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Mold a Pretty Lie | 04

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Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4,358

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Kissing, non-consensual kissing/assault, sneaker destruction

AN: A huge thanks to @eserethriddle for beta-ing this chapter for me. Also check their fics out, they're amazing. Hope y'all enjoy!

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In the weeks that followed, there were no more incidents where you nodded off in Dr. Kim's class. You made sure of it. Your professor didn't mention it again, other than leaving a blue Powerade on your desk the next time you met him to work on your research project. It was objectively the best flavor, and you did your best not to read too much into his thoughtfulness.

However, your best wasn't good enough, and each one of his smiles and silly jokes added another bud to the flowers blooming in your chest.

You craved when he'd lean in close enough for your imagination to go wild, the way he would rest a distracting hand on your shoulder when he reviewed your work, the sparkle in his eyes when he was pleased. You didn't go chasing after more contact than that, but you did find yourself lingering longer than your allotted hours, chatting to your energetic professor about this or that.

At first you had been reticent, wary of taking up too much of his time, or god forbid, coming across like some of the students who stalked his office hours. But he was often the one to engage you, to ask about how your semester was going outside of his class. It was hard to believe he cared, but his face lit up in genuine interest when you spoke, and it was hard not to bask in the warm glow of his approval.

Why were you such an idiot? You were smitten, daydreaming about a man there was no hope of ever attaining. You knew it was a waste of time to keep pining after him the way you were, but how exactly could you prevent your stomach from flipping upside down with each smile?

You

Help

Phoebe

What's wrong, my pretty tulip?

You winced at the nickname, a joke at your expense Phoebe had "hilariously" come up with in high school. Because you were a virgin in both sets of lips. It was fucking weird and gross and she never let it go despite the fact that you hated it.

You

I have a stupid crush on someone I have objectively zero chance with

Phoebe

Oh????

Pix!!!

You

Lol

Yeah, no

Phoebe

Name!!!

You

Yeah, no

You were NOT going to open yourself to ridicule from your best friend by admitting you had enough of a crush on a professor for it to be a problem. That was just asking for her to make fun of you. If she kept pressing, you'd send her a picture of Jimin or Taehyung or something, but not if you could avoid it.

Phoebe

You're so boring

This is why it's unrequited

You

Omg rude

Phoebe

Lol you know I'm joking

Well you know what they say

You

If you say "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else" I'm blocking you for being cliche as fuck

Phoebe

It's a cliche for a reason babe

It's not like you're in love with the guy right?

You just need a distraction that'll help redirect your thinking

Just start flirting with a new cutie, works for me every time

You

I guess that makes sense…

Wouldn't that be like, kinda rude to the other person though?

Phoebe

I said flirt not propose to lmao

And not just a rando, someone you actually could like

How are you of all people trying to question me, hmm little tulip?

You

Ugh yeah yeah fine whatever

… Thank you for the advice

Phoebe

Anytime

Miss you babe <3

You

Miss you too <3

You stared at your phone for a moment, lost in thought as you considered your friend's words. You could kind of see where she was coming from - you were probably just infatuated with your professor because you saw and interacted with him multiple times a week, and your wishful brain mistook his kindness for some sort of preference. Dr. Kim was so wonderful that it was just normal human nature for you to become enamored - maybe if you reframed your mindset and let yourself get swept up with someone else, your silly crush would fade.

"Sierra?" you asked one weekend, wondering if you had soured her desire to party with you. She hadn't tried to cajole you out since that not-so-fateful night, and you never asked why in the fear that you would hear that she now hated you. Your roommate perked up and looked at you from her bed, where she was laying on her back and scrolling through her phone. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Haven't decided yet, what's up?" she replied curiously. She didn't look apprehensive at your question, so that was probably a good sign.

"I just - I thought it might be fun to go out or something…" you said tentatively, studying her face for any flashes of annoyance. Instead, her eyes lit up.

"Really?" Sierra asked excitedly, sitting upright on her mattress. "I didn't put you off partying with me?"

"Really, I - wait what do you mean? I blacked out and spent half the night throwing up."

Her words made no sense, why would you not want to hang out with her anymore? Instead of rolling her eyes and agreeing with your assessment the way Phoebe might have, she laughed.

"I guess that means you don't remember when I tried to hug you and then threw up on your shoes instead."

"I thought that was my vomit," you exclaimed. "And I thought you were annoyed with me, and that's why we never went out again."

"I thought you didn't want to hang out with me!"

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"We're idiots," she said through giggles, looking just as relieved as you felt. "Alright, let's party tonight! Maybe minus the puking."

You laughed at her addendum, nodding in agreement. "I can work with that."

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You weren't exactly sure how you had ended up here, shut in a bedroom with Sierra and a group of other strangers. The two of you were on the far side of tipsy, but nowhere near as drunk as you had been the last time. And now you were staring at the bottle some guy - Chad? Brad? - was holding up.

"Spin the bottle? Seriously?" scoffed Sierra, crossing her arms. You were inclined to agree - sure, people were inclined to play horny drinking games, but you didn't think anyone played spin the bottle specifically out of middle school, or bad teenage sitcoms. At least with Truth or Dare or Never Have I Ever, you sort of learned about the people around you.

Plus you could definitely say that you weren't particularly interested in locking lips with anyone in this room.

"Yeah, it was nice to meet you all but I think I'm gonna go back to the party," you said as diplomatically as you could.

"What, too much of a prude?" ChadBrad asked with a smirk, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. He was attractive, sure, but arrogance clung to his shoulders like a bad smell and you were not into it.

"No, I just have standards," you retorted loftily, getting up from the floor and heading to the door. "I'm seeing too many frogs, and not enough princes."

Sierra laughed gleefully at ChadBrad's startled expression and followed you.

"Sorry buddy, no amount of Smirnoff Ice in your mini-fridge is gonna get either of us to hook up with you," she added, and the guy scowled as the others in the room began to snicker.

The closing door cut off the sound and the two of you giggled as you walked back to the main party.

"Dang girl, I thought you were this meek little mouse, but that was hilarious," Sierra said with a grin, making you laugh. You were so caught up in talking to your friend that you forgot to watch where you were going, and ended up colliding with a warm, solid body. The warmth was offset by a cold trickle down your shirt and you jumped back, realizing you had made whoever it was spill their drink.

"I'm so sorry, I - Tae?"

Your friend stood before you, eyes wide, hair tousled, wearing a loose white button-up that made him look like a medieval farmhand a heroine would run away with.

"[Y/n]?" he asked, surprise etched on his face as his eyes roved down your figure. Sierra had convinced you to wear another crop top, and you fought the urge to cover your stomach as his gaze fell on your bare skin.

"Now here's a prince," Sierra whispered in your ear, making heat rise up your neck as you realized what she was getting at. "Hey Tae. I'm gonna get a drink, you need a new one?"

He jumped as if surprised she was there, and she snorted as if unsurprised.

"That would be great, thanks Sierra."

She nudged you as she left.

"Get it, girl," she whispered in your ear wickedly, making you cough and splutter before she slapped your ass and left, cackling. God, your roommate was a menace.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Taehyung said with a smile, and you had to smile back, a little hypnotized by the stars in his eyes. He really was beautiful.

"I thought it was time to give partying another shot," you replied sheepishly, still a little embarrassed by how your previous night out had ended.

"I'm glad," he said softly, something in his eyes making your stomach flutter. "Sorry for spilling on you."

You had actually forgotten, but now that he brought it up you were all too aware of the stain on your shirt and the stickiness of beer on your skin.

"It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you assured him.

"Let me help you get cleaned up at least," he offered, grabbing your hand before you could protest and setting off to find a bathroom. Your fingers slotted perfectly into his, and he tugged you easily through the crowd. Phoebe's advice rang clear in your mind, but you silenced it as you followed. You were certainly attracted to Taehyung, but he was way out of your league… right?

He found a bathroom and ushered you inside, shutting the door behind him. It dulled the sound of merrymaking outside, and the sudden intimacy brought another slew of jittery panic into your chest. One that was clearly only one sided as Taehyung glanced around before finding a roll of paper towels.

He ripped off a sheet, running it under the faucet before handing it to you.

"Unless you want my help," he said with a wink, waggling his eyebrows. You laughed and slapped his shoulder before accepting his offering, too intent on cleaning yourself to notice the way his eyes watched you hungrily. You dabbed at the shirt as well, before deciding it was a lost cause and that the beer would probably come out in the wash.

"Thanks, Tae," you said with a smile, tossing the crumpled cloth in the trash and looking up to suddenly find him right in front of you. He was close enough that you had to look up to meet his eyes, and you stepped backwards with a surprised "eep" when your back hit the sink counter.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked intently, not moving from where he was standing. You were suddenly all too aware of your exposed skin, of how gorgeous he looked, of how his dark, mesmerizing eyes were locked on your own.

"N-not very much, we just got here a little while ago," you stammered, staring back at him as your pulse sped up. His lips curved into a devastating smirk and he stepped forward, closing the scant distance between your bodies.

"Good, then I can finally do this," he murmured, one warm, gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek as you felt your eyes go as wide as saucers. Then he was leaning in, and those plush lips of his were coming closer, and closer.

They were warm and soft, and you felt your eyelashes flutter shut as you leaned into the feeling. He backed away almost immediately, and your stomach dropped. Was he disappointed? Were you a bad kisser? But it had only lasted a couple seconds, were people really able to tell that quickly?

"Was that okay?" he whispered, cutting through your panic. He was gazing at you with an uncertainty that mirrored your own, and your heart sang with the realization that he was nervous. You felt your own lips twitch into a smile and you nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Yeah," you whispered, standing up on your tippy-toes and tilting your face up in an open invitation.

This time, the kiss was less tentative, and Taehyung's free arm snaked around your waist to pull you snugly into him. You gasped at the press of his warm, warm body against yours, and he took the opportunity to pull your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly. Oh. That was… very pleasant.

"You're so pretty," Taehyung murmured, pulling away. You almost asked why he stopped, until his lips dragged across your jaw to press light, fluttery kisses against your skin that left hot embers in their wake. The new sensation made you whimper, and he froze as his grip on your waist tightened. Fuck, were you not supposed to do that? It was getting hard to think straight when he was holding you so close, whispering sweet words in your ear.

Then he latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck and he sucked, sending white hot shudders down your spine. A moan left your mouth before you could stop it, and Taehyung groaned before capturing your mouth again.

He took advantage of your parted lips to glide his tongue against yours, and another mortifying sound escaped your throat at the sensation. It was wet, hot, and slimy, and should have felt gross, but instead you found yourself clinging to his shirt as your legs turned to jelly.

"Fuck, you sound so good," Taehyung groaned, shifting from your mouth to run his tongue along the shell of your ear.

"T-Taehyung," you gasped breathily, not exactly wanting to stop but worried about him taking this further. His hands slid down to your butt to press your hips against his, and with a jolt you realized he was hard against your thigh. He felt your body stiffen, and immediately pulled back.

"Sorry, too much?" he asked, his voice a husky rasp.

