#because the prof was like what are your plans after this class and i was listing jobs i might apply to

[gideonisms]

good god. If anyone knows how to turn off the brain setting that is like. If I do not write this perfectly I will die but also I Cannot get started or I will die. Let me know

#i'm suffering #because the prof was like what are your plans after this class and i was listing jobs i might apply to #he was like no i mean ur grad school plans and we had the whole conversation u know the one teachers sometimes have with you #it would be a waste of potential to do *whatever terrible job you are doing* instead of like. continuing to write papers #and he was really kind so i kind of played it off like haha you haven't read my final paper don't make up ur mind yet #but he said if my paper was good i should discuss my options for grad school afterwards with him and like. fine okay #i was planning to go to trade school after this maybe but like #1 conversation about my other options would be nice don't look a gift horse in the mouth etc #of course i'm wary af i don't trust an authority figure as far as i can throw them but you know. my paper was good i know this for a fact #point is now this paper has to be good or i'll become an electrician. or whatever #and u know what it definitely will be good it's just it won't be quite as good as the last one and i have #work hours and like due dates and i also have to eat food and experience experiences and everything is extremely bright and loud this month! #this is exactly why i am not living up to my 'full' 'potential'. this is exactly why i work the job i do which by the way someone has to #someone has to check out ur groceries and listen to you complain and my only real quarrel with it is the pay and the fact that #i'm just wildly unsuited to it as far as personality goes. like this is just because i can imitate everyone else #i do it in my papers too. i just think of the last peer reviewed paper i read and make my writing also do that #in a way i'm constantly writing fic. when u think about it #if you're wondering whether it has inhibited my 'own' 'voice' the answer is yes! it has.

[knowyourplace-fool]

Bully gojo and shy oc !! Who always torments you and humiliates you. Makes you do all his works and you do out of fear. You don't question him and feels smug . He tells how he hates you( but actually he likes her a lot but he doesn't confess because ypu keep rejecting every guy so he thinks you don't accept him either) and tells you that you are just a burden on this earth but then you get into an accident and don't come to scl for a week. Gojo doesn't know what happened to you and can't find out cuz you don't have frnds either. After a week you come to schl with a bandage to your head and a fracture sling on your arm. He gets worried and clings onto you and tou lash out for the first time telling him that he got what he wanted and he could be happy now. He gets angry and kidnaps you and fucks you🙃

-> omfg YES! gojo is such a bully

-> sorry for any mistakes!

⚠️: NON CON, Kidnapping, Mean!Gojo, physically, mental and emotional abuse, manhandling, bullying, biting, groping, size difference

-> THIS IS REALLY DARK AND FUCKED UP PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !

All you’ve ever done is mind your own business

Sure, you don’t have many friends but that doesn’t really bother you

You enjoy being independent. Your grades are high in the air, your part time job in your school is more than enough for you to live comfortably. (In this universe, inflation doesn’t exist)

You don’t really talk to anyone, not even family. Whole bunch of drama happened, and they were toxic so you ended up leaving them for university.

Everything seemed to be going as planned until a 6’4 menace walked into your life.

Gojo Satoru was your typical frat boy and the star of the university’s basketball team.

Some may even say the Golden Boy of your university. He was smart, athletic, had a good reputation among the professors and just with people in general. Not to mention, he was ridiculously handsome. Man literally had girls fighting over him.

You’ve seen him in the hallways but never actually interacted with him. He was in a few of your classes but luckily, you guys never were put together in a group.

Until today. Your prof is running a lab and gathered the smartest students he knows to do it for him. It’s kind of a two in one for him, the lab gets complete and you guys gain some experience.

Anyways, the group consists of you, Satoru and his friend Suguru and some other nerdy people

Now unlike Gojo, you already sorta knew Geto. He was really friendly and kind towards you so you were kind of excited to be working with him.

A few days into the lab and Gojo has a sudden fixation with you. Well he always had, but this lab is letting him work closely with you and it’s making his obsession worse.

You’re stupid if you think that Gojo Satoru hasn’t kept on eye out for you. Every time you walk by him in the halls, he gets a hard on just by catching a whiff of you. The cute skirts and the pastel closet you have drives him over the fucking edge.

It takes every cell in his body to resist the urge of grabbing ur wrist, pulling u into the janitors closet and fucking you absolutely dumb and stupid.

You look so cute and innocent, like a little bunny. And god, you are just an easy target to corrupt.

So, Gojo plans a party. A party on the following Saturday after your lab is complete because he knows that you’ll be free.

His plan is to get you to come, keep you company, get you a little hammered, then get a feel of your pussy. Simple plan.

It’s now up to Geto to get you to come to this party. And of course, for his best friend, he’s 100% on board with his plan.

All goes well in the lab and in your final days of completing the report, Geto asked the big question.

“Satoru and I are throwing a party tomorrow. If you’re free, we’d love for you to come. You can bring anyone you want.”

You blush. Party? Your first party? Your brain breaks out in celebration because as much as you liked to spend your weekend relaxing, you also have a severe case of fomo. (Fear of missing out)

Your eyes lit up, saying yes on the spot in excitement. The following day, you went back to your dorm and tore your closet apart, looking for a nice dress. You settled for a blue, body con, summer dress. (despite it not being a party dress but who gives af bc it’s summer)

The next night, you got all dolled up for the party. You made arrangements with Geto to pick you up. He made it on time, looking handsome in his all black fit with his hair in a bun.

You were excited… for nothing.

There was a party (a lit one), but you realized a little too late that your social skills were next to non existent. The whole time, you felt out of place. So you stood in the corner, drink in hand and watched others dance and interact with each other.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”

You turn your head only to be faced with a bright blue eyed man, the one and only Gojo Satoru.

“I guess partying is not my thing.”

“Oh come on, come with me.”

He grabbed your hand and headed towards the beer pong table

You and Gojo were a team and surprisingly you two worked perfectly together

The alcohol in your system made you flush, and you found yourself loosening up a bit and having a bit of fun.

Gojo’s plan seemingly was rolling out perfectly. You were a bit drunk, so he took you back to his room to “sober up” (but it was just an excuse to get u alone so he can fuck u but u don’t know that)

Now listen, Gojo got rizz alright. So imagine the look on his face when he went in to kiss you and you slapped him so hard, his face turned the other way.

“I’m not some whore you can use for tonight. I was genuinely having a good time with you, I don’t know why you had to make it sexual.”

You felt like crying. Is this what all guys think about?? Sex?

You get off the bed and head towards the door before you’re pulled back and thrown on the bed

“Satoru, stop! I want to go home.”

And just like how you did with him, he slapped you. Much, much harder.

He didn’t say anything, he just had this look in his eyes that could honestly kill. He took a hold of your wrist with one hand and let his other roam and touch your body.

He pulled your dress up, revealing the lacy, white, underwear you wore. You were a teensy bit wet, not because of him but maybe the alcohol? Or his best friend?

You don’t know, but Gojo thought the wet spot was because of him.

“Tch, saying you don’t wanna hook up but you’re fucking wet f’me.”

He pulled you closer to the head board, reaching out to his night stand and pulling out,,,, cuffs?

“Wait wait wait wait!” You say in a panic. You squirm to get your wrist free but once you feel the metal snake around your wrists and the click afterwards, you were doomed.

Your dress was ripped off by him. Your panty was somewhere on the ground and he easily took off your bra by doing the same thing he did with your dress. You laid nude under him, against your will.

As you can imagine, the night went terribly for you. You weren’t a virgin but it had been a while since you had sex (all the way back in high school) and really it was your first time with someone so experienced.

The next morning, you woke up with him cuddling you from behind while his lanky legs were intertwined with yours

You somehow managed to escape his grip and sneak out of the house before anyone could notice. You did have work, but decided to call in because of… well for obvious reasons.

On Monday, you dreaded to go to school. But with midterms coming around the corner, you couldn’t afford to miss a lecture. You dressed in baggy clothes and took a different route to class to avoid Satoru.

The day was going alright until you had to go to the library to pick out a few books to help you on an assignment.

While you were reaching on your tippy toes, someone behind you grabbed the book which made you quickly turn around. Your eyes meet his bright, blue eyes.

“You’re avoiding me now?”

The anger that overcame you in that moment was indescribable. You wanted to scream at him, hit him, threaten him or somehow bring him down, but you couldn’t.

“Did I fuck you mute? Answer me.”

You took a deep breath in and said, “leave me alone”

“Why? What, you think you’re too good for me? That I don’t have enough worth to fuck you? Is that what it is?”

He grabbed your cheeks with one hand and squished them together, pushing you back against the bookshelf in the process. He was holding you so hard, you couldn’t move.

“Listen to me, you slut. Don’t get our roles mixed here. You’re literally a piece of shit next to me. You hold no value in this world. If you died, no one would even think twice about it because no one gives a flying fuck about you. You think you’re soooo fucking special or something. You think you’re too good for everyone. Well you’re not. You’re just a broke whore, with no friends, no family, no hobby— nothing.”

He roughly let’s go of your face that you nearly fall to the floor. You tried your best but couldn’t help but cry at his words. Gojo swings off his backpack, grabs a note package and hands it to you.

“This assignment is due tomorrow at noon. I haven’t gotten the chance to start it because of basketball. So you’re going to do it for me cause you’re a worthless, bunny that has nothing else to do after school hours. And before you think about handing in something stupid, take a look at this.”

He pulls out his phone and in a matter of 10 seconds, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

A video. Of you. Getting fucked by the Gojo Satoru. It’s evident that you’re crying but it’s easy to cover it up with an “excuse”. Your face held a horrified expression.

“P-please, delete that! Please, I’ll do it but please just- just delete the video please!”

“No, not until that assignment is handed in and I have to get 100% on it. If it isn’t handed in or I don’t receive 100%, this will be leaked to everyone in a matter of minutes. I’ll post this shit everywhere with your full name on it, got it?”

You felt like crying and throwing up at the same time. This felt worse than a nightmare. This felt worse than dying even. “Okay, I’ll try my best but I don’t know if I can get-”

“If you don’t get 100 on this assignment, I’m leaking it. I don’t give a shit. I already showed Suguru— sick bastard got off to it, and I’m sure many more will too if you don’t score 100.”

He picks up his backpack and leaves while you stood in distraught. The following night, after work, you immediately started on his assignment. You saw the assignment date and it was assigned 3 weeks ago. He wants you to do 3 weeks of work in 15 hours.

Somehow, you pulled through the night. Researching the best you can on the internet and trying to make it as best as you possibly could. You were able to send him the file at 11:30am so he could skim through it and hand it in.

You ended up leaving early for the day so you could go home and get some sleep. When you woke up the next morning, your nearly dead phone kept ringing over and over.

You pick it up and see hundreds of notifications on various social media’s and a few iMessages

Your thumb clicked on one of the iMessage notifications and there was Satoru’s name with the following message:

“I told you, only 100%”

Below the message was an image of his mark

A 98%

You swipe off of iMessage and open Instagram and boom

Hundreds of new follower requests, numerous dms and clicking of Gojo Satoru’s story, was the video of him blowing your back.

You checked Snapchat and there it was on his story too. You wanted to die. You wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself alive than live another day in this situation.

Later that day, you had received an email from the dean’s office regarding a “very sensitive and confidential” meeting that would be taking place tomorrow.

You had an idea of what it might be about but hope and prayed to god that it wasn’t what you were thinking.

But to your luck, this meeting was regarding your sex tape and how there is no longer a spot for you on the dean’s list or team.

Your whole world was crumbling apart. You spent your whole life to get to where you are today, only for him to ruin it in a matter of 12 hours.

You left the building slowly, still deeply thinking about what you could’ve done to prevent this. How stupid you are to go to that party and slap the Gojo Satoru.

“Why is this happening to me?”

All of a sudden, everything goes black.

You wake up in a hospital. Your head felt heavy and your arms was twitching. You look around and see… no one. The nurse catches a glimpse of your eyes and quickly walks in to check on you.

She explains that you were in an accident and that they tried to get in contact with an emergency contact but you hadn’t stated anyone. You stayed at the hospital overnight so they can monitor your brain activity and fortunately they were able to discharge you the next morning.

You took the rest of the week off from school and Gojo Satoru was losing his mind. He had spammed called you from various numbers but you weren’t answering your phone at all. He went from his usual mean insults to angry insults to pleading for a response back.

He doesn’t see you until Monday, with a bandage around your head and your arm in a cast which is also in a sling. He nearly runs to you, wanting nothing but to embrace you.

And he does. Holds onto you tightly, inhaling your shampoo until you knee his in the balls.

He immediately drops down and you completely lose your cool. “Don’t fucking touch me! I hate you! You ruined my life! You’re not allowed to touch me after you forced me to have sex with you and shared the video with the entire campus! You got what you wanted Satoru! You stole everything from me! Broke my entire world, burned my hard work down! Made me feel worthless! And now you want to act all concerned?! I hope you rot in hell!”

You ended up going home for the day, otherwise another headache would’ve set in. You took a quick lap before getting up and getting ready for work because those hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves.

You had the closing shift and although working with one hand was quite the challenge, you desperately needed the money.

After closing up, the walk to your apartment is about 10 minutes away. Everything was going fine until a car quickly pulled up next to you, two men sprung out and shoved you into the car before you even had the chance to react.

One of them had his hand over your mouth while the other held your legs together.

You were blindfolded and tied in the car and after a while the car came to a stop and you were carried out.

You were thrown on the floor and when the blindfold was removed, you were met with his eyes again.

You immediately started crying. You were afraid and quite frankly exhausted of everything that’s happened over the last week.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just let me go. I’ll never ever bother you again. I’m sorry.”

You plead and beg but you hear his belt unbuckling. “Please! Please, I beg you Satoru! I’m sorry! I can’t- I can’t do it again please!”

You were left unheard. He threw you on the bed and tied your limbs to the bed. One of your arms was already in extreme pain and the other arm was starting to hurt too because of how tightly he tied you.

Every ounce of hope drained from your body when you felt his cock push into you. He pushed your head into the mattress and fucked you hard, like there was no tomorrow. Your tears soaked the mattress. Sweat, tears and snot covering your puffing face.

Satoru went on for hours. Abs glistening in sweat, his arm veins popping out because of how hard he was holding you. Not to mention his cock was coated with loads of cum.

You were passed out by the time he finished with you. Your body shaking on its on, cum dripping out your cunt and marks/bruises left all over your soft skin.

Hopefully his bunny learned her lesson.

#tw: dark fic #tw: noncon #gojou satoru x you #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #bully!gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut

[teenidlegirl]

꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓐 𝓟𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝓞𝐅 𝓐𝐑𝐓 .ᐟ

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ bio prof!miguel 𝓍 art prof!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚  ˖  ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  the university hired a new art professor. she is the talk of the town, capturing everyone’s attention, especially the handsome biology professor.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖  ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  college!au, coworkers to lovers, pure fluff, sorta slow-burn, some swearing, miguel is smitten af

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ there aren’t many professor!miguel x professor!reader fics out there so i decided to write one. ♡

after a long yet dreadful lecture, his morning class was his least favorite and includes some of his least favorite students, it was finally break time. stirring his freshly made coffee with a spoon, miguel takes a sip. a low hum of approval escapes him, pleased with the taste of the sugar and cream within the coffee. he remains standing by the counter, avoiding the other professors in the lounge. it’s not that he doesn’t necessarily likes his colleagues, well there were a few that were a pain in the ass, he’s just not a big social guy. in full honesty, he is only friends with two colleagues. other than that, no one else.

he lives on his own, making bank as a biology professor and occasionally boxes. hardly goes out because that isn’t his thing and sees no point of doing so. plus the amount of lab reports and projects he grades always keeps him occupied. boxing at the local boxing place that’s a few blocks away from his apartment building is the only time he has for himself. just a simple man living his life.

although, his love life says a different story. miguel can’t even recall the last time he engaged with a woman. maybe months? or possibly a year? in conclusion, it’s been a hot minute. it’s not that he’s desperate. his job has been kicking his ass, always keeping him busy that he doesn’t have time to date.

while thinking about the upcoming project he has planned, a slightly aggressive pat on the shoulder snaps him out of his thinking.

“so, how was the morning class?” peter, a physics professor and one of the two friends/colleagues, asked with a sly smirk on his face.

miguel lets out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes. “you know the answer to that, parker.” he takes another sip of his coffee.

“aw come on. is it really that bad? or maybe you’re just a shitty professor and are the reason why you have least favorite students.” peter jokes.

the tall brooding man shoots him a glare, earning a chuckle from his colleague.

peter raise his hands in the air as a sign of defense. “relax, miguel. try living up for once.” he lets out another chuckle at the end.

before he could answer back, the sounds of gasps and excitement comes from the entrance of the lounge room. miguel turn his head in that direction to find several colleagues huddled around something. his brows furrowed in confusion when he can’t see whatever is attracting attention. just as one person moves to the side, the center of attention is revealed.

a woman dressed in a cozy outfit with little white heels, hair flowing down freely. you greet the staff members with a gentle smile, appreciating their kind greetings and welcomes. of course as your first day, you’re a bit nervous but the kindness and empathy from others calms you a little. maybe it’ll be okay.

the way miguel’s eyes dilated drastically at the sight of you. his lips partially opened in pure astonishment. wow he discovered the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. can beauty even describe you the best? the way your lips curl up into a smile just warms his heart, or practically his entire soul. he doesn’t even know you yet he’s completely mesmerized.

“oh yeah, that’s the new art professor. [y/n] [l/n]. heard she’s very nice.” peter said before taking a sip of his coffee, making miguel snap out of trance.

what a beautiful name, truly compliments with your angelic face. and an art professor? it suits you, based off on your appearance. miguel is utterly captivated, enthralled by you. wow — he has never felt like this about a woman before and that surprises him. sure, he had his share in the past but this was different. you are like the rare, hidden flower in the garden that hasn’t been picked yet but too fragile to be picked at all. you are the sun that shines vibrantly after a thunderstorm, providing such warmth and light.

you are a piece of art.

suddenly, the immense desire to reach out to you consumes miguel entirely. he yearns to speak with you, to know about you. although, considering it’s been a long time since he had done that sorta thing, he feels a bit anxious to do so.

nevertheless, you captured his attention.

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that opportunity came quick when he caught you in the teacher’s lounge again one day. surprisingly, you both take your lunch break at the same time. while engaging in a conversation with his other friend and fellow colleague jessica, a political science professor, his eyes lit up slighty as you entered the room. whatever jessica was babbling about was completely blocked out in his ears, his eyes solely fixated on you. miguel’s brows furrowed a little as he watched you pick an empty table near the back corner. deep in his heart, he wanted you to sit with him so you wouldn’t be alone. his expression didn’t go unnoticed by jessica, causing her to raise a brow at him. turning around to see what got his attention, the invisible light bulb on top of her head turned on.

