#pls you need to concentrate on studying for this test

[ryllen]

okay, sebek has portrait on the wall, but does he have any photo stashed somewhere else that he j u s t doesn't show?

#twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #twst yuu #twst mc #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #okay god no more begging myself #pls you need to concentrate on studying for this test

[kannymaei]

Beyond All-Knowing (EWTG - Special Chapter 1) Jing Yuan x Reader

MASTERLIST

Author's Note: This has been in my drafts for like idk 5(?) months or 6 months (Teya if you're reading this, pls dont read this bc this is def someone else's personality smh ASOINDJADKANDAK :crocodile: :pensive:) I'm just happy this is alrd posten I aint doing this again jk jk

Synopsis: When you and Jing Yuan were sent to a mission to attempt testing some experimental medicine to mara-struck soldiers but it seemed to have a different side effect.

Genre: SMUT (ITS NOT ME, I THINK ITS SOMEONE ELSE SMH)

WC: 3.4k

"S-s-so! Miss Y/N would you like to…" One of the physician's assistants was about to ask you something when Jing Yuan interrupted. 

"Would she like to what?" Jing Yuan rested his back at the wall and caught your attention. 

"Oh! Jing Yuan, you're here!" You happily replied, the assistant looked like he was upset because of the sudden appearance of the honored one. 

"Y/N why won't you finish getting the herbs so I can finish my share of work." Jing Yuan sighed annoyingly and walked away. 

A few hours later.

“Jing Yuan! I got the herbs you need, as ordered by Sifu… Although I found some weird new herbs growing too and I plucked them out.” You said opening the door to his bedroom-slash-laboratory like, carrying a basket full of herbs and other berries that can be eaten for snacks.

“I’m so frustrated about making herbal medicine, shouldn’t we just pass this responsibility to the physicians?” Jing Yuan rants as he faces the bane of his existence, making herbal tea.

“Well, you are, in fact, a candidate to be the successor of Sifu, you must be all-knowing Jing Yuan.” You sighed and explained to him.

“Let me just give you these herbs…” You added and quickly left the room since Jing Yuan doesn't like to be bothered that much especially when he's studying herbs and medicines.

After roughly 3 hours and a half, Jing Yuan has finally finished making 20 identical vials of very concentrated experimental cure against mara. 

You and Jing Yuan were assigned to a mission where you'd fight against mara stuck soldiers and force them to drink the vial after being revived in battle. It was hard but Jing Liu knew that there's no pair in Xiaozhou Luofu that can execute this mission with no flaws, she knew her students better than anyone.

You and Jing Yuan took your leave and headed to cloudford. 

"Don't you find it odd Jing Yuan, there's no soldiers around here." You said and sighed as your eyes wandered above and beneath every box in the area and not a single mara struck cloud knight was to be found.

"Yeah, it is weird. I wouldn't be even surprised if we were to be ambushed right now by the enemy." He said and laughed as if the two of you would get defeated by a rookie assassin. 

"Say, Jing Yuan, I'm quite curious if you're fancying someone… Perhaps I want to know what kind of ladies you are into. I think it's a privilege to know the future general, the successor of Jing Liu, what's their type, hehe." You said and laughed as you jumped box after box, playing around the area and stopped after you spotted something. 

Jing Yuan was quick to follow you and sneaked behind you. 

"I'm more curious what made you ask that question suddenly… Hmmm, let's see. I would probably love someone that's a carbon copy or someone who shares the same discipline and characteristics of Sifu." He held his chin with his hand and then wrapped them around your waist and pulled you closer and whispered something to your ear. 

"You see, that's the enemy." Jing Yuan pointed out a mara struck soldier sitting in the middle, it appears to have an abnormal behavior compared to other cursed soldiers. 

You and Jing Yuan disappeared in a second to ambush the cursed soldiers quickly to force their revival and attempt to use the vials Jing Yuan had created earlier.

Except everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. 

You and Jing Yuan were completely unaware that the cursed soldiers' abilities had mutated, therefore they wouldn't act the same as the others. 

Instead of being revived, the mara struck soldier has self-destructed in front of you and Jing Yuan and a flash of light has appeared between your eyes. 

Little did you know that, that flash of light was just to blind you temporarily and is something that you should not worry about. 

"Jing Yuan!" You shouted. 