"A little," you admitted, swallowing down the desire to find out what else he had to offer. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you were already starting to feel a little overwhelmed. And the way Taehyung was currently looking at you made you want to both kiss him forever and run away and hide. "Maybe we should get back to the party."

"I'm sorry," he said again, looking away. "I've wanted to do that forever, I got a little carried away."

Something warm glowed in your chest at his words, and impulsively you grabbed his shirt to pull him in for another kiss. The dazed way he grinned at you when you let him go was more than enough to bolster your confidence, and this time you were the one who intertwined your fingers with his.

"Let's go find Sierra."

Finding your roommate ended up being more difficult than you'd thought, and Taehyung reluctantly agreed that it would be easier for you two to split up to find her.

"Don't forget about me while you're gone," he said with a pout, brushing his lips against the knuckles of your hand before finally letting go. You watched him leave, stomach positively giddy with butterflies, before you turned around as well. A clammy hand gripped your wrist roughly, and you jumped, whirling to face the culprit.

"Saw you leave the bathroom with that guy," came the obnoxious, unwelcome voice of ChadBrad. He smirked at your frown, ignoring the way you tried to shake off his hand. What was he doing? Why was he looking at you like that?

"It's not really any of your business, is it?" you replied coldly, but to your alarm he just looked even more smug. His grip tightened, and you felt anxiety rise like bile in the back of your throat.

"So you're the type that likes to play hard to get, is it? I like that," he said with a leering grin, stepping into your personal space. You backed away as far as you could with your arm still captive, and gave him your best glare before scanning behind him to see if Taehyung was still around.

Please let him still be here, you begged silently. To no avail. You were alone, and no one else in the room was even looking in your direction. And the music was so loud you doubted even a scream would catch anyone's attention.

"Let go," you ordered through gritted teeth, trying to sound more confident than you felt. He merely matched each step you tried to take away from him, and when your back hit the wall you realized you were trapped.

"Trusting your safety to two college boys you don't know very well… well, I'm glad the night ended alright, but it would break my heart if anything happened to you."

Your professor's words echoed in your head as you tried to think of a way out of this situation, wishing you had listened better to his advice.

"Good girls say please," ChadBrad taunted, caging you between his arms. "But you're a bad girl, huh?"

Fucking ew. Despite the obvious disgust on your face, he still seemed to think it was going well, and you caught a whiff of gross beer breath before his clammy lips were on yours.

It was revolting, and you felt your skin crawl as you tried to push him off frantically. You kept your lips sealed tightly shut against the nauseating prod of his tongue, but the asshole wouldn't fucking move. Your heart was pounding for completely different reasons than with Taehyung, and it was getting harder to breathe through your nose as you pushed and pushed to no avail. Finally, you did the only thing you could think of, and kneed him as hard as you could between his legs.

That worked, and he leaped away with a yelp.

"What the fuck, you bitch," he spat at you, doubling over as you scrambled away from him, massaging your wrist and breathing hard. You could breathe through your mouth now, why didn't it feel like you were getting any air?

You didn't bother to gift him with a response, too focused on getting the fuck away for something as trivial as a final word. You stumbled through the house, desperate for Sierra or Taehyung or fucking anyone familiar at this point.

To your relief, you spotted a familiar head of hair near the kitchen and almost tackled Sierra in your haste to get to her.

"Whoa there, cowboy!" she said with a giggle as she righted herself, though her smile slid off when she saw your expression. "What's wrong?"

Your heart settled at her reassuring face, and as the adrenaline ebbed away you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. You opened your mouth to respond, then closed it when you realized frustration and anxiety were welling up behind your eyes.

You swallowed and took a deep breath, but all you could do was sniffle to try to keep back the disgusting feeling clawing your throat. Sierra's eyes widened and she wrapped a protective arm around you. You obeyed blindly as she steered you through the throngs of people, focused solely on not freaking out in front of a huge audience.

"Babe, talk to me, what happened?"

With a start you realized you were on the lawn outside and looking into Sierra's warm, worried brown eyes.

"I - that guy - "

To your utter mortification, that was all you got out before the tears came in earnest. Your face was immediately pressed into a perfumed, ample chest as your roommate hugged you and rubbed soothing circles into your back.

"It's okay, you're okay. Just take your time," Sierra said comfortingly as you whimpered and hiccuped into her shirt. Fuck, why were you crying so much? Nothing bad had really even happened, you were fine! Why were you being such a crybaby? First Dr. Kim, now here?

Finally, you calmed down enough to tell Sierra what happened, and her expression went from concerned to livid.

"And where the fuck was Taehyung?" she asked calmly, making your eyes widen. Her voice was even, but her eyes flashed with what could only be described as castrative fury.

"We only split up for a second to look for you!" you explained hastily, and suddenly you were the one rubbing soothing circles into her back. "We were gonna meet back up in the kitchen."

Sierra relaxed slightly, but tension still thrummed under her skin. You wracked your brain for something to calm her down, but crying had made your head irritatingly foggy.

"Oh hey, you found her!"

You both looked to see Taehyung smiling, though it faded when he saw the anger on Sierra's face and the tear stains on yours. He took a step forward, only to stop immediately when Sierra stepped in front of you. Despite it being unnecessary, you felt a surge of affection for your roommate.

"What happened?" he asked softly as Sierra crossed her arms and tapped her foot at him, clearly unimpressed.

"Some asshole assaulted her, that's what happened," she snapped, her words cracking through the air like a whip. You winced and tugged at her arm.

Taehyung's eyes went wide with shock and he looked at you with worry.

"I'm so sorry, [y/n], did I - " he began, looking horrified and guilty. You realized he thought Sierra was talking about himself, and you shook your head frantically.

"No! It wasn't you!" you protested immediately, stepping past Sierra's protection to grab Taehyung's hand. "It was someone else." He only looked mildly relieved, and his eyes were still filled with concern.

"I shouldn't have left you alone," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Embarrassment threatened to drag you under and you winced. It wasn't his fault at all. You were just the one who was so pathetic that you apparently couldn't handle five minutes alone, and then cried like an idiot even though you weren't even hurt.

You felt Sierra's hand on your shoulder, and you looked at her questioningly.

"Will you be okay with him for a second?" she whispered in your ear, so quietly you knew Taehyung wouldn't catch it. "I forgot something inside."

You nodded, giving her a wobbly smile you hoped was reassuring. Apparently it was good enough, though she shot Taehyung a very stern glare.

"Behave, I know where you live," she said with deadly seriousness. The tension was broken by your chuckle, and both of your friends relaxed a hair. "Okay, I'll be right back."

The two of you were left alone, and suddenly you found yourself unable to look at anything but your feet.

"I'm s-sorry," you hiccuped, sniffing as you tried to keep a fresh wave of tears at bay. You hated yourself for crying so easily. You swiped at your cheeks and remembered the way Dr. Kim had dabbed your face so gently in his office. You should have listened to him. "I ruined another night out for you guys."

"What are you talking about?" asked Taehyung gently, squeezing your hand. "I always have a great time with you."

You shook your head in disbelief, still not able to meet his eyes. He was sweet to try to make you feel better, but you couldn't find it in yourself to believe him. Had it really been just a few minutes ago that you had been giddily thinking about his lips against yours?

"Hey."

Taehyung put his forehead against yours, but you didn't look up to face him. You couldn't.

"Getting to kiss you already made this the best night of the year so far," he murmured in your ear, and you wanted to believe him despite yourself. He pulled you into his chest and you took a deep breath, letting the warm, spicy smell of his cologne wash over you. "And getting to spend time with you out here makes it even better."

"Even though I'm being a buzzkill?" you asked hesitantly, voice muffled as you timidly wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Nothing can kill my buzz unless it's Jimin having a hair meltdown," Taehyung announced confidently, and you found yourself smiling into his chest.

"Thanks, Tae," you whispered, finally tilting your face up to look at him properly. He grinned happily back at you, squeezing you tight.

"There you are!" he exclaimed goofily, then shocked you into laughter by tickling your exposed sides.

"Don't do that, you jerk!" you scolded, swatting at his hands before he could get more than a few giggles out of you. He smiled and put his hands up in surrender and opened his mouth to say something, when rapid footfalls distracted you.

"Let's go!" said Sierra urgently, grabbing both you and Taehyung's hands and dragging you stumbling behind her.

"W-what?" you spluttered, suddenly very grateful the two of you had worn sneakers to this party. Why the hell was Sierra walking so fast?

"I poured all the Smirnoff Ices into that dipshit’s sneaker collection," your roommate revealed, turning back to you with a devious grin. Her eyes were alight with tipsy misbehavior and justice. "I want to be well clear before he finds out."

Sierra's admission startled a snort of laughter out of you, and Taehyung looked at her in outright awe. Perhaps this night hadn't ended so badly, after all.

Still, you decided you'd heed your professor's advice and steer clear of parties in the future.

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sweeties-selfships · 26 days

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💖pinned post💖

💞INTRO💞

hiya! my name is sweetie, i am a bisexual 20 year old women who loves pink and general cutesy stuff

also i know there is an unfortunate stereotype about cutesy blogs being vile and rude, which has came from a lot of cutesy anti blogs being vile and rude, but i am

anti harrassment

anti censorship

anti fascism

pro lgbt

pro kink/pro sex in general

pro sex work/pro pornography (porn addiction does not exist)

pro choice/autonomy

pro feminism and pro men (well, pro everyone lol)

proship/sals/ykinmkato/dl;dr/etc

strongly don't feed the trolls (block and move on, though, meme-ing them first is always welcome lol)

if i dislike you for any reason i will just block, i will not send hate/spam/harrassment ^_^

i also enjoy kaomojis, emojis, and banners! expect to see those used here frequently ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹

i made this account to have a little place to make and enjoy spicier selfship stuff without making my primary selfship account not so sfw and potentially exposing more minors to adult content

also, all personal F/O posts will be tagged and filterable! i am find with doubles but if you aren't, you can either filter out my general F/O tag or specific F/O tags or block me :P

💔DNI/WILL BLOCK💔

minors (anyone under eighteen)

antis

harrassers, bullies, and unnecessarily rude people

lgbt-phobic people, racists, TERF/SWERF/etc, misogynists, misandrists, bigots in general

pro censorship

anti kink

anti sex work

anti choice/autonomy

pedos/zoos/necros and other biastophilies (people who find REAL acts of sexual assault and rape arousing/interesting and people who want to commit acts of sexual assault and rape)

cosang (pro real life incestuous abuse)/radqueer

makes/enjoys RPF (nothing wrong with y'all, RPF is just EXTREMELY uncomfortable for me)

(note: i use lgbt-phobic rather then queerphobic because i personally do not identify with or use the term queer. i respect all those who do use the term and i do not think queer is inherently slur, i just prefer to use and identify with lgbt)

✨WHAT TO EXPECT✨

while there will be no explicit posts made or reblogged on this account, the posts hosted will still be for an adult audience only, regardless of how PG said posts are

power dynamics

age gaps

both sexual and non sexual bdsm and kink dynamics and play, including "darker" dynamics and play

noncon & dubcon (will tag as darkselfship)

stalking/kidnapping/yandere/general obsessive and possessive behavior

being cared for (bathed, hair brushed, fed, etc)

incest and incest role play (will tag as shipcest and shipcest role play)

cheesy romcom fluff

also, most imagines/etc will be gender neutral, but expect the rare m/f or f/f post