“you should ask if she wants to join us.” she suggests, turning back and continues eating her pasta without making eye contact with him.

his eyes snap back at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. “what?”

the woman rolled her eyes in annoyance. she isn’t blind, she knew of miguel’s little crush on you ever since she caught him staring at you one day in the hallways. “just go over and ask, you dumbo.”

miguel shoots her a deadpanned look. yeah, if only it were so easy, he thought. why is he so hesitant, anxious to ask a person a simple question? however, you weren’t just a regular person to him, were you?

before he could answer back, his eyes turns to you as you walked past his table and head over to the counter. miguel slightly turns to the observer you. he definitely didn’t expect you to walk past him, which surprised him wholeheartedly. what he didn’t see though is the smirk on jessica’s face.

using the microwave, you placed the small container of teriyaki chicken and white rice inside. after warming it up for a minute, you take it out and stir it with a fork to balance out the temperature so one side isn’t hotter than the other.

just as you’re walking back to your table, jessica kicks miguel’s leg under the table as a sign for him to ask you the damn question. he quickly shoots her a glare, which she returns one as well. knowing how stubborn he is, jessica decides to do it for him.

“hey, you’re [y/n], right? the new art professor?” she asked with a gentle smile.

you stop in your tracks, right in front of their table. “oh yes!” you chirped, returning the smile.

what a heavenly voice, miguel thought. it smooths his ears gracefully. it would definitely ease his workaholic mind in an instant.

“nice to meet you, [y/n]. i’m jessica but you can call me jess. this is miguel.” she gestured at the broad man sitting across from her.

you turn and flash him a kind smile.

his heart fluttered and cheeks flushed at the sight of your gorgeous smile. he is such a bashful mess. you’re even more beautiful up close.

“you would like to sit with us? we know you’re new here and thought you could use some friends.” jessica elaborated, really emphasizing on the ‘we’ which earned her a glare from miguel.

your eyes lit up at the suggestion, smiling. “oh sure! how nice of you guys! lemme just go grab my stuff real quick.” you said before walking away, heading back to the table to gather your belongings.

jessica turns to face miguel. “you’re welcome.” she said flatly before taking a bite of her pasta.

miguel rolled his eyes in annoyance, upset that jessica did the simple task he was supposed to do and yet — he couldn’t. damn his anxiety. although, he is pleased that you agreed sit with them. maybe now he’ll get the chance to get to know you. he should probably thank jessica afterwords.

you return with your tote bag and sat down in the free seat between miguel and jessica. his eyes followed your every movement, secretly admiring you. he can’t help the feeling of his heart beating faster now that you’re right there, in front of him in all of your glory. as you babbled about yourself, miguel was attentive to every word, learning all the things about you. he could listen to you all the time, your angelic voice soothes him. his heart warmed at the sight whenever you smiled while talking about your hobbies and things you’re passionate about.

he admired the beautiful artwork in front of him.

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things got more intriguing when you stumbled upon his classroom one day. he was in the middle of grading lab reports when he heard heels clicking and a knock of the door. turning his head in that direction, miguel found you standing in the doorway with a smile that graced your gorgeous lips.

“hey, sorry for bothering you.” you said sweetly.

“you’re never a bother.” he replied quickly, offering a small smile in return. miguel truly meant that; you were never a bother. he’d stop whatever he’s doing and put all of his attention on you.

“i accidentally brought too much pasta and i don’t wanna waste it. plus, i assume you haven’t eaten since you weren’t at the lounge today. do you want the rest?” you asked with a soft smile, holding up the small plastic container in your hand.

god miguel fell even harder for you than he already did in the beginning. what a kindhearted and caring soul. he didn’t even realized that he hasn’t eaten or brought anything yet you remembered and were kind enough to offer your leftover pasta.

“that’s kind of you. are you sure?” miguel asked.

you softly smiled at him. “of course. can’t leave with an empty stomach, need the energy.” you walk over to his desk and hand over the container of pasta.

his heart fluttered when you approached, faint stains of pink on his cheeks. his eyes land on the container, gingerly taking it from your grasp. his fingers lightly brushed against yours, feeling your soft skin which made his heart jump in anticipation.

“thank you.” he mirrors your smile, reflecting the kindness you offered to him.

you simply smile with a nod before walking out of his classroom, leaving him smitten to the core.

that was beginning of your bond.

the next encounter was during your lunch break, which both of your breaks happen to be at the same time, miguel caught you sitting by yourself in the lounge peacefully eating while writing something in a planner of sorts. he build the courage and took the chance to approach you. his heart fluttered the moment your eyes perked up when you saw him, that beautiful smile on your glossy lips. you immediately said yes for him to sit with you which made miguel happy.

“writing down something important?” he asks softly, pointing at your planner.

you nod happily with a hum. “just writing down things i need to do for the week. i really like planners, they’re such a great tool. plus, i’m a very organized person so i like to write out schedules and stuff.”

wow just by how you explained in such a simple gentle way yet hints of passion in your tone is so captivating to him. miguel admires that trait of yours, organization is an important skill for maintaining your lifestyle. he values that skill as well but probably not as well and neat like you. he continues to be enthralled by you.

“i’m organized also. well, i try to be but all the grading and assignments have been—“

“time consuming.” you finish his sentence with that iconic soft smile that always warms his heart.

miguel stares at you astonishingly for a moment but ultimately smiles back. you truly understand the difficulties of balancing work and personal affairs as a professor yourself. honestly, any worker would understand. jobs are undoubtedly time consuming but never forget to focus on your personal life.

you two share a moment of pleasant silence, a mutual understanding while smiling at each other.

“so what inspired you to purse a passion for art?” miguel was very curious to know how you developed such a passion with art. even though science is his main route, he likes learning about other subjects especially those he isn’t fully familiar with. art is one of them and miguel would love to know from you.

he didn’t miss the way your smile grew bigger at the question. “since i was a child, i drew a lot. my parents told me i had a gift, how creative i was in my drawings even at a young age. in school, whenever i was bored or done with an assignment, i would doodle in my notes and people would compliment on my drawings. as i grew, my skills improved then i realized that what i wanted to do in my life.”

miguel was attentive to every word and was still amazed by you. he could imagine the amount of pages with your little drawings inside. they would be in the corners if they were small, on the center if they were big. he noticed you wear floral print commonly so miguel assumed most drawings were flowers.

you are a flower; a very elegant one.

“wow that’s amazing, truly inspiring and admirable. i don’t doubt your talent, your work must be incredible.” miguel said sincerely with a smile.

a bashful smile creeps onto your lips, very faint hints of blush on your cheeks. “you’re too kind, thank you. i want to reflect my passion onto my students, inspiring them to develop a passion of their own. to show how admirable yet alluring art can be.“

how passionate you are with your work captivates him in so many ways. how brightly you smile, the softness in your tone, your gorgeous eyes lighting up with each phrase. he adores it so much.

it’s like miguel is looking at a piece of art right in front of him.

a piece of artwork he deeply admires.

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one day, you took miguel to an art museum since he revealed he has never visited one before. he was captivated by every piece. a smile formed on your face when you watched him stare in awe at an oil painting of still-life flowers. those brown irises tracing each detail of the beautiful painting. the texture, emphasis, contrast, and value. the vibrant colors and how beautifully blended they are. you explained to miguel the principles of art and elements of design, providing a little art lesson. you could tell he was truly fascinated by it all.

you head over to the sculpture section to look at iconic greek, egyptian and roman sculptures. you glance at a greek sculpture, admiring its beauty. you elaborate on the significance of nudity in ancient greek art, the male form as the true peak human form. miguel was truly astonished by that information but mainly with your knowledge.

“you would be a perfect greek sculpture.” you whispered, leaning a bit towards him.

he looks at you with a little smirk, amused by your comment. “really?”

you nod with a smile, titling your head a bit. “greek sculptors would’ve adored, admired your form. they would probably say you are the perfect form.”

that smirk turned into a smile, mirroring yours. “would probably take ages to sculpt me.” a low chuckle escaped his plump lips, making you chuckle as well which warmed his heart.

“maybe but it would be worth it.” you softly smile.

after your little art adventure, it was miguel’s turn to share his passion. he brought you to his classroom to demonstrate a lab his students recently did. you sat and observed his work, admiring how passionate and concentrating he is. it was clear miguel wanted to impress you, and in fact he did which he was proud of. biology is an incredible topic, how extraordinary living organisms truly are.

“it’s so extraordinary.” you commented while looking at cells through a microscope.

“it is, huh?” miguel quirks an eyebrow with arms folded over his chest, a smile gracing his lips as he watches you from the side.

you nod as you look up from the microscope, mirroring his smile. “yes, biology or science in general is just extraordinarily fascinating.”

he can’t help but smile more at your comment, how sweetly you talk about his passion as if it’s yours as well. miguel was seriously head over heels for you.

“so is art.” he said softly, smiling.

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onwards, you two would hangout together in the teachers lounge or in each other’s classrooms during whenever you two weren’t teaching. you got to know one another. each others hobbies, families, friends, movies and shows you enjoy. surprisingly, you have a few things in common, especially in movies. both of you are suckers for sci-fi and thriller films. when you mentioned your favorite movie was terminator, oh miguel started babbling like crazy and conversing with you how fantastic of a movie it is. you two were really engaged in that conversation. miguel was more fond of you than ever, pleased to know you two share common interests. you could say the same as well. you enjoyed spending time with him, discussing topics you both enjoyed. you grew fond of him too.

as time went, you two continued hangout even outside of working hours. you’d spend time at cafés, restaurants, or at each other’s homes. it was a beautiful bond, such a deep connection you two possessed. you continued learning new things about each other during these cute outings. miguel never felt so alive and human. it was refreshing to be not cooped up in his apartment, grading assignments during unholy hours. free from torment, a prison. hanging out with you, he felt happy and comfortable. talking to someone who radiates kindness, who views him not as a coworker but as a person. miguel never felt so vulnerable valued by anyone. that made him realize he was falling in love with you.

after much time of those special bonding days, your true feelings were finally revealed. during one night in miguel’s apartment while watching a movie and sipping coffee, he confessed his feelings. when he did, he was anxious for your reaction. negative thoughts plagued his mind. what if you didn’t feel the same? what if you only view him as a friend and nothing more? luckily, those thoughts were proven wrong when you confessed the same feelings too. miguel had never felt so happy in his life.

that was the moment you shared your first kiss.

and from that moment onwards, you and miguel spent the rest of your lives together in pure happiness and everlasting love.

two souls together in a beautiful painting.

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[yuyusuyu]

the law of attraction!

pairing. non idol! uni student! choi san x non idol! fem! uni student! reader

synopsis. is it a blessing or curse in disguise that you and your best friend are in the same psych 340 class? you're not quite sure and you don't want to know either because you get to spend time with your favorite in this entire world - until it starts becoming too hard to control the feelings you have for him. choi san is everything and more to you and you desperately need to be away from him before you accidentally end up kissing him one of these days. except, your prof seems to have different plans when he assigns you and san to be partners for a project... on the law of attraction.

warnings. a little kiss, cursing, a little jealousy, a dt (someone save wooyo!), food/eating

genres. fluff, comedy, romance, friends to lovers, mutual pining

ft. non idol! yeosang, non idol! wooyoung

wc. 3.2k

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

TRUTH be told, if someone were to tell you that your professor would assign your best friend as your partner to do a research paper on the law of attraction, you’d laugh in their face. why would you do that? it’s simple really: you’d been trying for years (three to be exact) to get choi san to look at you in a romantic way, but nothing ever happened. so why now? why did the universe suddenly do this to you after you swore you’d try moving on from that man? what’s worse is that you have to work on this paper for half of the semester, and you think you’d rather go insane than to work on the paper with choi san.

but that’s how you find yourself sitting across from san at the table in your apartment, laptops open as you both type away what research you find, piping up once in a while to talk about what you’ve found. your mouth runs dry each time you look up to peer at san, taking notice of how his glasses would sometimes fall down the bridge of his nose only for him to push them back, taking notice of how he’d run his hand through his newly-dyed red hair, taking notice of how he’d furrowed his eyebrows when reading something on the screen. eventually, san stretches in his seat, eyes flickering over to you and finding you already staring at him.

he blinks at you, tilting his head. “is there something on my face?”

you shake your head, looking back at the screen in front of you. “no, i was just thinking,” you mumble, already typing away. “you know i have a bad habit of staring at anything when i’m thinking.”

san chuckles softly. “you’re right,” he says, sighing. “have you found anything new?”

snorting, you look up at him. “besides the usual? like attracts like? positive thinking only?” you close your eyes. “i think i’ve hit a dead end over here, what about you?” you open an eye to look at him.

the male also shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “i’ve basically found the same. how about we start sorting out what we want to include?”

“sounds like a plan,” you groan, stretching your fingers out. “but can we take a break first? i think my ass is numb.”

san laughs. it’s a hearty sound, something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside knowing that you’re the reason behind the dimpled grin on his lips. eventually, he calms down and nods, standing up and disappearing into your kitchen. “do you want something to eat?”

“are you asking that as you raid my fridge?” you stare in amusement as san pops his head out from the kitchen, sticking his tongue out at you before retreating back inside.

“yes,” he calls out, followed by the sound of him rummaging through whatever you have. “but i’m also asking in case you’re hungry and want something to eat.”

you think for a moment before replying. “i guess,” you drawl out. “or do you want to order take out?”

“take out!” san says, emerging out from the kitchen. “dude, you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen.”

grimacing, you take out your phone. “i guess that means i have to go grocery shopping on wednesday,” you glance up from your phone, looking at san through your eyelashes. “what do you want to order?”

“a pizza is fine,” he replies. “or fried chicken? i don’t know, you pick.”

“but sannie,” you whine. “you know i can’t choose!”

“okay, okay,” he says, holding out his hand. “i’ll choose, and we’ll split the bill.”

“thank you,” you sing, kissing his cheek and skipping over to the couch where you fall face-first into the cushions.

san laughs before you feel that he’s standing on the other end of the couch, lifting your legs up so he could sit and letting them drop on his lap. “here,” he says, tapping your back with your phone. “i ordered from that pizza place down the street. it should be here in half an hour because they got a lot of orders today.”

“damn,” you say, your voice muffled. “i guess that means we’re going to have an hour-long break.”

“um, no,” san says, chuckling. “we’re going to have a thirty minute break, talk about the project, eat and talk about the project, and then work on the project.”

“project this, project that!” you shuffle around so you can look at san, your cheek pressed against the couch as you reach out to grab your phone. “how about we work on it tomorrow? it’s getting pretty late, you know.”

humming, the male pats your legs, taking out his phone to scroll through whatever he opened. “nice try, yn. but we are going to finish what we started.”

“yessir,” you mumbled, turning to face away from him and going on your phone. it’s then that you see that you have an unread message from someone. tapping on the icon, you see that yeosang, a childhood friend of yours that san has yet to meet, sent you something. yeosang’s humor was a little different from yours, but you found everything funny, so you start laughing at what he sent, shooting up to sit straighter. “you’re stupid,” you laugh, recording what you had just said before typing something else.

san leans over, peering down at your phone. “yeo?” he says, his eyebrows furrowed. “who’s that?”

“yeosang,” you say, your laughter subsiding into giggles, continuing to type as yeosang immediately replies to your message. “you know, my childhood friend.”

“ah,” he hums, nodding. “the one who goes to the uni on the other side of town?”

you nod. “that’s the one! i think he’ll be dropping by to visit. said he’s free this whole week because he finished all of his assignments last week. oh my gosh,” you gasp, turning around and smiling at him. “you two can finally meet each other!”

san laughs softly. “right,” he says. “finally meeting the guy you grew up with.”

“yup! yeo is kind of awkward, by the way,” you say, going back to texting said person. “but he’s a great guy once he gets comfortable with you.”

“is that so…” san mumbles, glancing at you before turning his attention back on his phone. “well, i can’t wait ‘till then.”

it’s then that the doorbell rings. you stand up, heading over towards the door. san jumps up when you squeal, only coming face-to-face with you hugging some guy like your life depended on it.

“yeo, i thought you weren’t stopping by until thursday?”

san feels his stomach drop to the ground as he realizes that the guy you were just hugging, the guy who looks way too handsome for his own good, the guy who is making you smile so much that you seem to be glowing, is none other than this kang yeosang guy he’s been hearing so much about since he meet you in your first year of college together. it’s funny that it’s taken so long for him to meet yeosang, having befriended you instantly after meeting each other at orientation three years ago. he kind of wishes this moment never happened because damn is he feeling so insecure right now.

“yeo, yeo!” you grab his hand, a bounce in your steps as you lead him inside your apartment, yeosang clutching onto the pizza box as he lets you lead him inside your humble abode. you stop when you’re standing in front of san, still grinning. “this is san, the guy i talk to you about. san, this is yeosang, also the guy i talk to you about.”

yeosang places the pizza box you two had ordered on the table next to him, turning around and awkwardly sticking his hand out. “nice to meet you,” he says.

san looks down at his hand, staring at it before slowly reaching out to shake it. he accidentally ends up using a little too much strength because when he looks up to face yeosang, he finds that yeosang is taken aback. he’s confused for a second before yeosang’s grip becomes stronger, taking san aback this time because wow is yeosang strong.

“oh, uh,” yeosang is the first to pull his hand away, sending san a weirded out look of sorts before gesturing towards the pizza box that sits on your table with a nod of his head. “i got this from the delivery guy before ringing the doorbell.”

“thank you, yeo.”

when san glances at you, he’s surprised to see you and yeosang already standing next to each other, looming over the pizza box as you open it. you glance back at san as yeosang holds out a slice for himself and you, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. as he grabs a slice, you whisper something into yeosang’s ear, the male nodding and going over to sit in a chair while you grasp san’s arm, gently pulling him away and into the corridor that leads to your room and the guest bedroom on the opposite end.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, effectively snapping san out of his thoughts.

he clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose and then rubbing the back of his neck. “nothing,” he says. “why?”

you narrow your eyes at him, shifting your weight onto your right leg. “because you’re acting weird,” you huff. “listen, if you feel uncomfortable with yeo, tell me, san. i want both of my favorite people in this world to get along with each other.”

favorite people. he, choi san, is one of your favorite people. he hopes it’s just him and mr kang yeosang that’s sitting at your dining table eating away at the pizza he paid for the both of you… regardless of the elephant in the room (in his mind, that being yeosang), san still feels giddy because you just said he is one of your favorite people in this world.

so he nods, following you back into the living room only to deflate when you and yeosang are basically in your own little world.

this, he realizes, was going to be a long night and you two probably won’t be able to finish the goal at hand: the research paper on the law of attraction.