"Y/N, there's a chance that we may have been inflicted with the curse-" Jing Yuan didn't hesitate to drink one vial of the experimental cure that he made because he knew that it's better to be safe than sorry. At that moment, he was quite confident about his knowledge on herbs but he was wrong in one thing. 

As a matter of fact, Jing Yuan did not create a cure at all. It was something different.

You were too slow to stop him from doing so and before you could dash towards him, he had swallowed the entire vial already. 

"Don't worry about me Y/N, let's just… stay here for a moment." He said and sat on a nearby corner, you thought that he sounded like he was tired and assumed that it was probably because of the flash of light that appeared. 

"Then I should also take this vial-" You said but Jing Yuan stopped you from doing so.

"No, if anything goes wrong with me because of the medicine. You would be the one to carry me back in the city and therefore a proper diagnosis can be made. 

Jing Yuan's body temperature began to rise a little and he has sweat profusely. As a response, you took one of your clothing that covers your front and used it to wipe Jing Yuan's sweat which made him have a good view of the cleavage of your lovely soft breasts. 

Jing Yuan has realized that he may have created an aphrodisiac instead of the cure earlier. He was too vulnerable to speak right now because of his blood rushing somewhere else in the bottom of his body because of the beautiful sight that he is currently blessed with right now. 

"Is the vial not working?! D-damn, Maybe you need more. I'll get them for you Jing Yuan." You attempted to find the vials but his manly arms had captivated your entire body, preventing you from finding the vials. 

Due to Jing Yuan's weakened state, you managed to break free and grabbed as many vials as you could gather. You thought that if he doesn't want to drink more of it, he might be still under the control of the curse. 

So you opened 9 vials and poured them in your mouth and kissed Jing Yuan to force him to swallow the vial. 

You wrapped your tongue around his as you were exploring every bit of his mouth when you felt his arms wrapped around your body with one hand traveling its way slowly to your head, pulling you closer to him. 

The two of you shared a passionate kiss together with saliva mixed with the vials stringing out from both of your mouths. 

Your cheek heated up after the kiss, somehow you still have no idea what the vial contains and felt aroused. 

Jing Yuan gently cupped your left breast and you let out a gasp and moaned a little because of his actions. He squished it a little and tried to feel your hardened nipple.

You kissed him again and said in a very seductive tone.

"Let's do this somewhere private like your bedroom or your office~" 

"Does my office sound good to you, hm? Darling?" 

You nodded and kissed him again and he carried you in a bridal way back to the city. 

—

"What happened to Y/N? Is she injured?" The physicians asked when Jing Yuan walked towards his office.

"She's not, just tired. I'll take good care of her." Jing Yuan said as he held you tightly and pulled you closer to him. You realized how huge of a man Jing Yuan is and you're about to be dominated by him. 

He enters his office with you and locks the door as he places you in his bed. Jing Yuan started to remove his clothes leaving his pants, making him half naked. You blushed, admiring seeing his toned body and you knew that you are also the only person seeing Jing Yuan like this. You imagined your hands going on his six-pack abs while kissing him. 

"Like what you see?" He joked about it.

"No, I love it." You smirked and replied.

He joins you in bed and kisses you. 

"Should we continue where we left off?" He said in a seductive manner and you just turned yourself on top of him and pushed him down in bed to just kiss him.

His hands traveled on your thighs, grasping it and pulled your tight skirt up, exposing your soaking wet panties. 

You got up from your kiss and were about to remove your clothes but Jing Yuan stopped you from doing so.

"Allow me to strip you naked, love~" He said in a very deep tone, it felt like he was begging you to make him see every inch of your skin. 

He got up and trailed his hands from your breasts to your waist, down to your ass. 

He kissed your cleavage hardly enough to leave a hickey in the middle and smelled your body. He kept on kissing your breasts as he began to unbutton your clothes. 

Jing Yuan was a few moments away from seeing your lovely soft breasts, his tongue has been aching to lick and play with your hard nipples. 

He looked at you for a moment before pulling away the cloth covering your precious pearls and he was stunned and astonished by how delicate your breasts are. 

He kissed both of your nipples and played with it. You sat on his hardened crotch and began to grind against it. 

Jing Yuan whimpered from your sudden movement. 