❣️REQUEST & SUBMISSION RULES❣️

for requests, please keep in mind i will only write for things i have interest in. i will not write from a dominant perspective, or for kinks i have no interest in or for any gendered dynamic besides m/f or f/f

as for submissions? go ham wild lol, write whatever you want as long as it isn't extreme underage/scat, piss or diaper play i will post it ^_^

💗TAG LIST💗

suggestive selfship (for all suggestive selfship posts)

f/o mention (blacklist this tag if you don't want to see any posts about any of my f/os)

sweeties selfship posts (for all original selfship content)

sweeties selfship reblogs (for all reblogs)

sweetie answers (for ask games)

sweetie reblogs (for reblog games)

sk (sexual kink)

nsk (nonsexual kink)

darkselfship (dubcon, noncon, yandere/stalking/kidnapping, incest (not including incest role play), etc)

💘F/OS💘

men

leland bishop/silas (transformers: prime)

megatron (transformers: prime)

slade wilson/slade/deathstroke (teen titans 2003)

dick grayson/renegade!robin (teen titans 2003)

oroku saki/the shredder (tmnt 2012)

takeshi/tigerclaw (tmnt 2012)

ganondorf dragmire (the legend of zelda: twilight princess)

zant (the legend of zelda: twilight princess)

demise (the legend of zelda: skyward sword)

women

airachnid (transformers: prime)

blackfire (teen titans: 2003)

💟F/O TAGS💟

f/o: silas

f/o: megatron

f/o: slade

f/o: renegade

f/o: shredder

f/o: tigerclaw

f/o: ganon

f/o: zant

f/o: demise

f/o: airachnid

f/o: blackfire

#pinned post #intro post #selfship intro #proselfship intro #proship #proship please interact #proselfship #proselfship please interact #mdni #antis dni #rpf dni #radqueer dni #long post

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lonleywriters-blog · 3 years

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Yandere hulk or doctor stranger with a darling that is actually a alien queen escaping their crazy world?

Of course I love marvel

Yandere dr.strange and Bruce with an alien queen escaping there world

Pls don't reblog or take

He wouldn't be to shocked. He's seen a lot of crazy and weird things. He would probably already know about your world and how to help you. He would be so much more protective and possessive. He would lock you in a house you guys share claiming it's for your safety. He would help you with your powers from being an alien. Would help you disguise better and blend in with humans more. he would love how different you were. If your skin was a different color he would get you clothes he thinks looks good with your skin.

He would be shocked. He would have so many questions you would have to calm down his rambling. He would ask the others for advice. He would help you hide from your world and the others that are there. He would be even more scarred now that he knows your in more danger. He would ask about anything and everything. If you had powers he'd try to help you train them. If you had horns I totally see him making accessory for them. And tinny little beanie hats and winter. He would just be so sweet to you no matter what.

#yandere avengers #yandere bruce banner #yandere bruce banner x reader #yandere dr strange #yandere dr strange x reader #yandere stephen strange

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scythlyven-art · 4 years

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that-yandere-life · 5 years

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Yandere Marvel x Reader Requests!

Now taking all requests for Yandere Marvel characters! Headcannons and drabbles, possibly one shots if the idea is broad enough for it! (Also cooking up an idea for a series) So send them in friends!

I will do:

Avengers/Related Characters

X-Men

Deadpool/Related Characters

Venom/Related Characters

Etc...

**Also if you are interested in other fandoms ask because chances are I will do it if I know the fandom enough!**

~I will do fluff, angst, violence, smut, dub con, pretty much anything but I would prefer not to do non con.~

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yanderebts · 2 years

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return (part 3) [final]

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader genre: yandere, smut, angst warnings: unplanned pregnancy, kidnapping, stalking, drugging, mentions of dubiously consensual sex, mention of infidelity, blood word count: 5.6k+

summary: jungkook returns from living abroad and has a new obsession. you.

author’s note: thank you to the amazing and talented @jkeuphoriadreamland for the beautiful banner. and to the lovely @rmsbicycle for helping me figure out where i wanted to go with this final chapter. also the first two chapters of this fic are only available on ao3. 💕

part 1 | part 2 (ao3 links)

You’d been curled up in bed for hours now, feeling nauseated. This was becoming a regular occurrence for you. You’d just been feeling so ill lately, almost constantly.

Jungkook was concerned, of course. He’d fetched you medicines and made you herbal teas, sitting beside you and watching with his starry eyes as he made you drink down every gulp.

“If you’re still unwell tomorrow, I’ll call Dr. Kim in, yeah?” Jungkook said, ostensibly in an effort to comfort you.

“No thanks,” you replied, politely. You’d met this doctor before, when you’d fractured a toe after slamming it into some furniture whilst running away from Jungkook’s poisonous affections. He was a friend of Jungkook's, who was paid handsomely to be extremely discreet. There was no hope in him helping you out of this situation, you had learned that the last time. “I’ll be okay. I just need a bit of rest, I think.”

Jungkook placed a sympathetic hand on your shoulder and you didn’t move away or even flinch. Truthfully, you were pretty used to him doing things like this, and you knew that showing signs of discomfort were only going to result in a crying fit or something worse.

“I’m not so bad, am I?” He asked, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’ve taken good care of you, no?”

You turned back to look over your shoulder, at his face. He looked so wide-eyed and innocent. If it wasn’t for all you’d been through the last few months, you’d hardly dare to believe he was capable of being anything other than a complete angel with his seemingly sweet disposition.

“No, you’ve been good to me.”

It wasn’t an inaccurate statement. For the most part, Jungkook had been good to you. He fed you and clothed you, even bathed you when you’d been too depressed and defeated to do it yourself. He rarely hurt you physically. He hadn’t been needlessly cruel to you, other than the whole “holding you captive in his house” thing.

His face brightened at your words of affirmation and you felt yourself almost shudder. You hated making him happy.

“I’m gonna run out and get you some ginger ale, okay? And some medicine to soothe your tummy. Is there anything else you want?” He asked, gently.

You shook your head, turning away from him again. When you didn’t answer, he got up quietly and left.

As soon as he did, you felt that familiar churn in your stomach and you got up, making your way to the bathroom as quick as you could. You collapsed in front of the toilet and vomited into it, tears streaming down your face.

God, you felt terrible. But why? Was it just your body giving out under the mental torment of being kept captive by Jungkook? Or was it something else entirely?

Crouched on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, an awful thought occurred to you. Something that you can’t believe hadn’t come to you sooner. You started trying to remember back to when you had your last period, counting the months. It was difficult, since you didn’t have much of a set schedule other than waiting for Jungkook. You realised it had been quite a while. Even though you didn’t always have the most regular cycle, made worse by the stress of what you were currently going through, it had still been way too long.

Jungkook bought you sanitary towels whenever you needed them and it occurred to you now that the last box he bought had been sitting in the cupboard under the bathroom sink for at least three months now, untouched.

Shit.

It certainly wasn’t impossible that you could be pregnant, and now, if anything, it seemed very likely. You and Jungkook did have sex on occasion. It wasn’t every night. And it certainly wasn’t as much as he would have wanted. But you were lonely and touch-starved and sometimes you just needed someone and Jungkook was always all too ready to oblige.

Was it cheating, you wondered? Jungkook hadn’t technically ever forced himself on you, so it was your choice. But was Seokjin even still your boyfriend? What would happen if he found out?

One thing you knew for sure was that you weren’t about to let Jungkook know what you suspected was the cause of your poor disposition lately. Jungkook’s clingy, possessive behaviour was bad enough already, you couldn’t imagine how he’d be if there was a potential baby on the way. He’d probably stop leaving the house completely and follow you around like a puppy, ridding you of the small freedom you had left.

Jungkook had never expressed wanting a baby or anything, but it’s not like he’d exactly been careful about where his cum ended up. He never wore condoms and you never asked him to. You used to be on the pill back when you were with Seokjin, but that had obviously all stopped since you came to this place.

What the hell were you going to do?

You got up off the floor of the bathroom and flushed the toilet. Then you cleaned yourself up as best you could. As you walked over to the bed and sat down, you couldn’t help but put your hands to your belly, cupping them there. The feeling you had was strange. You’d always wanted to be a mother, although these definitely weren’t the circumstances that you’d thought you’d be bringing a child into the world.

As confused and as scared as you were, all you wanted to do was keep the baby inside of you safe. You didn’t care if it was Jungkook’s. It was yours.

In an instant, you felt like you had a renewed energy within you, a reason to live, to thrive. You needed to get out of here. You needed to raise this child in a safe environment, somewhere far away from it’s obsessive, psycho father. He or she couldn’t come into this world and stay trapped in this house with you .

You’d have to think of another plan, and you’d be smarter about it this time. You didn’t have any other choice.

***

It was a few sleepless nights later that an idea came to you. How you were going to get out of here, finally. Not the best idea, but certainly the best one you had and better than nothing. You were lying in bed, wide awake, next to a dead asleep, snoring Jungkook. The plan would work if you played your cards right.

“Jungkook,” you said, poking at his shoulder. Of course this didn’t wake him up. He was a notoriously heavy sleeper, which was going to come in handy later.

A few more minutes of failed attempts to rouse him, you ended up pinching his arm with all your strength and shouting “JUNGKOOK!” into his ear as loud as you could.

He stirred, finally, letting out a confused “Wha?”

“Kook,” you said, trying to sound exhausted, which wasn’t difficult, since you were, “Do you have any sleeping pills or something I could take? I’ve been having such a hard time falling asleep for the past few days and I could really use something.”

Jungkook mumbled something back incoherently, and let his head fall back to his pillow, already half asleep. You bit back the urge to give him a sharp slap.

“Kook!” You yelled, again. “I’m asking you for help here.”

He finally turned to face you, although the two of you could barely see each other in the dark. You were sure he was eyeing you up and you felt grateful that the cover of night was helping to hide your face.

“How long haven’t you been sleeping?” Jungkook asked, sounding concerned but also slightly dubious at your request.

“I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. I’ve had bouts of insomnia before. I just need some sleeping pills for a week or two and I should be okay.”

“Yeah,” he said, seemingly mulling over your words. “Maybe that’s why your body’s been acting up lately. You haven’t been sleeping right. Sleep affects everything.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, not wanting to sound too eager. “My circadian rhythm probably just needs fixing.”

“Alright. I’ll get Dr. Kim to write you a prescription tomorrow,” Jungkook said, pulling the covers up over his head, satisfied that this problem, at least, had been solved.

You turned away, giddy at how easy that was but you also knew that you couldn’t be too excited yet. Jungkook was sharp, much more so than he seemed and you knew that you were going to have to take your next steps very carefully.

***

“Here,” Jungkook said to you, depositing a single pill into your palm the very next night. You were happy that he’d actually remembered, but only one? What were you supposed to do with one measly pill?