“i’m telling you man,” san huffs into the phone, glancing out of the corridor to see you and yeosang chatting away. “yeosang and yn are attached to the hip… and quite literally!”

he hears wooyoung cackle through other line, wincing at the sound and lifting his phone away from his ear. “dude,” he says. “i told you time and time and time again that you should just make a move on her already!”

san barely gets to reply while he’s busy glaring holes at the back of yeosang’s head, almost choking on air at wooyoung’s next words.

“yn is so in love with you!”

coughing, san glances back to see you turn your head in his direction, worry written all over your features. he quickly hides behind the wall, his back pressed against it as you call out his name.

“i’m fine!” he says. “wooyoung just told me a really funny joke.”

you ah. “okay! tell wooyoung i said hi, by the way!”

“will do!” san waits a couple seconds before angrily whispering into his phone, “jung wooyoung, i am going to kill you next time i see you, you hear me? you’re a dead man.”

“uh-huh,” wooyoung dryly replies. “you’re probably going to die from jealousy before you can even lay a finger on me to be honest. which is why you should probably just confess already!”

san groans, running a hand down his face. “wooyoung, for the millionth time already,” he says. “she does not like me. if anything, she’s probably in love with kang yeosang.”

wooyoung hums. “yeah, keep lying to yourself. listen man,” he pauses for a few seconds, and san can hear some shuffling going on from wooyoung’s end. “i know what i’m saying. that girl is so in love you.”

“woo—”

“shut up and let me finish,” wooyoung snaps. “yn looks at you like you hung the entire galaxy for her, she is that in love with you. yeosang’s probably just like a brother to her, so just man up already and confess to her! i’m getting tired of you two pining over each other, it’s sickening. now,” he clears his throat, “i have to go because i have a date.”

“you have a date?” san asks. “with who—”

“bye, sannie~”

while san was busy talking with wooyoung, you were busy trying to deflect the obvious elephant in the room that yeosang kept bringing up.

“yn,” yeosang sighs. “you need to confess already.”

“wow,” you gasp. “will you look at that?”

yeosang furrows his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “it looks like i don’t give a fuck!”

he groans at your response. “listen here, missy,” he says, huffing in annoyance. “i’m getting annoyed with his constant glaring and i’m getting annoyed at you, too.”

“what?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “how the heck am i annoying you?”

“you’re literally always complaining to me about trying to move on from him when you keep doing the opposite! either do something or i will.”

you scoff, narrowing your eyes. “you wouldn't dare.”

“oh,” yeosang throws his head back, laughing before he rolls his head to the side, looking at you dead in the eye. “i would.”

his phone rings, making him take his phone out. he unlocks it, reading whatever he was seeing before standing up just as san walks back into the living room.

“i have to go,” yeosang says. you stand up and follow him to the door. “my girlfriend said her mom wants to take us out for lunch,” he pauses, grimacing. “she's probably going to make us wear what her mom gave us a while back…”

you snort, leaning against the doorway as yeosang slips his shoes on, san standing behind you and resting his chin on your head, almost as if it was second nature to do so. yeosang quirks an eyebrow in amusement while you start speaking. “the ones you showed me a while back?” you ask. “you know, the ones that said she's with—”

“stop,” yeosang says, sighing as he holds up his hand. “don't remind me.”

yeosang opens the door, and you push yourself off the wall and head to hug him. “do something about your crush, okay?” yeosang whispers, pulling away and waving at san.

you hum. “i'll think about it. tell her i said hi, by the way.”

“will do.”

with that, yeosang leaves and you and san stay at the doorway before you shut the door.

“i, uh, didn't know he had a girlfriend,” says san all of a sudden. you look up at him as you walk past him and back to the dining table where you grab your laptop off the surface and head to your couch.

“yeosang and his girlfriend have been dating since we started college,” you hum, plopping down and opening your laptop. “she's amazing. they compliment each other well.”

“is that so?” san follows you, taking his laptop off the dining table and sitting down next to you.

“yeah,” you say. “should we… start working on the project?”

san nods, quietly opening his laptop. he doesn't know why, but he feels like his shoulders feel lighter and he can actually breathe now that he yeosang left and now that he knows yeosang has a girlfriend.

somehow, the sun has already disappeared and has been replaced by a sliver of the moon, both you and san also (somehow) find yourselves sitting on the ground. san has his legs splayed underneath the coffee table while you have your legs up to your knee, laptop propped on top of them.

“i say we approach this differently,” you say. “everyone's going to be applying the law on friends and whatnot, but we should apply it to each other.”

san raises his eyebrows, his fingers stopping their little dance across his keyboard as he looks at you. “apply it to each other?”

you nod. “yeah! think about it,” placing your laptop on the coffee table, you twist around to face and san does the same, knees bumping into each other. “since everybody basically has the same information and will have the same approach to the application, we should try approaching it differently so we can get a better grade than the rest.”

“and how do you want to go about it?” san yawns, groaning softly as he stretches his arms.

“that is an excellent question.” you grin, leaning forwards slightly. san quietly gasps, eyes widening. he hopes you didn't hear, and it seems like you didn't because you carry on with your thought. “honestly, since it's just basically manifestation, positive vibes only, like attracts like stuff,” you pause, huffing, “i guess we should take the easy approach with like attracts like, unfortunately.”

“how about we do that and the manifestation part?” he hums.

“that's not a bad idea,” you say. “we can honestly then weave in the positive vibes only rule since technically the manifestation and like attracts like are… the same.”

your eyebrows furrow as you think about the realization you just had, making san giggle. the noise grabs your attention, and san feels short of breath as you stare at him with stars in your eyes. as if in a trance, you both start leaning forwards until you're almost touching noses.

“like attracts like,” you whisper, almost as if you're afraid that if you speak any louder, whatever is going on right now would get ruined.

san nods, humming, not trusting his voice at the moment. his eyes flicker down to your lips before flickering back to your eyes, staring at you in surprise at your next words.

“i like you san.”

“you,” he breathes out, licking his lips nervously. “you like me?”

you slowly nod, watching his every movement. “i do… the question now here is: do you like me back?”

san grins, dimples appearing as he leans forwards, resting his forehead against yours as his breath fans your lips. “i like you,” he says. “i've liked you since our first year.”

you gasp, pulling back immediately and slapping his shoulder. “you… you're an idiot, choi san!”

he whines, rubbing the spot on his arm that you had slapped. “what did i do?”

“are you blind?” you huff with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest. “i've been trying to get you to like me since then!”

“what?” san looks at you, genuinely surprised. “are you sure? because i swear i was the one that was trying to get you to like me.”

as you stare at each other, you both burst out into laughter.

“wow,” you say in between your giggles. “maybe like really does attract like.” implying that both of you are dumb.

san finds himself smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt as he cups your cheeks, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek gently. “yeah,” he breathes out, his gaze flickering over your face until it falls on your lips. “maybe you're right.”

“you know i'm usually right,” you quietly reply, looking up at san through your eyelashes before closing your eyes just as san presses his lips against yours.

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[alovesongtheywrote]

i miss reid :(

♥ Summary: Me too lmao- hey, speaking of which! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, you and Spencer are separated. Neither of you take it well. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: i can't remember any, if you find something, lmk

♥ Word Count: 1864

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Spencer didn’t come back.  Once the Federal Bureau of Investigations had him in their grasp, they really didn’t want to let him go- and you were pretty sure he didn’t want to leave.  That thought left a gaping black hole somewhere inside you; an all consuming celestial body that devoured your organs day in and day out.   

You weren’t sure why that was.  

Reid only returned to the university once after Gideon died.  He didn’t stay long.  He just stopped by to administer final exams, officially announce his leave of absence, and take The Narrative of John Smith back home.  He made this return on a Monday.  A Monday after the murder of his mentor was solved.

He didn’t see you.  You didn’t see him.  After that, you decided you would try to push aside your sudden kinship with Prometheus and carry on with life as if he had never existed.  

You failed.

And you failed for a few reasons. 

For one thing, the ghost hadn’t left.  If anything, they had only gotten stronger.  Somehow, you didn’t find this as exciting as it was before.  On the bright side, the ghost was trying to teach you chess.  That was cool.

(Spencer kept a chess board in his office.  He didn’t take it with him.  The morning after he left, the pieces started to move on their own.  You had to do a bit of googling, but eventually, you could move them back.  Thus began the saga of your chess match with a ghost.)

Another thing was just how dull your life became without Spencer around.  There were no mugs to steal, and no classes to send a typewriter to.  There was no one to talk to you for hours about Doctor Who and why you should watch it and which companions you would like the most.  There was no one to challenge you- no one to crawl under your skin, irritate the living hell out of you, and then show you kindness.  

You were moving through an incomplete world.  There was some vital piece missing.  Reid’s absence left gaps behind.  You didn’t even bother trying to fill them.  

Then there was the guilt.  You had always been a bit of a bitch to Spencer.  Sometimes he deserved it.  Sometimes he didn’t.  It was completely reasonable to assume that he had left because of you.  Now, you were alone.  Your office only housed one professor.  And it was all your fault.

The people around you noticed that something was wrong.  Your students could see a hollowness behind your eyes when you gave your (still excellent) lectures.  They whispered in the halls, not even bothering to speculate, but stating with certainty that Dr. Reid’s absence had caused some sort of change in you.

“They were so married- what the hell happened?”

“Fuck, this must be their divorce era.”

“The make-up sex is gonna be insane.”

Your coworkers noticed that you hadn’t moved out of Spencer’s office, and you didn’t seem to plan on doing so.  You didn’t.  You had pack bonded with the ghost.  Besides, you had already replaced each and every book in the office with some smutty romance novel, and you didn’t feel like changing the books back for the next inhabitant.  They could have your old office.  You would keep this one- the one that you and Spencer shared with a spirit.  The one that still felt kind of like a home.

Your community at the community center picked up on the silent sadness that clung to your body like the world’s most fucked up cling wrap.  

They noticed.  They all noticed.   But if/when they confronted you about it, you told them that everything was fine.  You acted like everything was fine.

And then somebody got shot.

-

The second Spencer left the university, he immediately wanted to go back.  He wanted to grieve in peace (with you beside him and without worrying about Gideon’s killer hurting someone else)  but to do that, he would have to help his team put said killer behind bars.

And he did.  The BAU found the man who killed Gideon.  The BAU killed the man who killed Gideon.  Donnie Mallick would never harm another person ever again.  Spencer should’ve been free, but like always, the cases kept coming. 

For every killer the BAU took down, at least three others appeared on their radar, and that was on a good day.  On a bad one, Callahan’s niece got kidnapped, or a witness would vanish mid-case, or a black market for serial killers was uncovered, or an entire underworld of hitmen twirled into the spotlight.   

The BAU was having a lot of bad days.  And they were short on agents.  And Spencer wanted to leave.  He wanted to go and grieve, in peace, with you, without worrying about serial killers. 

But Spencer didn’t get back to the university for a very long time. 

On some level, most of the team knew that something was up.  It was hard not to realize something was up.  Spencer spent a lot of time staring into the middle distance or forlornly glaring at his mugs.  He was a little on edge, and the purple marks beneath his eyes were somehow darker than usual.

No one really questioned it.  If anything, the team was sympathetic.  Spencer had finally left the trauma and tragedy of the BAU behind him only to be dragged back in by another trauma/tragedy hybrid.  He’d found some light in the dark, dark world just to be pulled away from it and forced to wander through the black.

It sucked.  It sucked hard, and everyone knew it, and the team knew there were other places their Boy Wonder wanted to be.  (A few of them guessed there was someone in particular that their Boy Wonder wanted to be with.)

And it wasn’t that Spencer didn’t want to help.  Solving crimes and saving people still gave him a sense of fulfillment at the end of the day.  He was happy to be back at the BAU, and happy to be keeping the public safe, but there were a few things that he couldn’t get off his mind.  

He felt like some part of him was missing- some integral, mug-stealing parasite part of him that he could barely function without.  Some part of him that challenged him on a casual level.  Some part of him that looked out for all the other parts of him.

Spencer was not good at hiding this.

Spencer was especially not good at hiding this around the BAU.

I really wish that I could tell you that the whole team was helpful and supportive about this- but it’s the BAU, man.  Hotch and Rossi did what they could, helping in small ways, but when you’re chasing down serial killers, emotional turmoil kind of takes a back seat.  

(Or a window seat on a fuel guzzling private jet.  Yeah, the use of the jet was one of the things on Spencer’s mind.  What of it?)  

Morgan and Garcia were, by technical definition, “helpful and supportive.”  By practical definition, however, they were complete and utter nuisances.  Spencer couldn’t walk two feet without one of them (probably Morgan) hitting him with a: “Ohhhh, Pretty Boy misses Professor (L/N).” 

Or a, “Cheer up, kid, you’ll see that professor of yours again, soon.” 

Or a, “Can we say that Boy Wonder is hot for teacher?  Is that a thing?  Are we saying that thing?”  

(That last one was more Garcia than Morgan.)

JJ was, again, busy having an actual child.  If she hadn’t been, she probably would’ve given a, “That’s rough, buddy.”  She would’ve been right, honestly.  Callahan peaced out of the BAU, so she didn’t have an opinion, but Spencer had one about her, and it’s that he was kind of jealous.  She got to go home and be happy with the people she loved and Spencer just got more trauma.  Delightful.

Tara Lewis had no clue what the fuck was going on with Spencer, though it didn’t take her too long to figure out his particular brand of mysteries.  Between the knowledge that Spencer had spent an extended stint of time professing at a university, the various jabs that Derek and Penelope sent his way, and the amount of time Spencer spent staring sadly out of windows, it wasn’t exactly difficult to deduce what was on his mind.  It came especially easy to someone like Tara Lewis, a woman in possession of many brain cells.  

The various other agents and officers surrounding the BAU, however, were fucking confused as shit.  With a few exceptions, they remained clueless.  They would see that sad wet cat of a man drift through offices and bullpens, and the only thing they could usually think to say was, “Oh my god, who hurt that sad wet cat man?” 

One agent- a blonde woman who had been at Quantico for a while- had a lot of questions.  Decent questions.  Questions that didn’t infer that Spencer was the saddest wettest cat in the whole FBI (which he was, let’s be honest.)  And while it was kind of weird for her to have so many queries about Dr. Spencer Reid, the team kind of assumed she was the mouthpiece for all the non-BAU agents around them.

“Is Dr. Reid okay?” the agent would ask, “Will Dr. Reid be contributing to this case?”  “What happened to Dr. Reid to make him so… distant?“

Morgan and Garcia did their best to answer her, but again, they were kind of unhelpful.  They usually met her queries with, “Pretty boy’s in love,” “Our dear Dr. Reid has a crush.”  One time, Garcia said, “He knows everything, except for the fact that he loves them, and that, my dear, is why he is so distant.”  That was a good one.

The agent was never satisfied though.  One question always led to a thousand more, and Morgan’s question was, “Are we sure Agent Caddel isn’t an undercover reporter?”  He didn’t actually verbalize that to anybody but Garcia.

Hotch once dignified Caddel’s pondering with a, “Reid’s mind is still at the university.  It’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

Meanwhile, Spencer had not realized that he was the subject of a million questions.  He, himself had a question, though, and that was, “Do you ever notice that the police forces we visit are really into tunnel vision based fallacies these days?”  

He didn’t verbalize that at all.  He just stared at his mugs while the people around him whispered questions about whether his mind was really on the case at hand.  Sometimes it was.  Other times he would glare at the default desktop screen of the tablet in front of him, wishing you would call him.

And then you did.

And Spencer missed the call.  

It wasn’t really his fault.  He’d been mid-case in a different time zone, but that didn’t stop Spencer from feeling like an absolute idiot.  After he listened to your message, that feeling got worse.  

The next thing his team saw was their doctor sprinting for the fucking door.  Not even Caddel had enough time to form a question about that.

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[idlerin]

nonsense — 19. honey it hurts

your phone was dying.

you curse, you were on the other side of campus and forgot to bring your charger with you. you still had one final class to go to and it was going to start in less than 10 minutes. ah shit, you could survive one class without your phone though, right? you can’t be late to this specific class, the prof already targets you like crazy! you weren’t in the mood for public humiliation.

you huff as you begin running, the class was on the third floor! you still weren’t even in the right building. you run as fast as your legs could handle it! you begrudgingly realize you’ve been doing far more running this month than you have for the past year. you think this in a derogatory way if it wasn’t already obv–

thud

your foot caught onto a slab. fuck. oh my god. It hurts. you try to straighten your leg and hiss. you look around for where you dropped your phone and immediately grab it, groaning when you realize you couldn’t call anyone because your battery’s dead. you look at your hand where you were scraped from catching yourself, you check your leg and see you were scraped here and there too, but not much. you bit your lower lip, why did this have to happen now?

why couldn’t it just have been a normal fall! like a knee gash or something, it feels like the impact was too much, you could anticipate it getting swollen later this day. great. so much for wanting to not get even more on your professor’s bad side.

a shadow befell over your hunched figure.

“lets go to the clinic,” he says.

you look up and a frown was immediately set, “why are you here again?” after voicing out your thoughts you then remembered you were supposed to be following number 3. “sorry, that was rude,” you followed in an insincere tone.

he crouches down to look at your knee and observe your overall ruffled state, “i’m here for makki… i saw you from over there,” he points to the more rural part of the road, where there were rarely any vehicles that passed by besides the university shuttle bus, “i can’t just, not help.”

“you should’ve just ignored me,” you snapped at him.

“show me the direction to the clinic,” he says in that serious tone of his, you know that means he won’t tolerate any of your refusals.

“i can get there on my own,” you say stubbornly, knowing you need help standing up first to begin with, and it would probably take you like 30 minutes to get to the clinic on your own trying not to put much pressure on your leg.

“do you want me to bring you to the hospital instead?” he replies, not backing down.

“that’s excessive,” you roll your eyes.

“your choice, [name].”

“you shouldn’t even be here, meet up with makki somewhere else, aren’t you wary of the paparazzi or something.”

he points to his cap as if that was his magical superhero mask that hides his identity.

“lousy disguise,” you insult.

“alright, come on,” he stretches out a hand for you to take.

you look at his outreached hand then back to his face, “i have class.”