"Hngh~ I want to be inside of you-!" He said in your ear. 

You grabbed one of the vials again, the faintly sweet aphrodisiac that brought the two of you into this and poured it down your breasts to lure Jing Yuan. 

He was shocked and immediately grabbed your boob and sucked and licked on every drop of the vial that has been boosting up his sex drive while you continued to grind your soaking pussy against his hard bulge. 

Jing Yuan grabbed the tiny piece of clothing that's covering the last of the remains of your dignity and broke it leaving you completely naked against him. 

He pulled his pants down and whispered "You ready love? This might hurt a little~" He smiled and kissed you. 

You nodded because you haven't had a glimpse of how huge his penis is until you did. 

"W-wait!" You said but you felt a sharp pain as his thick cock slowly made its way inside you. 

"F-fuck, you're so tight love-" Jing Yuan, whimpered as he tried not to move a lot in order not to hurt you. 

"The thought of S-sifu might actually knock on your door right and o-or even little Yangqing coming over, asking if you could p-play with him- The thought of us getting caught in a position like this makes me so h-horny!" You said and moved up and down to adjust yourself but it still hurts a little. 

"You're so beautiful, love" Jing Yuan placed his head on your neck and began to kiss and bite it while he had one of his hands on your back and the other one was playing with your boob. 

"Should I unlock the door?" Jing Yuan jokingly reached out on the door of his bedroom but you struggled to reach for his arm and attempted to stop him from doing so and you felt like his penis as thrusted inside-out of you within those seconds except it no longer hurts. 

You wanted to confirm that something felt really good and you bounced once again and felt the tip of his penis hit your upper walls that helps stimulate your clit. 

You rode his penis slowly and created small moans. 

"I love to hear you create louder sounds like that, princess." Jing Yuan said and began to fuck you. 

"Oh gosh~ Jing Yuan, you're so good~ You're hitting a spot, you're making me feel good-! Gosh! You're going to make me cum!" You said as he held on your thighs tightly and fucked you good, he admired your round breasts bouncing up and down. 

He carried you with his cock inside and went outside his bedroom.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked but he said nothing. He began to wall you on his office door and pound you hard leaving these sounds across the walls of the room. 

"Y-you're going to create suspicions with the workers!" You said. 

"Exactly, moan my name loud or I'll stop fucking you" He ordered and you just began to moan his name out loud. 

"Jing Yuan! You're so good! It's so hard, big, and strong~ Do it harder!" You moaned out loudly and he kept on pounding you harder, enough to make the walls shake. 

On the other side of the wall, Yukong was the first to notice what on heaven's sake was happening in Jing Yuan's office. The other workers had taken notice of it but they just blushed and remained quiet because they have high respect for you and Jing Yuan and should never speak anything bad towards the two of you. 

"Knowing Jing Yuan, I think he wants to show off his ownership against the people fancying Miss Y/N. I'm pretty sure you're well aware that Miss Y/N is a very beautiful lady and being under Jing Liu just makes her one of the most respected women in this place." Yukong stated to some of her workers. 

"Kindly avoid passing through the hallways of Jing Yuan's office or get your salary deducted" She added and the workers nodded. 

Some of the workers that had a crush on you were even jealous and were very curious to see your womanly face in bed. 

But they can't do anything even courting you because as they speak, you are being marked as a part of Jing Yuan's territory that no man has the courage to step foot on.

—

"God darling! You're so good! Can I plant my seed for you?" Jing Yuan asked as he attempted to catch his breath because he's been pounding you non-stop and a knot is beginning to form in his lower abdomen. 

"Yes! Give it all to me! Plant your seed for me!" You moaned out and kissed him. 

"I'm going to give you my children Y/N! I want you to stop training under Sifu and be my wife. I'll swear to protect my wife until the end of time and carry my duties as a husband whilst being the general." He said and began whimpering.

"So the woman that you've been fancying for so long~ was me?" You said and he just kissed you hard with his tongue exploring every bit of your mouth. 

"Y-yeah!" He continued to whimper while thrusting his cock inside and outside. 

"Y-you almost slipped away from my fingers! The assistant of the physician was about to ask you out- I've been wanting you for so long but I never had the courage to do so!" Jing Yuan added as he hardly pushes his big and long cock, destroying you, stirring up your insides. 