“That’s it?”

“You only need one. More than that can be dangerous,” Jungkook replied, pulling the covers off the bed.

You were disappointed but you shouldn't have been surprised. Of course Jungkook would only give you one pill at a time. You’d threatened to hurt yourself before and it seemed he thought that that was a possibility here. He believed he was protecting you.

“I usually take two,” you tried as you stuck the capsule in your mouth, holding it under your tongue as you swigged some water out of the glass on your nightstand.

“Well now you don’t,” Jungkook retorted and you refrained from rolling your eyes.

Satisfied, Jungkook got into bed and pulled out his phone, probably texting his friends as he always did right before he went to sleep. You went to the bathroom and pulled the capsule out of your mouth, wrapped it in some toilet paper and hid it in a box of tampons under the sink. It was the most unlikely thing in the bathroom that he’d touch, after all.

After you left the bathroom, doing the rest of your nightly routine, you got into bed beside him and caught a flash of the screen of his phone. He had Kakaotalk open and you could see the name of the person he was talking to at the top of the screen.

Jin-Hyung.

“Seokjin? You’re talking to Seokjin?” You asked somewhat frantically, trying to peer at the phone to see what their conversation was about.

Jungkook pulled it away quickly, giving you an admonishing look. He hated it when you mentioned Seokjin and even more when you asked about him.

“Kook, just tell me how he’s doing? That’s all I want to know.” Despite his glare, you couldn’t stop yourself. You were being careless, and you knew it, but you just had to know.

He sighed, as though you were really putting him out, but relented.

“He’s doing fine. Great, actually.”

When he didn’t elaborate, you were forced to prod him to. “Great?”

“Yeah. He’s got a new girlfriend and job offer in Busan. He’ll be moving at the end of next month.”

Your heart dropped in your chest at his casual words. A new girlfriend? A new job? He was leaving? What the fuck?

There were a million questions you wanted to ask Jungkook but of course you couldn’t ask any of them. It would only upset him and then you, and besides, your sleeping pill was supposed to start kicking in soon and you had to act like it.

“Oh. Okay. Well good for him, I guess,” you said, trying not to sound as heartbroken as you felt. Was Seokjin really moving on? Had he forgotten about you? So quickly? Heck, had he ever even bothered to look for you?

You readjusted yourself on the bed, laying down with your back to Jungkook, pretending that the sleeping pill you’d taken earlier had taken effect. Your head was absolutely swimming with thoughts as you held back your tears.

If Seokjin wasn’t even looking for you, what was the point of even leaving this place? He was the only one you had in the world. You had no family and very few close friends. Staying with Jungkook in this safe little prison was better than being all alone, wasn’t it? As horrible as it was, at least you had someone who loved you more than they loved anyone else.

No. No. You couldn’t think like this. You couldn’t let Jungkook’s words affect you in that way. He could be lying to you for all you knew. Plus, your baby deserved better than this. It wasn’t fair to it to grow up with a mother who was trapped like you were. No, you had to get out. Even if you ended up all alone.

***

It had been a few weeks now that you’d been collecting sleeping pills from Jungkook one by one. You now had about twenty and decided that tonight was finally the night you were going to put your plan into action.

It was your night to make dinner. Cooking was something you’d actually begun to enjoy during your imprisonment. It felt meditative almost, like a small escape. Concentrating on something else was a nice reprieve from your mostly uneventful days.

Tonight was different though. Your hands were trembling as you poured the powder that you’d collected from inside the sleep capsules into Jungkook’s bowl of fettuccine alfredo. You weren’t exactly sure how many pills it would take. You didn’t want to kill Jungkook but you knew that you needed to knock him out for a while, and he was a pretty big guy, only getting more muscular by the day.

“Noona,” you heard Jungkook calling to you from the dining room, where he had been waiting patiently for the most part, and your heart nearly pounded out of your chest. He’d just come home from a workout and you knew he was starving.

“Just a second,” you called back, in an impressively calm voice. You dropped more of the powdered drug into the bowl and began stirring it in aggressively. You couldn’t risk there being any tiny traces of it to make Jungkook suspicious and you’d chosen this dish to make tonight knowing that it would most easily hide the drug. You knew by now just how sharp Jungkook was, and you knew you couldn’t afford another disaster like last time.

You carried the steaming bowls into the dining room and set them down on the table, one in front of him and one right across from him.

“Sorry about that,” you said, putting the bowl down onto the table and sitting down at the same spot at the table you always sat at, “Shall we eat?”

Jungkook eyed the food with no suspicion that you could detect, although you still felt like your stomach was doing somersaults in your body as he pulled the bowl close to him.

“Smells good, noona,” Jungkook said, appreciatively. He dug in quickly

“Thank you,” you replied, with no particular inflection in your voice. You were trying so hard to be the polite, somewhat distant person that you’d been all these months.

To your luck, Jungkook was even more ravenous than usual tonight, basically stuffing his face, only pausing for the occasional sip of wine, which you knew would only make the effects of the drug more potent. You tried not to show how giddy you were becoming at the sight of him devouring his food, and you began picking at your plate as well, taking small bites and chewing thoroughly. You were way too nervous to actually eat properly.

It was a few moments before you looked up and saw it. Jungkook’s slowly blinking eyes.

“I’m...I think,” he slurred, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Did you..?”

“Jungkook? Are you alright?” Feigning concern, you got up from your seat just as he collapsed sideways onto the floor.

Yes!

Holy shit. This was it. This was your opportunity to finally get the fuck out of here. You bent down and reached into the pocket of Jungkook’s sweatpants, finding his phone right away. You could see from the way his chest was rising and falling that he was still breathing, which, despite everything, was a relief.

His phone was of course locked so you held it up to his face, holding his eyes open with two fingers so that it could scan his features properly. Your heart nearly burst when you saw that it had worked. You were so happy that your mind almost blanked at what you had to do. But of course, you remembered quick enough. As your hands trembled, you scrolled through Jungkook’s list of contacts until you got to him.

Jin-hyung

There was no point in calling the police, you knew that. Jungkook’s families’ connections to the notoriously corrupt local police force was something he liked to remind you of regularly. You had doubts about them actually helping you. So you tapped Seokjin’s name and held the phone to your ear, listening to the ringing and praying he’d actually pick up. Luckily, it was rare that he would ignore a call from his good friend Jungkook.

“Hello?”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you were ready to let out a sob as you heard your boyfriend’s voice for the first time in nearly a year.

“Jinnie,” you said, your voice practically a whisper. You wanted to tell him you loved him, you missed him, but all of that could wait. You had to get down to business. Jungkook was still passed out on the floor next to you, but who knew for how long? “Jinnie, I-”

“Y/N?” Seokjin interrupted. “Is that you? Y/N?” He sounded concerned, confused, frantic, and hopeful all at once.

“Yes, it’s me Jinnie, I need-”

“Oh my god? You’re okay? What the fuck is going on? Where are you? Why are you using Jungkook’s phone?”

“Seokjin!” You shouted, “Listen to me, okay? I’m at Jungkook’s house. I’ve been here the whole time. He won’t let me leave. He’s crazy...I need you to get me out of here.”

“What?” He said, sounding completely dumbfounded. You knew it was a lot to take in, but you didn’t have time to explain every little detail to him.

“I’ll explain later, okay? Just come get me. I’m at Jungkook’s house. Get here as soon as possible please.”

“Okay. Okay,” he said, more to himself than to you it seemed like. “I’ll be there. I’m coming.” He said. You could hear the jingle of his keys and his car revving to life. Seokjin was always a fast mover. He always came when you called.

“Shit,” he said. “My phone battery is almost out. I don’t have my charger with me. I’m so sorry, babe. Sit tight, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hung up before you even had a chance to say anything.

Your stomach lurched as you were brought back to reality. You were still on the floor beside a passed out Jeon Jungkook but for the few minutes you were on the phone with Seokjin it had felt like you were somewhere else entirely.

Getting up, you looked over him once again to make sure he was still fully passed out and also still breathing. You knew it was going to take Seokjin at least half an hour to get here, even if he sped the whole way and didn’t run into any red lights. You were nervous but for the first time in a long time you felt hopeful. Someone knew you were here. You were going to be getting out soon.

You were going to see Seokjin again.

Not really knowing what else to do with yourself, you ran to the front door and looked out the window beside it. No one was there yet, of course, but you couldn’t help it. As much as you were trying to stay patient, you couldn’t help the way your legs were shaking as you sat on the bench in the entryway, waiting, keeping an eye on the still unconscious man passed out in the kitchen.

It felt like hours before you finally heard a car pull up in front of Jungkook’s place.You hopped up and before you could even get to the window you heard Seokjin run and begin pounding the door and twisting the knob.

“Y/N! Y/N? Are you there?”

“I’m here Jinnie!” You shouted back, “I can’t open the door! It’s a code-lock.”

You heard Seokjin kicking at the door several times and then running up and slamming into it with his shoulder, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Seokjin, please, you need to do something!”

“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m getting you out of there even if I have to drive the fucking car through the front door. Gimme a sec,” Seokjin said, and you watched through the peephole as he ran back to his car.

“Hurry!” You shouted desperately, although you were pretty sure he couldn’t hear you. You looked back and saw Jungkook still motionless on the floor. He hadn’t budged an inch.

You wondered if Seokjin really was about to drive his car through the front door of Jungkook’s home but then a second later you saw him running back towards you, carrying an axe.

“Stand back!” He shouted and you did as you were told. You heard the axe hit the wooden door and get stuck in. Jin pulled back and hit the door again with all his strength. You saw the tiniest crack appear on the inside and you screamed in excitement, urging Seokjin on.

Another thwack and you could finally see a sliver of Seokjin through the door. He hit the door again and again, the hole becoming bigger and bigger, until he could finally step through it. Once he did, you ran into his arms and sobbed into his broad chest.

“Y/N, what the hell happened? What’s happening? Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s right over there,” you replied, gesturing towards the kitchen, but when you turned around to look, Jungkook wasn’t lying where you left him. Fuck. The commotion must’ve woken him up.

“Jin,” you said, panicking, “we need to get the hell out of here. Right now.” You began to pull him towards the door when you heard an angry howl. You spun around to see Jungkook running full speed at your boyfriend, toppling Seokjin over in an instant. His axe dropped out of his grip and landed on the floor beside him.

You screamed as Jungkook began raining down punches on your boyfriend, quickly bloodying him, while Seokjin attempted to protect himself. It was as though Jungkook was a man possessed. He had become absolutely psychotic. You leaned forward and grabbed Jungkook by his long hair, yanking it hard and pulling him back off of Seokjin. As you did, he looked at you with venom in his eyes.

“You fucking bitch.”

In a split second he was on top of you, knocking you to the floor and squeezing his hands around your throat like he had all those months ago.

“Jungkook, no, NO!” You tried to gasp, but you could barely get the words out. “Stop!”

He didn’t relent though, his anger was palpable and you’d never seen him like this. It was the first time you truly thought he might kill you.

You tried slapping at his chest and screaming to make him stop, but nothing was working. As the seconds passed you could feel your lungs beginning to burn.