“so you want me to assist you on your way to your class then? in that state?” he tilts his head to the side, the both of you know that was not an ideal situation either of you want to be in.

you furrow your brows, irritably taking a hold of his wrist, a sign of giving up. he says nothing and helps you up. you clench your jaw, “we can’t go to the clinic, there would be at least some students who’d be passing by, we shouldn’t risk getting you in some scandal, ‘the oikawa tooru spotted in tokyo university, is he planning to enroll!?’ or some other stupid stuff.” why can’t you just shut up, you groan internally.

“we can go to my physicist, their clinic is a bit far, would that be okay?” oikawa asks you, taking your purse from the ground.

“whatever,” you reply, exhausted, you were starting to feel your injury throb. he was the one person on this planet you absolutely despised, but he was currently helping you, ugh, you hated feeling grateful, “what about makki?”

“he could just follow us, i’ll text him about it,” he explains then looks at you expectantly.

“what,” you ask, putting your phone in my pocket.

“am i not going to have to carry you?” he notions his head to your leg.

“i can walk,” you prove your point by attempting a step forward, regretting it instantly and retracting it, using your good leg instead then dragging your other behind. It didn’t feel like a major injury but it still hurt to use it immediately after it took an impact.

from your side, oikawa stretches his arm out again and you clutch it begrudgingly as he helps you walk to his car.

“…you need to rest it for a while, i’ll give you some painkillers you’d need to take for a week,” the doctor concludes before walking out of the room.

you sat on the patient bed of oikawa’s physician, awesome, you were going to struggle to walk for days, you are so looking forward to it. not. you were left alone inside with oikawa who was looking at the wound on your hand, you ignored his look.

“thank you oikawa-san,” you remember the decency to treat him formally once you have now calmed down. you then attempt to walk— attempt, because it was really some awkward waddling— to the bathroom, and all the way to the sink. you were quiet as you ran your hand through the water, finding some soap and washing around it.

oikawa appears behind you holding up a handkerchief, “use this to clean the wounds on your legs.”

you halt and close the running water, your hands gripping on the sides of the sink as you look at him through the mirror from behind you. you suck in a breath before asking.

“why are you doing this?” your voice cracks, “why are you trying to act like you didn’t break up with me for no reason over the fucking phone?”

you watch as his face contorts into an unreadable expression, “i’m not trying to act like i did nothing wrong..” he begins, “i know i hurt you, [name].”

“so glad you’re aware,” you say sarcastically.

your head was throbbing and you really want to just run away, again, but now you weren’t physically capable to is just so ugh. these days, it seems as if all of your solutions were to just run away.

“…i’m sorry, [name],” he says, “and i know my sorry isn’t enough.”

and for some reason, your eyes started to water. you were too emotional for your own liking. you know he means it, and it hurts more because you know he means it.

oikawa sees your expression and approaches, reaching out to you out of instinct, stopping himself at the last minute, “lets.. lets clean your wounds first, okay?” his voice was starting to shake too. why? why?

“fine,” you say in a small voice, he steps aside to let you through. and you suck in your breath and the stupid teary eyes and that's when the door slams open.

“i have burgers!” makki laughs as he strides in, “i couldn’t pick a type of flavor so— [name]?!”

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✦ fun facts !

makki thought ‘us’ meant oikawa’s manager or bodyguard, not his dear ex [name] he’s been teasing oikawa with.

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — help me i just figured out how to have more images lmao but yea this is too much power for me (too lazy to edit prev chapters)

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[4pfsukuna]

Prof. Nanami puts his two smartest students together for a research project and you just can’t help teasing him…until he teases back.

Black coded reader, cause black af.mdni.

Tapping my long red french tips on the library table i let out another long sigh irritated with my (not chosen by me) partner.

We had been sitting here in silence a dimly lit corner in the back of the library our only exchange was “hey” so what could he possibly be typing.

“So i was thinking we could do our project on—“ i begin to speak taking my hand out of my leather jacket pocket only to be cut off by the dark eyed assailant. 

“No. I’ve already decided” he mutters out not moving his attention from the screen. Resting my chair forward so im no longer leaning i scrunch my nose.

“Theres no way you decided because i didn’t agree” and from the slight view i have of his face i can tell hes rolling his eyes.

This was exactly why i didn’t want to work with him… or anyone. He was quiet, closed off, known as a loner and had these deep dark eyes that felt like he was stairing into the pits of your soul.

“Are you going to do all the work?” I ask with a raised brow before noticing not once has he even looked at me. Pushing even more forward to see what he was typing im unaware of our proximity until i notice the slight red blush covering his cheeks right under the mark on his nose.

Ive completely invaded his space my boobs nearly pouring out of the top of my black crop top and im pressed completely onto his arm.

“Am i making you uncomfortable” i tease and i couldn't help it when you grow up with step brothers like Sukuna and Yuji (our dad wanting to step out of his marriage and explore with an american woman actually explore his kink for black women which in all actuality he had a poor taste in women their mothers who decided it was time for her to live her dreams so she just up and left and mine who shipped me off as soon as she had the birds and bees talk which is all irrelevant since choso is storming out of the library laptop in tow and the last thing i need is to fail this final paper.

Grabbing my oversized purse and slinging it over my shoulder i chase after him and catch him in the hall.

“Wait wait wait” i huff out of breath because these heels were not made for running and he turns around facing me with a bored expression, you wouldn’t even think i offended him.

“Alright that was completely inappropriate and i shouldn’t have joked like that, but i also don’t want to fail or push all the work on you. I want to work on this project together” i breathe out standing infront of him blocking his path but as large as he was compared to me im sure he could step over me if he seen fit.

“What makes you think i want to work with you” he bites out and i let out the arrogant smile that solidified i was Sakunas half sister.

“Do you actually think professor Namami would place  the smartest person in the class with a idiot and have them do all the work? Come on now its Nanami he would put his two smartest pupils together to challenge another and write a final paper hes actually happy to read” i say as if its common sense cause it is. 

Its NANAMI.

I watch the debate in his eyes as he thinks over what i just said before his shoulders drop in defeat. I grin widely sticking my hand out as a form of truce which he painfully takes.

I force myself to bite back the smirk at his clamy hands knowing it was all my doing and use the grip to yank him closer.

“And i would love if you could send me what you have so far so i can begin doing research” i utter lowly licking my lips watching his glare never falter almost as if he's painfully keeping his eyes avoiding my mouth before bidding him goodbye a devious plan forming in my head.

The next afternoon when we meet in the library i offer sweets from a local bakery as an official truce which i can hardly read his expression at.

“Im sorry now that i think about it you dont seem much of a sweets guy” i feel foolish of course he didnt like sweets— my train of thought is interupted by him picking up a creme filled chocolate pastry.

“Shouldnt judge a book by a cover, every smart person knows that” he quipps quickly and my lips twitch in a smile. Ah so he does bite back. 

“Did you call me dumb?” I scoff playfully dropping bait which he quickly takes.

“Does the shoe fit?” He bites back and when i dont respond only send a playful glare i watch as the corners of his lips twitch up feeling proud i could get a smile. “Come on show me your work” 

And we spend the next two hours talking theories and sharing ideas conspiring every concept as his long fingers type away my thoughts later to be put into essay format.

Its not long before he lets out a yawn breaking our silence and i look up at him noticing the bags forming under his eyes slowly being covered by his bangs.

He was actually begining to look disheveled. Two signature buns drooping from running his hands through them bangs more full from the pueces of his buns and the bored expression— actually that was very on brand for him.

“Come on let’s wrap up your tired” i say softly twirling a stand off his bangs around my finger and i knew it was when he was too tired to cover his blush he was exhausted. 

Yup, still got it.

He swats at my hand sending me a pointed look to which i innocently bat my eyes up at him from the seat next to him.

And thats how it goes for the next few weeks smart remarks met by his even more quick witted remarks sometimes followed by a half smirk, my harmless flirting/ teasing which i may have taken too far the day i rested my palm on his inner thigh and he flew out of his seat claiming he needed to use the bathroom only returning 10 minutes later saying he had to leave.

Or the day he asked me to proof read a page leaning away from his computer so i could take it instead i lean forward hand resting on his shoulder unaware just how close his face was to my—

Both occasions i had to bring apology pastries.

And the more time we spent together the more i learned about Choso. How smart he is, what makes him tick, his favorite foods, what makes him blush the way i thought he was a boob man but ive caught his gaze on my thighs several times and i may purpousely wear shorter skirts on days i know were going to be together.

Today was no exception.

The only thing i hadn’t planned on was the air conditioner being on full blast. Probably my karma from the universe wearing the tiniest of clothes to tease him.

“Oh no were going to have to finish another day its freezing in here” i shiver crossing my arms over another trying to huddle into myself for warmth. The black (extreme)  mini skirt with short sleeve white shirt that had bows tying the back together with Sukunas red varsity jacket was such a cute look until he realized i was wearing his jacket and took it . He was now my least favorite brother and yuuji was in the lead, which he typically always was given his competition.

“What?!” Choso nearly begins to foam at the mouth. “Its our last day and were so close to being done we can actually submit it now and im sure we would get an A still” he quickly rambles out dropping our stuff on the table we usually took up. The library was nearly empty so him being loud was no bother at all to anyone probably because most students didnt know where the library was.

“So submit it, I dont do the cold” i shrug ready to grab my bag when he begins taking off his jacket placing it on my shoulders pulling my hair from put under the collar and going to his work.

“Probelm solved, now sit” he bites put and id never seen this side of him but it was kind of a turn on and probably karma rearing her head into me again because through all the teasing i developed a tiny crush on Choso. Like tiny though.

Super tiny.

Extremely tiny.

So tiny i couldnt help but flirt with him every chance i had and notice all his favorite things and Damn did his jacket smell good.

So tiny i knew every detail of the scar on his face and how it swerves slight over the bridge of his nose not just cause it curves but—

Damn his jacket smelled… good wasnt a strong enough word. I was feeling intoxicated from how sensational his jacket smelled.

My crush was so tiny i made sure to bring his favorite pastries every tuesday and thursday because the way he smiled could brighten up my whole day.

My crush was so tiny i wasnt thinking about using my rose tonight to the smell of his jacket and the way he demanded me to sit down.

Imagine hearing that in the be—

Feeling a tight grip on my thigh my head snaps over to him and his eyes give me that bored yet slightly annoyed expression. 

“Stop fidgeting, its driving me insane and just let me finish typing the rest of what you wrote” he says like he cant wait to be done and i pout knowing this would be the last time we’d get to spend together. My crush would stay just that.

My eyes trail down noticing his buff arms veins sticking out something id never notice before. Has he always worked out. Going down even further i notice the silver rings spread across his fingers and almost choke.

I was going to need 10 minutes in the bathroom if he didnt move his iron grip. I just had one question.

“Have you ever fingered a girl with all your rings on?” I blurt… and this time it was a genuine mistake. Of all the shit ive said this was the one i completely wish i didnt.  I was actually okay with us never speaking again, Sukuna says we should never have shame but i bet he would never do something like that.

Ok yes he would.

“Do you want to be the first?” I hear and nearly fall off the table if it wasnt for his iron grip on my thigh. I thank God for my brown complexion because my cheeks feel hot and I’m lost for words completely. Its when he begins to chuckle that i realize he was just giving me a taste of my own medicine. The weeks of comments and sexual innuendos id thrown at him and couldn’t handle one.

I feel the proud smile grow on my face and unknowingly squeeze my thighs together slightly squirming the idea still playing in my mind. 

“What if i said yes” i retort watching as he becomes flustered and that adorable blush comes back to his cheeks.

“Would it make you stop… moving your thighs so much” he struggles his hand moving to my other thigh squeezing  and i grin knowing he had a thing for them and he can no longer hold back. His eyes meet mine until i lean forward placing a few soft kisses on his lips.

“Promise”

Ok that was a lie. It was all a lie.

Sitting on his right leg, my back pressed up against his chest and 2 of his fingers buried inside me the squirming absolutely hasn't stopped but it doesn't seem to affect him one bit as he edits the last bits of parts i wrote for our project.

“This is so good sweetheart, how about a third finger?” He ask rhetorically lips brushing against my ear and i'm so close to cumming at Dom!Choso cause whewwwww what a turn on. He curls his two fingers up as if he’s trying to pull the orgasm from inside of me and my legs clench together trying not to make too much of a mess.

He chuckles right against my ear and I'm losing myself at the stimulation, Biting my lip as he uses a third finger on my clit. My vision begins to blur and I feel myself about to cum for a second time.

“Look at you trying so hard to hold back those gorgeous moans after you spent the past month teasing me, fucking with me… mmm so wet” he groans in my ear spreading my lips causing the squelching sound to be louder. His fingers brush a particular spot deep in my core making me fall apart as I bite my lip harder cherry lip gloss mixing with the iron taste of blood.

“I love every little sound you make Why try and hide it from me, would you really deny me?” He kisses up my neck using his other hand to pull my bottom lip from my mouth releasing a string of curses, his fingers never stopping their exploration of my walls.

He did show mercy, slowing down other hand snaking up my shirt cupping a boob until his fingers found my nipple. 

“You're so wet for me… just me” he groans his teeth leaving marks down my neck to my shoulder and the idea of him being slightly possessive wanting to mark me so everyone knew i was his? My insides clench and he hums at the feeling.

His fingers pick up the pace once more and I have to close my eyes to hold on to every drop of restraint I have left between the way his fingers are moving expertly inside of me, the contrast of his warm hands to the cold rings on his fingers. I could stay here forever, one hand clutching his bicep the other on his thigh.

“Ch-choso i—mmmmm” i try to get out feeling my hips have a mind of their own grinding down on his fingers needily unaware of how he had me completely wrapped around them. He bites onto my neck and my release follows earning a groan from him as im left panting in his lap. What i dont expect to hear is the wet sound of him licking each of his fingers and the sight has me wet all over again my heart racing.

He chuckles pulling my chin toward him as he places his lips on mine i instantly kiss back gently sucking on his bottom lip earning a groan from him. He doesnt hesitate as his hands rub my thighs gripping and squeezing our tongues dancing together until he slowly pulls away lips and cheeks both red. 

“Lets go” i murmur placing another soft kiss on his lips only to receive a confused look.

“Yuji and Sukuna both are going to a party so they wont be back until 7am… i have a free house where i dont have to worry about being quiet”

#choso x black!reader #jjk x black!reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader

[5uwabbit]

"Testing testing..The mic seems well! What a nice morning to greet everyone, Welcome to Altru inc!"

“What are you looking at? Did you finish loitering around? We have a mission to do."

“That’s Kellie??”

Kincaid background is unknown (secret) but he actually have some sort of educational background. He’s still has a skill in spotting talents out of the ordinary. The first time he met Kat she was just a troublesome kid breaking a vending machine. What impresses him more was how her parents didn’t give her an output for this? This is wasting talent!! Anyways.. when her parents were giving her a lecture for doing unforeseen robotics, he told them she would be a genius in tech. By chance, Kat was already in the best school in the area, where Kincaid is in. He now actively sponsors her. (Then they all moved to Almia in via student exchange)

Of course, given that it is an exchange program Kincaid has to keep her in check. Unfortunately, Kat is the “well now I’m not doing it now that you told me type”. So she’s giving him trouble.

Kellie was also from Fiore. He’s the son of a very popular whatever.. just think they have big influence here. He was already in Kincaid class and of course.. Kincaid is trying to get him on board with this plan. However the biggest struggle is literally convincing the boy since he’s Very. Very. unmotivated. He’s a natural social genius yet doesn’t like any interaction that doesn’t interest him.

Kellie only followed Kincaid when he mentioned they’re taking him to ranger school. Kincaid here actually works as a supervisor because Kellie has actual work in Altru including and they know Kincaid from the inside, putting trust on him. He always lived a carefree lived and his motivation is way too vague to tell. (Kincaid thinks he’s actually more at risk of drifting away from their group than Kat is)

Both Kat and Kellie were separate project. He didn’t plan for them to meet. They first began interacting in Almia Ranger School. Kat actually wonders why Kincaid needed Kellie because of course “Kincaid doesn’t really need anyone else doesn’t he?” (This leads to her investigating the organization as a whole, realizing that it’s much bigger than just robotics privileges). However instead of breaking away this strenghtened both of the two bonds.

Kat: I know your evil plans old blondie

Kincaid: what (oh sh-)

Kat: I agree

Kincaid: (huh?)

After this the two have full transparency. Anyways.. Kat realized Kellie’s background and was more like okay we’re coworkers. “I guess Kellie does play a good role in the plan..” Although…. it was kind of unexpected given Kellie were more of the “carefree type”. They got closer later on. Kat thinks Kellie should rebel more because why aren’t you extorting Kincaid more. We in this together dude!

Dear god please do not. Inspire Kellie to be like you.

-Kincaid

Also Kat suspected Kellie had relation to Kincaid at first because “He isn’t the troublesome type but still here anyway”. (Referring to some sorta detention)

Kellie knew right of the bat that Kat and Kincaid were actually allies to each other by sheer observation alone. Even when both the Professor and Kat literally seems like they only got beef with each other (This is why Isa doesn’t suspect that Kat and Kincaid is in the same faction). There will be more children dramas between R!Rhythmi, R!Keith, R!Ponte and Isa but that’s a topic for another stuff..

(Note: I put name differences for easy filtering, it also provides nice detail)

TAGGING

If I said R!Kate that means it’s Kat, R!Kate=Kat

Kate -> Kat

Kellyn -> Kellie

Isaac -> Isa

Mr. Kincaid -> Prof. Kinz (Still spelled Kincaid but again, easy filtering)

I have yet to make name diff for some :p I would love if you try to hyperanalyses who is swapped with who whether in personality or jobs. Who mirrors who designs LOL.

My take in Reverse Universe is like

Sometimes they are completely opposing themselves. Sometimes two characters swaps personality or/and jobs. Sometimes they remain the same as ever but something is off.

#pokemon ranger #reverse au #kat #kellie #Prof. Kinz #lore 😳 #shadows of almia

[lamportb]

Bully in the Alley

Back on my bullshit. Ramblings about Bully in the Alley below the cut.

The title is perfect. Gaines is the bully in the alley - at least to start. Some delicious considerations of what makes a person, a profession, or a class of people bullies.

Jack and Fagin are both wearing some new clothing items as part of the spoils of their ambergris caper. Fagin a new waistcoat and Jack a new ascot(?). So shiny!

love that Jack declines the company of the woman who appears on his leg and then blushes and ducks his head when Fagin rightly guesses that he’s thinking about “your fancy skirt”

also love that Jack joins in the singing. Fagin is surprised that Jack actually likes these people - which fits their two characters. The place is ransacked and Fagin takes the opportunity to steal while Jack makes a stand and tries to help the injured.

it is so perfect that the governor cares only for what alcohol he will gain in Gaines’ plan and not the potential harm done to the people.

