You took a deep breath and wrapped your fingers around Simon’s hand, careful to not squeeze it too tight but enough that it helped you release the last of the tension left in your shoulders as you let out a long sigh.

You mulled over his words however, realizing that if you repeated them to yourself then you could probably go back to studying for another hour or so with a clear mind. You glanced at your laptop, attempting to let go of Simon’s hand when he gently tugged it to regain your attention.

“You’ve done enough for today, yeah?” He wondered with a hopeful voice, his eyes looking into yours almost pleadingly which stopped you. “Let’s get out of this room.”

“Yeah.” You didn’t even hesitate, the warmth from his hand and the look in his eyes enough to pull you out of your academic mind.

He gave a short nod and stood up from your bed, letting your hand slip from his and go back to his side. He waited for you to get up, keeping his eyes trained on you as you shut down your computer with a hand that felt colder and incomplete.

When you stood up from your chair, you grimaced from the stiffness in your back and shoulder before you stretched your arms above your head, rolling out any of the kinks you had before your stomach growled loudly.

It suddenly hit you that you had barely eaten today and that your poor mood was most likely attributed to that.

“What’d you have for dinner?” You wondered as you followed Simon out of your room.

“Nothing, I was waiting for you.” He said with his back towards you so he could see the surprise or the slight glare you gave him, being a complete hypocrite about your exasperation towards him for not eating.

“Why would you do that? It’s late!”

Simon didn’t answer as he went into the kitchen, ingredients for a meal already set out on the counter, one of your favorite meals which had your eyes softening. It was obvious what he was doing now and yet it didn’t make you feel any less appreciative and warm since you didn’t even expect him to treat you like this.

“Well, for making you wait, I can cook dinner.” You suggested but Simon sent you a look before he gestured to the table.

“No. I’m cooking, so sit.” He said, rather bossy but still in a gentle way, that made you purse your lips together.

“What if I help you?”

“You can help by sitting down. Let me cook for you.”

You crossed your arms, unwilling to back down after he had practically starved himself waiting for you to come out of your room. You felt like you owed it to him to at least cook him something for making him wait and you couldn’t help the slight irritation that bubbled up which was definitely a product of your empty stomach.

Unfortunately for both of you, Simon was just as stubborn, if not more considering he was persistent, as he stood in front of you. He blocked your path towards the ingredients, his eyes staring down at you almost as if he wanted you to try to get past him as he mimicked your crossed arms.

“Let me help you.” You demanded but he shook his head.

“Let me take care of you.” He shot back and you tried hard to not let it get to you as your chest went warm.

You felt yourself get a little weak in the knees, trying hard to push away the soft feelings that broke through your resolve like a wildfire in a dry forest. You couldn’t help it, not when he was trying to “intimidate” you with the paralyzing soft look, his eyes swallowing you up and holding you against him as if you’d even dare try to get away. There was no chance for you to fight back because as much as you wanted to make it up to him, you could see that he truly didn’t care about the fact that he had to wait to eat.

He wanted to do something nice for you, especially since you were stressed out of your mind. He also didn’t care to wait for you, he does it everyday you’re in class, unbeknownst to you. Hell, he even waited to be reunited with you when he was away any chance he got, this was nothing compared to that.

Truthfully, he could’ve eaten without you if he wanted to, it’s happened before, but he didn’t want to.

Simon wanted to be with you.

“Can I trust you to make it the way I like?” You teased with a small smile, and watched as the corner of his lips turned upward.

“I remember how to make it.”

You willingly took a seat at the table, resting your chin on your hand as you watched Simon start to make dinner for the both of you. You couldn’t get rid of the warm feeling inside of you as you watched him cook, the sight enough to make you think that this is where he belonged, just like yesterday when he was in the bathroom.

He belonged here, in the apartment, with you as you two argued over who cooked dinner, who did what chore, what to watch on TV. He belonged in the love you gave to him, not wherever he disappeared to for months on end, possibly getting himself killed because of how many scars were all over his body.

Soon he finished cooking and gave you a full plate for you to eat, sitting across from you as he waited for you to take the first bite, hidden eagerness in his eyes as he watched you intently.

You took a bite and your face lit up immensely.

“What's the verdict?” He wondered as he began to eat, watching you relax the more you chewed.

“Maybe I should start paying you to cook for me.” You teased which made him snort after he swallowed his food.

You chuckled along as well, finding amusement in your own joke as you continued to eat. You could feel yourself come back to normal, the irritation and stress slowly leaving your body as your stomach became full from being empty most of the day. Suddenly, you were in a better mood and you couldn’t help but share that with Simon.

“What’d you do today?” You asked, hoping that whatever he had done had been much more exciting than what you did.

“Cleaned, did laundry.” He listed off the mundane tasks while he continued to eat. “Bought cigarettes at the store.”

“I wish you wouldn’t smoke.”

“We all have our vices.”

You hummed, knowing it was a losing battle so you didn’t press any further. Instead you changed the topic to anything you could think of, feeling the need to catch up on the time you both lost due to your stupid study habits. The more you spoke, the more you noticed the tension in Simon’s shoulders lessen as he leaned against the chair, molding comfortably into it as he listened to you talk.

Before long you both finished dinner and before you could even suggest doing the dishes since he had cooked, he was already by the sink washing them.

“I could’ve done them.” You said in a low voice which caused him to send you a look.

“Go put something on the telly.” He nodded towards the living room and you gave him a slightly exasperated smile.

“Don’t complain when it’s something you don’t like.”

Simon grunted as you left the room and you plopped down on the couch with a huff.

The cushions were a lot more comfortable than normal as your sore back sunk into them. You were barely able to put something on the TV as you leaned your head back, your eyes feeling heavy lidded from a full stomach and because you were exhausted from a stress filled day of your own doing. You almost closed your eyes, just to rest for a moment, but you decided that you wanted to stay awake with Simon for just a little longer.

Your head shot up when he walked into the room and sat down next to you with a grunt. You watched as he settled into the cushions, your knees touching each other, before he grimaced at what show was on. It was a favorite of yours, one that you had already binged watched multiple times and one that you found Simon watching with you whenever you put it on, even when he pretended to hate it.

“Ah, no complaining! You did this to yourself.” You warned him and his eyes narrowed.

“You have horrible taste in shows.” He grumbled and yet his eyes never left the screen.

“Shut up, you love this show as much as I do.”

Simon rolled his eyes and huffed, amusement clear in his eyes. He attempted to look away from the TV, trying to act uninterested just to mess with you but he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the screen for very long. He leaned back against the cushions and kept his arms by his sides with mock defeat.

You giggled and shook your head at his antics. You watched as his lips upturned into a small smile before you rested your head on his shoulder, hoping that the contact was okay with him as he tensed up ever so slightly. However, he didn’t shrug you off which allowed you to put more of your weight against him as you barely paid attention to the show and focused all of your attention on Simon.

He was always warm you noticed, never once did his skin ever go cold, unless he decided that he didn’t want to bundle up, and it always pulled you closer to him, consciously or not. His body radiated heat, making him a source of safety and comfort for you even before the two of you had grown close.

You would say that despite the fact that he could act cold, distant, and quiet, Simon’s warmth was also attributed to his personality. He would most likely deny it since he was still crass and blunt, rough around the edges and yet he had never once insulted you in your entire time of living with him

He always found a way to help you, whether that was through something physical or by telling you jokes to brighten your mood. He somehow always managed to alleviate your stress, tonight was a prime example of that, and showed just how reliable he was.

It made him warmer in your opinion. It made you want to hold and kiss him, to sing your praises and to never stop telling him how much you loved him.

You felt yourself warm up slightly and you fought the urge to turn to kiss him. To finally feel his lips against yours and fulfill that want that had been pushed away last night because both of you were too drunk. It took everything in you to not do it but the increasing need was too much the more you stopped yourself.

You couldn’t kiss him. You didn’t want to risk potentially being rejected for a second time.

And yet, you want to feel more of him on you.

You grabbed Simon’s arm and lifted it out of your way. You didn’t say anything to him when he gave you a confused look before you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. You felt him stiffen up significantly and you silently prayed to whoever was listening that he would push you off.

“This okay?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up into Simon’s wide eyes.

He was stuck frozen, almost like he was unsure of what to do as his eyes bounced around your face so quickly it was hard to tell if he could actually see anything at all. You waited for him to respond but he didn’t say anything to you, stuck in that place where he couldn’t help but just stare at you silently as if he were a statue.

His arm hesitantly wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his chest as if you could get any closer to him, before he finally looked away. He grabbed one of the couch pillows and set it against the arm of the couch before he laid down on it, pulling you down with him.

Simon situated himself comfortably, leaving room between his legs so you could lay on top of his chest, without letting you go. He ignored your surprised look, opting to keep his eyes looking elsewhere as he placed a blanket over top of you, knowing full well that you both would most likely overheat from your shared warmth.

When both of you were comfortable, he glanced at you for just a moment before he went back to watching the show, the tips of his ears going pink.

“This is better.” He said and wrapped both of his arms around you firmly, pressing you against his chest as if you would move away.

However, the thought didn’t even cross your mind as your surprise slowly melted away into a smile that had you placing a hand on top of his chest and wrapping your arm around his waist. You felt him tense up from your touch but he didn’t move away, even as you rested your head on his chest, your ear right above his beating heart.

The steady beat took away any lasting stress and you laid your entire weight onto Simon, suddenly feeling a lot more tired than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, the sound of his heart and the feeling of his thumb drawing circles on your upper back enough to have you nearly falling asleep, Simon becoming the most comfortable place to lay on.

And yet, you still wanted to hold on to some consciousness, you still wanted to be with him.

“Things’ll work out, right?” You mumbled without opening your eyes.

“You’re smart.” Simon’s voice rumbled from his chest into your ear and caused you to smile. “You can get through this.”

You sat up in his lap to look at him, forcing yourself to stay awake, and caused him to finally look at you since he had laid down. You gave him a smile, one that had him letting a deep sigh that moved both of your bodies as he stared into your eyes with soft affection.

“Did you ever think about going to school?” You wondered, the curiosity having spilt over since he talked you out of studying.

“No.” He shook his head without even thinking about it. “I always knew I wasn’t going to uni.”

Your eyes shot to a scar on his face immediately. You knew there was the possibility that it was a scar from childhood, something he may have gotten when he fell off his bike or smacked his face into a wall, but considering the fact that you had seen him come back from work with new ones every so often, you couldn’t help but assume that he got them from his job. It made you wonder just how long he had been working this way, leaving for months on end, coming back battered and bruised with a mind that attacked him for weeks on end.

Did he hate leaving? Did he hate coming back? Had he even come back before you came around?

Before you could even think you placed your free hand over his cheek and began to trace the scars that your fingertips touched. You studied them more now that you were close enough to feel his breath on your face, noticing how some of them had been the product of skin being ripped open while others looked more clean cut, almost as if something, or someone, had cut him.

You tried not to let your stomach turn up into knots at the thought, especially as you noticed a scar that was extremely close to one of his eyes. He was fine, he still had his eye.

Simon leaned into your touch and his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t say anything as you continued to caress his skin, taking in the warmth from your small hand as he settled further into the couch.

“Was what you chose the thing that gave you these?” You whispered and watched as he opened his eyes to look up at you.

He didn’t say anything but the silence was an answer in itself.

Your face fell and you placed your other hand on his face, taking this opportunity to feel all of the scars on his face, naively thinking that if you touched them with a gentleness that was far from the anger that caused them, then maybe they would disappear. Maybe the memories of pain would go away for Simon if you continue to trace them, if you showed them kindness.

But they were as much of a part of Simon as were his eyes and his warmth, something that you wouldn’t want to get rid of even if they had once hurt him.

“Do you hate them?” Simon asked since a frown was clear on your face.

“I hate the pain you probably felt.” You shook your head and traced the scar that was close to his eye. “You could’ve lost your eye-”

“I’m okay.”

You stared at him, unsure if you truly believed him since he had practically blurted it out before you even finished your sentence. It was clear to you that Simon wasn’t okay, that whatever he went through during his work affected him more than what he revealed, especially when he would lock himself in his room and he didn’t want you to worry.

You weren’t sure why and frankly you didn’t have the energy to ask him about it right now even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to push him into that mental state, to have him leave you alone on the couch when you were comfortable being with him in this intimate moment.

“You don’t have to be specific, I don’t want you to be,” You began and he swallowed hard. “But I’m always here for you.”

Simon’s eyes widened for a moment before he broke away from your gaze. Doubt or maybe skepticism flashed in his eyes, and he clenched jaw. Your eyebrows knitted together at his reaction and you gently moved his head so he was looking back up at you.

“I mean it.” You caressed his cheek with your thumb, unsure of how to convince him that you would always be there for you.

“I know.” He whispered and placed a hand over yours.

He looked as if he wanted to say more, to give you some kind of reassurance that he understood you were being the most truthful you’ve been, but he didn’t. He didn’t open his mouth, he didn’t stop the slight increase in his breathing, and he didn’t look away from you as if you were the very thing that was keeping him calm at the moment.

You nodded, a sad smile spreading across your face before you pulled your hands away from him and laid back down on his chest. You placed your head back onto its original spot and, listening to his quickened heartbeat slow down as he wrapped his arms around you again, more firmer than before. You nuzzled into his chest and he gently squeezed you.

“Gonna watch?” He pulled the blanket back up around you.

“You can change it if you want to.” Your eyes were already closed again as you finally allowed yourself to feel tired.

“‘M’fine with it.”

After that, you almost immediately fell asleep. You were stuck in that sleep where you could still feel Simon’s thumb caress your shoulder blades in comforting strokes and could hear the TV show that was now gibberish, but you were not conscious enough to speak or move. You were stuck in a warm limbo that was the most peaceful kind of sleep you could ask for.

You were sure how long you were asleep for before you heard a muffled buzzing noise that nearly brought you out of your nap.

Simon cursed in a whisper and moved, just barely jostling you around enough to have you pressing your cheek into his chest. He steadied you with his arm, continuing his ministrations as the buzzing stopped.

“Hello.” He said in a low, gruff voice. There was a period of silence that nearly had you falling back asleep until he spoke again. “Understood. I’ll be there.”

A sigh heavy sigh left Simon’s chest and he laid there with his arm over top of you. He stopped moving his thumb and tensed underneath you, enough to have you stirring ever so slightly. It wasn’t until he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey.” He shook you gently and caused your eyes to snap open. “Need to get up.”

“‘M’sorry.” You mumbled, foggy with sleep, and climbed off his lap.

Simon didn’t say anything as he got up and disappeared down the hallway, the door to his room shutting with a click.

You sat on the couch, slowly trying to wake yourself up as you rubbed your eyes and clutched the blanket that was hanging off your shoulders. You were a lot colder now that you didn’t have your own personal space heater underneath you and in your sleepy brain you figured it was because he wanted to go to bed.

It was late, you could feel it, so you didn’t really blame him.