“No! I’m...I’m pregnant,” you croaked out.

Jungkook’s already large eyes became as wide as saucers and his grip loosened around your neck considerably, causing a rush of oxygen to your lungs.

“What?”

Right then, Jungkook was hit in the temple with the blunt end of Seokjin’s axe, knocking him over, unconscious, yet again.

You looked up at Seokjin, who through a split lip and bloody nose was breathing heavily, the axe gripped tightly in his hands. He looked down at Jungkook’s still figure on the ground, the slightest bit of blood trickling out of his temple. Seokjin bent down, putting two fingers on the younger man’s neck in order to check his pulse.

“He’s still alive,” Seokjin said, and then turned to you with more concern, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“No. I just want to get out of here, Seokjin. Let’s go, now, please,” you said, desperately. You’d been confined indoors in the place for so long. The thought of even spending another minute here, especially with Jungkook was horrific. What if he woke up again?

“We should still make sure he’s alright,” Seokjin said, hesitantly, leaning down to check the boy’s pulse once again and you wanted to smack him. Why would he be thinking of Jungkook’s wellbeing at a time like this? After everything?

“No. Let’s go!” You shouted, grabbing Seokjin by the arm and leading him out the destroyed front door. As soon as the cool night air hit your skin, you felt better than you had in months. “Take me home, please, Jinnie.”

And he did.

***

The day after Seokjin had rescued you, the two of you were sitting in your old familiar living room and you were explaining to him what had happened to you for all those months. Seokjin had taken you home the previous night and had taken care of you with all of the kindness that you’d expected from him. He had called Jungkook’s parents and told them what had happened and to go to their son. In order to keep the two of you quiet, they had agreed on sending Jungkook to a psychiatric facility for a to-be-determined amount of time and that they’d make sure he’d never contact you again. Seokjin was angry and so were you, but you knew that it was the only option the two of you had, so you took it.

The two of you had been talking for hours now, and to your relief you learned that Jungkook had been lying about Seokjin’s girlfriend and plan to move. You’d told Seokjin almost everything, except for the two most difficult things.

Seokjin scratched the back of his neck, shocked at the word. “Pregnant? So...you guys?” He gestured at you, as though you would be able to understand what he was asking and of course you did.

“I’m so sorry, Seokjin,” you sobbed, as you’d been doing all day, “I’ve been a terrible girlfriend.”

“No, no way. I’m not gonna blame you for whatever happened in that house. I’m not going to get mad at you for what he did to you.”

“I mean...he never exactly forced himself on me,” you said, truthfully. You couldn’t lie to him, not if you were going to properly rebuild your relationship. “But we did things sometimes. We had sex.”

“I know you probably had to do things to keep him happy…” Seokjin trailed off. “You probably thought you’d never get out of there. Don’t think I’d ever be mad about that.”

You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to say what you needed to say next. You looked up at Seokjin and then back down again. It was too much to have to look at him while you revealed your biggest betrayal.

“It wasn’t just in the house,” you said. “It was before that too.” You still didn’t look up at him, pushing forward with the words that would inevitably break his heart. “When he came back and you invited him over for dinner that time...we...he fingered me on the couch. I protested initially but I didn’t stop him. I think that’s why he thought he had a shot. He didn’t realise it was just a stupid mistake to me. He thought it meant something more.”

Now you looked up at him. His jaw was set and you could see the tiniest flicker of anger in his eyes. Seokjin didn’t have much of a temper but he was really trying to control himself, you could tell.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my biggest regret in my life. I hate myself for doing it and I hate myself for hurting you more. Maybe I got what deser-”

Seokjin cut you off harshly. “No. Don’t say that shit. Don’t say that you deserved that fucked up psycho doing what he did. Fuck, Y/N. I - I need some air. Sorry.”

He turned around and walked out of the room, leaving you alone.

***

Seokjin was distant for the next few days. Polite, but distant. He wasn’t giving you the silent treatment or anything like that. He still enquired about your mental and physical health. He asked you what you wanted to eat at mealtimes. But that was about the extent of it. You could see how badly he was hurting and that it was your fault but you weren’t sure what to do.

It was about a week later when you’d finally had enough. The two of you were sitting eating another almost silent meal when you cracked.

“Seokjin. Can you please talk to me? Say anything. Yell at me if you want. But please don’t act like we’re fucking strangers here,” you said, the edge creeping into your last few words. It wasn’t fair for you to be annoyed with him, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it.

Seokjin studied your face for a second before putting his fork down.

“Fine. Why’d you fuck him?”

You were rattled. You hadn’t expected him to be quite so blunt right off the bat.

“I didn’t fuck him, I-“

“Yeah, yeah,” he cut you off. “You let him finger fuck you on our couch. I don’t need the details. I wanna know why.”

“I don’t know. I-“

“Not an answer,” he said, picking his fork back up as though he was going to resume his eating.

“Seokjin. I - I was being stupid. I guess I was bored and I felt flattered at being desired by someone else. It felt exciting to do something dangerous.”

“So I bored you?” Seokjin asked, dryly.

“No” You protested, “That’s not what I meant. It wasn’t to do with you. It was just me. Being a horny, irresponsible idiot.”

“Right,” Seokjin sounded unconvinced.

“I’m sorry, Jinnie. More than you can even imagine. Are you ever going to forgive me?”

He put his head in his hands and sighed, looking dejected. “I don’t know. I want to. I still love you. All I’ve wanted for so long was to have you back and now you’re here and I don’t know.”

Your heart ached at his words. You got up from your chair and walked over to him. He raised his head out of his hands to look up and you and you could see that there were tears in his eyes. God, you felt like shit. You’d never seen him cry before except for when his dog had passed away years ago and that had been jarring enough.

“Jinnie,” you said softly, sitting down on his lap. You missed his warmth and his sense of humour. The fact that those things seemed to have been taken from him because of the dual betrayals of his best friend and his girlfriend made you feel worse than ever. “I love you. Nothing like that’ll ever happen again. I’m yours.”

“You swear it meant nothing?” He asked you, without looking at you.

“I swear,” you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I think...me and you...we should start over,” Seokjin said. “Let’s go somewhere far away from here and put this all behind us. You, me, and the baby,” he said, putting his hand on your belly tentatively.

It was the first time Seokjin had mentioned your pregnancy since you’d told him about it a week earlier. You knew he’d never have told you to get rid of the baby, but you weren’t sure he’d embrace the idea of it either. It was Jungkook’s after all.

“You really mean it?” You asked, the apprehension clear in your voice. When he nodded, you responded, smiling, “That’s a great idea. I just want to get out of here and away from this place. I just wanna be with you and this baby. It might be Jungkook’s biologically but you’re going to be the most amazing father.”

It was Seokjin’s turn to smile now, and it lit up your heart to finally see him do so after so long. “I think you’re right.”

***

4 Years Later

You were sitting on a bench in your back garden, watching your young son Min-Jae sitting and playing on a blanket you’d laid out for him. His chubby hands were grabbing at the toy cars, making them race each other, while you watched on.

He looked up at you and grinned, his resemblance to his biological father was so striking. His huge eyes were an exact copy of Jungkook’s to the point where you wondered if it ever made Seokjin uncomfortable, though he’d never mentioned it. You had been right about Seokjin. He was a doting, loving father who loved Min-Jae like he was his own. Besides, your son may have inherited Jungkook’s looks, but he was all Seokjin in spirit. Sweet, kind, and goody, and about as patient as a 3-and-a-half-year-old could be.

He stood up and toddled over to you, gesturing for you to put him on your lap, which you did.

“Mama, where’s daddy?”

“He’s still at work Minnie, he won't be home for another few hours.”

“But I wanna play with him.”

“Sorry, baby, you’re going to have to wait.”

He pouted slightly but didn’t say anything as he climbed off your lap and decided to go investigate the raspberry bush that was growing in your yard. He was distracted easily, thankfully, and you knew he would drop it until Seokjin came home.

As you observed him trying to coax a ladybug onto his finger, your cellphone beside you began to buzz.

NO CALLER ID

Unthinking, you picked up.

“Hello?”

It was the first time you’d heard that voice in over three years. Your heart nearly stopped.

“Hi noona. Did you miss me?”

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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saturday night sleepover masterlist (always updating!)

to keep my main masterlist from getting too big (hint: it’s already too big) I will be putting all the headcanon and drabble requests I fill during my saturday night sleepovers here! I’ll update every week (hopefully on sunday but we’ll see)

2/13

lee bodecker with a shy reader

yandere!lance tucker

alpha!ransom and omega!reader

stucky x petite!reader

epilogue for bankrupt

epilogue for the wrong idea (which already has 5 or so epilogues but this is a bonus one and the furthest in the future)

fluff with daddy!bucky and little!reader

dark!bruce banner

follow-up to home for the holidays set on valentine’s day

2/20

soft!dark nomad!steve

comforting bucky after a nightmare (but smuttier than the last time I wrote that lol)

epilogue for the perfect fit

dark!ransom kidnaps the reader

dark-ish/yandere alpha!ransom

you find out (dark/yandere) bucky planned your entire lives and manipulated you

alpha!charles blackwood

forced into a breeding experiment with the winter soldier

calling bruce ‘dr. banner’ during sex

2/27

alpha!freezy

daddy!lee x little!reader

unrequited love angst with bucky

dark!therapist!bucky ‘helps’ his married client

kiss prompts:

‘Kiss Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing’ with mafia!bucky

‘When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More’ with jake jensen

‘War’s End Kiss’ with bucky

‘Kiss Under a Full Moon’ with dark!chase collins

‘Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys’ with johnny storm

‘Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing’ with johnny storm

‘Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up’ with ransom drysdale

3/6

dark!lee is inexplicably in 2021

dark!jake is your roommate

gunplay with the winter soldier

sharing a room with stucky

dark!40s!steve is obsessed with a singer

soft!dark alpha!bruce

dark!alpha!bruce

dialogue prompts:

"do you see them when you look at me?" with bucky

"we should skinny dip" with jake jensen

"on your knees" and "I'm gonna ruin that pretty makeup" with freezy

"I trust you. do it." with bruce

"lipstick's a good look on you" with lance tucker

3/13

alpha!40s bucky and omega!reader + part 2

soft!dark mike weiss and his nurse

soft daddy lee helps the reader relax

breeding and jealousy with dark!sam

breeding and biting with alpha!ransom

fluff with soft!lance tucker

yandere prompts: (all dark!)