Belle is soooooo obvious about her real intention behind visiting the hospital on a Friday night. I mean, visiting Sneed? With Fanny? Love that Hetty gives her a once over when she asks where Jack is. This also makes me think that Hetty has likely dealt with other women lingering in the hospital to see Jack.

“Sea’s that way” “so just to clarify, Sneed’s still available then?” 😂

Jack three sheets to the wind has zero chill when he sees Belle. His face!

Fucking love Hetty. The hospital would collapse without this patient no nonsense saint of a woman.

when Jack is chastising Fagin for fleeing they’re in the apothecary (?) room. This is super interesting to me because the little research I did on this suggests that that’s likely where Jack started as a surgeon’s apprentice in the navy. I found this article about doctors at sea if anyone is interested.

Also perfect that the prof is not so worried about the mayhem in the streets but when he hears about the alcohol ban “GOOD GOD MAN!!”

it’s kind of interesting to see the prof actually decent at his job because of his (relative) sobriety. Makes me wonder about who he was in his prime.

sweet of Jack to ask after Hetty and whether she’s eaten.

“I’d run away, like your wife.” Oooooooooo. I mean this really speaks to the massive unchecked privilege of Belle that she speaks this way to Gaines. She’s right of course but wow, saviour girl does not back down. Even reminds the prof her father pays his salary when he tries to tell her she’s not qualified to give out morphine.

the conversation Jack had with Fagin at the pub the next morning plays on the conflict Jack has with putting his hopes and trust in people. He chides Fagin for not giving the same help he did to the orphans to the people of Port Victory, but Fagin voices his fears. “Look, you can give yourself to this crowd if you want. You can pretend you’ve found a home. But most people are bastards who will cross you as soon as spit, and when the night turns the only one who’ll be loyal to yourself is yourself, and me” (of course we know Fagin is setting him up for a bigger con, but I also see this as Fagin manipulating Jack to only trust him). “I’m your family when you condescend to acknowledge me”

if anyone else played the governor I’m not sure I’d feel any pity for the character, but he is quite convincing when he tells Belle that he knows she doesn’t approve of Gaines but that men like him are necessary to build a colony. If she hadn’t witnessed the carnage first hand I’m not sure she would have been so outraged - again, privilege. And when given this explanation from her father she lets it go.

I find it funny that Belle goes to the hospital presumably to explain her father’s motives to Jack, but the minute Jack calls bullshit on “there are two sides to every story” she literally runs away. Lol.

He hits the nail on the head when he says that as a doctor she either has to care for everyone, or go back to being m’lady. And there’s the rub: she will never understand that some people need to thieve to eat, and that some die trying.

the only recourse she has to Jack’s absolutely true and cutting words about her privilege is to fall back on book learning that she’s confident she knows more about than Jack. “That’s a false syllogism”. (She’s saying his reasoning is faulty). His reply “whatever that is, it is not!” Lol.

The scene with Red and Gaines is amazing: “Well kill me then” ”You’ll pay for what you’re going to do to me”. He is so unnerved

Hetty bossing the soldiers around. 💕

and again Fagin with the brutal logic - just let Red die! She messes up our jobs! I can raise the baby!

Princess Whatsherface 😂 Followed by “old cheeky bones” followed by Jack running to Belle’s calling Fagin a “sack of bones”

Oh Fanny! I fully see her holding her breath for all kisses.

love the juxtaposition of Jack’s little attic room and Belle’s giant suite complete with all kinds of expensive medical and scientific equipment.

flashbang’s pee in the bottle is the best Chekov’s gun.

world’s collide in the carriage: Belle, Fanny, Jack, Fagin, and Flashbang. To be a fly on the wall on that trip.

when Jack asks Fagin to get the prof drunk he’s found a way for both him and Fagin to get what they want - and save some lives too!

Fagin the sommelier: “like angels pissing in your mouth”

”Alright silver spoon, don’t mess it up”. I love Red. Did I mention I love Red?

despite being born with a silver spoon in her mouth Belle really steps up to help. They focus in on the shakiness of her hands doing the final stitching - this was not easy and she pulled it off. You can feel the pride Jack has for her.

She’s so proud of herself too, and Hetty, but Jack can’t let their earlier argument go, so of course he has to remind her that Red was saved so she can be executed.

I find it hilarious and also unlikely that there were no dead women in the dead house after the crackdown, but the visual joke is A+.

”very hairy wrists, like my own Eunice!” 😂

Belle just can’t help herself. “I’m not here for praise”, then proceeds to basically say holy shit am I awesome. The only one who acknowledges this is Jack by raising a glass to her. No one offers her a drink… but she can’t leave it at that! Oh, and by the way, let me get back on my high horse. Theft is wrong.

You can tell Jack feels a little badly at how Belle reacts to Red calling her family the biggest thieves in Port Victory, but he also knows Red is right.

the scene with Fanny and Belle is so sweet. You can tell Belle is really digesting all the events of the day. And how lovely that Fanny is so astute at reading her sister despite being so awkward and confused about love herself. If only she had some of Belle’s confidence and Belle had some of her earnestness/humility.

and Fagin has to drive the point home that Belle is not of their world, despite the fact that she was instrumental in them saving Red and not being arrested.

“Milady” and not Belle. And she cuts him right back with her own insight into his character - he loves crime. It’s thrilling. But this time he doesn’t argue. He’s quiet when he says “the worst parts of me do”

One Crowded Hour is the best song for this scene. “For one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room. I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom”

they accept that they are not conventionally suited, but she can live with the fact that he is an occasional criminal with bad manners and he can live with the fact that she is a naieve self-righteous spoiled lady. It’s true love, your honour.

#the artful dodger #bully in the alley #dodgerfox #this show has a hooooold on me #Thinky thoughts #commentary

[natsaffection]

Hello baby, are u good? i saw someone requestin “prof nat x student reader” and i LOVE IT. For real, pls do it.

BUT i also love prof nat x prof reader, could you pls do that too? Like they both teach diferent languages in the same school and nat is super rough and feared by the students, and r is the cool teacher everyone loves, so they keep flirting at work and its cute and funny??

I would really love to see that please my love 🫶

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A/n: Okay, so first of all, HELLOUUU IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING ANYTHINGG 🏃🏻‍♀️ Second. I’m blushing, blushing and blushing. Too many “pet”names in this request, urgh 🫣🥸

Also, it was fun to write something in my first language, soo🌚 Have funnnn

warnings: a little anxious student, flirting, mention of oral

Word count: 1045

pairing: Teacher!Natasha x Teacher!Reader

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It was fifth period today and everything went according to plan. You were well on time and the students were doing perfectly as well. That's what convinced you to become a teacher. To give your knowledge to the next generation and do something good. 

You used to hate school, though. But later you found out that it was simply because of the teachers. What's the point of yelling at students and giving them bad grades if they have a bad day? After all, they are not machines, they are human beings...

And that's what brought you forward. You wanted to be a great role model to your students. A person to talk to when things went wrong in life. And they could do that with you. Your students were grateful that they had you in this particular subject. 

German. 

Many have the mindset that it is one of the most difficult languages in the world. For you, it was relatively okay to speak and especially to learn. You had good prospects.

It was near the end of class when you noticed a student of yours couldn't stop wiggling her legs under the table. You panicked that it was your stuff and saved for yourself to talk to the person about it at the end, and when the time came, you did,

"Hey Sarah, do you have a minute?" The girl stopped and looked frantically at the clock hanging on the wall. "S-Shure!" She walked up, and you addressed it, "So..is something too heavy for you?" The girl could barely hold focus as she kept looking at her watch, "It's not really! I Just..I.." You notice, "Am I keeping you up? Are you about to write a exam?" The girl became more nervous, "N-No..I just have to go, you know?" She said quickly,

"What class do you have now?"

"Russian..." Ah, there it is. It was generally a mystery to you why you would pack two languages after each other. But it wasn't that. You knew who the person teaching Russian was, and you had a suspicion.

"Is it because Ms. Romanoff has the class?" You see an eye movement, "Yes..."

"Does she scare you?" She looks down, "Not scared, just...She's so strict...The complete opposite part of you..." You continue to look at her and realize she's not the first to say that about Natasha. However, you couldn't understand it since you only know her soft and caring.

"I'm sure things will be different today, really." Heh, and you know why too..

"Really?" You notice how her demeanor got better, and she stands up straight, "Yes and now let's go, it's almost time after all." The girl smiled and headed off, "Thanks Y/n!"

You sat down, appeased and went through the next few hours. When you were done and the end of the day knocked on the door, you make your way to your colleague. The bell rang for the end of class and you walked in. You immediately noticed the change in atmosphere,

"And don't forget the homework until next week, I don't want to have to tell you everything again, so do it thoroughly!"

Okay wow..you knew Natasha could get a little stubborn sometimes, but like this? You stopped at the door and saw the expressions on the students' faces. Most of them had their eyes on the floor as they walked past Natasha. Then, when everyone was outside, you close the door and Natasha looked to you, "Oh, hey Kotenok, How long have you been here?" You cross your arms and lean against the door frame, "A while..What was today's topic?" Natasha sits down at her table, "General debate...Only some get it right, the others don't." You hear that she was annoyed by this, "I just don't get it! Why do people sign up for classes and do nothing?"

You drop your arms and go to her, "Maybe it's not them but you..." Any other person would be headless right now, "Oh yeah, and why do you think that Detka, hmm?" You sit down on her lap, "I don't know, you think I'm great..." Natasha looked up at you, "You can only think you're great too..."

"Ha..ha, stop it. Now let's be honest, I had a conversation with a student of yours earlier and she was totally intimidated by you!" Natasha sat back, "Sarah, right? So that's why she was late. I think, Ms. L/n, you're a bad role model." That made you laugh,

"Me? A bad role model? Who doesn't want to tell the kids about the stuff a second time?" You look at her table to see what it is in detail, "Перестань смотреть на мою работу, милая.” (stop looking at my work, sweet.)

You look back at her, "Is it weird if I say I think it's hot when you talk to me in Russian? Weil ich kann das auch.” (Because I can do that too) Natasha had to restrain herself from jumping on you right away, "Fuck, that sounds so evil coming from you..." You lean closer to her, "Well..you know what else can come out of me?" 

"Oh hoh, Y/n you dirty girl..The exemplary one wants to be taken in a classroom, huh? Sorry to disappoint you there." She averts her gaze from you and is now sorting through the sheets on her desk, "I have work to do." You put a hand over hers, stand up and kneeling down.

"We can do that later..."

Before you could put your plan into action, though, Steve walked in. You pretend you dropped something and stand up. However, Steve knew what was going on, "I'm just going to ignore what I saw." You had to stifle a laugh and Natasha simply asked, "What do you think you saw, Rogers?" He walked up to the two of you, "Too much. Here, one of your students left this with me in the hall." He put a list on the table. Natasha looked at it for a moment and then back at him. The situation was relatively awkward..For all of you. "Soo?"

"It's okay, I'm going, god..." You both look as he goes to the door and before he closes it, looks at you again, "Have f-fun..." And the door closed.

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I HOPE ITS NOT TO MUCH RUSHED😭

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov x reader #natasha smut #nat x reader #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #natasha

[lmkdilf]

PAIRING ⇾ university's heartthrob!jeno x (f) reader

GENRE/WARNINGS ⇾ enemies to lovers, college au, smut, curses, deep throating, chokeholds, slight bdsm, fingering, teasing each other, unprotected sex and more.

SUMMARY ⇾ you have known and hated jeno ever since first year of college. you hated jeno because he was the university's heartthrob, yes only because of that, i mean who would like to hear screams of students in the hallway whenever jeno comes out of his class? you swore to your friends that you would never stop hating him . . . did you continue hating him or not ?

A/N : this is my first time writing a story so i hope you guys liked it !!

"[Y/N] WAKE UP!! " your friend, giselle wakes you up by shouting to your ears, by that it made you open your eyes quickly "wtf gigi, you shouted so loud that i think, i won't be able to hear till next week" giselle laughed at your statement "keep talking and you'll be late for class" after hearing the last two words from your friend's mouth, you quickly looked to your clock, 6:18 am "fuck" you said getting up from your bed and runs to your bathroom, knowing that you take so long in getting ready.

After finishing getting ready you walked to your university, along the way you got yourself coffee to give you energy. On your way to class, you heard screams from the hallways from that you rolled your eyes knowing that it was just jeno and his friends, you went inside your class, seeing just a few students studying in their tables. You were happy because your professor isn't there yet, you sat down at your seat and start studying for your next class. Few minutes past, you heard your professor's voice, "Good morning, class" he greeted "Good morning" your class greets back. You were so focused on your prof that you didn't even notice someone was beside you until "pst" the person taps your shoulder, you turned your head to the person and your eyes widens "jeno" you said to youself, you gave him a disgusted look plus with annoyance "what? " you looked back to your professor "can you hand me your notes, when you're done?" you heard him say, you were used to this since he always asks you for notes whenever you are in the same class as him. you rolled your eyes and nods.

After class you gave jeno your notes and walked away to catch your next class but then you felt someone's warm hand on your wrist which made you look at the person, HIM AGAIN?! "what do you want now?" you raised your eyebrow, it took awhile til jeno speaks up "ah nothing" the second you heard jeno you removed his hand from your wrist and walked away.

"Finally" you said to yourself after you walked out of your last class, you decided to call giselle, you waited a minute for giselle to pick up her call "hey, watsup?" you heard your friend's voice "do you want to do something today? all my classes are done", "i'll have to pass on that sorry, i have plans today, im really sorry [y/n]" by plans she meant a date, "that is the third time this week" you said with a annoyed tone "im really sorry [y/n], i really like this guy and you know" before she finishes her sentence you said "yea yea, fine but you better make it up for me" you and giselle talked for a few more minutes and it came to an end. While you were walking back to your apartment you were debating if you should go clubbing since its a friday and its been forever since you went clubbing. You flop on your bed sighing, you have decided to go clubbing by yourself since all your friends were too busy with their love life.

An hour later you were done getting ready, you looked at yourself at the mirror loving the dress you had on, you were wearing a black fitted dress that hugs your body so well and a cute black heels to fit with your whole outfit, you had this outfit on your mind and it only took you an hour to get ready because you were thinking if you should wear a black two piece lingerie to fit your dress or not, you just wore it just incase you get laid. You called an uber to drive you to the club you always go.

You went inside thd club greeted by the owner who was your gæ bestfriend, "look who decided to go clubbing today" eric smirks and twirls you around "bitch how have you been? it's been awhile since i last saw you" you smiled "i'm doing good just stress with college and all", "i see the girls aren't with you, don't tell me they aren't single anymore?" eric says in a shock voice while walking to one of the seats "i have to say yes, now i'm the only single lady in our group" few minutes of talks with eric, he decided to leave you for you to enjoy your night. You walked to the bar and asked for a tequila, the bartender gave your requested drink and you took it and walked to the dance floor, dancing with a glass on your hand, few minutes later your drink has finally hit you so you put the glass on the bar before tipsy you break it, you made you way back to the dance floor, you were dancing pretty sexy that most of the people were looking at you.

You felt hands on your waist, but that didn't matter to you since you were tipsy, you were grinding against the person behind you, earning a soft yet sexy groan making you smirk and you continue grinding, "keep doing that princess" you smirk and did what he said the guy's face was on your shoulder so you took a chance to see the guy's face, your eyes widens WTF HIM AGAIN?! "JENO?!" you push youself away from him, "[Y/N] wh-what are you doing here?" jeno pulls you away from the crowd and walks to a open space "clubbing duh" you said with an attitude, you rolled your eyes and you scuff seeing jeno's boner through his pants "i can't believe a simple sexy dance would give you a boner" you laughed, and decided to walk back to the dance floor since you were enjoying until you saw jeno, jeno grabs your wrist "and where do you think your going?" jeno says with a anger tone "the dance floor duh" you removed his hand from you, attemping to walk away from him until he grabs your face this time, he forces your face to look at him "you started this and you have to finish it" he growls, you knew what he meant but you won't do it ofc "wtf no way, i'm gonna touch that small dick of yours, and plus i would rather be eaten by a shark than sleep with you" you scoff, jeno pulls you back from where you guys were earlier "did you jusy say i have a small dick?" you knew he was really angry which made you curious why would he be so angry about a little thing?

Jeno grabs your wrist and goes to the back of the club "what the fuck do you want jeno?!" you screamed attempting to remove his hand from you, jeno was strong but you were too tipsy and weak to remove his hand "you" you widen your eyes and look at the older "wh-what" you stuttered, you were scared now since jeno was walking closer and closer to you, you were walking back until your body hits the wall "jeno, i'm scared now please stop" now jeno scuffed at your words, jeno leans in and attaches his lips onto yours, he was aggressive and you slightly liked it and it made you wet but you needed him to stop, you tried so hard from pushing him away but you were too weak and you gave in "jeno please" you whimpered "please what? baby" jeno had you under his spell, jeno grabs your tits and plays with them "i-i need y-you" you moaned by his actions "thats what i needed to hear" he smirks and walks you to his car

You didn't know where you guys were going, many thoughts was on your mind, will he hurt me? i have never been so needy like this, you said to youself and you squeeze your thighs together and jeno caught that and smirks "so needy are we?" he grins and put his hand on your thigh like he was asking permission, you opened your thighs to send him a signal, he tugs on your thong, you helped him remove your thong, the second your thong was off he puts his fingers inside you making you put your hand on your mouth to prevent you on moaning loudly, jeno looks at you from time to time seeing you like this turns him on.

You have arrived to your destination and it was a house which you think its his house, jeno opens the car door for you and also covering you once you were gonna stand up since you were panty free, you caught this act and it gave you butterflies "why tf am i feeling like this" you said under your breath causing jeno to raise his eyebrow "nothing" you sigh.

Once you both were inside the house, jeno crashes his lips to you making you moan, jeno picks uo your legs and carries you to his bedroom while both of you were having a hot make out "i love this dress on you but you have to remove it" you did what he said and he also removes his clothes leaving both of you in your undergarments, before jeno climbs on top of you, you pushed his down to the bed and you start removing his underwear making his length pop out and lays on his abdomen, you were shock led by his size you didn't mean about his dick being small since he had a big dick energy as what people said but you didn't expect his dick was this big "shocked now huh? " he smirks, you lick your lips and started to suck him off, jeno moans at the sudden contact, you pushed you mouth deeper onto his cock making you gag, you gave him handjobs too along the blowjob, jeno moans everytime he hears your muffled moans, as jeno was about to cum you stopped to tease him "i was about to cum wtf?!" you smirk "i know" jeno grabs you body and pushes you down to the bed hik being on top of you "oh you are going to regret that" you knew he was going to be aggressive, so you had to.