You turned the TV off, yawning a few times as you finally began to regain a clear mind. As much as you were happy that you got to cuddle with Simon for a while, you were ready to go to bed and hopefully not waste your entire day studying.

Just as you stood up from the couch, you heard Simon come out of his room and you were prepared to apologize for falling asleep on him when he entered the living room.

Your face fell and your heart sunk to your stomach when you saw his work bag slung over his shoulder. You stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and sadness that struck your chest with such an intensity that your throat tightened. You stood in the middle of the room, the impending feeling of loneliness slowly enveloping you as you made eye contact with him.

“You’re leaving…” You didn’t mean your voice to sound so sad but you couldn’t help it.

Simon’s eyes immediately jumped away from yours, his body tensing up as he came up to you and handed you a burner phone. Something he always left you in case there was an emergency or if there was time to call, but you never used them and never he called.

You stared down at it, fighting back the threat of tears as you let out a shaky sigh, and set it down on the coffee table.

“It hasn’t even been a week yet.” You said and watched him tie his shoes by the front door, walking up to him.

“These things happen.” His voice was even as he kept his back to you. “Rarely but they do.”

You clenched your jaw, trying to control your emotions so you didn’t potentially make him feel bad for leaving even though it felt like you were on the verge of tears.

This was the shortest he had ever been home from his work which made it worse for you. It felt like you had barely seen, you had barely spoken to him in the three days that he had been home and you couldn’t believe you had been dumb enough to waste your limited time with him on studying. You wanted to kick yourself for it even though you had no way of knowing that this would happen.

You wouldn’t know how long he’d be gone for either. You weren’t sure if this was going to be your last moments until you saw him months down the line where the both of you could be entirely different.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath, calming yourself as much as you could to make this easier.

The chance to cry about it would be later when he was gone and couldn’t see you.

Simon finished tying his shoes and stood up, finally facing you again with a somber face. He clenched his jaw and balled his hands up into fists when he saw the sad smile on your face as you attempted to show him you’d be okay, his eyes bouncing down to your quivering lips.

“Be safe, okay?” You nodded, unable to say anything else for fear that you would break down right in front of him.

He nodded and you took that as the signal to go to your room.

You turned around to walk away but he grabbed your arm firmly. Before you could react, he tugged you back into his space, held onto you as if you would disappear right in front of him, and pressed his lips against yours.

You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, your fingers curling around his jacket to deepen the kiss as his hands roamed over your body before they settled on your hips to pull you into his chest.

Simon’s lips were rough as he kissed you like this was the last time he’d ever get the chance to do it. He sighed into your mouth, pouring every warm feeling he had left into you as he tried to make up for all the countless times he was too much of a coward to kiss you. It was like he was trying to swallow you up, to take your soul inside of him so neither of you would ever be alone, and left you both breathless in the process.

You took everything he gave you and kissed him back just as tenderly, an attempt to tell him that you felt the same, that you wanted him to stay.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours and took your face into his hands, taking one last moment to feel you before he stepped back.

You looked at him, still somewhat breathless but full of so much warmth that you nearly pulled him back into another kiss.

“I’m sorry.”

Though he didn’t sound it, his voice still level yet soft, you could see the sadness in his eyes that only worsened with every second he looked at you. He was breathing heavily, as if he were holding onto a thread, keeping himself together to make it easier for you too as his shoulder tensed so much that they nearly reached his ears.

He didn’t give you a chance to say anything as he opened the front door and left, leaving you in deafening silence.

You blinked a few times, unable to process what fully happened as you stared at the door with your heart beating out of your chest and your stomach in your feet. You listened to the silence that hung so heavily in the air it made your skin crawl.

The heavy weight returned and suffocated you, like a pair of hands that wrapped around your throat and suddenly everything felt dark. Everything felt wrong, out of place, you felt out of place in your own home as everything reminded you of your roommate and you couldn’t fight against the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

You let out a shaky breath, looking around the living room as if he were still there, as if he would wrap you in his arms and take away your pain with well thought out words. You searched for him but only found fragments of him in the blanket that you had forgotten about and his other pair of shoes.

You stared at the door as if it would bring him back, as if he would somehow know that you were standing there, begging him in your mind to come back and stay with you, and he’d walk through the door like nothing had happened. You wished he would, you wished that somehow he would change his mind.

But he was gone.

And you were alone.

Link to part 4

A/N: haha angst. Totally didn't choke myself up writing the last part lol

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dsybouquet · 5 months

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ceo! ellie - 4

“see the stars, they’re shining bright. everything is alright tonight”

read part 3 here !

ellie woke up by the sound of glasses moving. tiredly, she rolled around, noticing your absence. the light was already beaming in from your bedroom window. how late was it? regardless, ellie got up and made her way down the hallway to meet you in the kitchen.

„morning!“

you smiled, noticeably already running on a cup of coffee. ellie rubber her eyes, groaning a small ‚morning‘ back with her raspy morning voice.

perhaps you had a little heartattack because of how how she manages to sound and look that good while you‘re fumbling around with cups and plates.

„want a coffee?“ you ask while already pouring some in a cup and handing it to her.

ellie, in the meantime, sat down at your kitchen table, watching you clean up your kitchen. she had to admit, you looked adorable while doing so. still in pyjamas, no make up, hair a little messy.. she could get used to that view.

“what time is it?“ she asked after the first few sips of coffee.

you looked at the time on your microwave. „9.45 am“

quickly, ellie pulled out her phone to see if there was anything to be missed. in fact, she had 4 missed calls from dina, 5 from jesse and 1 from an unknown number. she didn’t dare to take a look into her messages app.

„fuck.“, she groaned, letting her head fall into her hands.

“what‘s wrong?“ you asked her, sitting down on the other side of the table.

„work. still have to plan an event.“ her hands still supported her head. truth is, ellie didn’t want to. she hated planing and holding speeches on events. she hated the people acting all nice around her when truth was they despised her for taking over joels work.

you nodded, almost forgetting that ellie wasn’t just a girl, she was a business woman.

“i suppose you need to go soon then?”

“yeah.”

ellie looked up to you, her eyes covered in almost a sad glace. the time she spends with you makes her feel so free, like there isn’t a company to run or an event to plan or an problem to solve. its pure sweet freedom, the one she has been seeking for ages.

“if you need fresh clothes, check my closet. this way you don’t need to drive home first.” you said with the softest smile on your lips. maybe you also just liked the thought of her wearing your stuff although it may not fit her perfectly.

“i would just keep that hoodie on, if you don’t mind, dear?”

“of course not!”

the way the petnames rolled off her lips made you weak in the knees.

no matter how stressed ellie felt, she took her time drinking her coffee, keeping up a conversation with you while doing so. she kindly declined breakfast as she wasn’t the person to eat right after getting up.

slowly, you two got ready for the day. brushing teeth and hair, getting changed. ellie enjoyed the slow morning with you - although she knew dina and jesse would fuck her up for this.

together you walked to the beautiful white bentley outside. in your eyes, ellie looked so adorable. the tailored suit pants paired with your oversized university hoodie. she looked so casual, so suit, no black turtleneck - just a pretty girl that spend the night at someone’s place.

“i’ll text you later, okay? maybe we can grab some food?” she asked as gentle as always, smirking slightly.

“i’d love that.”

ellie knew you’d spend your day with your laptop and books, studying for the upcoming exams. maybe a little dinner date would make you feel better after.

she pulled you in a tight hug, stroking your hair lightly.

“see you later, pretty girl.”

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“what the fuck took you so long?”

dina was pissed, and maybe she was right about it. after all, miller enterprises almost got sued over some stupid agent.

“sorry.” ellie groaned in return, letting herself drop onto her leather office chair.

rolling her eyes to the back of her head dina called jesse and a few more members of the team to meet in ellies office.

“everything is set. while you were gone enjoying youself, we organised an event hall and a catering service.” jesse explained, putting some contacts and sheets of paper on ellies desk.

“invitations have been sent, celebrities and influencers as well as important business people have been invited. the charity event, as per wish of the andersons, will be dedicated to the saint mary hospital. helping finding a cure for terminal child illnesses.” dina continued, catching ellies attention.

“this is a lovely topic. helping research for kids that need it.. very well done, team.” she admitted, signing the checks that were in between the paper stack jesse put infront of her.

everybody stood around her desk, watching her silently, waiting for an objection or something to change. to their surprise, ellie was calm. soft tempered, reading through every detail.

“next friday?” she then asked, looking up at everybody.

“yessir.”

“fine. we can get everything done by then.”

they kept on discussing business manner some of the lower tier agents for organisations didn’t understand. after all some were too stunned by the fact that they were standing in their ceos office.

“everyone aware of what to do? are we all aligned?”

everybody nooded. some ‘aye sir’ and ‘yes ma’am’ coming from different corners. ellie took that as a clear yes.

“i expect a perfect event. i shall keep my eyes on your hands while doing so. if you need anything, be it budget or approval, send it to your team leader or to jesse to let me sign it, all clear?”

again, nodding and silent approvals.

ellie grinned, sometimes she loved the power.

“you’re all dismissed then.”

everybody, except for dina and jesse, left her office. ellie wished her friends left too. she wasn’t ready for tales about how she was irresponsible by being inactive and not checking her phone.

“didn’t know you went to university?” dina joked, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. “another girl to play and show off with? is it that bartender girl?”

this woman knew how to piss ellie off. she rolled her eyes and got out of her comfortable leather seat.

“first of all, thats none of your business, dina. i didn’t say a word about you and jesse as well.”

“well you just di-“

“jesse, not know!”

jesse laughed demonically, knowing his jokes can be quite a bit.

“and second of all, i am always on top of everything. once i sleep in you act like my fucking mother!”

“didn’t you wish for one?”

if dina wasn’t her best friend, ellie would’ve grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the wall. it was a button you shouldn’t be pushing when talking to ellie. she was quite reserved about her past, about everything before joel.

„dina that’s enough!“ jesse threw in, getting in between the women.

„i‘ll send you approved contracts to sign.“ dina added before leaving the office.

ellie felt defeated and just looked at jesse.

„can you like leave too? i got work to do.“

„if you need anything let me know.“

„i won‘t but thanks, jesse.“

and so he left her in her huge office by herself. a huge groan left her throat before she activated her coffee machine for another cup. ellie light a cigarette and sat down at her desk. dina always had to pull the family card, opening old wounds that haven’t properly healed inside of ellie yet. there was no time to heal when you had a company to run.

she did her paperwork, read the contacts dina mailed her and approved or declined them. she took boring business calls and attended meetings with the top tier managers.

finally she called it a day and called you on her way to her car.

„hey ellie!“ you sweet voice light up her moof immediately.

“hey dear, can i come pick you up?”

oh, how you hoped she wouldn’t hear your smile in your voice.

“of course ! didnt finish studying yet but it can wait.”

ellie made her way to the garage of the office building, still having you on the phone.

“alright, i will be there in 20!”

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and she was. perhaps your were already waiting outside, wearing your favourite skirt paired with a hoodie and leather jacket, heeled boots underneath.

“hey.” again, she pulled you in a soft hug after getting out of her bentley before opening the door for you to get in.

“so, where are we going?”

“my apartment. im not feeling many people in a restaurant right now.”

you nodded, understanding the burden of work and after studying for what felt like ages, you were happy to not have dinner in a restaurant.

ellie drove off your street, 80s rock playing again. the sun was already down due to the winter nights. still, her car and her aura was so warm.

she stopped in front of an huge building that looked way to expensive to be an apartment building. pressing a little button on a remote control in her car, the doors to an underground garage opened. being an student that’s hardly living on budget, you were stunned.

and before you could notice, you stood in an elevator driving to the top floor of the apartment. the doors opened, and in front of you was probably the most gorgeous apartment you’ve ever seen. plants, led lights and lamp, nerdy posters and figures.

“welcome to my place.”

you were a hooked by the view from the enormous windows all around you. the skyline of the town was beautiful.

she helped you take off your jacket and put it on the hanger - as gentle as always. “thank you.” you smiled.

she showed you around. showing you her kitchen which was an dream, her two bathrooms that were so huge and beautiful, her living room, her bedroom and office. this apartment was an absolute dream. all black and white furniture, color coming from plants and posters.

“ellie this is an insane place.”

“took me a good while to get it like this, thank you.”

she smiled before getting wine glasses and a bottle of way too expensive looking wine.

“i was thinking about ordering pizza, im not a good cook unfortunately.”

“i would love that.”

and so you ordered pizza and drank way too expensive wine, talking, smoking cigarettes and maybe a little bit of weed too. you never felt so full filed in your life - neither did ellie.

“______?”

“hm?” you replied, looking up and taking a sip of the wine. ellie adored the way you look, slightly drunk, eyes full of life. how she wanted to have you for herself, but you hardly have entered the talking stage, did you?

by staring at your pretty eyes, she forgot what to say.

“ellie?” you laughed, putting her back to reality.

“uh yeah ! i wanted to ask uhm.. my company is having a charity event next friday and aah if you’re free, i’d love to have you coming alongsides me.”

you smiled, moving slightly closer to her.

“so like your date?”

ellie started blushing, but hid it well.

“if you wanna call it that.” she smiled in return, ignoring the fact that she was starting to get shy by your energy. the tension was think enough to be cut with a knife. god, you wanted to kiss her right in that spot.

“i’d love to.” you said, close enough for her to grab your face and kiss you. but she didn’t, not yet.

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and with that, merry christmas my loves ! sorry for taking ages. this is not proof read so if anything doesnt make sense, mind i wrote this in the middle of my christmas stress and cooking etc. anyways, one more part is yet to come. <3

love, daisy xx

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veeaxx · 1 year

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— EXAMS ★ their s/o pushes themself to study for the upcoming exams, but it might be getting out of hand.

note: this is a no overworking zone, rest if you need rest!! m.list is here characters: various haikyuu boys x reader

— SUGAWARA KOSHI

⋆ seeing as suga does tutor the first years sometimes, this isn't something new to him.

⋆ in fact, this is quite the common sight. he sees the first/second years stress over their exams all the time.

⋆ yet, he does get overall concerned for them.

⋆ if i know one thing, exams are important but YOU definitely come first!

⋆ what if they get too stressed and pass out? what if they prioritize studies over their own well-being?

⋆ suga's mom instincts kicking in: 🏃💨

⋆ so when he sees you studying for the exams yourself, he can't help but think how determined you are.

⋆ his cute, adorable s/o set on one goal, passing the exams..he finds it cute.

⋆ he does joke about it quite a bit. poking your cheek from time to time all while he softly coos at you. "determined, aren't we? hehe."

⋆ he does understand your concentration though, he will leave you be to avoid distracting you of course!

⋆ he doesn't think much of it at first, studying is a normal sight, obviously. it's even more normal with you, because you two have study dates all the time.

⋆ still cautious about you stressing yourself though. he'll brush it off in the meantime, but he won't forget.

⋆ a few hours pass by. he's gone to volleyball practice, done a few school-works, etc. he can't wait to relax.

⋆ he hums softly before taking out his phone to check the time, it nearly being evening.