“that fits you so well! no it’s not too revealing!” + “come here baby” with lee

“stay still! you don’t want to make me angry” with jefferson

“these are yours? I had no idea!” with jake jensen

“baby come out wherever you are” with nat, bruce, and peter

“this hurts? imagine your girl flirting with other men” with soft!dark lee

“I wonder how much more you can take of this until you finally break” + “I love how you beg for me to stop” with daddy!jake jensen

“get up! it’d be a pain to have to drag you” with loki

3/20

cuddling with daddy!bucky

soft!dark jake jensen a/b/o

lee bodecker and sister!reader (warning: incest)

soft!dark alphas ransom and andy

soft!dark(ish) jefferson with stepsister!reader (warning: stepcest)

alpha!tony with a breeding kink

more fluff with soft!lance tucker

soft!dark alpha bruce

mini-sequel for the martyrdom of st. valentine (warning: slightly stepcest? fostercest? is that a thing?)

dark!bucky makes ‘amends’ (slight tfatws ep 1 spoilers)

4/10

comforting bucky after he is deprogrammed in wakanda

shower sex with johnny storm

mini-sequel to dishonorable discharge (warning: incest, dark)

comforting chubby!charles blackwood

hooking up with alt!bucky

touchstarved!zemo

soft!lance tucker comforts the reader

dark!chase collins plans to create the perfect heir with his half-sister (warning: incest)

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader (warning: incest)

4/17

daddy!stucky and little!reader

stepbrother!peter parker (warning: stepcest)

soft!dark zemo takes you with him when he escapes

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader, part two (warning: incest)

dark!steve with breeding and size kinks

sam lets bucky and steve watch

pet play with lance tucker

dumbification kink with jake wyler

4/24

dark!daddy!bruce ignores the safe word

yandere!peter parker is your barista

dark!bucky shares you with his friends

sub!zemo with mommy kink

you only marry zemo to have his heir but catch real feelings (+ part 2)

5/1

daddy!zemo and little!reader plus dumbification and aftercare

dark!carter baizen bullies the reader

[brief ramble about dark!laszlo kreizler]

sequel to dark!lee in 2021

sub!laszlo kreizler

soft!dark, brother!jake jensen (warning: incest)

continuation for peaches & cream

vampire!zemo

5/8

random drabble about young!zemo

3-in-1: enemies to lovers with zemo, fake dating with bucky, and sharing a bed with bruce

the return of soft!lance

escort!bucky

arranged marriage with zemo

soft!dark sharon (kinda?)

5/22

free use with stucky

dark!laszlo kreizler coerces a virgin patient

domme!pepper potts

epilogue for twice

yandere!alex kerner

hooking up with anthony mackie in his trailer

5/29

soft!dark sharon carter

somnophilia and breeding with dark!zemo

aunt may with bondage and mommy kink

yandere!andrea marowski

dark!ransom and mr. freezy kidnapping

headcanons about daniel brühl with an injured SO

6/5

dark!din djarin wants a replacement child

dark!charles blackwood and his half-sister (warning: incest/halfcest)

yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader

sharon shares her pet with sam, bucky, and zemo

anal with zemo

dark!obi wan ‘trains’ his padawan

pure fluff with jake jensen

yandere!david kern

6/12

you and bucky are sharon’s playthings

andy barber freely uses his housewife

somnophilia with daddy!bucky

dark!loki as d.b. cooper

laszlo helps you during a panic attack (male reader)

alex kerner gets angry when you accuse him of cheating (soft!dark...?)

dubcon breastfeeding with natasha

general hux with a breeding kink

6/19

how mobius and bunny first got together (prequel to loop)

alpha!zemo in the raft

sub!loki and domme!reader

7/10

dark!heike and helmut breed you

a deep dive into bucky’s kinks

mobius and bunny try something new

quick blurbs about (most of) the bruhl bunch

mob!zemo punishes you for hiding something from him

how bucky would react to petnames

7/17

dark!alpha!mobius

making a deal with demon!zemo

just a ramble about laszlo teaching his wife to enjoy sex

alpha!laszlo when you go into heat

free use with peter parker

8/7

sub!colonel!zemo has a knife kink

ceo!thor with a naive new secretary

breeding kink with alex kerner

laszlo teaches his sheltered wife to love sex (continuation of this)

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kentosovertime · 3 years

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𝔸𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕪𝕟𝕖 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 𝕠𝕗 𝟚)

anodyne (n.) serving to assuage pain; soothing

toxic therapist!sukuna x fem!reader - 2.1k words

A/N: a request from my bestie @yelzoldyck, sukuna simp extraordinaire, special thanks to @obsessedwithhjp for the proof reading, hyping, and her big seggy brain, part two is a planned wip, follow or turn on those notifications for updates ;)

Credit: banner art from twitter user @/aofdj_

CW: dark content, fem reader, explicit smut, dubcon, slight yandere, manipulation, emotional abuse, cheating, mentions of mental health and self esteem issues, oral sex (m! receiving), swearing/name calling

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

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“Which one is the next patient?” Sukuna hums, looking over his receptionist’s shoulder onto the screen. The calendar was blocked off for an hour and a half at the end of his day, extra time given for an initial consultation.

The receptionist glances at the screen, adjusting her glasses. She pulls her glasses back off leaning back in her chair, “The high strung one in the back corner.” she says with a smirk pointing over her shoulder. “Do you want me to send the nurse out for her?”

Sukuna’s eyes land on you, staring at your leg bouncing in anticipation. His eyes rake up your figure. Your hands are grasped tightly together in your lap, knuckles white. He follows their movement as one picks nervously at the hem of your cardigan, the other rising to lips so you could chew nervously at your manicured hands. When he catches himself staring at your mouth he gives a mental shake, deciding to take in your wide, nervous expression. Your doe eyes shining across the waiting room. What a nervous little lamb.

“That won’t be necessary,” he clears his throat. “There’s no one left for the day. You can pack up and make sure the nurses know they’re all set too. I’ll handle scheduling her for a new appointment if it's needed.” Judging by your mannerisms, it would likely take much more than one appointment to get into your pretty little head.

Opening the door to the waiting room, he calls out to you. “Y/N L/N?” Your head snaps up out of your dissociative state. He sees your face flush an appealing shade of red. “I’m ready for you.”

You blink up at him as you approach, a confused look passing over your face. I’m ready for you? There’s no way this man is a licensed professional. Your gaze takes in the dyed pink hair and face tattoos that extend down his neck, disappearing under his shirt. As you step closer you notice bold black marks showing through his white button down. He busies himself by unbuttoning his cufflinks, roughly pushing up his sleeves to reveal matching marks around his wrists as you cross the lobby.

“Dr. Ryomen?” you questioned once you got to the door, following him in and down the hall. You hear him grunt in affirmation, turning the knob on his office door. He motions over to the chaise lounge across from his worn armchair.

“Please sit. I will be right with you.” You cross your arms. A couch to lay down on and cry about my feelings? What sort of stereotypical movie is this? You take your designated spot, resuming your habit of bouncing your leg. He moves around the side of the chair falling in with practiced ease. “Am I not what you expected? You’re staring.”

His playful smirk reignites the flush on your cheeks. “You don’t look like you’re a therapist.” you state simply, starting to shut down in the face of his teasing.

“I can assure you that my ability to do this job has nothing to do with my physical appearance. Do you often judge people based only on their looks?” He opens his notebook, starting the scribble down words already.

“Do you often psychoanalyze people after they utter one statement?” You snap back, annoyed at how quickly he’s cueing in, you didn’t even want to be here. He sighs heavily at you, deciding on a different approach to start the painstaking process of building trust with a patient.

“Have you ever attended counseling before? It’s sort of our thing.” he leans back, tossing his notebook to the side. Maybe a more personal approach would help, you looked rather… impressionable when you weren’t on the defensive earlier.

“No. My friend forced me to schedule an appointment, I can handle my issues without this.” Your face twisting further. Sukuna was far from impressed with that statement. His time was valuable, and while you may be paying for his services dearly, he values not wasting his time over making money.

He gets out of his chair, acting like he's packing up his items. “Then clearly you are not in need of my services. If you think you know more than what my twelve years of education taught me, the door is right there.” He motions across the room for emphasis.

A beat of silence passes with you rooted in your spot. “... Wait. I- um. She’s right. I really need this, I’m just not used to people helping me.” Your arms curl around your center, attempting to hold back the crushing weight of the world on your shoulders; all the things you refused to let anyone burden themselves with.

Sukuna purrs inwardly, so submissive. “Part of this relationship we’re supposed to build is based on your implicit trust that I will always look out for what is best for you. That I will always listen to the items you wish to share and work through.” You’re captivated by his speech, coming off as down to earth, drawing you into his domain with ease. “I don’t expect this from you in the first meeting, that would be rather unrealistic, right?”

You find yourself nodding, relaxing in the presence of this new charismatic energy. “Very good.” He coos at you. “Now, let’s just start off with getting to know one another. The better I know you and the closer we get, the better I can help you. Does that make sense?” You nod again, but more enthusiastically this time.

Sukuna launches into a series of carefully constructed questions that were designed to get patients to open up; so he could probe anything questionable he picked up later. “How is your home life?” He asks, raising his eyebrow slightly when he sees your face fall. Bingo. “Hmm. You didn’t like that question.” he teased playfully, trying to prevent you from retreating back into yourself.

You think for a moment; you can tell him anything right? It doesn’t leave this room. “It’s… alright?” you question more to yourself than him.

“I guess that’s part of why I’m here.” You look down at where you're playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “I live with my boyfriend. We’ve been together a couple years now… but I feel empty?” You look off to the side in embarrassment when you feel your throat close, the emotions you hadn’t even voiced to a friend coming to the surface.

Sukuna rests his head on his propped hand, leaning forward, deciding it was time to pull at this particular thread, feeling you were about to unravel. “What do you mean by ‘empty’?”

“All of it? Physically, emotionally, mentally; I feel like I’m drowning. He doesn’t let me know where he is when he’s not home, and the little time we exist in the same space he shuts himself away.” Sukuna starts to open his mouth, but you cut him off, continuing to vomit your feelings at him. “He gives me the silent treatment whenever I dare question him. He doesn’t help around the house, we don’t go out together anymore, he rarely touches me anymore and when he does it's just to use my body for himself.” The tears finally start to spill over, sobs wracking your body. “It just feels so pointless! Is it my body? Am I that repulsive to be around? If he doesn’t love me after all he’s seen, how am I ever supposed to find someone?”

Sukuna sighed inwardly. God he hates when they cry like this, it's annoying. A pretty little thing like you should only be crying over a fat cock shoved down your throat or… His audible groan breaks you out of your haze, eyes widening.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, I’ll shut up now!” He can see the water works starting again, your hands attempting to cover your tear stained face. No more crying about your ass of a boyfriend; he’d take anything but that.

He clears his throat, making you gaze at him standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “It sounds like your boyfriend’s a piece of shit. He’s probably sleeping around behind your back.”

Your sadness immediately flares into anger, “Maybe if you took a couple inches of dick out of your personality you could keep a relationship as long as he has,” your insult leaves your lips without a second thought.

Your jab is met with only silence. You’re frozen in place when he walks up to you and grips your jaw tightly with his large hand. “Would you like to see just how long I could keep a relationship?” He shifts to grip your hair and forces you to look up at his crotch.

“What did I say earlier about what I’m here for?” his hand at the back of your head was pulling at the hair at the nape of your neck. Preventing you from moving away from his bulging zipper.

Your watery doe eyes look up from his hips through your lashes, straining against the hold he had on you. “For me to trust you; that the closer we are the more you can help.” you repeat immediately. You hear Sukuna purr at your response, the vibration of his pleased sounds felt through the arm pulling you closer.