"all fours now" he demands and you did it right away "what's taking you so long?" you looked behind you spotting no jeno anywhere "finding a condom" you heard jeno's voice and it made you look to your left "just do me raw, i'm on pill" you said since you took the pill before you went to the club "okay then" jeno gets behind you aligning his cock to your clit, he puts half of his cock inside you making you moan, jeno stopped for awhile before he puts all of him inside you "can you take it?" you nod, jeno slowly puts himself inside all the way in making you whimper, jeno starts thrusting in and out slowly "fuck- faster, faste jeno" you moaned out, the older begins making his pace faster, the room was filled with moans from both of you. You grab jeno's hand and puts them on your throat making jeno shocked that you like this type, jeno begins choking you, he removes his hand from your throat and make its way to your hair making him grab your hair and pull them "fuck fuck fuck, faster dadd–" you stopped your sentence since you were shocked by your sudden pet name "why stop baby?" he slaps your ass earning a whimper from your mouth "i-im sorry daddy" the older smirks "what did you want again princess?" hearing the pet name from jeno gave you a tingle to your stomach "f-faster please daddy" he slaps you ass again and fasten his pace making the bed hit the wall you moaned out loud that would probably heard by his neighbors "baby im going cum" jeno moaned out "m-me too daddy" at the last two thrust you both released your highs.

You fall to his bed weakly "oh baby we aren't done yet" he smirks and put you on top of him "can you still handle it princess?" you nodded and you slip your pussy to his dick, you started riding him making him moan under you, the older unclips your bra making your boobs fall, jeno was attracted to your tits he grabs them and plays with them making you moan, you were too tired now and jeno flips you over making him on top of you again. Jeno smiles seeing you in a mess, he lifts your leg up for him to have access to more of you "fuck, just right there daddy" jeno thrusted faster to your g-spot, you moaned out loud "play your boobs for me baby" you did what he said, jeno leans to you from time to time to earn kisses from you. Soon after you both released your second high, jeno lays beside you "was that good princess?" you nodded and smiled, jeno got up and grabbed a towel cleaning you up, he gave you his shirt afterwards.

You would never knew this would happen, and after this you felt something with jeno but of course you wouldn't admit it to yourself since why would you even start liking jeno after you both just fucked?

A/N : i'm sorry if i added too much narrations but i hope it was worth it <3 im also sorry that it was rushed :( i hope you guys liked it thank youuu !!

#nct jeno smut #jeno lee #lee jeno #nct dream #nct jeno #nct dream smut #nct smut #lee jeno smut #lee jeno fic #nct u smut #nct u #jeno lee fic #jeno lee smut #jeno nct smut

[that1fangirrl]

Teacher's Pet, but Not Really

A/N: this whole thing might be a little jumbled, so I apologize for that. But it's really cute. I hope you like it. K, bye<3

You softly knock on his office door, waiting for an answer. He always stayed a little late after hours. A muffled “come on”, beckons you inside. You look around the room before walking towards him and taking a seat next to his desk. You pulled a paper out of your bag, raising it in the air slightly. “Guess who got an ‘A’ on their paper?” He looks over to you with a smile, “My guess is Stacy. She’s always been a good student.” You let out a scoff, pushing his arm. “Har Har. No. I did! And it was all thanks to you and your big brain.” You stand up, wrapping your arms around him from behind his chair. He puts his hands over yours. “Was it because of me or was it because you just needed a little push? Because I seem to remember you telling me how nervous you were about this assignment.” “Yeah, well who cares. I got an ‘A’ on it. And Dr. Barnes says I might be one of the top students in his class! Isn’t that crazy?” You squeal, squeezing onto him harder. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but you also have a really big brain honey.You deserve the praise. I know you don’t think so, but it is the truth.” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Professor. On a different note, what are your plans for tonight?” You unwrap yourself, opting to take a seat in his lap. Matt looks up, pretending to think. “Well I was gonna go to this new restaurant near my place, but you have to have a party of two or more to make a reservation. Too bad I already made the reservation, but have no date. If only I could build the courage to ask the pretty forensic science major with the big brain if she wanted to go.” He pauses for a minute, listening to how you try to keep your giggles in. “Hey! You’re a forensic science major. Maybe you could ask her for me.” Taking a deep breath, you grab his face in both hands. “Hmmm. I just asked her and she thinks you're a little strange, but you’re cute. She is free tonight though. Hmmm, oh? What’s that? She’s saying… ‘yes’? Sounds like she’d love to go with you.” He tilts his head up, listening around for anyone in the building. Pretty quiet for a Tuesday. He leans in, smushing your lips together. Small moans escape your mouths. Your hands gripping each other tighter. He pulls back, your lips following along. “How does 7 sound?” “It sounds great.” 

When you first met the new Criminal Law Professor, you were absolutely stunned. He was so handsome and had a special charm that swooned all the girls in your class. Even when he introduced himself, you could hear some of the girls behind you talking about switching majors. “This is Prof. Murdock. He is one of our new Criminal Law teachers. We will be working closely with him on our next few assignments. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you guys prodding him on a few questions. Mr. Murdock, anything you want to say?” He continued to tell the class a bit more about himself and how excited he was to be working with the students in your class. You had heard a few things about his work in the media; he was an amazing lawyer. You just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. 

Two weeks into his arrival, he had noticed your obvious shyness. Dr.Barnes found it quite funny, considering you were one of his favorite outspoken students. You always spoke up in class and had broad ideas and questions. Where was that girl when Prof. Murdock was around? He blamed it on you being nervous about having an actual lawyer in your presence, but who knows. So he did what any professor would do with his shy student. Push them. Dr. Barnes made sure to give you just as much of an equal opportunity as the other students…and then some. 

It was nice getting to know him and becoming more comfortable with him. Matt was a real sweetheart. On some days, he would bring you your favorite drink or snack from the vending machines on campus. It was always under the guise of “not wanting you to pass out in class” or “to have some extra energy for your day”. He wanted you to be comfortable around him. “Just think of me as another one of your classmates.” He told you. Even going as far to tell you to call him by his first name. So you did. Usually in private, between the two of you. It was like your brain and heart flipped a switch. All the constant meetings in his office started to trickle outside. You found yourselves grabbing coffee at nearby cafes, he helped you pick out some flowers for your apartment, walked you to your bus stop on late nights, etc etc.  The more you hung out, the more it became blatantly obvious that your small shy crush was turning into more. 

Matt knew it was wrong at first. I mean he was a professor on the campus you attended. But you were so nice to be around. You always asked him for help with your work even though he knew you already had the answers. Your passion for analytics was adorable. You were just so cute and caring and the desire to have more of you was growing everyday. So he just went for it. One evening, he had asked to see you in his office after hours. Your heart was racing so fast, it sounded like you were having a heart attack. “Y/n. I called you in my office because I wanted to ask you something in private.” He paused, clearing his throat. “I know that we have been strictly professional on campus and kinda friends outside, but I was wondering… maybe we could be a bit more.” You were stunned at his forwardness. Was he really asking you out? Your hands folded together in your lap. “I- I would really like that Matt. But are you sure about this? Like, I mean- I really really do like you… a lot. It’s just what if someone finds out? I don’t want you losing your job over a stupid relationship with me. I would never let you forgive me.” He reaches his hand out and places it on yours. “I’m willing to take that risk.” 

Of course, It took awhile for you to adapt to this new relationship. It felt like something out of a ‘forbidden love’ tale. Acting like two colleagues working together on campus and sneaking around to fulfill your desires in private. He continued to be the sweet gentleman from before, maybe even a bit more enhanced now. The two of you were happy together. He made you feel important and understood. You were his main priority now. He would do anything to make you feel better everyday. You need help studying? He’s there. You’re freaking out about lab work? A little birdie told him you did better than most of the class. He’s always there. And you’d never know this, but even on his nightly patrols, he made sure to check on you. 

Speaking of his “nightly duty”, Matt wasn’t sure how to tell you. There was chaos every time anyone close to him found out. Would you be mad at him? Would you tell the university? Many thoughts ran through his mind, but he knew you’d never tell. One day, he thought you had figured it out. You guys were lounging on his couch, when you decided to talk about the many ‘heroes’ in New York. “It’s weird. It’s like all of our heroes have been in New York, one way or another. We’ve got Spiderman, The Avengers, Luke Cage… I don’t know. It’s just so weird to me. But that Daredevil guy intrigues me the most.” Matt’s ear perked, “why is that, honey?” You sigh, lifting up a little. “I don’t know how to explain, but he kinda reminds me of you. If you actually think about some of the things he’s done for the city, he’s actually rather a great guy. It doesn’t seem like he wants to just fight people for no reason. He wants justice. And you are all about justice, y’know. Besides being a lawyer and all. I mean, hell, you might even know the guy. Think about it, Fisk and Frank Castle, you guys have a connection there. Isn’t that crazy?” His heart was beating fast. He wasn’t sure what to do. He trusts you, but he doesn’t want to endanger you. “Matty? You okay. You spaced out on me.” “Uh, yeah. I’m fine… listen, I think there’s something I should probably tell you.” Your heart skipped. “I’m not breaking up with you. Don’t worry.” You let out a heavy breath as he pauses. “Okay. Well. It’s me. I'm Daredevil.” You stare at him before your body begins to shake with laughter. “Ha Ha. Okay, Matt. And I’m training to be an X-Men.” He gets up, walking toward his wardrobe. “Aw, baby, come on. Don’t get upset. I was joking.” You get up to follow behind him. He’s still silent as he feels around for something. “Matt? I’m sorry, okay. It was just fun-” He pulls out his red suit, standing in front of you. “Like I said. I’m the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.” You passed your hands over the material. Then it clicked. He was always out late, sometimes bent over in pain(usually blaming it on being blind and running into something),and he was pretty damn buff and flexible. It all made sense, but how. “That chemical spill from when I was a kid. It enhanced my senses. I can hear, taste, smell, whatever, better than a regular human. I’m sorry I kept this from you. I was scared it would endanger you or you’d leave me. I understand if you want to.” You take in everything he’s said. Your arms wrap around him in a tight embrace, tears welling in your eyes. “I would never leave you over something like this. You’ve changed so many lives. I’m a little scared, of course, but that’s because I want to know you’re safe. I couldn’t be happier, knowing you're out there albeit risking your life, but for the greater good of our city. It’s beautiful, Matt.” That night ended with the two of you having a deeper discussion about his alter ego. 

Presently, the two of you hold each other close as you walk to the new restaurant he wanted to take you to. Your whole body screamed with excitement. Date nights outside of the apartment were always a sweet treat. The risk of being seen in public affectionately gave you both a little thrill. While you were rambling about your long day, Matt kept this loving gaze on you from across the table. He was completely in tune with everything you were saying and how your body was reacting. You paused looking at him in confusion. “What? Am I talking too much? I’m sorry. I guess I just got a little excited.” He shook his head. “No, please continue. I love hearing you speak. It’s so cute how passionate you get. I love it.” The two of you stare at each other in silence. A thought rushing through both of your minds. He clears his throat and you look back down at your plate. The silence continues to loom. The two of you waiting for the other to say something. You look back at each other before saying, “I love you.” Your smiles grow big on your faces. Eyes widening. Your hand flies up to your mouth. Did you both really say that? Matt reaches for your other hand. “I know you heard that. I. Love. You. You hear me? I’ll shout it loud if you want me to.” He takes a deep breath before you stop him with your giggles. “I love you, too. I love you so much it hurts. I’d scream it louder.” He kisses your knuckles. A beat passes before you both say it again.

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader

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part 1 - [prof bucky barnes x fem!reader]

summary: bucky spent one fateful night with someone he shouldn't have. the guilt drove him to resign from his teaching position. a hasty choice may have been his best mistake.

warnings: discussion of grief/loss. smut in future parts. slowish burn.

a/n: this prompt idea originally came from @thornsnvultures: "I'd love a college au Bucky. English Lit professor!Bucky who loves to teach Tolkien, maybe? 🤔" I hope you enjoy! this will likely be about three parts. all poetry is my own.

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Resigning was easy. 

Telling her was herculean. How do you tell a woman she’s the reason you quit your job?

Nobody knew about them. They didn’t go out on dates, or steal longing glances at one another in the dim light of the overhead projector, while some freshman stumbled over Hamlet’s soliloquy.

It happened once, a month prior.

One fleeting evening, in a distant city–a footnote on the Summer break, below a citation for an unusually cool August, and the number of students projected to be out with Mononucleosis. But it consumed him.

Nothing occurred between them until her fellowship presentation at a writer’s symposium in Massachusetts, on the brink of the new semester. He wasn’t sure why he went–except she was his best student, his mentee, and she invited him (with a handwritten letter, no less). So he drove four hours to attend her presentation, and immersed himself in her work until he was drunk on her. And she was so exuberant in the afterglow of a standing-room-only exhibition, it was easy to accept her invitation to a dive bar in Amherst afterwards, and pretend like he wasn’t her Graduate Advisor. 

She kissed him. Neither of them imbibed–Bucky because he planned to make the trip back to New York that night, and her because she wanted to ‘experience every raw thing.’ Apparently, he qualified. If she wanted a man with a heart still on the vine, she couldn’t have chosen better. There were plenty of reasons why she shouldn’t have snuck him into her room, especially a student building.

But she did, and Bucky experienced something which put him in jeopardy: a thing with no name, something which rooted itself at the base of his spine and began climbing with fury. The moment she fell asleep, he yanked on his trousers and left. He drove back to New York shoeless, sober–ruined. It was unbearable to be without her skin against his; he viciously hungered with nothing to sate him, at his own peril.

The further away from her he got, the more he realized what a mistake it was to feel anything at all.

–

She wasn’t sure which hurt more: waking up alone, or walking into his classroom on the first day of class to find his TA had taken over ‘for the semester’, after spending forty-five minutes hyping herself up to face him again. The interim instructor handed out essays which had been intended as a pre-semester litmus for the class’ overall skill, submitted in the last week before the school year began; Professor Barnes had allegedly graded the papers, but hers had no such notation until the last page. The blue ink there was barely legible. If the first nine words hadn’t been her own, plucked straight out of a poem from her fellowship, she might not have known them at all, but the more she read, the clearer they became: 

‘you will do better the less you have of me’ How wise the author. How true of you.  I couldn’t bring myself to read this essay. This was a trite assignment compared to the kind of work you showed in your presentation. I have no doubt you served the subject admirably. Your grade will reflect as much.  What I did was unfair to you, unethical to my position, and cruel to myself. I’ve resigned.  JB

She experienced a hollowing as his fingers reached through the deeply scrawled words, into her chest. A snapped rib would be a comfort by comparison. She froze, staring at the personal note, while memories of him from one beautiful night filtered in. Every one was sallow under scrutiny: His soft kiss, a warning. His bashful smirk, a mask. His socks, forgotten under her bed–the only proof he had been there at all, except for a purple bruise above her left breast, and the scent of his cedar cologne on her pillow.

More than anything, she wished she had woken up when he slipped out of bed, so she could tell him what beauty she saw in him, and thank him for sharing a piece of himself she was sure he rarely showed, if ever. Or that he had the courage to face her in class, share an awkward look, and move on. 

His note read like a challenge. Not that he intended it as such. He seemed to be saying I don’t deserve a single thing, and I'll ruin you. Maybe she wanted to be ruined for other men, like the types which clogged academia, with their egos one ducked to avoid. Perhaps the best thing to happen to a woman who made sense of the world through poetry was a man for whom words were a commodity. 

She always thought her crush unrequited. She had invited him to her symposium on a brave wine-induced whim, expecting he’d see the Amherst address and beg out. Professor Barnes was the kind of instructor one changed their major for the privilege of studying with. He never minced words, he didn’t deify dead white scribes, and most of the time, he had thoughtful critique–which was as useful as it was cutting. He cared enough about her work to dislike some of it, let alone read it. She became addicted to his feedback, and the twinkle in his blue eyes when some inspiration sparked. 

Professor Barnes was handsome, to be sure, but he didn’t wear the designation like a medal. Most of the time, he seemed to have misplaced his razor, he couldn’t keep his hair contained in a tie (draping as it did over his forehead), and he wore long sleeves even in the height of Summer, with the cuffs rucked up to his elbows. His concern was always with his students’ success, not his appearance. It was hard not to adore someone for whom teaching wasn’t his gateway into the arms of popularity or politics. 

The only arms he fell into were hers, and he didn’t think himself worthy of that.

She kicked herself for not thinking about how something as simple as asking him for a drink could put him in an ethical conundrum. If the Dean found out he slept with a student, even someone only a few years his junior, he could be fired in disgrace. No wonder he resigned.

She slumped down in her chair. What had she done?

–

He stared at the envelope–well, the corner, anyway, which bore her name. Alpine’s snowy puff of a belly obscured the rest of the words. Bucky’s curiosity got the best of him, and he liberated the letter. The cat made a sullen mewl. He scratched her chin.

He’d wallowed for two days in his dark apartment, so he winced as he turned on the side table lamp. The envelope was postmarked in the East Village, but bore no return address. With one finger, Bucky broke open the seal.

A wave of lilac perfume filled his nostrils, pushing him deeper into the cushions of his sofa. He unfolded the paper within.

JB– Enclosed you’ll find several items which I hope you will do me the honor of reading. As you have deemed any of my non-poetic works ‘trite’ compared to those performed in my workshop, I have also included poems to pad the delivery. I hope this note finds you. I’d wish that it found you well, but you’d think I was being sarcastic. But all I want is for it to reach you, in whatever shape or form you’ve taken. Does that form still give critique? I have to submit three of these poems to complete my thesis by next Monday. You’re still the only person I trust. You’d do better, I think, with *more* of me. If you read the poem more closely, you’d remember the line directly following: ‘but I will waste and waste like something unheavenly’ I’m unheavenly, JB. Please write back. I don’t care if you have nothing to say. Mike will get it to me.

His heart lurched. Mike? The letter was unsigned. She did indeed send poems, eight in total. He read them. Three, four times. The more he perused them, the lighter he felt. 

He chose his favorites, or at least his top five (not including the two he gave honorable mention), and wrote down his thoughts as quickly as his fingers could go under each poem, as he had in the run up to her fellowship, attempting to advise her all the way from New York–’it’s a vivid word but ‘aqueous’ drags, pick something which doesn’t take away from the cadence’--’you’ve got something here, I wonder how it would read if you broke at conjunctions’--’this isn’t hitting. I think it’s got something to do with the focus. It’s too outward. Point inward, you’ll be there.’