⋆ slowly opening the classroom door "time to go home sugar,” he says softly.

⋆ his eyes widen in slight surprise as he sees you there, multiple empty cans of energy drinks, cluttered papers, and notes around your desk.

⋆ your eyes snapping open from time to time as you try to avoid snoozing off.

⋆ as cute as it may sound, he's genuinely concerned. like 😥

⋆ he walks over to you, slowly tapping your shoulder as your eyes flinch open. you rub your eyes before looking up, seeing the concerned smile of your boyfriend.

⋆ "oh, hey suga.." he chuckles quietly. "you look exhausted, sugar. maybe you should rest."

⋆ you whine, "but i need to stud—" he softly shushes you, helping you get up from your chair. "baby, exams are still in a few days. yet here you are worrying your pretty little head." he says.

⋆ "take a break, love. we can get some snacks before we go home, okay?" suga hand in marriage now 💳💥💥💥💳💥💥

⋆ there's no over-studying when suga's around.

⋆ baby would literally pamper you till all the stress goes away!

⋆ no doubt has beef with the subjects you're studying for, like how dare you make my bby stress out 😤

⋆ very good boyfriend, 11/10!

— DAICHI SAWAMURA

⋆ he also knows how it feels, studying for a complicated exam.

⋆ not that daichi has bad grades, but because he also sees his underclassmen having quite a hard time.

⋆ he's also fairly concerned, not only because you're his partner, but because he cares about you. he can't forgive himself if something happens to you :((

⋆ although, seeing you study does motivate him to as well.

⋆ his baby's so determined to pass the examinations..how cute!

⋆ that doesn't stop him from trying to prevent anything from happening to you though.

⋆ "hey, make sure to take a break, alright?" he murmurs, rubbing your shoulders gently. "yes i will, daichi, love." you reply, smiling.

⋆ will leave you alone if you ask him to! he doesn't want to distract anyone here. he might as well attend volleyball practice—and come back for you later.

⋆ and so, he does. as soon as he finishes practice, he sends you a text saying he'll walk you home.

⋆ however, his message remains unseen despite being sent. which is quite odd, as you always would reply immediately.

⋆ "maybe they're busy.." is what he thinks.

⋆ but when he opens the door, oh boy, he's in for a surprise.

⋆ his s/o, knocked out on the desk, nearly snoring. papers and a few notebooks clattered around.

⋆ his eyes are wide, because this is exactly what he had thought of happening. walking over to you, he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, sighing in concern.

⋆ "i thought i told you to rest, sweetheart.." he mumbles quietly, not wanting to wake you up.

⋆ as if on cue, you slowly open your eyes before locking contact with your boyfriend. "oh, hi daichi..what time is it?" you ask, rubbing your eyes.

⋆ he sighs once again, ruffling your hair. "enough studying, baby. you better rest." he replies.

⋆ if you try saying no, it's quite useless. he'll keep saying no to over-studying again.

⋆ will get you anything to make sure you feel better and less-stressed.

⋆ he'll ask the teacher to excuse you if needed.

⋆ once you finally get the rest you need (most likely a nap), he'll be the happiest person alive.

⋆ "sleep well, babe." he mutters as he kisses your forehead.

— TSUKISHIMA KEI

⋆ quite annoyed how you insist you're fine, yet you're clearly tired.

⋆ "tch..stop insisting you're alright, idiot." bakugo vibes frfr 🫡

⋆ but if you really insist, then sure, he'll leave you be.

⋆ he's really concerned though, trust me.

⋆ he just won't show it much because he's being tsukki.

⋆ tsukishima is no doubt smart, which earns him loads of people asking for help on studying.

⋆ with his sour demeanor however, he turns them down as yamaguchi apologizes on his behalf. or he'll snicker with tsukki, lol

⋆ but if you ask, oh, that's a different story. he'll oblige on one condition, buy him some strawberry shortcake.

⋆ anywhooo—while studying, he keeps an eye on you, especially if he can see you're tired.

⋆ if he needs to go to practice, he'll politely ask one of your classmates (or his, if you're both in the same class) to watch over you until he comes back.

⋆ tsukki being kind since when?!! 🫢

⋆ "hey, watch over y/n for me. leave them and you're dead, got it?" nvm he's still rude as ever 🫠

⋆ also sends you a text as soon as he finishes, but if there's no reply he's sour and worried af lol

⋆ imagine, he opens the door calmly, and sees you passed out.

⋆ if the classmate assigned to watch you was still there, he'll actually be kind and thank them all while quietly ushering them out.

⋆ once he's alone with you, he'll sigh softly before sitting down to you.

⋆ "i thought i told you to rest, stupid." he says before taking another look at your sleeping face.

⋆ you looking all pretty sleeping brings a slight tinge of red to his cheeks. kissing your forehead, his blush only turns redder, oh you'd be teasing him all the time if you were awake.

⋆ when you do wake up, he'll be back to his normal self.

⋆ no excuses, you're taking a break from studying. no ifs and no buts either!

⋆ what'll the teacher say? don't worry, he's taken care of that. hungry? he's got your favorite snacks at the ready. cuddles? sure, just this once.

⋆ ask and you'll receive ;)

⋆ will always accompany you to study after that.

⋆ he's really the the sweetest boyfriend, but just for you.

⋆ and by the way, when he kissed you—you weren't even sleeping 🤫

— SATORI TENDOU

⋆ this goofy lil mf !!!

⋆ will tease you on purpose to mess with you, and he gets you everytime.

⋆ i mean, since you're studying he might as well tag along and study too.

⋆ can't leave his precious baby studying alone, can he?

⋆ while it may seem like tendou does not take anything seriously, he knows when someone may have pushed boundaries a lil too far.

⋆ in this case, you pushing your own boundaries by overworking yourself to study.

⋆ satori's pretty smart, in and out of volleyball. don't think you can fool him that easily, dear 😞

⋆ "oh y/n my love~~ don't overwork yourself too much!" "awe.. you're such a sweetie, tendou." "only for you, my sunshine~!" 🥹💕

⋆ he literally needs to go to practice but is still clinging onto you like a koala.

⋆ if you do happen to convince him to attend practice, he will be thinking about you the whole time. he might even mess up a bit because he already misses you that much.

⋆ "oi, tendou! get your head out of the clouds and play well!" semi shouts from the other side of the court, earning a teasing broken-hearted look from the middle blocker. "ouch, semisemi's so harsh!"

⋆ when on the way back after practice, he can't help but have quite the happy mood.

⋆ yknow, you guys could ask each other questions to review, or take down notes together, or—

⋆ his thoughts come to a halt when he sees his lover, in their desk with a look of pure exhaustion on their face. "oh, you're back, babe." you say, before yawning.

⋆ "could you wait just a lil bit more? i gotta tackle this last part—" you mumble, before closing your mouth in your boyfriend's presence.

⋆ "enough studying, baby! look at you, so stressed out and tired." he continues, "how could you do this to yourself?!" your eyes widen in slight surprise as your boyfriend exaggerated nearly every detail of your actions, it's actually quite cute seeing him ramble.

⋆ "t-tendou, i'm fine, baby." you reply, holding his face softly. "you're so cute when you're worried."

⋆ a blush makes it's way onto tendou's face. "i know you think you're fine, y/n-chan. but the way i see it, you're tired, my love." he continues, "rest, sunshine! it'll refresh you a lot, promise."

⋆ tendou touching our hearts fr 💘

⋆ long story short, he's very mindful about studying now. he's gotta be there with you!

⋆ also, he will always let you take breaks if needed! tendou's got snacks, cuddles and anything you'd like at the ready~

⋆ "take good care of yourself, my love!" he exclaims before kissing you, making you giggle.

⋆ "yes, tendou, my love. i won't forget this time." you reply, holding his hand.

⋆ oh man, he really loves you.

— KENMA KOZUME

⋆ kenma himself is quite smart. some may think he only prioritizes video games—but in reality, studies are something he maintains.

⋆ and besides, to complete some of his games, you're required to solve puzzles to move onto a level !!

⋆ so technically, he never lacked smarts in the first place.

⋆ kenma also hates being burnt out, and due to that, he usually requires a study partner to be able to check on him.

⋆ back then, it would always be kuroo—and it remained the same, until he started studying with you.

⋆ i am not implying he replaced rooster head btw 😢

⋆ and throughout time, he started to notice how you'd stay up quite late just to study.

⋆ on one point, staying up late is something he does all the time. but he's aware it could have negative health benefits.

⋆ and so, he'd try his absolute best to remind you that you should take breaks once in awhile.

⋆ "rest, babe." he whispered. "hm? what was that, kenma?" you say, turning your head to face him. "i said you should rest, i don't like seeing you tired.." he replied, blushing softly.

⋆ you always give him the same "i will!" which makes him think you're lying.

⋆ he does trust you, but do you really think he believes that 🤨

⋆ anywho, he does understand that you need to study, so he'll leave you be.

⋆ is lowkey the type to send someone to spy on you/j

⋆ i mean, he'll see you after anyway, not much of a big deal.

⋆ atleast, that's what he thinks. but the moment he sees you again, oh boy..

⋆ it's as if a tornado came and wrecked everything.

⋆ i'm exaggerating ofc, but yk what i mean 👍

⋆ letting out a soft sigh, he walks over to your cluttered desk, crouching to be able to see your exhausted expression.

⋆ "hey, kenma...what's up?" you ask, straightening your form as you look at your partner lovingly, albeit visibly tired.

⋆ "you look tired, bunny." he mutters, being careful not to raise his voice too much to avoid making you surprised.

⋆ "haha..yeah, math's taking a toll on me, hun." you reply, yawning while stretching your arms in the air.

⋆ "i promise, i'm almost done, maybe 5 more minutes?" you continue, looking at the clock on the wall, which makes kenma look at you in disbelief.

⋆ he softly grabs your hand, blushing a bit due to embarrassment. "kenma?" you ask, "is something wrong?" you ask. "bunny, don't overwork yourself. you look exhausted, let's take a break." he replies, rubbing your hand softly.

⋆ surprised at the little gesture of affection, your eyes widen, as if it's the first day you saw kenma. such a sweetheart.

⋆ giving up the act, you smile and nod. "sure, let's take a break, love." which in return, makes him smile as you stood up from your chair.

⋆ if the message wasn't already clear, you're not sneaking off to study, that's a nono!!

⋆ if you need anything, kenma will literally go out of his way to get it for you (that is, if it is obtainable in the first place).

⋆ most importantly, if you just want to rest with him, he'll oblige to that too!

⋆ he's really just concerned, so don't get him worried again, or else he might as well drag you to play a game with him on his psp, heheh.

⋆ "you did well, y/n. i'm proud of you." he mumbles, stroking your hair.

⋆ boyfriend material !!!!

HAIKYUU TAGLIST: @millenialfanfictionaddiction, @queen-aria-things

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xstargirlslutx · 5 months

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Cock Warming || Theo Nott

Day 5 of Kinkmas

Kinkmas Masterlist

TW: grinding, slight exhibitionism, teasing, use of y/n, public sex, rough riding

Words: 1,171

You were sitting on Theo's lap in the common room, visiting with Pansy who sat adjacent on the other couch. Theo was reading a book, hardly paying attention to the conversation you two were having.

For a while, you and Pansy were just talking about school and the upcoming O.W.L.S., until she switched the topic and made you laugh. You shifted slightly as you giggled and repositioned yourself to be more comfortable.

You heard a heavy exhale behind you but it no mind, you were too busy laughing anyway.

"Oh Y/n, we really need to get the whole group together again, go out for butterbeers or something."

"Oh I know! We've all been so busy studying for the o.w.l.s., I've barely had time to do anything."

"Other than snogging Th-" You cough loudly,

"None of that either, mind you." Pansy smirked,

"Well you need to fix that then. Might help.. take the stress off before exams."

"You're talking as if I'm not here," Theo mumbled.

"That's because you're supposed to be reading obliviously since you insisted on staying with me all night."

"Note taken." He laughed,

"I think I'll run to the restroom real quick, before I piss myself." Pansy said, still laughing. She winked at you and walked down the hall.

As soon as she had disappeared Theo marked his place in his book and set it down on the couch.

"Maybe she's right darling.. It's been far too long."

"We've been far too busy."

"Well I'm here now." You shifted yourself to look at him better, he stifled a groan, "-Bella, you've got to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" You smirked, and he blew out from his mouth,

"Stay quiet."

"Wh-" Suddenly, Theo reached his hand down and undid his pants. It was only a matter of moments before he slid your panties to the side and sunk into you. "Ah- Theo-" You bit down on your lip at the lack of warning, "We can't here-"

"We're not." And he was right- technically. He didn't move one bit. Your skirt covered everything that was happening, but it didn't hide your face growing increasingly red. You could barely think straight, feeling so full of him. You missed it after so long, and you couldn't wait to be back up to your room with him later.

Pansy returned shortly after, with Draco, as well. You turned and buried your face in Theo's neck out of embarrassment, yet he was back to reading like nothing was happening. Except this time, he had one arm securely wrapped around your waist.

"Look who I found!" Pansy chimed, "He was doing nothing alone in his room so I thought he could hang out too."

"Perfect." You forced a smile. Immediately as Draco sat down he noticed something was off about you.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He asked,

"-Yes, yes of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean, it's a little cold all the way over there, isn't it? Don't you two want to come sit over here by the fire?"

"We're fine." Theo interjected, and Draco smirked knowingly.

"Very well."

"Um, so what do you guys think of that new professor?" Pansy asked, trying to change the subject.

"He's alright, bit of a downer in class though, won't let us talk to our friends until he's done with his lecture."

"Isn't that what most teachers would expect?"

"Maybe, but most of them have given up trying to quiet us down." You all laughed and Theo squeezed your hip. You mumbled an apology to him and reached back to play with his hair. He smiled slightly but kept his attention on the book.

The three of you talked for an hour longer, enjoying catching up after the chaos of the end of the school year. Theodore stayed a bystander, calming reading his book despite your attempts to arose him with your movements.

Eventually Pansy said, "I think I'm going to turn in guys, it's getting pretty late."

"Yea me too, we have an early practice before school tomorrow, I want to be well rested. Don't forget that either mate." Draco said, referring to Theo, almost knowing he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

"Well goodnight guys, we need to hang out again soon, after exams." You smiled, and they waved goodnight before exiting the common room.

You glanced around to find there was nobody left except the two of you. "I could fall asleep like this you know? All warm and full.." You had almost forgotten he was still in you, simply feeling complete.

"Oh really? Hm.. well I don't know if I can let that happen yet.. You still need to fix what you did to me earlier."

Heat filled your cheeks once again and you decided to make a bold move. You shifted and spun yourself to face him, not once letting it slip out. "Mm.. Theo, you wanna do it here? We may as well.."

Theo loved it when you were like this, giving him your innocent eyes yet begging for the nastiest things.

"I thought you were embarrassed by this darling, what happened?" He smirked and set his book to the side.

"Shut up-" You rocked your hips back and forth, suddenly desperate for friction.