He uses his free hand to unbutton his pants, zipper slipping open as he reaches his rough hand into his pants to grip himself. He squeezes lightly to ease the mounting pressure, pulling himself out.

His cock falls in front of your lips, long and thick as your pussy clenches at the thought of trying to fit him inside your mouth. He grins wickedly as he sees your mouth fall open in shock. “Does this meet your expectations, slut?”

Your mind goes blank, focus falling intently on the situation in front of you. He watches you gulp harshly, reaching out to grip the base of his cock; words not needed to communicate what he wants from you. Your tongue darts out to lick the precum that had accumulated on his engorged tip.

You had been content to take your time, trained to pleasure your partner without any thought to your own release, until you felt his second hand settle under chin, the hand planted in your hand encouraging you to open wide to take his length into your mouth fully. He groans, savoring every inch as he watches your tear soaked face stuffed with his cock.

Any restraint he held onto snapped when he felt your throat spasming around his length as he bottomed out, your gagged moans reaching his ears. Barely giving you a second to adjust, he pulls back, and forces his way back in, pounding into your throat relentlessly.

He feels your hands scratch at his thighs. You slap at them repeatedly, attempting to get his attention, you couldn’t breathe. “You can do better than that slut!” he snarls. “Stop whining and take it. That's all you're good at anyways."

“Tch. If I had a mouth like yours at home, I wouldn’t be stepping out like him.” he hisses when he feels his balls start to tighten. “Hell- I can find some good use of you."

“This is what you wanted, yeah? You wanted your whore mouth stuffed with my cock..fuck-!” You relax your head, leaning to accommodate his rough actions. A lusty haze spreads through your mind as he uses you to reach his own end.

Tears continue to roll down your cheeks, an especially hard thrust has you choking again, unintentionally clamping down on his length. Before he can groan a warning, he paints the back of your throat white, your name falling ferally from his lips.

When he’s done pumping his seed down your throat, he pulls out slowly, a trail of saliva connecting his cock to your fucked out face.

He moves away from you chuckling as he sees the wet spot your leaking center left on his couch. “You needy little whore,” eyes lifting to yours as he sees you wipe the mess he made from the corner of your lips.

He buttons up his pants and fastens his belt. “Your appointments will be weekly moving forward. Same time.” you whimper from your seat unsatisfied and uncomfortable in your soaked panties.

“Please see yourself out.”

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 01

Banner by the beautiful and talented @persphonesorchid <3

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Word Count: 4,345

Rating: 18+

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Your first college class ever was a culture shock in more ways than one.

The lecture was in a small auditorium-like hall with rows of moderately uncomfortable-looking seats facing the front of the room. You definitely weren't in high school anymore - there was probably room for over a hundred students here.

A wave of nerves froze you in the doorway as you suddenly, truly realized that you were alone, with all your friends and family several hours and hundreds of miles away. Choosing a far away university had seemed obvious at the time, away from your overbearing parents, your perfect siblings, and a best friend who glowed so bright you seemed to get lost in her shadow.

"Um, can you move?"

You jumped and apologized, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment as the student behind you rolled his eyes and trudged by. You sighed before scurrying to a seat near the front, not willing to be directly in the first row but also wanting to be close enough to pay attention.

"Get it together," you mumbled to yourself as you pulled out a notebook and pencil. You had chosen to leave for a reason, to try to figure out what kind of person you were when no one was expecting something out of you but yourself. This was a fresh start, a place where you weren't known as Phoebe's less hot best friend or so-and-so's quieter sister.

People began filtering into the hall, some looking excited, others already looking done with life despite it literally being the first day. Two in particular caught your eye, a pair of gorgeous boys who walked in together and complemented each other like the sun and moon. You hurriedly looked away, already knowing they were out of your league, and you heard them giggling about something as they walked past you to sit somewhere closer towards the back.

Any thought of them immediately fled your brain as soon as the professor stepped into the hall. A few people around you gasped, and you might have been one of them.

Dr. Kim Seokjin was tall, broad-shouldered, and absolutely beautiful. His wire-rimmed glasses sat atop a perfect nose, and his wavy brown hair was styled out of his sparkling eyes. You had to remind yourself to breathe when his plump, pouty lips flashed a friendly smile that made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

Well, you certainly wouldn't have a problem paying attention in this class, that was for sure.

"Oh my god he is so hot," you heard someone whisper behind you. Truer words had never been spoken.

"Hello, everyone!" he called cheerfully, and somehow the entire auditorium grew quiet for this ethereal-looking man. "I'm Professor Kim, and this course is Global Change I. Hopefully you're in the right place."

"Oops," you heard another voice mutter behind you. Still, no one left, and you couldn't blame them. You didn't think that people this beautiful existed outside of television or airbrushed ads.

By the time the lecture was over, you and probably 80% of the entire hall were thoroughly won over. Not only was he physically gorgeous, but Dr. Kim was also funny, kind, and clearly excited about his work. If this was what college lectures were usually like, then you were in for a great semester.

Your next class was enough to learn that no, that was not what college classes were usually like. Your Calculus III teacher was crabby, had a voice that was simultaneously boring and grating at the same time, and a combover that had definitely seen better days. Not good days, obviously, but at least better.

When you made it back to your tiny dorm room, you flopped onto your bed with a groan, making your roommate laugh.

"Tough first day already?" Sierra teased from her own bed where she was fiddling with her phone.

"Why did I think taking a new math class would be more interesting than taking something I already learned in high school?" you complained, haunted by thoughts of feeble wisps of hair and three-dimensional coordinates.

"Because you're a nerd," she replied with a grin, snapping her mirror closed. "You should come out with me tonight! Let out that stress!"

"On a Monday?" you said with a laugh, glad your roommate was someone fun you could become friends with. She was pretty and upbeat, much like Phoebe, but also didn't seem to feel the need to chase the spotlight. "I'm okay, I have an 8am class tomorrow."

"Fine," Sierra pouted, crossing her arms. "I'll drag you out one of these days though! It's a crime to have a hot roommate and not get to party with her."

You snorted at her statement, knowing that she was just trying to butter you up. You knew you weren't a hag, or anything. It was just that growing up with your beautiful, loud, energetic best friend had rendered you practically invisible as long as you were next to her.

A petty, insecure part of you was excited to see if without Phoebe around, you might have better luck with your love life. Or even hook-up life. Plus, here no one had to know that you were a lame virgin who had never even been kissed.

It wasn't like you were a prude, or anything. Phoebe's sheer existence and friendship was somehow the biggest cockblock. Every person you'd ever shown interest in forgot you existed once they met her. You had lost count of the times you had told her about a guy you thought was cute, only for said guy ask her out a few weeks later. And you weren't about to get involved with just anybody - despite your somewhat questionable self-esteem, you had standards.

You shook the thoughts out of your head, not liking the tendrils of envy that sometimes snaked around you when you thought about Phoebe. She was a great friend, there for you and willing to listen to you rant or cry, and you could always count on her to cheer you up with her silly antics.

"I will at some point," you promised Sierra, trying to shake away the small voice that told you that you needed Phoebe around for people to think you had a personality. "Just not this weekend."

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"Dr. Kim?"

A sheepish voice pulled Seokjin out of the research paper he was reading, and he looked up to see a pretty girl hovering by the open door to his office. He hadn't actually been expecting anyone to show up, to be honest.

These were his teaching assistant's office hours for his freshman/sophomore lecture, and it was historically a dead zone, especially considering it was only a few weeks into the school year. His own often got busier, but visits usually petered out by mid-semester once students gave up on trying to flirt with him.

"Come in," he said with a smile. You shuffled uncertainly, backpack slung over a dainty shoulder, and from your shy demeanor he assumed you were probably a freshman.

"Um, I thought these were Ashley's office hours?" you asked nervously, and he had to suppress a laugh. There was something endearing about your earnest apprehension that made him want to put you at ease. "Did I come to the wrong place?"

"Ashley was sick today, so I'm covering for her," Seokjin assured you, and your shoulders relaxed. He presumed that you were in Ashley's recitation class, which was aimed at honors students who wanted to get more out of the credit than a list of facts that could have been learned by just reading the textbook.

"Oh, I see," you replied, finally smiling back at him. It made your face soft and warm, and something about your smile was infectious. "Is it still okay if I ask you some questions about the readings this week?"

"Of course, it's what I'm here for!" he exclaimed with an exaggerated flourish of his arm at the seat in front of his desk. You laughed and took a seat across from him, setting your backpack beside you and pulling out a sheaf of papers peppered with highlighter and tiny, neat writing in the margins. Organized and motivated. He approved.

You peeked up at him, blushing when you met his eyes, then fixed your gaze on your notes. Seokjin fought down another amused laugh - it wasn't the first time a student had a crush on him, and at least you weren't trying to actually do anything. It was cute, honestly.

"I was curious about some of the ideas stated in the reading about technology and the environment, so I looked up the book the excerpt was from," you began, some of the nerves in your voice fading as you grew absorbed in your notes. Seokjin's eyebrows rose. That was extra dedication that he doubted most of his TAs even went through if they didn't specifically have to.

"But I saw it was written in 2001… hasn't technology changed too much even in the past few years for that book to be a reliable source?"

You suddenly looked up, clearly realizing it sounded like you were challenging him. Though he was impressed that you had actually given some thought to the reading past just taking in the information, he kept his face impassive for a moment, justbecause your deer-in-the-headlights look was so endearing.

"Uh, I just meant - "

"You're absolutely right," Seokjin cut you off with a grin, and your eyes widened in surprise.

"I am?" you asked, forehead crinkling in confusion.

"The next assigned reading is going to be from a more recent study that contradicts a few of the statements in this one," he explained, and you cocked your head at him, eyes rapt with attention. He preened a little under your gaze, pleased to have someone who wanted to listen to him ramble. "Not only do both articles have important points, but I thought it would be a good way to introduce the idea that our knowledge is always changing, and we have the responsibility to grow with it."

Your eyes widened with understanding, and an appreciative smile began to tug at the corners of your lips.

"It's kind of mean to trick us like that, Professor," you said playfully, and Jin gasped in mock offense. Apparently you were a little more fiery than your initial meekness had suggested.

"How dare you," he scolded dramatically, making your smile widen as you appeared to fight back a laugh. "I take the time and effort to teach you kids about the world and this is the thanks I get!"

Jin crossed his arms with a pout, and that appeared to break your self control as you dissolved into giggles.

"I'm sorry, that was very rude of me," you finally managed, eyes still sparkling with mirth. He grinned back, glad that you were finally more comfortable around him. "I still have some other questions, though."

"Ask away, Miss - oh, I'm sorry, what was your name?"