Something else in the envelope caught his eye: a business card for a whiskey bar called ‘Howlers’, which appeared to be a joint in Bed-Stuy, just fifteen minutes away on foot (according to his gps app). He flipped the card. 

Ask for Mike.

–

The bar was dimly lit, but packed. Most of the crowd had a decade on Bucky, maybe more, and there were few places to perch next to the bar to draw the bartender’s eye–perch, but not sit; it must have been ladies’ night, because women in tight jeans and faux leather jackets shared stools, a cheek apiece on the wooden circles topping the seating (many of whom became acquainted because they pressed their hips together). 

Bucky meandered through the crowd. The only person he could easily identify as working for Howlers was the bartender, so Bucky did his best to hug the far wall and sidle up next to the pick-up plane, where servers might have restocked trays of drinks, if there was a server to be had. The bartender gave him a nod, but took almost ten minutes to step away from a slew of customized martinis. By the time he approached Bucky, Bucky had gotten unwillingly dragged into a conversation with a pair of women celebrating a recent divorce, by virtue of being a man who they could ply with questions like why DO men leave their underwear on the floor? For Bucky’s part, all he could do was shrug. Bucky was fastidious at home–call it his Army conditioning, or the ever-present anxiety thrumming through his veins. He could not speak to such an epidemic.

“What can I getcha?” The bartender braced against the mahogany counter. “Please don’t say a martini.”

“No, uh–Mike?”

“You got ‘im.”

Bucky extended the envelope toward him. “I am supposed to give this to you.” The shell of his ears burned as he flushed. 

Mike raised an eyebrow. “So. You’re the guy.” He didn’t take the envelope. In fact, he whistled at the divorcees beside Bucky, and pointed to a newly vacated hightop against the far wall. The women squealed and abandoned their stool. Mike gestured for Bucky to sit.

Bucky did, but every nerve in his body told him not to. If Mike hadn’t set a tumblr on a napkin in front of him, and poured two fingers of Bucky’s favorite scotch therein, he probably would have fled, envelope be damned. But he understood: find Mike, stay for a drink. Of course she couldn’t let him make the drop and run…

“Was she right?” Mike asked, pointing to the glass. “Fifteen year.”

Bucky sighed. “Yeah.”

Mike snorted. “She annoys the shitta me too, man, but it’s part of her charm.” He was flagged down by more patrons at the other side of the bar, so the bartender left Bucky to his drink.

A lock of hair escaped from his ponytail, which almost sent him over the edge. Bucky removed the tie and carded both hands through his too-long locks. 

“Didn’t think you’d actually show.”

Bucky would know her voice if he heard it in the depths of a coma. He had memorized the vocalizations in the back of her throat when she disagreed with something in class, her tendency to emphasize adverbs like they had a sharp edge… and the softness with which she said the word you. He closed his eyes, wishing to be swallowed up by the floor.

“Are you okay?” She muttered the question at his elbow, with fingers curling into his sleeve. Bucky didn’t look at her. He took a swig of his drink and let it burn its way down his throat, without the tiniest wince. 

“Guess I sorta get that.” She rubbed his forearm for a moment.

“You’re here,” he growled, because that was certainly the reason why he could in no way be described as ‘okay.’

“Not sure how else to talk to you, given that I don’t have your number and you aren’t responding to email. And as much as I enjoy snail mail correspondence, I’m much more of an instant gratification kinda girl.” She gave the envelope beneath his arm a tug until he lifted it.

Bucky cleared his throat. “I made notes. Going forward, if you need feedback, get with Wilson–”

“No.” She thumbed open the flap. 

He slapped a palm over her fingers as they went for the note card. “Don’t read that, alright.”

“Why?” she tried to pull her hand free, but his grip tightened. 

“It’s irrelevant.”

“Did you tell me to fuck off?” she scoffed.

“Does that sound like me?”

“I don’t know you, Barnes. I thought I did. But I also didn’t peg you as a coward.”

Bucky’s head snapped up in insult, but she had been forced to stand so near to him that her face was inches from his, and the sadness in her eyes hit him. 

“That was harsh,” she said apologetically, but he shook his head.

“Apt, though.”

“Give me ten minutes, at least?” She didn’t wait for him to give his consent, but it was clear he was meant to follow. 

Bucky threw a twenty on the bartop, along with his dignity, and he followed her out the front door. She waited at the curb. By the time he joined her, she was digging in her bag, with a cigarette balanced on her lip. 

“Since when do you smoke?” he asked. 

She smiled from one corner of her mouth, and lit her cigarette with a bright pink lighter. “You found the place okay.”

“The neon sign helped. How do you know Mike?”

“My cousin.” 

“Ah, so. Not a guy friend.”

She laughed off the question. “There’s a park a few blocks west. You wanna walk?”

“Alright.”

They walked, dyssynchronous; she stepped in time with sleepy puffs from her cigarette, while Bucky caught his toes on raised concrete cracks from dragging his feet. She looped her hand through his elbow after a violent shiver, and they were in forced tandem. He told himself–I hate her lilac perfume–even as he held her wrist against his ribs. She grew tired of smoking but kept it upright like a pathetic candle. Waiting. He took it from her. He felt her gaze on his mouth as he took a hit, confirming what he had already suspected: this was his brand. He let the smoke escape slowly from between his teeth to punish her, but all she did was make a titter at the back of her throat.

“I only do it when I drink. But. That’s why.”

“I’m a bad influence.”

“Sure are.” She made a pinching motion with her fingers to ask for it back. 

“What do you want, doll?” He flicked the stub into the gutter, where it hissed against the sludge from the first surprise snow of the Autumn.

“You’re not happy to see me?”

He glared at her out of the corner of his eye. “I think you know the answer already. I came down here because I’m a sucker.”

“Knew it.” She squeezed his arm. “I missed you too.”

It had only been a month since he had last seen her, but god–Bucky missed her with his entire being. From the moment he put his resignation letter in the hands of the Dean, the feeling intensified. The idea of not seeing her tortured him. Talking to her, having her cling to him–it was worse and better, and his heart raced, and he had never wanted to run more. So he covered her hand with his… because he was human, and it was okay to want someone you shouldn’t if nobody saw.

She chose a picnic table by a street light in the small park, and sat with her feet up on the bench. She patted the wood next to her, and Bucky followed suit. 

The silence stretched. He stared at the basketball court, with its orange hoop rings dangling like they’d been swung from one too many times. The woman beside him leaned back on her hands.

“You left your socks,” she said simply. 

“Didn’t even put my shoes back on. Drove home barefoot,” he said. “I don’t know how I didn’t wreck.”

She sighed. “You could’ve stayed, Barnes. James–god, that’s weird. I don’t think I’ve ever said your first name before.”

The corner of his mouth turns up. “‘S not what people usually call me.”

“Right,” she said. “Bucky, yeah? Wilson called you that during the faculty basketball game.”

“You went?” he scoffed. “I was lucky they didn’t make me play the whole time.”

“You’re really bad.” She laughed, and Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It wasn’t about skill.”

“Clearly.”  

Bucky glanced at her. She smiled at him. Before he could think better of it, he brushed her cheek as if he might never get another opportunity. He blew out a slow breath as her skin filled his palm. She leaned into the touch, grasping his wrist.

“I’ve never, ever put myself in jeopardy like this,” he said. “Plenty of girls in my class have batted their eyelashes at me, but–” he shrugged. “Never felt anything except annoyance. And then… you. I’m screwed up about it, doll, you have every right to be pissed–”

“Slow down,” she said. She laced their fingers. “Let’s back up, I’m–I was angry, but I’m not anymore. I’m confused.”

Bucky gulped. “Um. I left, and I didn’t tell you.”

“Yeah.”

He clutched her hand against his knee. “I don’t do that kinda thing. Never. I mean, I’ve done it before but with women I dated, who were totally outside the campus community. They were short-lived–not even relationships. I…”

“You freaked.”

“Do you blame me?” Bucky groaned. “You’re in my class!”

“I didn’t plan it–”

“I’m not blaming you. For me to do that, with my own grad student, stone-cold sober. Thank god neither of us were drunk.”

She let out a long breath. “I didn’t think about it once.”

“No,” Bucky agreed.

“It doesn’t make it better, I realize. But for once in my life… I didn’t rationalize my way out of something that felt good. Kissing you didn’t bring me to my senses, either.”

“Hmm.”

“Was it… did you hate it–?”

“No. Far from it.”

“Then what?”

He couldn’t make the fear in his chest manifest into words, so he tapped the envelope which peeked out of her coat pocket and stood, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Despite the impulse to run, he remained at her feet. Waiting for her to see the declaration he wrote and rewrote a million times. She opened it.

She read it under her breath. Bucky held his. Every second which lapsed without her speaking was agonizing, but he dug his heels in. She deserved that much.

He didn’t hear her scoot off the table, so when her hands came up to cradle his face, he jumped. 

“You are punishing me, too,” she whispered. “Maybe we should’ve thought about it. I own that. But why is the only option never speaking to or seeing me again? Huh?” 

Bucky tugged out of her grasp. “Do you know what the university would do? You might be barred from defending your thesis, or have it blocked from publication, or get expelled–”

“Who am I going to tell?”

He threw his hands in the air. “Your friends! I don’t know!”

“Barnes–I don’t have a circle, here! My best friend lives in Alaska with her wife who works on a fishing boat, and my parents have never heard a detail about my personal life because the entire population of their neighborhood would know in an INSTANT. Unless YOU were planning on telling the Dean, I sure wasn’t!”

“What if photos of us pop up?”

“At my symposium? You’re my mentor–it makes sense for you to be there!” Her protests echoed off the cement court. “I didn’t invite anyone else!”

“You didn’t? There were a lot of people.”

“The whole city of Amherst shows up for this workshop, it’s a big deal! I didn’t know anybody but you and the other poetry fellows.”

“You kissed me.”

“In a cab!”

Bucky put his fists on his hips. “You snuck me into student housing.”

She poked him in the chest. “Seemed more appropriate than straddling you in the back of a taxi!” Bucky opened his mouth to say more but she clamped her hand over his mouth. “You didn’t resign a tenured teaching position to protect me, so why the hell did you do it?” When she pulled her hand away, she lingered toe-to-toe with him.

Bucky let his head fall back in frustration.

“I’m a shell, doll,” he started. “My ma passed away last year. Should’ve taken a sabbatical. But I pushed through to keep myself busy.” Bucky hazarded a glance at her. She said nothing, but motioned for him to continue. 

“We were a real close family. My sisters are still devastated. If my father hadn’t gone a few summers ago, this would’ve sent him. I’m hollow, doll. Most days I can’t feel a thing.”

“Easier sometimes,” she murmured.

“No. God, it’s miserable. I get addicted to anything that makes me less numb.” Bucky fixed her with a glare. “Then… you asked me to be your advisor. All of a sudden, I looked forward to getting out of bed. Figured I was finally pushing through grief, or something. But I’d go home after meeting with you… empty. I didn’t put it together until you were asleep on my chest.”

She pressed her lips in a thin line. “You think you’re gonna forget her. If you’re happy again.”

Bucky looked away. “I already had, before she died. I never saw her. She lived five blocks from this park, doll, and I didn’t visit. I took it for granted that she would always be there when things slowed down for me.”

“So, when you took me on as an advisor…” 

“Did it to fill up my free time. She asked me every time I saw her when I was gonna have the family I’ve always wanted, and I couldn’t stand to look her in the eye and say I wasn’t trying anymore. Doll–I hate teaching, but I stuck with it because she was so proud of me. She had my book on her bedside table.”

“So do I.” The woman clasped his elbow with a sad smile. “You still would’ve made her proud if you told her you wanted something else. Prouder, still, if you let someone in. Whether or not that someone is Me.”

Bucky’s arms floated upwards, and tentatively hovered at her waist. “With what? What do I have to offer right now?”

“I dunno–”

“Oh, great,” he scoffed.

“No! You’re so smart, but you’re an idiot.” She stood on her tip-toes to level her eyes with his. “You made me feel incredible. Did I return the favor?”

Bucky flushed. “...more than.”

“That’s enough. Doesn’t have to be complicated. You’re a human being–we go through shit times, and it doesn’t make us unworthy of something good.”

“Doll, I did resign because of you, but I didn’t do it to lash out at you. Or because I slept with you–even though it was the ethical thing to do.” Bucky sat with a heavy sigh. “I did it… because you’ve worked so hard. Your thesis work is stunning–those poems are no exception. I have never been as passionate about anything the way you are about words. You made me think there could be something like that, for me.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “When was the last time you did something for yourself?”

Bucky snorted. “Enlisted for Dad. Got out, went to grad school for Ma. Here I am.”

“I forgot you were in the Army.”

“Not something I advertise, doll.”

“No, but I’ve looked at the company photo in your office a million times,” she said. “How’d you get out?”

“Honorable discharge.”

“For?”

“Throwing myself on a grenade.”

“A habit of yours.” She let her head fall against his shoulder. Bucky remained stiff and upright, but he let a sense of warmth at the affectionate position fill him. He almost missed her next words because he was so focused on the sensation of her against his side.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she said. 

“Why?” Bucky couldn’t prevent the question from slipping out. She turned her face so they were nose-to-nose.

“Because I love poetry, but it means nothing if the subject isn’t part of my life. Every poem I write, every goddamn word. They’re about you.”

The sentiment jump-started his heart. It had pumped once a day since his mother died–enough to keep his blood flowing. But with that admission, she renewed him. He scanned over her expression for any sign of hesitation. 

“May I?” His breath tickled her lips. 

She smoothed her hands over the front of his coat. “As much as I want you to, it’s late. I can’t be sure if this is exhaustion, or whiskey, or Bucky. I–” She stopped to touch his jaw. “I can’t kiss you and wake up to nothing, tomorrow. But in the light of day, if you still want to…” Her thumb worried his shallow dimple as she trailed off. Her eyes flicked back and forth, searching to make sure they were on the same page.

Bucky swallowed hard. “I understand.”

“You can give me your number.” She fished her cell phone out of her back pocket and unlocked it so he could type his number in. He did so, and when she presented her cheek… Bucky leaned down and brushed his mouth against her skin. She giggled when he dithered a hare’s breath from her lips.

“I’ll text you, so you have mine,” she said softly.

“I, um.” He swiped his thumb over his bottom lip. “I have to clean out my office this weekend.” 

“...do you want help?”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

“I can move my schedule around. Make some time for you.” She nudged his arm, and then tucked the nearly-forgotten envelope into her pocket. “Call me?” She turned, swinging her bag over one shoulder.

“Hey, doll–”

She stopped, peering back at him.

“I didn’t say it at your symposium, but I’m proud of you.”

She straightened, and her mouth twisted like she was trying not to cry. “Thanks, Professor.” 

Bucky watched her walk away in the direction of the nearest train station until she disappeared into the shadows. His phone vibrated in his pocket. A text from an unknown number.

I’m proud of you too.

Bucky stared at those five liberating words. He didn’t reply, but about two minutes later, another text arrived from the same number.

Howlers is hiring. Barback. 12/hr plus tips. Ask Mike.

–

She waited in the shadow of a tree at the end of a block, and watched his mouth turn up in a smile as he read her second message. Walking away after he asked to kiss her had been nearly impossible; the hairs on her body stood up, craving the deepest level of intimacy they had shared before, but if he wanted to make things right, he needed to do it for himself. 

Still, it was something to hang her hope on. More than a cryptic note, or no words at all.

Her phone chimed.

BUCKY: thank you doll BUCKY: i really did miss you

–

Us

you will do better the less you have of me

but I will waste and waste like something unheavenly.

what feeds you might bleed me but

mete out my punishment gently.

Part 2

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[indigostudies]

some study tips i’ve picked up over time! not all of them will apply to everyone, but these are the ones i’ve found useful.

- if i’m in a completely silent area, i’m much more likely to be distracted due to a lack of stimulus, so i bring earbuds with me so i can have music playing while i’m working. for me, the best sort of music is music that i’ve already listened to—it gets somewhat tuned out and turned into background noise, whereas new music catches my attention and distracts me from what i’m doing (foreign language music in a language i do NOT understand also works!)

- hydration and food!!!! i usually eat first, and then study—i have a much easier time focusing if im not hungry. for water, it’s imperative for me to keep my water bottle nearby and full—as soon as i run out of water, i make myself get up and fill it back up again, because i’m prone to dehydration headaches and drowsiness, which impedes my workflow.

- taking notes by hand! specifically, i take all my notes in onenote, which automatically lengthens the page as you reach the bottom, and has multiple different types of pen options, and options to display grids and lines. this cuts out my need to remember to bring specific notebooks on specific days, since i always bring my laptop with me—i make a new notebook each quarter, and then create a section for each class i have, and a new page of notes each day. i find that handwriting my notes helps me remember the material better. (also, it’s far less expensive to use onenote than to buy new notebooks each quarter.)

- repetition, repetition, repetition! i have a TOFU deck dedicated specifically to my chinese vocab, and i use anki for flashcards for my other classes (i used anki a LOT in my intro to linguistics course, because i found it hard to remember the place/manner of articulation and language families by myself).

- don’t be afraid to ask questions in class! usually if you’re confused by something, a prof will be more than willing to explain it—and if they don’t have time in class, you should email them or go to their office hours. if you have a hard time articulating yourself on the spot, the latter options might be better—you can write out your questions beforehand and articulate yourself, and then either send them as an email or take them with you to office hours.

- find some variation of study time that works best for you—personally, i study for half an hour, then allow myself ten minutes to do something unrelated (tumblr, read a book, grab a snack, etc). you might prefer the traditional pomodoro method, or maybe something else!

- when studying for exams/quizzes or reading assigned papers/texts, i set some sort of goal with a reward tied to the end. for example, if i need to read three research papers within the day, i’ll allow myself to watch an episode of a show i like after reading each paper (usually this works best with shows under 45 minutes per episode—otherwise i “fall out” of studying mode and it’s hard to start again). this way i get to do something fun, while also feeling like i’m accomplishing the academic things i need to do.

- rewrite notes before exams! usually people recommend you make a study guide, but that’s something i struggle to do, so instead, i’ll go through my notes and write down anything i couldn’t remember onto a new note sheet—this way, i review what’s already in my mind and reinforce it, as well as reminding myself of things that i may not be as familiar with.

- be aware of your degree requirements when planning what classes you’ll take! this will save you headache in the long run, reducing the likelihood that you’ll miss a requirement and have to study longer than you were expecting. i’ve personally never been in this situation, but i know others who have, and it’s very frustrating.