"Fuck tesoro, you want me to fuck you right here? Where somebody could catch us?"

"I don't care- they're all asleep.."

"So bad.." He gripped both of your hips and wasted no time fucking into you with short but rough thrusts.

"Fuck- Theo- Gods- Ah~" Your words were interrupted by his sporadic movements, hitting your cervix just right.

"Shh.. darling- don't- want to wake- anybody up- now.." Though he preached for you to be quieter, he was slowly coming undone himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mm.. Theo- I'm close."

"Fanculo, bambina, already?"

You whimpered and nodded quickly, and he sped up, slid a hand down under your skirt, and rubbed fast circles on your clit.

You fell apart above him and buried your face into his shoulder to mute the sounds that were bound to fall out of your mouth.

"Mm.. fuck yes-" He moaned and released just after you, only sliding in once more and then staying there.

"Could we- go back up to your dorm?" He asked, and you nodded and began climbing off him, but he pulled you back down onto him.

"Mm, no.." He stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping in the same position. "Good girl.."

The two of you made it back to your dorm room, and he laid you both down on the bed, keeping his dick in you the whole time.

"Can we stay like this tonight?" He asked, and you nodded nervously. "It's okay, darling, it'll be good I promise." He reached his hands and unbuttoned your shirt to make you more comfortable. "Just relax and go to sleep.. I know you're tired."

You nuzzled your head into his chest and quickly fell asleep, feeling full of him and as comfortable as ever.

#harry potter #kinkmas #slytherin #slytherin boys #smut #theodore nott

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socstudies · 9 months

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Hi, as someone who is going to be in their first year of college this fall, I'm curious about the note taking part

Is physical or digital note taking easier?

Is spending money on a laptop nessesary?

What is something you wish you would've done differently during your first year?

Do you have any advice?

If by any chance you see this, your blog and your aesthetic are amazing!

I'm wishing you a wonderful day/night.

If you do decide to reply, thank you in advance <3

helloo! sorry for the late reply & thank u for the ask! :)

ive tried both and i think i prefer handwritten notes, however they both have their pros and cons:

handwritten pros

proven to be better for retaining information

can't get distracted by other tabs

lighter to carry

costs less than a laptop

i've had some classes where we weren't allowed to use laptops so it's good to already be used to taking notes this way

cons:

much slower. sometimes i find im missing stuff and i have to go back to it at the end

have to print out diagrams etc if u want to include them

could possibly lose them, spill something etc

not enough space on desk for both laptop and notebook so u can't get slides up or google something

digital pros:

much quicker

easier to organise & pull up different notes at any time - u don't need to carry around or find older notebooks to be able to study or refer back to past classes

some people make notes directly onto the slides which u would have to print out if u wanted to do by hand

can also use for research and writing essays which u will need a computer for at some point so might as well do everything in one place

cons:

expensive

more stressful if u lose or break it

if u forget to charge it and u don't have paper .......

this upcoming year, im using a combination. most of the time i'll handwrite my notes, but for classes where they talk too quickly i'll type them (it's not worth the stress & extra time having to go back to recordings after). my notes for readings will be annotated straight onto the pdf. i'll be taking pictures of notes to put them all together.

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unfortunately, i think it is because you'll need computer access to research and write ur essays, as well as to find course information etc. HOWEVER some universities (most?) have laptops that u can borrow and computers in the library, so if u know that you'll be motivated enough to get up and do all of ur work on campus, you could save this cost - bare in mind when u move off campus after first year it might be even harder. definitely look into this if cost is an issue for you! it doesn't need to be a fancy one if u do buy a laptop though, just remember u'll be carrying it around so don't get a super heavy one!

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as for something i wish i'd done differently: as a sociology student, none of my classes have exams where i have to memorise things, instead it's all essay based. this led me to not 'study' i guess ??? like the stuff that i wrote my essays on, i knew like the back of my hand, but everything else i couldn't remember well. so if ur taking an essay based subject, remember that u still need to study a little & remember these things !! i was so overwhelmed tbh that i forgot about this oopsie!

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extra advice:

when people say that after u skip one class, u'll skip the rest THEY. MEAN. IT. literally try so hard not to miss class bc you will never go again if u do. my classes would start off with not enough seats for everybody and end up with just a handful of us by the end of term.....

make time for urself !! it can become all consuming, especially if u live on campus, but pls make some dedicated time away from studying !!

u will find ur friends eventually. pls remember that it won't last or be that fun if u stick with friends who u don't have that much in common with just bc they were the first u met. tell me why i was going to bars and clubs with people in first term bc that;s what they wanted to do ????? it's ok to move onto different people bc u will eventually get tired of doing these things u don't like just to be able to hang out with people !! now i go to bookstores and cafes with my new friends and i love it!! don't settle !!

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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No One Goes Hungry in this Mansion

Request from anon: Rossi x Daughter!Reader where she has been overworking herself and basically forgot to eat so she almost passes out and he cooks for her?🤍

David Rossi x daughter!reader

Summary: It's rare that anyone living in the Rossi household is hungry, but sometimes work gets in the way. When it does, your dad knows exactly how to fix it.

A/N: I have far too much fun writing rossi!daughter... even the slightly angsty ones are so nice and fluffy and sarcastic and I love it so much. I hope you love it too!

CW: reader forgets to eat, not a lot of Italian in this one (sorry), rossi being the best dad

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You sat on the floor of your bedroom with your papers spread out in front of you. Next week there were final exams and to say that you were stressed was an understatement. You had only taken two classes this semester, but you were a TA for a professor that taught three classes and that was far more work. For weeks, you had been running around like a chicken with your head cut off trying to keep up with studying and working at the same time.

“Mio passerotta!” You were so focused on organizing and planning the upcoming week that you hadn’t even heard the sound of the door as your dad enter the house. “I’m home!”

“Ciao, papa!” You called, continuing to work on organizing your notes for a study session you were hosting.

Rossi knocked on your door before entering. He looked around the room. “Why does it look like a tree was murdered?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well you can look around for a weapon or a signature but you won’t find one unless printer ink and pencil count.” You put aside the packet of requirements for the study guide you had to make and shoved another stack of notes- this one for your math final- in a different binder.

“Okay, well it’s already past midnight. You should really be asleep.”

With a furrowed brow you looked up at the clock on your wall- you hadn’t noticed how much time had passed.

“Why did you come home so late? Don’t you guys get off at six on Fridays?” You asked your dad.

“Aaron and I went out after work, just to have fun,” Rossi said.

“Let me guess, you went to a single-dads-in-suits meeting?” You smirked.

Rossi rolled his eyes dramatically. “Actually we were at the country club for their bi-annual whisky tasting night.”

“Ah, so an old and rich single-dads-in-suits meeting.”

Your dad sighed. He couldn’t say anything about your sense of humor- you got it from him after all. “Anyway, I just came to say goodnight.” He placed a gentle kiss on top of your head. “Buona notte.”

“Buona notte, papa,” you replied. He closed the door behind him as he left, allowing you to finish your work in silence.

You sighed and looked at all the things you still had to go through. Rossi was right- you did need sleep. But you also had to get this finished. “After I get this done I will go to bed,” you promised yourself. You also knew it wasn’t going to happen.

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You woke up to a text from your dad: the team had a case and it looked like they would be gone for a few days. Normally you would be disappointed, seeing as Saturday morning frittata making wouldn’t be happening, but it meant that the mansion would be entirely quiet for 24 hours at the very least which gave you the perfect study environment.

After getting ready for the day, you set your materials up in the living room and got to work. You set off to work through your list one by one in order of priority. Hours into working you managed to put a dent in the tasks you had to do thanks to your dad’s premium coffee maker. You even thought about rewarding yourself with a break after finishing the next chapter in your textbook when you got a call from your friend.

She was in tears, unable to get through one of the problems on the study guide. It was nearly ten o’clock at night, but you agreed to meet her at the library anyway. By the time you left the library your friend was doing far better, though you were exhausted. You grabbed a water bottle and a candy bar from the vending machines, not bothering to look at your phone until you got to your car. It was almost 2 AM. Having put your phone on silent so you didn’t get yelled at by an angry old librarian, you’d missed a midnight text from your dad letting you know the case was going to keep them for at least another day. You sent him a quick text back, telling him to be safe, before driving home.

Not having the energy to walk up the stairs, you made yourself comfortable on the couch for the night. You had one more day of quiet before the week started and things got even more busy, so you decided to allow yourself to sleep a little later than planned- till 8 AM instead of 6 AM. As soon as your alarm was set you were out like a light.

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The case didn’t close until Wednesday morning and due to the weather the jet didn’t land until it was dark outside. It had been a rough one- particularly for the parents on the team- and there was nothing more that David Rossi wanted than to hug his daughter. He was thankful to see your car in the driveway when he arrived home.

“(Y/N)!” he called out when he entered the foyer, dropping his go-bag on the floor.

“In here!” you called back.

“Where’s ‘here’?” He imagined you rolling your eyes at his response, but he knew your voice was coming from the dining room.

You were sitting at the head of the mahogany table, switching between writing something on paper and then going back to your laptop. There were textbooks and binders and papers scattered on the table. It was truly a mess.

“Hi, papa,” you greeted him. After what he’d been through the last five days, he was sure that he would look worse than you, but the bags under your eyes were clear evidence that you hadn’t gotten much sleep and the papers told him you were working far too hard. He didn’t need to be a profiler to determine that. “Sorry for the mess. How was the case?”

“I’m glad it’s over.” He put a hand on your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Your finals should be over too. Weren’t they both on Monday?”

You sighed heavily. “Yes. I did well on both of them. The students in the class I TA for decided to leave all their questions until the last minute and a few people have questions about the classes I took last semester so I’m still working.”

Rossi looked at your weary eyes and pale complexion, then at the table. There wasn’t an empty glass or crumb-covered plate in sight. “Mio passerotta, when was the last time you ate something?”

“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “A few hours ago?” It was more of a question than an answer.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Rossi said. “I was really looking forward to trying a new recipe for our Sunday frittatas.”

You sighed. “Sounds good.” You rose to your feet, feeling dizzy and unsteady. Your face blanched and your dad caught you before you fell.

“Let’s go lay down,” he said quietly. He guided you to the living room and helped you lay down on the couch. “I’ll be right back. Don’t try to get up.”

All you could do was nod and mumble an “Okay” in response. He came back with a bottle of water and helped you take a sip. After a few minutes you were able to down about half the bottle and sit up, but you continued to rest your head against the couch cushions, still feeling ill.

“Are you okay if I go do something?” Rossi asked you.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking a heavy breath.

“I’ll just be in the kitchen. Just yell if you start to feel worse.”

You nodded and your dad left. You could hear him in the kitchen behind you, his shoes against the flooring as he moved around, the refrigerator door opening and closing, the sizzle of something hitting a hot pan on the stove.

You closed your eyes in an effort to get your head to stop spinning, taking a sip of water when you could manage it.

“Okay.” Your dad came back and sat on the edge of the couch, a plate in his hand. “It’s the new recipe, so I don’t know how good it will be.” He set the plate down on your lap. On it was a perfect frittata, complete with leafy greens and vegetables.

You took a small bite of the dish. Like everything your dad cooked, it tasted like something straight out of a five star restaurant in Italy. You sighed happily and took another bite.

“Good?” Rossi asked.

“So good,” you replied. Your dad began eating his own meal, reminding you to take a sip of water every once in a while.

You finished your dish. The color had come back to your face and you were more aware than before.

“Thanks, papa,” you said.

“Of course.” He smiled at you. “You need to stop working so hard.”

You smiled back at him. “I wonder where I got my work ethic from.”

Rossi sighed. “Well, you need to remember to eat something next time. There should be no such thing as hungry in this house.”

"I thought it was a mansion," you said.

"Then no one goes hungry in this mansion."

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #david rossi #rossi x daughter!reader #rossi x child!reader #david rossi x daughter!reader #david rossi x child!reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x teen!reader #criminal minds x daughter!reader #criminal minds x child!reader

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jynxpsiche · 1 year

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Like a love story

💌. Summary: simple headcanons of tangerine meeting you and gradually falling in love.

💌. Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, canon gore, swearing, (y/n) used one or twice, grammar and spelling error.

🍋. Lemon’s speaking

🍊. Tangerine’s speaking

🍓. Reader’s speaking

how you meet❣️

• it was early in the morning when you arrived at the caffee, being called by your friend for covering her shif in the early morning since she was shit-faced from a last night’s party.

• it wasn’t a big deal, even if that meant waking earlier than usual. You were just trying to help a friend out.

• there weren’t many clients early in the morning, mostly runners or some students with an upcoming exam. Shifts like these never stressed you.

• while you were checking the inventory, the bell upon the door belled, meaning a new customer entered the caffee.

• it was Lemon, a regular customer. Most of the times he would come late at night, when usually your normal shift would end. It was quite rarely for him to show up so early.

• also he wasn’t alone. A tall man with long curly hair and a moustache stood behind him a wrinkled face.

🍋. “Hello strawberry, how ya doin’ today?”

🍓. “Hi, I’m fine. What about you? Everything’s good?”

The man nodded in response, only after a mumbled curse from the other man Lemon acknowledged his presence.

🍋. “Strawberry, I want ya to meet my brother, Tangerine. Tan, she’s (Y/n).”

You waved lightly at the man with a small smile on your face.

• when Tangerine met your gaze, he knew he was fucked. He thought you were glowing or something when you waved at him.

• he didn’t answer back but only nodded briefly his head, trying to keep his cool.

• obviously he received a strange look from his brother.

• tangerine observed closely how you and his brother chatted lively, like to close friends meeting up after a long time.

• his gaze was fixated on your figure and he noticed how your eyes lit up during the entire conversation or how a dimple appeared when you smiled.

• he thought you were really cute.

🍓. “Here’s the usual Lemon. It was nice seeing you again.”

🍋. “The pleasure’s mine, strawberry.”

🍓. “Oh! It was nice meeting you too, Tangerine. I hope we can be friends!”

Again, no words came out from the man’s mouth. His blue eyes met yours and he acknowledged your proposal with a straight face.

• ok now you probably hated him.

• but it wasn’t his faul! He panicked and that never happened to him.

• once they left the caffee, his brother shooted questions at him about his strange behaviour.

• Lemon was right: he has never been this quiet.

🍋. “I wasn’t going to say it, but you have a big fat crush.”

🍊. “Shut the hell up!”

how he asked you out❣️

• after that first encounter, you noticed how frequently the other twin, the tall one, came to the caffe.

• most of the times during your shifts.

• and most of the times…alone.

• at first the only words you two exchanged were necessary for him to order and for you to ensure a good service.

• it was…awkward.

• you noticed from his eyes how he wanted to start a proper conversation, but something invisible held him back everytime.

• Tangerine knew he was making a fool of himself.

• he tried to forget you, to force himself to avoid that place, but every. fucking. time. he was drawn by an invisible force to you.

• it was like you casted a spell on him. And he hated it.