"[Y/n]!"

~~~~~

"Miss [L/n], please have a seat."

The woman behind the desk gave you a pleasant smile as you sank into the chair across from her, and handed you what looked like an informational packet.

"You are in the subset of students with the top test scores coming into the university, even among the honors college," your academic advisor began, and you fidgeted a little at the praise, despite it literally just being a fact. You weren't used to compliments, and you never really knew how to react to them.

"As such, you have the opportunity to work on a semester-long research project and present it at a showcase at the end of the year."

You perked up, knowing that something like this could only be good for your academic career and for future networking.

"Since you're still just a freshman, it's understandable if you don't feel drawn to any subject enough to participate, but - "

"No, I'd love to!" you interrupted, mind already racing with ideas as you flipped through the packet. Your advisor smiled at your enthusiasm, clearly pleased.

"The two top presentations in each discipline will be selected to accompany their mentoring professors to a corresponding conference, to present their work there."

Your jaw dropped and you stared at the now grinning woman in front of you.

"Aren't - isn't that sort of thing usually reserved for seniors and grad students?" you asked incredulously. Presenting at a conference meant representing the university itself, and you couldn't imagine they would feel comfortable sending some fresh-faced eighteen-year-old to uphold their reputation.

"The showcase is open to all years," your advisor explained. "It's a valuable experience for everyone. And while it's rare for an underclassman to be selected, it's not outside of the realm of possibility. Is there a specific subject or professor you have in mind already, or do you need time to think about it?"

One professor immediately popped into your head, but you tabled the idea, wanting to make sure it was because it actually made sense and not just because you wanted more opportunities to stare at Dr. Kim's beautiful face.

"I'd like a little time to think, please," you requested politely. Your advisor nodded and turned to her computer.

"Let's set up a second meeting next week, then."

~~~~~

"Hey [y/n]! What a surprise to see you here."

You smirked at Ashley's obvious joke as you plopped into the seat across her desk. Your TA was smart and friendly, and you had developed something of a friendship, considering you were the only person that ever came to her office hours. It had reached the point where even if you didn't have any questions for her, you would still sometimes drop by to work on homework with her in the cozy silence of her tiny office.

"You've been spending too much time with Dr. Kim, your jokes are getting worse," you said with a grin as you pulled out your notebook. Ashley gasped in affront, and it was so similar to what your professor had done the first time you had been in this office that you dissolved into laughter.

"I'm telling him you said that," she declared, crossing her arms and glaring at you. "He was all impressed with you, too."

"Noooooo, anything but that," you pled in mock-desperation, giving her your best puppy-dog eyes. She rolled her own, but smiled as she swatted lightly at your head.

"Fine, but only because you're such a cute little frosh," she teased, making you stick your tongue out at her. "What are you working on today?"

You perked up immediately, fresh out of the meeting with your advisor, and began spilling out what she had told you about the showcase. Ashley's own eyes brightened in recognition.

"Oh yeah! I did that sophomore year. I didn't win, obviously, but it was a great experience. You should definitely go for it."

"I have a few vague ideas, I definitely have to think about it a bit more though," you confessed, and your friend laughed.

"Of course you do, you overachiever. You should totally ask Dr. Kim for help!"

You stopped short, staring at Ashley and hoping your face didn't betray your thoughts. It did, because she gave you a knowing smirk, and you groaned.

"Don't look at me like that," you whined, hiding your face as she cackled.

"It's okay to acknowledge he's hot. I don't even swing that way and I'd still tap it," she said completely seriously, making you choke and throw a pencil at her.

"That's your professor," you hissed, trying to keep a straight face as she waggled her eyebrows.

"You're just too easy to tease," she said with a chuckle, finally giving you a reprieve. "Seriously though, I can't say for sure whether he'd have time to actually mentor you but he'll at least have some good advice."

"Okay," you said musingly, chewing on your thumbnail as you mulled over your possibilities. Ashley was right, even if Dr. Kim didn't have time available, he could probably still potentially even point you towards other professors that would have time. There were some others teaching your classes that you could ask, but this one did still align most directly with your interests. "Yeah, you're right."

"I know," Ashley replied with a grin. "What's the worst that could happen?"

~~~~~

Well fuck, you weren't sure what you had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. You had gone to Dr. Kim's office hours to ask about research topics in person under the assumption that they would be just as dead as every other professors' you had been to.

Unfortunately, despite arriving five minutes into what was supposed to be a two-hour long open slot, every seat in his office was full and there were even people standing. You shuffled close to the back, hoping that it would clear out eventually when the other students got their questions answered.

You underestimated the determination of thirsty young adults, though, and proceeded to sit through fifteen minutes of increasingly stupid questions before deciding to cut your losses and e-mail him later. Irritation with your classmates had filled your veins, and you knew that if you had to sit here any longer you were going to lose it.

"Oh? Miss [l/n]?"

You froze by the door before meeting Dr. Kim's twinkling eyes. And those of a room of suddenly very hostile-looking students.

"Uh… I'll e-mail you later…" you stammered, uncomfortable with the sudden scrutiny.

"Nonsense," he insisted, standing up and walking over to you. Your eyes widened as the hostility became palpable with each step. Oh no. Nononono. Then he set his hand on your shoulder, and you were surprised you weren't bleeding from the daggers being thrown at you from angry eyes at every corner.

"It's - it's really okay," you protested as he steered you toward his desk. There weren't even any open seats, where were you - oh god no. You realized too late that he meant for you to take his chair, and before you could escape you were plopped into squishy leather. It was comfy, smelled vaguely like wood and citrus, and you absolutely wanted to die.

"Professor, you didn't answer my question yet," whined a girl making calf-eyes at Dr. Kim. Overwhelmed as you were by the sudden attention, your brain to mouth filter momentarily stopped working.

"Just read the first paragraph of the first chapter of the textbook," you blurted, before flinching under her glare and looking down at your lap. Dr. Kim gave a cough that might have been hiding a laugh, and you peeked up at him to realize he was looking at you with mirth in his gaze.

"Yes, the answer should be there," he agreed, flashing a smile at the other student that seemed to appease her. "Now, [y/n], what did you need to ask about?"

"Um… it's not about class exactly…" you mumbled, slouching further into the seat when some of the students around you rolled their eyes. Even Dr. Kim's smile began to fade and you realized they actually thought you were here to ask him out or something, so you hurried onward. "I wanted to ask for advice on research topics for the honors college showcase."

You thought his shoulders sagged slightly in relief and you felt a twinge of sympathy for him. Clearly being a young, beautiful, well-liked professor wasn't as amazing as it sounded on paper. Dr. Kim probably had to worry about this sort of thing all the time.

"I'd love to discuss that with you!" he exclaimed, eyes sparkling as a genuine grin appeared on his face. It was lethal, and you heard a couple people around you sigh in longing. "Can you stay after office hours?"

And cue the glares again. Of course, how dare you be allowed to meet with Professor Kim one on one to discuss actual work instead of hounding him with inane questions.

"But since you're here…"

You narrowed your eyes at his tone of voice and the sudden mischief in his gaze, feeling a sense of foreboding that turned out to be unfortunately accurate.

"You seem to have a solid grasp of the material. Why don't we see if you can help some of your classmates?"

Your jaw dropped and you heard grumbling from around you. A couple students left, though the majority stayed to make your life a misery.

By the time office hours ended, you were speaking through clenched teeth and you felt the beginnings of a headache stirring behind your brow. It looked like there were still people who wanted to stay, but to your relief Dr. Kim sent them on their way, saying office hours were over and he needed to talk to you about your project.

"You used me!" you accused when you were finally alone, too exhausted to realize that you were scowling at your professor less than respectfully. He laughed, a strangely endearing squeak that surprised you enough to melt some of irritation away.

"If it's any consolation, you performed wonderfully," he replied with a smile much more sincere than what had been on his face during the office hours. You tried not to let it mollify you too much, but you were only a human being. "I'm very impressed."

"I can't believe you have to deal with that all the time," you grumbled, put at ease by his disarming response and letting your forehead thud face-first onto his desk. "How have you not committed murder yet?"

"You just have to know how not to get caught."

You glanced up at the unexpected reply to find that he was already laughing at himself, and found your own lips twitching despite simultaneously wanting to roll your eyes.

"That wasn't funny," you complained through your smile.

"I'm sorry, it was poorly executed."

You stared at him for a moment as he looked at you expectantly, then you groaned, putting your face in your hands to hide your giggles.

"You know what, I think I'm good on the advice," you said jokingly, pretending to get up from his chair. He laughed at your antics and sat down in the chair across from you, as if he were the student.

"Alright alright, I'm done," he assured you. "Now Professor [l/n], what can I help you with?"

The full weight of his attention hit you like a spotlight, and to give yourself time to breathe, you opened your backpack to get your notebook and the pamphlet from your advisor. Self-doubt suddenly filled you. What if your ideas were stupid? What if you lost all of the respect you had somehow gained? What if -

"[Y/n]?"

You snapped out of it, feeling heat rise in your face at the concern in his voice. Five minutes alone and you were already making a fool out of yourself.

"Uh, sorry," you said, clearing your throat, opening your notebook to the spot you had sticky-noted. "So I had a meeting with my Honors advisor, and she mentioned the multidisciplinary showcase at the end of the year, and that it's open to all students."

"Do you have an idea of what you want to do after you graduate, or what career path you'd be looking at, specifically?" Dr. Kim asked curiously. "Not that you need to, college is a time to explore your interests, but you seem to have some ideas already."

You shifted in your seat, feeling a little shy to be laying out your life goals to a relative stranger, but he looked so earnest and attentive that it eased your nerves.

"Currently I'm double majoring in environmental studies and political science," you began quickly, already awkward when it came to talking about yourself. It just felt odd, usually you were the one listening to other peoples' escapades and thoughts, not the other way around. "And after I graduate I'm planning on doing a Master's degree in something related to environmental policy."

"And what's your end goal, when you have these degrees?"

You felt heat creep up your face and wondered if you were about to make yourself sound like a kindergartener talking about how they were going to grow up to be the president or something.

"Well, grass-roots organizations and nonprofits can only do so much without the support of laws and legislation," you mumbled, looking down so you didn't have to meet Dr. Kim's kind, steady gaze. "And larger things that are affecting climate change can only really be regulated by higher government. Um, I'd like to eventually do work that can influence change at a societal level. So… yeah."

You trailed off awkwardly, unsure of what else to say, and you fidgeted with your pencil as you peeked up to see Dr. Kim's reaction.

"That's very admirable," he said with a bright grin, leaning forward to reach for your notebook. "And honestly impressive that you're thinking that far ahead already. May I?"

You nodded mutely, though you couldn't keep your face from lighting up at his praise. It was gratifying to be so earnestly complimented by someone you admired. Who also had the face of an angel and the shoulders of a multi-lane freeway. When he finished reading through your notes, he smiled at you and you felt warm giddiness rise in your chest.

"You know, I actually just got a grant approved for a project that might interest you," Dr. Kim began, looking pleased when you perked up and beamed at him.

"Really?" you asked enthusiastically, making him chuckle approvingly.

"Really. I'm always willing to work with students who are bright and motivated. I have a feeling you'll do great work."

Your face grew warm again at his words and you tried to lessen the intensity of the smile on your face, but it was impossible. Giddiness blossomed in your chest, and you weren't sure whether it was from the excitement of working with Dr. Kim, or from the way he was grinning at you as if you were a peer, not a student.

"Yes, I'll do my best!"

~~~~~

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