- plan times where you do something besides academic work! this was the hardest for me, because academics, and specifically what i’m studying, are my greatest passion, but if you don’t have something else, non-academic related, to do, you run the risk of burning out very quickly. look around campus, or on announcement boards—there’s probably posters or posts about various clubs, activities, etc! for me personally, i swim a couple times a week at the gym, go to craft nights after class, and attend open lectures hosted by the departments i’m in, or ones that simply interest me.

- if you’re studying a language, find a way to incorporate that into your life! get to know your peers, join a language club on campus, or attend speaking sessions, if your professor offers them.

- if your class has practice exams, take them! these are a great way to figure out what areas you’re less sure of, and can help you figure out what you need to focus on when you study for your exams.

- always take extra credit if possible. you never know when you might have a bad day, and forget to turn in an assignment or miss class, and extra credit is one of the first ways you can be proactive about this.

- don’t get upset at yourself for not being able to do things the same way your peers can! for me, this means that when i get back to my dorm after classes end for the day, i spend at least two hours just laying in my bed, because i have no physical or mental wherewithal to do anything but, at most, scroll tumblr or read an ebook. you might have to find unique ways to compensate for these differences—for example, if i have three assignments due at the end of the week, i do them over multiple days rather than trying to rush and do them all the night before they’re due—, but in the long run, you’ll do better both mentally and academically.

#indigostudies #if anyone has specific questions i can also answer those! but i thought these might be helpful :) #indigo ink

[existential-angstt]

Pay Attention Please (P. 7) // (professor) Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Reader

A/N: hhhhhhhhh i found a tik tok that reminded me of prof!dio, here have it:https://www.tiktok.com/@christianrlocke/video/7219505883754057003?_r=1&_t=8cvfMBYA92Uand uh- on this chapter- no, no, dont thank me. hold the applause. just enjoy :)

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“Excitement” was an understatement for what you felt when you woke up the next day, the day of Professor Morrissey’s next class. All you’d been able to think about for the last two days was your two bodies tangled together, how pretty he was when he slept, dark eyelashes fanned over his pretty cheeks. You took a little extra care to get ready, actually putting on makeup for once and styling your hair. Your roommate was watching you the entire time with such a look on her face but completely silent. 

You sighed. “What?” 

 Your roommate bit her lip a little, holding back a cat that ate the canary grin. “So you gonna fuck him again?” she said flatly, still trying so hard to hold back her grin. You made a little mocking pouty face that broke into a blushy look. “Maybe,” you managed. 

 “Gosh, Y/N, a professor. I never woulda pegged you for the type. Needless to say, I’m happy…. And- are you- going over there tonight?” she eyed your makeup and hair. You did that same little mocking pouty angry face again, even though it was exaggerated and ended in a smile. “Maybe,” you repeated, even though that was certainly at least your hope if not your plan.

 “Good,” she quipped and started typing on her phone. You were pretty sure she was texting some fuckbuddy that it was a go tonight, which made you want to go over to- your mind relished this- Dio’s place even more. 

 You paused when choosing an outfit. You were no prude but you usually dressed a little more modestly- comfortably was a better word. Sweatpants, sweaters… jeans…. You weren’t a sorority girl by any stretch of the imagination. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have things in your arsenal. You decided on a dark green turtleneck sweater and paired it with a short black pleated skirt– something leftover from your dark academia phase and a little too short for you to usually consider it. A lot too short. But today? Oh, today it was perfect. 

 You added some thin see-through tights and some big black boots– you thought it would suit his style, draw him right in like a fly in a trap. After all, you had a convenient back door into some of the things he liked. You were a little self-conscious leaving your dorm but every time that creeping anxiety sent circus mice flipping in your stomach you thought of the noises he made when he fucked you, how he called you princess. It replaced those little circus mice with a burning white heat that made you walk with your shoulders squared and your head high.

 You beat him– and everyone else– to the classroom like usual, sank into your regular seat and waited. He was a little later getting to class than normal and other students had already begun to filter in, making you that much more enthused to see his response to your little outfit. He hurried in and set his things down, hardly noticing you, in a hurry because he was late (at least for him, he was). He got a few things up on the board and once he had all his things set out on his desk ready to begin, his eyes drifted over to you. And stopped. 

 He paused there, frozen– and the other students walking in might've mistaken it for him being lost in thought. But you could see his eyes were locked on your legs, stretched out beneath your desk and perfectly parted– not indecently of course, but enough to garner this reaction. His eyes flicked up to yours and you could see some of that heat there from the other day. Hook, line, and sinker.

 He turned back around and stared at the board for a moment as though consulting its wisdom. You knew– or at least hoped– he was trying to hide the half-boner he suddenly had. You could see his back rise and fall as he took a very deep breath. Definitely the second one then. You watched with sick triumph and a little grin you couldn’t help as he sat back down at his desk and made busy while the rest of the class filtered in. 

 After everyone was in, he got back up and started the lesson. He was doing so well– he didn’t give away any of what you could tell he was feeling. The tension, the… need. He kept his gaze pointedly away from you but every once in a while, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself and his eyes would drift in your direction, specifically your legs. And then he’d catch himself and quickly look anywhere else. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at him. 

 Towards the end of the lesson, he gave the class a worksheet and sat down to grade papers, a little more restrained with his casual glances. You pouted a little that a desk was now in your way, that he was practically hiding from you but worked on your worksheet diligently, sure there would be something in it for you afterward. The classroom phone rang suddenly and sharply through the quiet room and the professor jumped a little. 

 He picked it up, his voice a little jagged from jumping as badly as he did. “Hello, room 113?” He listened to the other end and after a long moment, his face went a little stoney. Unhappy. “I see,” he finally said. A few other students also picked up on his tone and watched him on the phone call, waiting to see what the news was. That giddy horny feeling in your stomach turned to dread as you watched his expressions change. He finally hung up the phone and the class waited with bated breath but he just went back to whatever he was doing, his mouth set in a grim line. 

 What in the hell was that phone call? 

 Class ended sooner than you expected– Professor Morrissey called it early and dismissed everyone. Told them to get an early jump on their homework. As the class emptied out, his eyes fell on you and stayed there– not on your eyes, but lower. The heat in your belly reignited and your heartbeat thrummed in your ears. He got up and gathered his things, his eyes flicking back to yours in a silent invitation. You jumped up and gathered your things and hurried up to the front of the room to meet him but he was already walking out, meaning you were practically jogging to keep up with his long-legged strides.    

He wasn’t giving you hardly any time to keep up, only slowing down once you fell more than five feet behind. You completed your routine, down the stairs, onto the bus- but when you moved to get off at your stop he grabbed your wrist. You froze and looked up at him wide-eyed but he didn’t even look at you, just gave your trapped wrist a squeeze. You stayed put, watching him a moment longer and then dropped your gaze, enjoying that his hand didn’t drop its hold on you.

 At the next stop he gave your wrist a little tug and then let go, moving for the door. You followed and noted that this stop was much closer to his apartment, just up the street from it. He continued with his faster pace, even though for him it seemed a normal pace– you’d never noticed how much he slowed himself down when you two were together simply so you didn’t have to chase after him like a small dog. He was already halfway inside his building when you reached the door. 

 You followed him up and into his apartment and he dropped his stuff just inside the door like last time, letting you come in and do the same. But once you had, he rounded on you and boxed you in, pinning you against the closed front door. All of the breath came rushing out of your chest as all of his weight was pressed against you and you looked up at him with wide startled eyes. 

 He regarded you with those deep brown irises, nearly black in this light, just looking you over, inches away from your face. “Did you think you could wear something like that to tease me?” he said lowly, eyes searching your face. All you could do was look up at him with wide eyes, heat flushing your face and other places. “I need an answer,” he said lowly, shifting against you, not so much grinding or anything but just shifting his hold and how he was resting his weight against you.

 “I- I- don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered out. You knew perfectly well what he meant. He let out a low rumbly noise, not a growl but a sound deep in his chest. You felt his hands grip your wrists and bring them up to pin them against the door on either side of your head, leaning in closer. You could feel his hot breath on your face. Everything was so hot and your skin was prickling and you couldn’t move, just trapped in this tiny space beneath him, his eyes roving over you, mostly your face– your eyes, your mouth, your throat-

 “Don’t pretend– don’t be a brat,” he murmured, leaning so close you thought he was going to kiss you– but he didn’t. And that was part of this act, this teasing. Holding you so close and not really doing anything at all but holding you there under his heavy stare. 

 "I- I don't know what you mean, D-Dio," you stuttered again. He purred low, squeezing your wrists, his nails biting into your flesh. "Let's stick with "sir" for now why don't we?" 

 He shifted against you again, pressing his hips into yours and holding you there firmly. "Say "yes, sir"," he chided lowly, looking up and down your body, eyes lingering on your skirt. 

 "Y- yes-" You moaned, getting lost in the pressure of his hips against yours, his hard cock pressed against you, making your breath catch. "Yes, what, princess? Yes, what?" He pushed your hands a bit higher against the door, above your head a little.

 You whimpered slightly, pushing your hips up towards him to get some sweet friction but he pulled away, his only contact his hands on yours. 

 "Say it," he murmured, eyeing you again, those dark brown eyes burning into you. "Yes- yes, sir, yes- sir," you gasped out, every inch of you on fire. 

 "Good girl," he mumbled as he came crashing in to kiss you deeply, pressing his whole frame against yours, crushing you against the door. You let out a stifled moan and kissed him back desperately, tugging at your hands which were still pinned but his hold on them didn't loosen. 

 The smell of him was in your mouth, in your nose- dark musk and a hint of spice, like pumpkin and cinnamon. He kissed you so sweetly and deeply, the complete opposite of his demeanor up to this point, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth to lick and taste you. He moaned softly against you and you replied with a moan, so responsive under his hands. 

 A second more and he was pulling you away from the door, refusing to break the connection he had with your mouth but walking you step by step back to the bedroom. 

 You followed willingly, letting him guide you, and laughed a little when he grunted, as he'd backed into the doorframe of his bedroom a little. He took the opportunity to pull you inside and push you lightly into the bed. You flopped down against it on your tummy, bent over the end of it. He steadied you with hands on your hips, holding you in that bent-over position. You bit your lip and minutely angled your ass so it was presented to him. 

 He let put a little purr and, left hand still resting on your hip, he moved his right hand up to rub at your ass. You moaned and pushed back against his hand, panting softly against his sheets. His hand started pushing your skirt up and he murmured, "Here's how this is going to go."

 "I'm going to spank you… for being such a teasing little slut all of class– after all, we should remain professional in public," he said, still rubbing at your ass. Your heart was thrumming in your ears now and there was a fiery tingle at the bottom of your stomach. 

 "I'm going to spank you and you're going to count. If you mess up, you start again. If you mess up twice… well. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it but… you won't like it," he said in a deep low voice that made you shudder. He gave your ass a squeeze and said, "Say, "Yes, sir"," 

 "Y- yes, sir," you moaned. This was going to be hard. He leaned in closer, pressing his cock into your ass and hissed in your ear, "And no stammering or you begin again." You moaned again, panting softly, heart still racing. 

 He paused a moment and then gave your ass a swift spank. "I didn't hear a "yes, sir" princess," he hummed, clearly enjoying himself. You cried out at the strike, arching your back more to push your ass toward him. "Y- yes, sir-" You steeled yourself not to stammer again, "Yes, sir."

 "That's my good girl," he praised, rubbing at where he'd just smacked you before delivering another, slightly softer spank. He paused, waiting. 

 "One," you said firmly, fighting an unevenness in your voice. You could hear the smirk on his face when he said, "Very good." He spanked again, a little harder this time, his hand remaining on your ass to soothe it. You moaned at the thought of what kind of marks would be left on your ass from his pretty hands and his pretty rings-

 "Start again," he huffed, smacking you harder. You cried out again, the cry becoming a moan as you repeated, "One."

 He smacked again, making such a pretty fucking sound that made your cunt tingle. "Two," you panted out. 

 Another stroke, another moan from you. "Three," you choked out. He spanked again sharply. "Four," you gasped out, hips bucking. 

 "Fuck look at you," he murmured, rubbing a soothing hand over your ass again. He gave you another spank. "F-ive," you choked, hoping he wouldn't count it as a stammer. But he rubbed at your ass with a little groan, grinding into you, dragging his cock against your ass slowly. You listened to his breathing quicken and change, your ass stinging from the strikes.

"Look at you, good girl," he groaned, pulling back so he could roll you over onto your back. Once you were resituated he was upon you again, devouring you, kissing you hard and deep, his hands exploring. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and holding him against you as you rolled your hips against him for friction, moaning into his mouth. He let you, taking the opportunity to lick into your mouth again, tongues tangling. 

 Still kissing and licking at him, you reached for his hips, for his pants so you could start tugging at his belt eagerly. He let out a deep rumble and one of his hands grabbed yours, pausing against you, his hot breath hitting your face. 

 "Beg for it," he murmured against you, his eyes darker than before. You looked up at him wide-eyed, lips slightly parted and he leaned in to lick at your bottom lip. You shuddered softly and looked up at him again. "Beg," he repeated lowly.

 "Please," you found yourself whimpering up to him, your hand struggling against his hold, reaching for his belt again. "Please," you whined.

 He moaned softly and released your hand, letting you yank at his belt which elicited a grunt. He kissed your neck, nipping lightly as you undid buttons and zippers, tearing off his pants as much as you could. He reached down to help you, stepping out of the pants as he sucked a mark on your neck. 

 A moment later and he was inside you again, the size of his cock just as impressive as the first time. You gasped loudly and moaned and he moaned back, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, princess," he said softly. 

 You whined softly at the name, squeezing him lightly even though you were already tight around him. He hissed a little, gripping your shoulder, and then slowly he started to rock his hips against you, fucking you gently. You let out soft moans with each thrust until you adjusted to him, taking him more easily and pulling him closer with your hands. He kissed sloppily at your neck, still bucking into you. “You take me so well, princess, fuck- such a good girl for me-” 

 You moaned harshly as he nipped at the spot where your neck met your shoulder and moved a bit faster, fucking you harder. You dug your nails into his back, sure you were leaving marks which turned you on all the more. “P-please, Dio- I’m- I’m gonna-” 

 And then all at once he stopped, freezing mid-thrust and you blinked your eyes open at him, looking up. He was smirking down at you, panting softly, and just stopped. You whined, squirming, trying to get him to move, but he reached down and pinned your arms again. “What did we say about what you can call me?” he said lowly, leaning in really close and pressing the softest faintest kisses across your mouth and face. You moaned softly, clit still throbbing at how close you were, the coil in your gut still tight and sensitive. He gave a sharp rut and you let out a choked whimper, heart racing. 

 “P- please, sir, please- please- le- let me cum, please-” you begged. He slowly started moving again, taking his time to pick up speed, eyes on you the whole time. When you turned your head and let your eyes close again just to feel him, he said, “Look at me.” You did as he said and he kept his eyes on yours, fucking you harder. You could feel yourself drawing close again and you gasped softly, determined not to say anything so he couldn’t deny you again. But he caught it– and, as he watched your expressions closely, he was able to once again bring you right to the edge and then just halt, your pussy throbbing and aching without the sweet relief of orgasm. 

 You whimpered, a few tears drawing to your eyes at the neediness. “D- s-sir, please- please,” you whined, a few tears falling. He looked satisfied but softened a little, starting to move again. “Call me dio,” he mumbled to you, kissing at the fallen tears on your cheeks, licking them up as he thrust into you. “D- Dio, Dio, Dio, D- Dio-” 

 “Cum for me princess,” he commanded, moving his hips faster and reaching down to touch your clit. You could barely hold it back for that permission but once it was spoken you were over with. You came with a shout, your back arching, gripping onto him tightly in every sense, nails digging into his back. He gasped a little and fucked you through it, meeting his own shortly after. He laid on you for a moment before slowly pulling out with a hiss and shakily getting to his feet. You mewled at the loss but he disappeared out the bedroom door and all you could do was lay there trembling with overstimulation. 

 He came back quickly with a glass of water and a soft towel, which he used to clean you up before very gently feeding you the water, whispering soft “good girl” ‘s to you all the while. After he downed some water himself, he climbed into bed beside you and pulled you tightly into his chest, cradling you there like a teddy bear. You nestled in so softly and fell asleep, feeling safer than you ever had in your life.

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[sunscreenstudies]

Iconic Things My Coding Professors Have Said (Part 4)

"by the way i don't use calculators to calculate things, I use python, which is what all intelligent and slightly masochistic programmers do"

Prof: "you probably don't love numpy yet, but you will do"   Student: "what if it doesn't love me back?"   Prof: "don't worry, it loves you already, you just need some couples therapy"

"so what can we say about this plot? well, we've already seen that it won't win a beauty contest”

"shall we have a go at this exercise together?"   *30 dead exhausted so done faces stare back at him blankly*   "i love your enthusisam for my life's work"

"the more plots you have, the happier the people are... especially the stupid ones"

"pandas is my favourite python library. it sounds very cute... its not, but it sounds very cute"

Student: "using ‘self’ is just a convention, right? you could add whatever you want in there?"   Prof: "... yes, but no"

"what does lambda do?"   *silence*   okay, first of all, what is lambda?"   *muttering from the back*   "a pain in the ass"

"sometimes i think that we're getting places, but then i see your tired weary faces staring back at me, so horribly aged by python and life"

"we still need to add that weird ‘self’ thingy as the first argument"

Powerpoint Slides: "Python gives whitespace semantic meaning but most other programming languages don't treat whitespace in such a way. Instead, they use a separate keyword like ‘endif’ or punctuation like } to end the ‘if’ statement. The proponents of those languages (you can call them haters if you want), say that Python is crazy. Python fans call it beautiful."

"It comes from when we had to teach online during the pandemic, and three hour online sessions was just... devestating for everyone"

"We also have a private folder where we share all the... interesting things"   *awkward silence*   "NOT LIKE THAT!"

"These datasets will be engaging... or at least that's the plan"

Prof: "first of all, how are you guys doing? it's the end of code bootcamp, how are we feeling?”  *everyone starts laughing*  Prof: “... okay, so you guys are laughing instead of crying, that’s a good sign right?"    Student: "we're laughing because if we don't laugh, then we will cry" 

"So I'm not going to read through these slides in class because it's really boring and i can't believe i chose this for a career but here we are"

*Prof’s laptop wallpaper is a cat*   "There's my fur baby"   Student: "What's the name of your cat?"    Prof: "Mia. Officially it's after the song by Abba, but in reality it's short for Meow"

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7  | Part 8

Part 9  | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

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