• he hated the furious beats of his heart when he thought of you.

• he hated your sweet giggles.

• and most of all he hated that stupid dimple that appeared on your stupid face everytime you smiled.

• you were driving him insane.

• but one day he made up his mind. He decided to try to start a real conversation with you.

🍋. “I told you you were head over heels for her.”

🍊. “I’m fucking not. I just wanna seem kind.”

🍋. “Yeah. Kind. Because you like her.”

🍊. “I’m gonna smash your head through a fucking wall if ya don’t shut the fuck up!”

• so a nervous Tangerine entered the shop.

• it was 7pm and he noticed how the shop wasn’t so full. Maybe luck was on his side.

• you immediately noticed him and a big smile plastered on your face.

• Tangerine’s heart beat faster at that sight and a slight blush crept up his cheeks.

• he approached your figure at the counter and confidently he opened his mouth, ready to start a conversation.

• but we guess luck wasn’t fully on his side that day.

• a group of armed thieves suddenly entered the shop and pointed their guns at the customers and at the staff.

• scared whimpers echoed through the shop. With a quick motion Tangerine landed and crouched behind the counter near your scared figure.

🍊. “It’s alright love, nothing is going to happen to you.”

• and he was damn sure about his statement.

• without using his gun, Tangerine fought the thieves also with the help of metal trays and glasses.

• he didn’t want to scare you more.

• once he was done he returned behind the counter and a sigh of relief left his mouth when he noticed your figure still there.

• but he couldn’t accept how furiously your figure was trembling.

🍓. “Tan-Tangerine?”

Your soft voice came out as a whisper, but it was laced with terror.

Tangerine’s figure crouched next yours and he placed his hands on your shoulders, sweetly caressing them.

🍊. “Yes, it’s me. Are you okay love? Are you hurt somewhere?”

At his questions, you only shook you head in a ‘no’ motion.

🍓. “It was you who stopped them?”

🍊. “Yes love, it was me. I’m sorry if I scared ya.”

Again, you disagreed with him.

🍓. “I thought you were really cool and I could never thank you enough for saving me.”

A light chuckled left his lips and his strong arms engulfed you in a tight embrace. You could clearly smell his cologne and feel his moustache tickle your forehead.

The man stayed in that position and simply left light kisses on your forehead, as a way to calm you down. Or that’s what he told himself.

🍊. “How about a dinner? That would be the perfect way to thank me.”

🍓. “Dinner it is.”

who said ‘I love you’ first❣️

• after that first date, many more followed.

• the first time he took you to a fancy restaurant, and the best part was the dress HE bought for YOU.

• even if at first you were slightly uncomfortable in that type of environment, he immediately made you feel at ease.

• you loved his accent and mostly his kindness towards you. He showed his gentle side only to you.

🍊. “I’m really glad ya accepted to go on a date with me, love.”

🍓. “When your brother introduced you, I wanted to get to know you better.”

• not only fancy dates but also late night drivings!

• he absolutely loved to show off his insanely driving skill and also his spectacular cars.

• expect a lot of gifts from this man, he’s trade to be your sugar daddy.

• ok maybe he already is.

🍊. “Saw this and thought of you.”

🍓. “Oh Tan, you didn’t have to.”

🍊. “Everything for you love.”

• I see him as the type to slow dance with you only when you are alone.

• in a field, in your/his apartment, in a desert street.

• he may not be the best dancer, but for you he would do anything.

• Tangerine never stops talking to his brother about you. And now Lemon regrets introducing you to him.

🍋. “It’s the millionth time that you tell me how beautiful she is.”

🍊. “So ya fuckin’ know how I feel when you won’t shut the fuck about Thomas, dont’cha?”

• please please please tell him how gorgeous he looks in his suit.

• he tries to be as prepared as possible when meeting you. He wants you to think he looks handsome just like he thinks you are marvellous.

• sometimes you catch him stealing a bracelet or a ring from someone just to gift it to you.

🍓. “Tangerine.”

🍊. “Yes love?”

🍓. “You know I don’t need that right?”

🍊. “I think it looks better on you.”

🍓. “Give it back, Tan.”

The curly-haired man sighed loudly and approached a woman with a tight smile. Clearly irritated.

🍊. “Ma’am, I think ya dropped this.”

• once he decided to take you to another fancy restaurant with a terrace.

• he indeed booked not only the table, but the entire terrace just for you two.

• he bought you your favourite flowers.

• and for this date he chose matching outfits.

• he wants to show others that you were his.

• the night was perfect.

• well…for 10 minutes and 34 seconds.

• suddenly a group of men surrounded your table and in a blink you found yourself under the table while Tangerine fought against them.

• this time he used the gun.

🍊. “CLOSE YOUR EYES LOVE AND COVER YOUR EARS!”

🍓. “Please be careful!”

• he loved how you cared about him.

• once the fight was done, your eyes immediately fell on Tangerine’s bloody figure.

• you knew most of the blood wasn’t his, but you couldn’t be not preoccupied.

• his blue eyes met yours and they widen in shock.

• he hadn’t had the time to open his mouth when your figure embraced his torso.

🍊. “I’m fine darling. I’ll always be.”

🍓. “I know you’re fine, but please next time be more careful. You’re still bleeding from your shoulder.”

• ah yes, you didn’t miss his wound.

• all Tangerine needs right now is to have you near him. He craves you.

• he was scared he would have lost you.

• he knew you were smart enough to protect yourself, but faith was unpredictable.

• Tangerine could not bare to lose you.

🍋. “Alright lovebirds, let’s get out of here.”

🍊. “What the fuck are ya doing here?”

🍋. “(Y/n) texted me.”

You flashed him an innocent bit not so innocent smile.

• Lemon drove you two to your apartment.

• you made sure Tangerine was comfortable enough and then you started treating his wound.

• it was uncharacteristically from Tangerine to be so silent.

• but he couldn’t help but focus his attention on your concentrated face.

🍊. “I love you.”

• he blurted that out.

• and he could believe his ears.

• he knew he loved you after your second date but obviously thought it was too early to say it.

• your delicate fingers froze mid air and your eyes locked with his.

🍓. “You really mean it?”

🍊. “With all my heart.”

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gakusbearemoji · 8 months

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Niki x Reader- Bench

You stood in the girls locker room, just seconds after your class ended. Changing your clothes makes you feel like you almost did something other than play on your white Nintendo DS all period under the poorly cleaned bleachers.

Your Nintendo was barely white from how dirty it is, putting off washing it every night because there was always something else more important to do. After you changed your clothes back to an oversized t-shirt and some jeans, you left the room, trying to avoid the almost poisonous smell of perfume.

It was the last period of the day. Finally, you would be able to go home and clean your Nintendo. Well, after you did your homework...and your laundry. Don't forget your chores either. Anyway, you pulled out your pen and tried to save your game before the bell rang so you could swiftly exit. But it's you.

Why wouldn't something go wrong in the middle of such a small action?

A tall figure bumped into you, pushing you into the padded wall behind you. You closed your eyes in anticipation of hearing erupting laughter, instead hearing shoes squeaking against the gym floor and a whistle blowing. You opened your eyes, seeing a tall blonde boy in front of you. His brown eyes seemed to be filled with concern.

Not for you, of course. He bent over, picking up your Nintendo DS along with it's stylus. When he bent over, you noticed his blonde hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail. Cute, you thought, almost forgetting how angry you were. "Good news and bad news?" He whispered lowly, his face pink with embarrassment. "You and your stylus are okay. But I may or may not have cracked your screen."

Instead of looking at your cracked device first, you looked at the tall boy in disbelief. He was wearing a nervous toothless smile, his eyes in a squint. "I'm so sorry, I should've been more careful." You noticed how the boy avoided eye contact, finally showing his teeth with a nervous chuckle. Wow. His voice was deep for his age.

You couldn't feel nowhere near as mad now, half because of how tired you were, and the other half because of how cute the boy was. Finally you looked at your Nintendo, the screen cracked and glitching.

As much as you wanted to beat up the taller boy, you've learned to choose your battles carefully. This fight you would definitely lose. "It's fine. It was obviously an accident. You owe me a DS, though." The tall blonde nodded, sighing in relief. "I thought you were gonna swing on me. Ni-ki is my name, by the way." "Oh trust me! I thought about it. Y/N." You both giggled off the earlier incident.

Annoyingly, the bell rang. You turned around to pick up your bag and leave, only to feel your wrist being pulled back. "Wait!" He shouted, you hearing his voice crack. You turned around, looking up at the blonde. "Maybe you could stay until practice is over. That way I won't forget to get your DS."

Checking your watch, you realized maybe it wouldn't hurt. Or maybe maybe you secretly wanted to watch Ni-ki play basketball. Either way, you agreed and claimed your seat on the floor behind the hoop. Mourning your broken DS, you pulled out your notebook to study for your upcoming math exam.

Honestly, it was the reason you were stressed and tired right now. A lot of stress had been placed on you to pass, being someone who usually never fails. Not wanting to remember your expectations, you closed your math book. You heard a whistle blow, noticing a ball bouncing near you, pushing it back onto the court. You turned over with your notebook in hand, sliding it back into your bag.

Looking up, you noticed Ni-ki's face was beet red with anger. You quickly removed your earbuds from your ears, hearing a shouting match between Ni-ki and a shorter boy. "See Jake, this is why you should stick to violin! Because that's obviously the only thing you'll ever be good at. At least Nicholas can do a layup."

The shorter brunette's face changed from an offended one to a sad expression. "Low blow, dude." A slightly taller silver haired boy mumbled, the coach angrily stomping up to Ni-ki. "Nishimura Riki. Take a walk." Ni-ki furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't call me that name. It's Ni-ki and Ni-ki only." His statement

"Take. A. Walk. Before I bench you the rest of the season." Ni-ki let out a loud yell, everyone in the gym going quiet. "Bench me! Bench me then, but you know we'll lose every single game if I'm not on that court." You stood up, putting your things into your bag. Quickly, you scurried towards Ni-ki on the court.

"Ni-ki, uh are you okay?" You quietly whispered so that only he could hear. "Am I OKAY? Do I look okay right now?" He shouted in response, swinging his arm back and pushing you onto the gym floor. All you remembered was your vision slowly closing in and panicked shouts of people around you.

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Ni-ki stared at your body on the floor of the gym. "Sh!t. Y/n? Are you okay?" Ni-ki kneeled to your side, Jake snickering. "I don't know, Ni-ki. Does she look okay right now?" The coach gave Jake an annoyed look, making him apologize. "She's not responding! Coach, can you call an ambulance?" The coach rushed to his phone, the rest of the team just staring at your body. "Nicho. Don't just sit there and look stupid! Grab me some water and a towel."

Nicholas complied, rolling his eyes. "What happened to please and thank you." Nicholas shouted from the locker room door, making Ni-ki grunt and focus back on you. He was 95% positive he just murdered you with his elbow. "No, you're alive. People don't die that easily, right? Yeah, right! You're just knocked out."

Nicholas returned, a rolled up towel in one hand and some water in the other. Ni-ki lifted your head, placing the towel under your head. He softly kissed your forehead, sighing and holding your hand. "I'm super sorry Y/N. First I break your game console and then I knock you out. I hope you don't hate me when you wake up." Ni-ki stepped away, rushing into the locker room to collect his things and throw on a hoodie and some shorts.

The ambulance rushed into the gym, pulling out a stretcher to put you on. Ni-ki put on your bag, embracing how it smelled like your perfume. As they carried you out, Ni-ki followed the paramedics. "Is she gonna be okay?" Ni-ki questioned, watching as they lifted you into the back of the ambulance. He took a quick deep breath, annoyed by the fact he was being ignored.

"I need to make sure she's gonna be alright." A female paramedic turned around, a soft smile on her face. "I get you're worried. You need to calm down, though. Your friend will be alright." "Yeah. I need to come with her." The paramedic looked around. "Do your parents-" "They wouldn't care. Please. I-I'm worried for my girlfriend." Ni-ki's cheeks were flushed red.

Why did he say girlfriend? You're not his girlfriend. Well, for however long until you get discharged from this hospital you are now. "Ah. Makes sense. You can come, just promise that you'll let your parents know." Ni-ki nodded faster than he ever had before, gently climbing into the ambulance next to you.

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Your eyes slowly opened, hearing the beeping of a heart rate monitor. The florescent lights above you almost convinced you to shut them back, but you didn't. Only for one reason. You noticed Ni-ki dozing off on the backless bench to your left. "Ni..ki? Ni-ki!" You weakly called his name, his head immediately perking up.

"You're awake!" Ni-ki rushed to your side, panting happily. He rushed to grab the remote, pressing the call for help button and speaking in. "She-she's awake." He dropped the remote, squeezing you tightly. "I can't believe it!" The nurse walked in, checking your vitals with a teasing smile directed at Ni-ki. "Baby, you've been unconscious for...almost a month now."

You squinted your eyes in confusion. Baby? A month? Wait- Baby? "A whole month, wow." You slowly spoke, deciding you'd address it later in private. "And your handsome little boyfriend was here every single day to check on you." Ni-ki turned his head away from you, not wanting you to see his red face. You smiled, grabbing and squeezing Ni-ki's hand. "Every day?"

Ni-ki chuckled, squeezing your hand even tighter. "Something like that. Hey, I got you something." He pulled out a rectangular box, you gasping as he slowly lowered it into your hands. "This wouldn't happen to be a Nintendo DS would it?" You tilted your head to the side, Ni-ki smiling wide with his teeth. "Maybe." You squinted your eyes once again. "Hey, you got your braces off!"

Ni-ki quickly tried to change the subject, pushing the box towards you again. "This isn't about me right now. It's about you." You opened the box, coming face to face with a pristine white Nintendo DS with a nice stylus. You also noticed he had added a game in there, Pokémon Black and White.

You closed the box back and placed it next to some flowers he had brought you a while back, leaning in to hug Ni-ki. The nurse left the room to grab you some water, Ni-ki pulling away from you. "Sorry about the whole...dating thing. I panicked a while back and said we we're dating." You scooted to the right, tapping the bed and inviting Ni-ki to sit to your left.

"I didn't mind." Ni-ki sat down, looking out the window for a minute of awkward silence. "So, you didn't mind like you're not mad at me? Or you didn't mind like you don't mind us dating." Ni-ki was nervously pulling on his hoodie strings, making you giggle. "Well, I'm not opposed to us dating sometime in the future."

Ni-ki accepted that as an answer, you picking up your renewed DS and putting in the game card. The nurse returned with your water, you and Ni-ki sitting next to each other for the rest of the night and playing games together until you dozed off in each others arms.

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derealizationsstuff · 1 year

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Jack howl x gn reader smut

Authors pov

warnings: smut (obviously)

(i know some of you are gonna come at me with "hes a minor!" but technically thinking twisted wonderland first came out in 2020 right? counting the birthday events 2020 jack-16 2021 jack-17 2022-jack 18 we're in 2023 but his birthday isn't here yet so this all works perfectly, if you feel uncomfortable don't read and just scroll)

You and Jack were dating for quite a while already, had very sweet romantic dates, some make out sessions here and there but never went further than that, which led to you thinking if that day would ever come, so you decided to see if he'd be comfortable with taking things further.

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It was exactly around 10-11pm, it was the only exception jack made to go to sleep later than usual so you 2 could be prepared for the upcoming exam, you were both exhausted so you suggested to take a break "I think we did enough for tonight, we should rest now" he nodded and got up, he started helping you clean up the table from notebooks and pens, you thought about making the move but seeing how tired Jack was you hesitated but maybe he needed some relief so he wouldn't stress about the exams anymore? besides you were stressed too, it was the perfect opportunity to take the relationship to the next level.

As Jack was grabbing his backpack ready to leave, you grabbing his arm stopping him in his tracks, he looked back at you head tilting a bit and his brow raising

"is something wrong [name]?" "No no, i was just wondering if you could stay for the night?" "I could, but why? is something bothering you?" "Oh no nothing's wrong it's just.." you hesitated for a second, thinking if you should tell him the reason right away or later "i get a bit lonely sometimes, and it gets quite chilly too, you don't have to stay if you dont want to of course! i was just suggesting" you replied immediately raising your hands up a bit, he made an Oh sound and replied "In that case, sure why not" flushing a bit, you led him to your room up the stairs, opening the bedroom door and letting him in, he put the backpack down and started taking his stuff out putting them down on the bed, he took out a toothbrush and a toothpaste asking where the bathroom was, once you told him the directions he left to brush his teeth and clean his face;

Another thing you loved about him, he knows ✨ hygiene ✨ as you were waiting for him you took the time you had and changed into your Pj's and texted Ace how Grim was doing, oh another thing, you asked Ace and Deuce to take care of grim for the night, when they asked for the reason you told them you were just tired and needed some rest, grim was sad for a bit but understood,soon forgetting he was ever sad when he entered the warm room of heartslabyul.

"Hey hows grim doing?"

"im doing good too thanks for asking😒"

"Oh stop being salty"

"yeah yeah whatever, but hes doing good, too good if i might add, he's made himself at home way quicker than i expected"

"That means he loves you😻🤌"

"Yeah as if"

"well either way thanks again for this it means a lot"

"Meh it's nothing, dw about it, tho you're still gonna repay me"

"yep got it, thanks again cya🫡"

"cya👏"

smiling at your phone you turn it off when you hear jack coming back in the room, you looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back in return and started to slowly get in bed next to you, pulling the covers up to his torso as he laid down in his side looking at you, you put the phone on your bedside table and turn back to him, moving closer and snuggling up to him, jack smiled and muzzled his head closer in your neck while wrapping his arms tightly around your torso as you ran your hands through his hair,(this would've been such a good fluff fic tbh) soon remembering why this was happening in the first place you pulled away and kissed him, jack, surprised for a second eyes widening but soon closing, you shifted closer if that was even possible your hands tangling in his hair, deciding to make a move you slowly started grinding on him, surprised by the sudden action jack pulled away for a second but kissed you back again, after a few minutes he pulled away again but your hand went to hold his neck bringing his head down a bit closer "Jack, i know this is sudden but we've been dating for a very long time now, and i thought we could maybe move to the next level? I've wanted to for a long time but kept holding back, but if you're not ready i can wait" the silence was painful you saw something in his eyes, it looked as if they were glowing, he leaned down closer "And how long have you wanted to do that?" "it started a month ago" you replied flushing a bit, he let out a small him "so that's why you often had that sweet scent" your eyes snapped back at his "w..what?" "A beastmans sense of smell is strong enough to smell arousal [name]" "well if you knew then why didn't you say anything?" "Same reason, i didn't know if you were ready" silence filled the room, you were the first one to break it "well i am ... and if you're okay with it too I'd love to strengthen our bond tonight" you said face resending even more "i am, and id love to take this step with you" he looked at you his tail swishing fast, you caught a glimpse of that and chuckled, it took your nervousness away, he went back to kissing you slowly moving lower, reaching your neck he started licking and biting and nipping, leaving small hickeys, very carefully since his teeth are quite sharp, which were one of the many things that made him look attractive

AF🙌

the sensation felt a bit painful but pleasurable at the same time which made you let out a small whimper nudging his head closer to your neck, he growled a bit and went back to going lower, he looked up at you for a sign if he can continue, you nodded at him and he slowly took off your shirt

he made sure to kiss every part of you, once he took off your pants you stopped him and he whipped his head in your direction afraid if he did something wrong

"don't you think it's unfair that I'm the only one getting undressed" he flushed and said Oh he retreated his hands and started taking off his own clothes as quickly as he could, you wanted to tease him "ahah you're eager aren't you?" your laugh was slowly cut short when you saw him looking at you, hes arms were entangled in his shirt his shirt was almost off hanging on his arms as he sat on his knees,

damn he looks hot...

you thought, still staring at him as he raised his brow "you're the one staring at me" once he took his shirt off fully he started taking off the belt and the pants now he leaned down on his hands crawling closer to you taking your chin and kissed you passionately as he moved closer to you, grinding against you just like you did at the start, once he took both your undergarments off you visibly turned white, he.was.HUGE. FUCKING MASSIVE HELLO? AND THICK TOO, LIKE THAT SHITS GOTTA BE AT LEAST ABOUT 11 INCHES?

when he saw how shocked and taken aback you looked he felt his ego go up and a sense of pride bubbled up in his chest but he needed to comfort you and calm you down

"is- is that even gonna?" "Dont worry its okay I'll help you i just gotta prepare you, we'll go slow okay?" you slowly nodded your head at him, feeling safer.

Jack moved his head down to your sex slowly licking it causing you to jolt up, his tongue was long and had a different texture, it felt even better, as he lapped at your entrance he swirled his tongue around you and then all of a sudden pushed it in you which made you moan louder and grab at his soft hair, as he quickened his pace as fast as he could, making tears swell up in your eyes shoving his face closer and closer, occasionally he let out growls which made vibrations against you causing an even better sensation, arching your back off the bed, you started to feel an odd feel in your lower stomach as it got bigger and bigger, all of a sudden Jack added his finger, bringing another moan out of you, he added another finger and eventually he had inserted 3 fingers inside of you moving them in scissoring motion and trying to stretch you out so that when he could finally actually be inside you it wouldn't be painful, but for now you were feeling too good to even worry about that part, causing you to have no control over your moans anymore, which caused jack to harden even more, the sound of your voice, moaning and calling out his name, all his movements were at a fast pace, the sensation got bigger and bigger and bigger until it finally snapped, jacks face and fingers were now covered in your juice, before he could pull away he cleaned off the juices off of you and him, when he looked back at you, you looked in pure Bliss, "J-jack.." "its okay, do you want to stop or take a break?" you shook your head and brought his head down to yours kissing him,he kissed back while his hands wrapped around your head he then pulled away "Can i..?" you nodded at him, he gave you a small kiss one more time on the nose and then started aligning himself to your entrance and slowly started inserting himself inside you, the stretch was still painful as you let out a small whimper, upon hearing you jack brought his face back at you and peppered your face with kisses to hopefully distract you from the stretch he was almost all the way in, just a bit was left, as he got in all the way with a grunt and he opened his eye to look down on you with lidded eyes, you felt incredibly full and warm, like this was meant to be, he was the one for you, he awaited your signal for when he could move, after a bit you nudged his arm "you can move" he hummed and slowly started to move, once you've been fully adjusted to him you couldn't bare the slowness and tried to match his thrusts but quicken up the pace "Hey, dont rush it or you won't be able to walk tomorrow" he growled "N-noo I'll be fine just..please" you whined out, already too gone in lust "how can i make you believe me?" "With fucking me hard" "you will regret this" "i hope i will"

that was his last straw, he couldn't take it anymore, all of a sudden a harsh thrust made you jolt up and yelp, his pace was inhuman, so fast but so good, you could hear the bed creaking as you barely held your eyes open, your hair getting in your way mouth falling open and moaning, you hoped the bed could handle you, this all felt so amazing, too amazing you could feel your orgasm coming close even tho it was just 10 minutes he was hitting all the good spots and very quickly too, the feeling was undescribable in words "J-JACK" you yelled out you could barely form a sentence "you feel so good~" he came down to kiss you harshly, moaning into the kiss as he kept thrusting into you, it happened so that you both orgasmed at the same time, how romantic. Being the gentleman he was he pulled out just in time, hes juices coated your stomach as your head plopped back down on the bed "you're such a good boy Jack, i love you so much" you praised him ruffling his hair and bringing him down to kiss him again, this one sweeter snd gentler, his tail swishing fastly behind him, you didn't notice but the whole time his tail was flopping around so fast it looked like a blur, both of you were worn out, but the sight of you that jack caught the glimpse of, he accidentally got bricked up again

"Shit.."

you noticed this and offered him one more round to which he immediately agreed to, he flipped you over on your stomach, hoisted up your hips to his own and started thrusting in again, somehow this position felt even better as you moved closer to him trying to match his thrusts, jack noticed this and pressed you down on the mattress, he had a strong hold which turned you on even more, causing you to tighten around him "Fuck.. [name]" he groaned thrusting harder, this really felt like bliss, a paradise, everything felt so perfect tears swelled up in your eyes once again "JacK~ i love you" he kissed your back and shoulder blade "i love you too, so much"

this time he orgasmed first and pulled out, missing his warmth you whined but quickly got cut off and moaned when you felt jacks tongue back in, this time he replaced his dick with his tongue to still satisfy you, soon after his achieving his goal and making you cum

he pulled back away, you were too tired to do anything he brought his hands to your hips putting you down in a comfortable position to rest, after that realizing your ass was still up but you were too tired to lay down, that's what the comfortable position was, you flushed at the embarrassment

you looked to your bed table and saw on the alarm clock that it was 3am? have you been fucking for hours?!?

jack got up and came back with wet wipes, wiping the liquid and sweat off your bodies, he brought you water and you thanked him, it really felt refreshing once he helped you put your PJs back on he got into the covers and grabbed your waist with his big hands and pulled you closer to him, you kissed his nose and then lips "I love you Jack" "i love you too[name] im glad we took this step, i feel closer to you" he smiled at you with a genuine and heartfelt smile, playing with a strand of your hair, he kissed your forehead and hugged you tight, the night brought the two of you even closer, it was definitely the best decision you made to be with Jack.

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simpxxstan · 5 months

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perfect complements (ch. 5)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.7k

warnings: nothing really except a few curse words and one suggestive joke.

a/n: exams are finally over! going to try and update this as regularly as possible before i get busy again. also: congratulations to bss for the daesang! their aaa performance was GOLD like no one does it like them honestly. hope you like this update! do let me know your feedback, it motivates me so much! this is a filler chapter, largely. kinda important to understand the gaps i guess. sorry again if the slow burn is hurting, next chapter promises action. also, about the poll: i promise mingyu fic coming up real soon! last thing i wanna say: thank you for 200 followers omggg lost my mind over it for a day yk <3 i hope i keep entertaining you for a long time on my blog!

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It is well past midnight, but you cannot sleep at all. Perhaps it is the caffeine and sugar from the coffee and the crepe cake you had indulged in after dinner. Perhaps it is the stress of packing for the upcoming trip. Perhaps it is the chill in the wind that lingered in your bones for too long.

Or perhaps it is the weight of Minhee’s words weighing down on you.

You keep thinking of the conversation you had with her in the afternoon.

Eight hours ago, Minhee had appeared at your front door, carrying bottles of soju and convenience store food, an apologetic expression on her face as you had opened the door in confusion. “I can explain, Unnie. I’m really sorry.” One look at her usually bubbly face now scrunched up and clearly distressed, and you didn’t have the heart to be mad at her anymore. Soon you were sitting on the couch, slurping ramen from the big cups, already two cups down, biting into cheese kimbaps, and drinking soju. It was an utterly unhealthy combination, but it was oh, so healthy for your hearts. After gobbling down the food and getting over with casual small talk, she had finally nearly lying on your lap, as you huddled into one blanket.

“My sister’s getting married this weekend.”

“What?!”

She looked up, smiling but it was not quite reaching her eyes.

“Isn’t your sister already married…?”

“My youngest. You forget we are four sisters. My eldest got married three years go, the one right after me got married six months ago, at whose wedding you ate half the cake,” she teased, and you pushed your face into your chest in embarrassment. “This time it’s my youngest.”

“But you’re not happy?” You asked, even more confused.

“No, no, I am! You know I’ve rooted for Miso and her partner forever!” You nodded, having heard about this couple quite a bit.

“Then?”

“Nothing, it’s just… I’m the only sister who’s not married now. My sister who is five years younger than me are getting married but…. I can’t even last a stable relationship. And my parents-”

You huged her, noticing her eyes getting teary. “Minhee-ah! Don’t mind what your parents say, please. You know how parents can be…”

“But Unnie… I’m thirty now! I’m turning thirty-one in, like, three months, but I haven’t even been able to last a relationship for more than a year in my life, and it’s quite fair honestly for my parents to be bothered about this-”

“But this is your life! You should decide the pace, darling. It’s not important if your parents want you to get married early. They may have done it early at their time, but you should definitely wait till you’re ready! It’s not that late honestly-”

“Unnie, I think it is late though. I should think about freezing my eggs-”

“Oh baby, why are you thinking so hard!”

“I’m not Unnie! Trust me, you’re lucky your parents haven’t pressurised you with this. It gets so claustrophobic whenever I sit with my parents these days. It’s all they can talk about. My mom keeps sending me photos of sons of her friends, forcing me to go on these blind dates with random guys, like honestly does she even look at the guys she sends me with? It’s so stressful, Unnie!”

You rubbed her back gently, feeling her heat up in agitation. “Minhee, tell me honestly. Do you want to get married soon?”

She stopped shaking in your arms and said softly. “I do. But I want to wait for love.”

“Then wait. This is the 21st century. This isn't the 18th century that people will scorn you for marrying late. Plus, your mom probably just wants to see you settled down and rid herself of her last responsibilities towards you. She doesn’t mean any harm. Have you spoken to her about this?”

“I’ve tried to-”

“Well then, you gotta be a big girl and speak up, huh? Unless you talk to her, she’ll never understand that she’s forcing you. There must be some middle ground for you to reach.”

She moved away slowly, nodding in gradual understanding. Her face looked infinitely more calm now, and she stretched her legs onto the carpet. “This is why I was so worked up that day… I’d just gotten over with a phone call from my mom interrogating me as to why I hadn’t liked the last blind date she had sent me on.” She then turned to you, facing you. You could see the clouds in her eyes, urgent and earnest. “This is why I’m worried about you, Unnie… you should speak to Hyunsik Oppa about settling down. You’re not getting any younger… and four years together isn’t a joke.”

You sighed, looking away. It was your turn to be worried, and you decided not to meet Minhee’s eyes for that while, knowing too well she’d catch on to the doubts that had been lingering in your mind for months now. You said softly, “I know you meant well, Minhee…. It’s just that, this is something for Unnie and Oppa to talk about, hmm?” She nodded again, speaking up with enthusiasm, “Yes yes, I’m sorry for that day! I just want to be your friend! I won’t be nosy from now on, I promise!”

And that had been that. You both had switched on to lighter topics after that, casually flicking through fancams of idol groups you both liked, or funny episodes from reality shows you had grown up watching since teenage years. Suddenly, it struck you that the next weekend was supposed to be your trip with Minhee and the undergrads to Singapore, and you panicked. She had calmed you down, calling Wonwoo for both of you, and speaking to him for advice, knowing he’d give the best option available.

He had not.

He had actually insisted you go with Seungcheol, mad man Wonwoo, and even agreed to calling off the therapy sessions if you called Seungcheol to ask him. After that, you had no option but to call Suengcheol, who had absurdly agreed. Like, you were seconds away from cutting the call off, calling up Wonwoo and blaming it all on Seungcheol denying the trip request, thereby getting the easy way out- Wonwoo would have no option but to cancel the therapy programme and also let you go alone on the trip, but the damn bastard just had to agree now. For the first time in four and a half years, he had willingly agreed to spend time with you and you didn’t know what to do now.

“Fuck him!”

Minhee giggled, slyly saying, “No shit Unnie!”

You were fuming with annoyance and this was not the time for Minhee’s jokes. “What?!”

“Isn’t that what you both want, ultimately? Getting into each other’s pants?” She kept giggling like it was the funniest thing ever, while you made disgusted faces at her mere words. “Minhee-ah, you’re so drunk.” “Am not!” She picked the fourth bottle of soju and uncorked it easily. “Unnie, can you not overreact so much? It’s just three days!” “Three days of torture! Oh god, he’s going to be so smug now. I just know he’ll behave like he’s doing me this huge favour and be all arrogant about it.”

“Unnie, I see why Dr. Lee asks y’all to do colouring and stuff. You really are kids, you know?”

“Minhee, I’m not in the mood now!”

“I’m not kidding, please. Everyone has co-workers they may not like. I remember hating my boss at the research institute I interned at. He was so slimy and always wanted to show me down because I was young. But I tolerated him, right? We just have to get along and live with it because that’s what the world is about.”

You tsked at her sudden philosophy lesson, bobbing on the heels of your feet, not quite calming down.

“Unless you… don’t just dislike him as a co-worker? Minghao and I are just waiting for you both to tell us that you’ve been secretly crushing on each other for years now. The tension is real, ya know?” she smirked, and you threw a pillow at her face, causing her to duck, laughing at your flustered face. “Minhee, how many times do I have to tell you and Minghao?” “Right, right, sorry! I’ll drop it. You call Wonwoo Oppa now, or I’ll do the honours.”

At the end of the day, when the lights are off and you finally lie down in the softness of your bedsheets, however, worries about Seungcheol and the trip aren’t running laps in your brain. It’s thoughts about you and Hyunsik.

You’d met him for the first time in the third year of your college. He had been everything you’d dreamt of in a boyfriend, coming into adulthood. You’d been too much of a nerd as a teen to ever think of dating, but now that you were in college, you were so ready to date an oppa like the heroines of k-dramas. Or perhaps you’d read too many fanfictions and you had fallen in love with the idea of falling in love rather than the act in itself. Hence, when you saw Hyunsik walk into your undergraduate statistics class as the RA, you’d toppled over your feet and fallen headfirst for him. From daydreaming over how his pretty fingers traced the words on your answer scripts when he corrected them for you, to journaling every day about how many times he made eye contact with you, you had become completely smitten by him. But he was an RA, a Postgraduate student, two years older than you. He hung out with many pretty unnies, one of whom definitely had to be his girlfriend. So before you could gather up the courage to actually confess your feelings, he had passed out of college, and you’d been forced to move on.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t dated since then. After the initial crush on Hyunsik and the heartbreak of unrequited feelings, you had become bolder and started moving into the market more decisively. You had dated a total of eight people in the five years after that, most of which relationships had ended without any hard feelings and you had remained distant acquaintances with them. It wasn’t that none of them had captured your heart- they had each loved you in their own special ways, but it never felt enough.

So you framed a pretty excuse for yourself: it was because none of them were Hyunsik. It was because he was perfect and nobody else compared to him.

In hindsight, you were so wrong.

In hindsight, you probably should not have ended things so quickly after comparing them with what you imagined Hyunsik would be like. Imagined being the key word, because you had filled in the gaps that you didn’t know about him (which were a lot, considering you had only known him from a superficial level), using romance novels you had grown up reading.

And you’d lived with that perfect image of him, until you’d met him at the college reunion. Apparently it had been organised for the two batches before you, and the two batches after you. And Hyunsik was there. So when he came walking up to the corner where you and your friends were chatting up on the old times, you had been stunned and had fallen back into the rabbit hole you’d been trying to get out of for years. He was still as gorgeous as before, and as he soon slipped, single. He had bought you drinks, made you laugh too many times, and then taken you home that night.

Life had not been the same since then. It had been a whirlwind for the first two years, and you had gladly found out that he was exactly what you had imagined him like. But then-

Then he had got a new professorship opening in Canada, and he had moved away, on your insistence that this was a wonderful opportunity for him. You were so sure long distance would not affect your relationship, in fact, you’d been confident you’d even be stronger now.

In hindsight, you were so wrong.

You let the phone fall onto the pillow next to you, gently fading your attention away. You’re confident he will not pick up the call, like the last few days.

“Jagi?”

You hear a faint voice squeaking out from your phone, and turn to the screen in shock, seeing the phone screen alight with his call receipt. You quickly click the speaker button, and reply, “Oppa! You picked up!”

You can hear his soft chuckles on the other end. Quickly checking the time, you realise it’s 9.30 am in Toronto. “I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy. I’ve really had no time to even eat properly,” he explains softly, making you worried. “You’ve not been eating properly? Yah, do you need me to come over and take care of you now?” You’re half teasing, half anxious. Somewhere you hope that he’ll bend and say that he does need you to come there for him. You know you’ll cave in if he says it, you’re that desperate for the least bit of his attention. Anything that’ll convince you that Hyunsik from two springs ago will be back.

“Y/N-ie, please stop overreacting. I need to lose weight anyway, a few meals skipped here and there don’t matter.”

You sigh, biting your lip.

“Oppa has to go now, okay Jagi? I’ll drive to university now.”

Your eyes prick with the hints of long-dried tears.

“Okay, good night Oppa… call me when you get time, hmm?”

“Hmm!” The line disconnects, and you’re left staring into the darkness of your bedroom. Once again, the pain of the past and a dark fear of the future grips your heart and refuses to let go.

“Hello Dr. Lee!” You call out loudly as you step into their office, thinking you’re early for your appointment, only to see a very smiley Seungcheol already standing with an even more smiley Dr. Lee near the window of their cabin. You had successfully avoided spending more than five minutes with Seungcheol whenever you encountered each other in the staffroom, hoping he’ll not raise questions about the trip.

They both turn around to see you walk in through the door.

“Oh you’re here, Prof. Y/L/N! I just heard from Wonwoo that you’re no longer in need of my services from next week onwards,” they smile knowingly.

You blush in embarrassment of getting caught. “It’s not like tha-”

“I heard about your bargain, and don’t worry, I’ve not taken offence.” They smile again, walking away from the window and towards the coffee machine sitting in one corner of the room.

Seungcheol pipes in, “Take note, Dr. Lee, this bargain was framed by our resident darling, Prof. Y/L/N. I have no contribution. I assure you, I quite enjoyed our sessions and I shall miss them.” You roll your eyes, resident darling, really! and slap his arm lightly, laughing sarcastically. He chuckles back in an equally sarcastic tone, both of you throwing daggers at each other using your eyes. It doesn’t help that he’s slicked back his hair today, giving a more prominent show of his strong forehead with eyebrows more bushy than you could ever dream of having, even after makeup. Dr. Lee laughs out loud at your antics and give you both two cups of the vending machine coffee.

“Well, I know exactly well how you both will be feeling, so no need to convince me. But before I let you go, I have one last task for you both, to conclude my notes.”

“Notes?” you ask, crossing your left leg over your right, ignoring the way Seungcheol squirms away from you as your left leg extends forward slightly.

“My analysis notes. I’ve been studying you two, of course.”

“But you have notes about us?”

“Force of habit, you forget that I am a psychologist and my primary interest is observing behaviours of people.”

You smile at their words, and quietly sip on your coffee.

“So, what is the final task?” Seungcheol asks. You notice that his coffee is nearly finished.

“I have a harmony-building task for you two.”

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space-helen · 16 days

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Pressure

Words: 706

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

A/N: I’ve kinda gone a different way but I hope this is ok! Sorry for taking a second to post!

Request: Hey!! I was coming by to do some boops and I saw your post saying requests are open! No stress if you've since closed them, but if you're still taking some, then how about some fluffy AoS Kirk? Maybe when they're all still at Starfleet Academy, like studying or getting up to trouble or something in that realm? No pressure if you're not vibing with it for whatever reason! Thanks for the boops 😄💗💗 - @captainsophiestark

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You flopped onto your bed as Jim followed you into your room. “I can’t actually believe that they’ve set us another exam.” you brought your hands up to your eyes and covered them “I don’t think I can physically take anymore.”

The man looked at you sympathetically and sat on the bed beside you “It’s getting intense.”

You groaned “I just wish they’d back off slightly. I knew it’d be hard work but this is ridiculous.”

The man nodded “You do take more extra classes than the average person though Y/N. You might want to consider-”

“But I’m interested in all areas.” you removed your hands and sat up to look at the man.

“I get that. I really do. I even admire it. I don’t think they expect people to take as many extra classes as you do. Even though I’m feeling the pressure, you have double, if not triple, the work because of the extra classes you take.” he said matter of factly whilst keeping his sympathetic expression.

You mulled it over and could feel a heaviness hit you. “I’m just so used to doing everything. I don’t know what to stop.”

“They expect you to be specializing by now. Here, let's forget about it for now and make the decision another time.”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes from nowhere and quickly tried to wipe them away without him noticing.

“Y/N don’t cry.” he said softly and reached his arm around you to pull you into his side. He gave you a comforting hug and rubbed your arm up and down “It’ll be ok. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed sometimes.”

You nodded and he released you slightly. “Let's get some food and then we’ll work together to make a plan and start the work alright?”

You agreed to the man and watched as he stood up “You wait here and make a list of everything we need to do. I’ll grab us food and snacks.”

You did as you were told. Quickly changing into comfier clothes you began to make a list of all of the upcoming tests and assignments you had due in. Once Jim arrived back the two of you ate before settling back onto your bed ready to work. The man grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped you in it playfully. “Since you’re always cold and will just complain in ten minutes time.” he joked.

Grabbing you work the two of you were quickly able to come up with a plan on when to train, practice and study the material you had to go through. As you spoke it quickly became evident on what classes you preferred over others and started to make a positives and negatives list of each class. Jim advising you on future opportunities as you did so.

“I really hope we get a job on the same ship.” Jim spoke up as he squeezed squeezed you to his side. You weren’t sure when you’d sat side by side against your headboard with his arm around you but you weren’t going to complain, it felt natural.

“I hope so too.” you agreed as you leaned into him more, tiredness taking over.

The man continued to sort through lists and content as you watched, leaning your head on him fully you could feel your eyes getting heavier before they fell closed entirely.

The man hadn’t realised you’d fallen asleep until he’d asked you a question and had no reply. Looking down he could see how content you were. Tucking the blanket around you more he quickly tidied everything away on the beside table the best he could without waking you or moving drastically from his position.

Once done he gently brushed the hair out of your face and smiled, his eyes exploring your face before relaxing into a comfortable position. For a moment he let his mind flicker to the future. You were his best friend and if that was all it was going to be he was ok with that, but if it was something more he’d be happy with that too. All he knew is that he wanted you in his life and couldn’t imagine a world without knowing you.

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restlessmaknae · 5 months

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trajectory [keeho]

Sometimes, people just fall apart to fall apart.

➳ Characters: Keeho x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, real-life bittersweet, friends drifting away

➳ Words: 1.9k

➳ Warning: mention of losing a pet, stress, insecurities

➳ A/N: The story was inspired by this part in one of Keeho's lives. Also, thank you so much for you all you for supporting my works this year! Wishing each and every one of you a very happy, balanced and healthy New Year! 🥰

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“It’s me.”

The way Keeho shouted this exact sentence into the intercom had never changed. Year after year, time after time, that had always been his signature way of introducing himself. Let it be you or your parents who had picked up your apartment’s door phone, he had always announced his arrival casually and proudly - his tone indicating that he had been glad to enter your home.

You didn’t think that such a familiar sentence - a habit of his by that time - could prick at your skin like a needle pushing through the layers. At first, it didn’t seem to hurt, but then the pain hit out of the blue and all at once - like the waves crashing down on a shore at the beginning of an abrupt summer downpour.

“I’ll go downstairs. Stay there,” you forced the words out, your voice coming out raspy and feeble. You could hear the hesitation in the line - for you had usually let him in instead of going outside to meet him downstairs -, but you had to do it this way. You could feel it coming, and you didn’t want to attach such a conversation to the image of Keeho and you in your bedroom. It would be better if it was played out somewhere else. You had never contacted each other by saying that ‘you needed to talk’ before you would meet up, but now it was time, and you both knew the weight of the upcoming conversation.

“Okay. I’ll be here,” came the answer nevertheless, and you yanked your hand away from the intercom. You took in a deep breath, then told your parents that you would step outside for a bit before opening and closing the front door behind you.

You walked down the stairs instead of taking the elevator, prolonging the conversation as long as you could. As you took one step after another, flashbacks of your teenage years spent with Keeho swang round and round on the carousel of your memories: talking under the watching eyes of the moon, looking for shooting stars on humid summer nights during summer camps that resulted in more mosquito bites than actual shooting stars; having Disney movie marathons on the couch in your flat that was so worn-out by now that a new one was already on its way; checking out so-called Instagram-worthy places with Keeho, roaming around Seoul only to get scared by a passing black cat in the dark, have the worst latte of your life or end up with a sprained ankle on Keeho’s part when he had slipped on a cobblestone; attempting to make viral TikTok recipes only to end up with inedible masses of questionably-looking food and turning Keeho’s family’s kitchen into a warzone; recording TikTok challenges to post onto his account, the one that he said would go viral one day and you wouldn’t need to have a 9-5, you could work for him.

As you turned a corner and passed another floor, brief flashes of tears raining down on notebook pages, talking through sleepless nights worrying about your senior exams, sobs over the passing of your beloved pet and pep talks following outbursts of teenage awkwardness regarding your teenage body and insecurities came to mind; ones that you would have liked to forget, but still cherished so much because they proved you why you were best friends.

Best friends. The word felt like a flicker of light in the darkness now when it had been a huge torch lighting up your life for so long. Your friendship with Keeho had gone through many ups and downs, but the care and empathy you had towards each other had never changed, and that’s why you wanted to talk; because you didn’t want to leave him hanging, you wanted to talk about how you were doing now, and whether you had a future together anymore.

The truth is, when one becomes friends with someone, they don’t think about the end. They might even find it impossible that it could ever end. You had been the same. When you had been going to school together, seeing each other almost everyday, and planning your future in senior year, probably closer than you had ever been before, the thought that it might fade into bittersweet memories one day had never crossed your mind. Yet, here you were, barely speaking, barely catching up, barely seeing each other.

Even though you had gone to different cities to study after high school, you had made it work in the beginning. You had gone back to your hometown at the same time, you had planned trips to visit the other in their uni’s city, and you had talked as if nothing had happened. Yet, semesters went by, and the conversations died down slowly like a candle burning down, the visits back home seemed to never work out at the same time, and even if you talked, it seemed like you had nothing to say to each other, as if you had become strangers in each other’s life. The worst was that there had been nothing grande about it, there had been no big fight, no big misunderstanding, no big secrets, it just all… faded.

Just like the colours of the sky faded into a messy deep-blue when you stepped outside of the apartment complex, and came face-to-face with Keeho. He tried with a smile, but you could tell that it wasn’t genuine.

“Hi!”

Awkward. Unfamiliar. Tense. Everything you had been feeling for some time now came crashing down on you now that you were face-to-face with him. As if the physical body of his made his existence and his footprint in your life more prominent. More painful. More unbearable.

With a heavy sigh, you suggested going to the nearby playground where you had frequently sat on the swings, talking about everything that came to your mind. Now, nothing seemed right, nothing seemed fitting for this occasion.

“I… I don’t know how to start,” you blurted out feebly, playing with your fingers mindlessly just so you could take your mind off the weight on your chest.

“Then, don’t,” came the answer immediately, but Keeho cleared his throat and made an addition before you could question his words. “I mean, we can absolutely just sit here and wait until you feel ready.”

You weren’t sure that you could ever be ready for such a conversation. You knew that Keeho always appreciated your honesty, and wanted you to tell him if you thought he took his jokes too far or he made a hurtful comment or anything of the sort, but you still felt like you were the bad guy now for wanting to bring it up, for wanting to talk about it. On the other hand, the facts spoke for themselves, the lack of messages, the lack of conversations, the lack of hang-outs…

“I just… I don’t know how to describe it, but I think you feel it, too,” you started, truly hoping that it was true, that he felt the same way. He had to, you told yourself. “We’re different and our friendship is different, and everything is different… and I’m not sure I feel as comfortable around you as before. Or that we have things to talk about.”

Your voice was resigned instead of accusing for you didn’t want to start a fight, you didn’t want to start a war. You had too much of a history to accuse him of something that he probably did unintentionally, and he wasn’t at fault. It wasn’t him who made you feel uncomfortable, it was the situation itself. It was that pang in your chest, that twist inside your stomach when you looked at the pictures of you and Keeho on your bedroom shelf, it was that deep, deep feeling inside that it wasn’t the same anymore, and you missed what you had, but you weren’t sure that you could ever get it back.

“You know what I mean, right?”

You looked at him for the first time since the start of your conversation, and saw something flash across his eyes at your question. Something familiar, something close, something deeply connected to a part of you. Keeho looked at you like that when he was about to say something that would put your mind at ease, and when there was a twitch in the corner of his lips, you knew that he was about to speak his mind.

“Yeah, I get you. I think we’re having such different experiences and we live away from each other, we have different friend groups, and it’s just, as you’ve mentioned, different,” he mentioned just as calmly as you had. Neither of you wanted to hurt the other or accuse the other. You were having a conversation, not an argument. “Like Taylor Swift said, everything has changed,” he added as his lips began to curl upwards, and that… that was just so Keeho-like, you found yourself cracking a smile.

“That’s better,” he smiled back at you, fondly and affectionately, and the years of your friendship was squashed into this smile, one that you would never question was genuine. “I don’t want you to feel bad about it. I feel the same way, and I think friendships have their own trajectory. They begin, they soar and they eventually come down. Sometimes… there’s no reason for that, it just happens.”

Seen. Heard. Understood. Despite the jokester he was, Keeho was also very wise, and he handled problems and concerns maturely. For that reason, you should have known that he would understand you, but somehow, you didn’t want to dare that he would, or maybe you wanted him to disagree, to see it differently… so that you could save the friendship, but as he had said, maybe your friendship was coming down to the ground like an air-balloon, and it would never take off again. Or maybe it would, but right now, it just didn’t seem right.

“I had a feeling you wanted to talk about this, and truthfully, I was thinking of bringing it up too, but it just never came to it. So thank you for speaking up about it,” Keeho broke the momentary silence that fell upon the two of you as you were pondering and pondering. You smiled at him, reminiscing about him, about the past, present and the future, and your voice was confident and genuine when you said:

“Me too. Thank you for everything.”

As you sat there beside each other on the swings just like you used to, you saw the old Keeho in him and felt like the old you in that moment. When he stood up to give you a hug while calling you by the nickname he had given you, you reciprocated it, bittersweet yet grateful. Grateful for the you that you had become because of him, grateful for the way he understood still, and grateful for the lesson he taught you that day.

Sometimes friends just fell apart to fall apart - as a part of their friendship’s trajectory, but that was just one of the many trajectories that lined their lives in the past, present and the future.

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shslbunnylover · 5 months

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★★★𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢★★★

Character: Marilyn Thornhill

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting batlove4ever! Loved writing this! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 0.5k

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-Marilyn already knew about your upcoming exam, and she was happy to help you, despite your resistance to it.

-She found out by taking a look at your calendar after forgetting to put a mark something on her own calendar, and she never thought to mention it as it looked to be about 8 months away. Marilyn pretty much forgot about it until around a month before the assessment.

-Once she had remembered about your test, she immediately became your new teacher or as you called her your "hot study guide" (which she pretended to not appreciate- but secretly liked the complement-)

-She'd set up study hours after dinner and would constantly check up on you in-between working on papers for her students along with grading their assignments.

-She'd also look into the course material you were studying, and she would occasionally send you text messages of trivia questions to help you study along with giving you some flashcards.

-The nights would consist of the two of you watching TV together while Marilyn talked about her day, smiling at the sight of you looking at her with wonderous eyes.

-If you had any stress about the assignment, you best believe it Marilyn would give you a pep talk she always gave to her students before they'd take a test in her class.

-She wanted to make sure that you were okay, that was her main priority. She'd always make sure you knew that no matter the test results, that you were still an amazing and smart person, and that you still tried your best.

-While also treating you like a student during study sessions, Marilyn would definitely be super touchy with you, her hands all over your body even if she was across from you. Her hand would always be touching your own, her thumb running across your hand as a way of calming you down (But it just made you super flustered.)

-You were more stressed than usual the week of, and Marilyn of course noticed. She didn't let you spend all your time studying, and she definitely made sure you'd get a good night's sleep along with you eating 3 meals a day and at least 3 glasses of water with that (She'd only let you have one energy drink a day).

-The day of your exam, she kissed you on your cheek before leaving to go to work, sending you a bunch of messages of encouragement and a promise of a nice bath when you got back.

-Once you got home, you were surprised to find out that she didn't give you a bath, but a whole self-care night with your favorite takeout meal(s) <3.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Blizzardly Strolls..

Summary: What could be a better time of year to explore your snowy surroundings with your lover rather than now? ❄︎

Characters: Modern AU! [4nemo] Wanderer, Xiao, Kazuha and Heizou x Reader.

Warnings: None! Just fluff and some crack if you may, enjoy ✿

I’m a real mess atm, exams and stress but! This was meant to be posted last month but i got caught up with other works and my personal stuff ❤︎︎

Wanderer

• ‘Kuni, come on! It’ll be fun i promise!’ You implored, tugging on your boyfriend’s arm. You’ve been battling with him for the past hour, requesting him to accompany you on a walk around the snowy campus, gentle snowflakes still falling in the subzero temperatures of early morning.

• He groaned, finally surrendering to give him some peace of mind from your persistent requests, flicking you on the forehead with his fingers, as he sat up from his messy bed, setting his laptop onto a pillow beside him.

• Despite Kuni’s quite obvious protests, he didn’t mind doing whatever you wanted as long as he could witness the adorable smile adorning your face, watching you hastily unlock the door, forgetting to actually dress appropriately for the weather.

• ‘You’re going to get sick like that, come back inside.’ He scolded, handing you one of your thicker coats as he put his own on, wrapping a scarf around your neck after he did so. These considerate gestures of his were only yours to witness, you could say he had a soft spot for you.

• The chilly breeze welcomed you both as you stepped outside, watching Kuni pull his hood up as far as it could possibly go, retreating the lower half of his face into the cozy confines of his scarf.

• You wasted no time before grabbing a handful of snow and shaping it into the familiar sphere of a snowball, cheekily concealing it behind your back as you caught up with your boyfriend. Kuni sent you a questionable look, noticing your unusual demeanour.

• All you could do was wait for the perfect opportunity, when he would pull his scarf down to speak, knowing he couldn’t stay silent for this long.

• ‘You’re acting a little strange, love-’ He attempted to say, cut off by the numbing sensation of ice sliding down his face. Kuni gasped quietly, indigo irises flicking to you agitatedly. That was your sign to start running, bolting down the slippery pathway whilst giggling audibly.

• He chased after you, armed with his arsenal of snowballs, pelting them at your back in a frantic manner. Searching each and every corner to find where you had hidden yourself sneakily.

• Kuni would of never found you crouching in the cover of a tree, the bare branches camouflaged you perfectly. That was until you sneezed rather loudly, watching him throw his head in your direction. He tackled you to the ground, chuckling whilst he dumped snow over your surrendered self, pinching your frost-bitten cheeks.

• ‘I suppose you were right, this is pretty funny to me.’ Your lover teased, lying down beside you whilst admiring the tranquil aftermath.

Xiao

• The current blizzard brewing outside gave you two options: to stay cozy inside, or to complete the winter shopping you both planned to do. Xiao detested going outside in such climate, mentioning how it was unsafe, but so was procrastination.

• That was how you found yourselves walking along the pavement of the campus, all public transport had been shut down due to the extreme weather conditions that would only grow worse in the upcoming week.

• You leaned slightly into Xiao, taking his gloved hand in your own for some protection from the elements. He merely squeezed your hand back reassuringly, explaining how the store was only a few blocks away.

• The warmth of the establishment welcomed the two of you with open arms, collecting a handheld basket at the entrance, your boyfriend looked down at you who was already scrutinising the messy scribble of a list he wrote earlier.

• Chuckling at your expression, he plucked the list from your clasped hands and began reading the items out, you didn’t know how Xiao read his handwriting…call it a talent if you may. Though of course, many unnecessary items found their way into the basket.

• ‘Dear, do we really need this?’ Xiao questioned with hesitation, squishing the paired plushies you had picked up. He knew your fondness for them, but you already had so many back at home! To the point they were being facilitated on his bed too?

• ‘Definitely! Well, maybe not need but…’ Was always the answer which came from you, miserably glancing at the stuff you put back. God, now that you put it this way, Xiao was pretty much forced to get them for you, he couldn’t stand to see disappointment written across your face.

• After plucking various groceries from their respective shelves, and paying for them at the till, you had to bid goodbye to the comfort of the store as instant gales of wind hit you both upon leaving. That café across the road suddenly looked too inviting..

• Yet again, pulled into the marketing trap of student discounts, you sheltered inside of it, resting your head which felt a little heavy on Xiao’s shoulder, falling asleep to the steady heartbeat of his own.

Kazuha

• ‘Kazu, what are you writing?’ You inquired, attempting to peek at his small diary as if he didn’t deliberately tilt the page away from you, tapping his pen across his lips whilst he glanced over to you.

• ‘You don’t have to wait for me, darling.’ He responded, slouching further against the tree he was sitting by, witnessing your obvious stubbornness as you kept the same unmoved expression.

• He had promised you he would help you build the miniature igloo you were constructing, but it has been half an hour and Kazuha was still situated in a similar position. Just what was he working on? Especially with how long he was taking and his hesitation to tell you?

• He sighed lightly, shuffling towards you to gently kiss you on the cheek in a meek apology, despite the freezing temperatures, he still found a way to flush your face pink. Feeling his lips curve up into a smile, he pulled away before placing his journal in your hands.

• ‘I suppose you’ve been waiting long enough for your present already, here.’ Kazuha offered, tucking the ink utensil back into his pocket. You looked up at him in a perplexed manner, scanning his features as you opened the book, flicking through each individual page in awe.

• All across the pages were gorgeous portraits, scenery, poems and photographs, seeming to be winter themed. Not a single smudge was to be seen, despite all the different media he used. On one side, a comforting scene of a painted sunrise, the other a study of the stars often seen from his dormitory window.

• Little chibi characters resembling you both, adorable sketches of his indulgent wonders, there was no denying how imaginative your lover was. Nothing could of prepared Kazuha for the sheer strength of the embrace you captured him in, who let him be so cute?

• ‘Don’t get too carried away, your igloo is going to melt.’ He giggled, surrendering what was left of his timidness to return your affection, adjusting your scarf into a more cozy position as he did with his own.

Heizou

• You should of been aware about Heizou’s competitiveness, especially when it came to bets including you. Though he promises he’s only teasing you, as always.

• ‘If i win this snowball fight, you have to complete my coursework for tomorrow, and if you win, i’ll do yours, deal?’ Heizou gambled, snickering at your apprehensive face, edging away from the sphere of snow he balled up in his hands.

• ‘Alright…deal?’ You reluctantly confirmed, beginning to scoop up your ‘weaponry’ into your arms. The abrupt tossing of a narrowly-missed snowball at your feet had you scrambling to shelter whilst thinking of a strategy.

• Crunching of fresh snow around the bush you were concealed by, which then became more distant, allowing you to peek around it, seeing the maroon-haired student circulate others in pursuit of you.

• It appeared like your triumph was shortly defeated when you stumbled over the hidden roots of it, the snap immediately making your boyfriend turn around in your direction. If extra essays weren’t the most fear-invoking thing, you didn’t know what was.

• Heizou had finally caught up to you, or he thought he had, until you seemed to disappear from sight. Little did he know how you were ushered up into a tree, sniping the unsuspecting student with your avalanche of snow from above.

•He shrieked in surprise, offence painting his face while he glared up at you in your hiding spot. How dare you, now it was his turn! With a small jump, he latched onto your lowered leg, toppling you onto the ground with a yelp.

• He cackled loudly, doubling over as he latched onto his sides as he watched you resemble the expression he wore just a minute ago. Your face burned in embarrassment, deciding to save what was left of your dignity by shoving him into a tree playfully.

• ‘Okay, okay! It’s a tie then!’ He whined, accepting his semi-defeat, playing with your hair whilst you combed the excess snow out of his. Sounds like you both needed a warm bath and some hot chocolate before you actually got sick this time.

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