"I'm going to make you mine" Were the last words that he said before finishing inside of you.

Jing Yuan doesn't pull out as he wraps his arms around you and spoons you in bed in front of him. You could still feel his pulsating member throbbing inside of you while he brushes your hair and you curl up in front of his toned chest getting ahold of his manly smell. 

"It's gonna be so embarrassing when I come out of your office later" You said and buried your face more onto him, cheeks heating up.

"Who said you'll come out here? You're not going to come out of here until my cock calms down. Let's just… take a rest for now." He said hugging you to sleep. 

—

"Jing Yuan, you aren't slacking off with my task aren't you?" A familiar voice was heard behind the doors. 

Jing Yuan's eyes immediately opened and he stood up naked, trying to find a robe he could cover himself with temporarily.

It's Jing Liu, he could never mistake her voice. 

"Hey-" Jing Yuan opened the door a little but Jing Liu grabbed the handle and opened the door widely. 

"You're… quite different." She said, 

"I was really tired yesterday and the task you gave me took everything outside of myself" Jing Yuan firmly stated as his words hold double meanings. 

"Go prepare yourself… I'll get Y/N in her room" Jing Liu took a deep breath and began walking away when Jing Yuan grabbed her arm. 

"I… I'll get Y/N, err… we were having bets yesterday and had a little fun with the task you gave me." Jing Yuan lied which Jing Liu obviously knew and decided to play it off and have it his way. 

"Whatever." She says. 

—

"Y-Y/N! S-sifu's waiting for us-" Jing Yuan frantically tapped your cheeks in an attempt to wake you up. Your body was wrapped in his blankets due to the mess you made last night. 

Your drowsy eyelids open a little and you see the majestic form of Jing Yuan on top of you. 

"Jing Yuan, I'm too sore to even stand up- Gosh, you're so handsome" You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Y-Y/N, now's not the time for this-" Jing Yuan pulled away as the blanket began to unravel. 

"You had it your way last night!" You said and pinned Jing Yuan in bed. 

Jing Yuan looked away as you began to remove the blanket leaving you completely naked and used it to tie his hands at his back. 

"Look at me, I only want you to look at me" You said as if you were a witch manipulating him, he immediately obliged and looked at your heavenly body. 

As if a few moments ago he was panicking within the presence of Jing Liu, he was immediately focused on you.

You positioned yourself on his pulsating member and caressed his chest slowly with your soft fingers. 

"Y-Y/N, l-let me touch you" Jing Yuan begged as his hands were struggling to be free.

"I guess you need to ask for it" You said as you slid your glistening folds up and down on his cock, enjoying the whimpers that Jing Yuan was creating. 

"Y-Y/N, please let me be inside of you! Slide it gently and slowly-" Jing Yuan said followed by a loud moan when you inserted his member inside of you faster and roughly. 

You gasped.

"That feels good~" You said in his ears before kissing his neck as you indulge in his hard member. 

Jing Yuan takes this opportunity to attempt unraveling the knot that you made on him, making sure that you won't notice a bit. 

You stared at the ceiling with your mouth open wide and tongue out near Jing Yuan's mouth, your breath has become short and it becomes faster as each thrust goes by.

He felt so special that you consented into offering yourself to him.

And at last, he finally untied himself. 

Jing Yuan stared at you enjoying yourself on top of him, he loved how your hands were traveling and your fingers tracing his body.

"I'm about to cum-" You said as you bounced your hips a little faster until you felt your hands on your back. 

"You're having the fun all by yourself" He smirked and grabbed your waist and fucked you rough and faster on that moment. 

You uncontrollably moaned as you felt like your cum was induced and wanted to feel it again to make sure that you weren't rushed into doing it.

"Cream me" You whispered to his ear. 

"I know." He replied back and hugged him tightly, nails burying at his back as he continues to fuck you rough in bed and make sure that you're filled of his cum until you're full and leaking.

—

"Where are your students?" Yukong asked Jing Liu. 

"I supposed they're training somewhere together, they do not wish for me to be involved" Jing Liu sighs as she knew exactly what the two of you were doing. 

—

A month after, Jing Yuan immediately asked for your hand in marriage which you happily agreed to. He couldn't wait any longer to make you his wife. 

He wanted to make sure that everyone sees you as his wife and you get the treatment you deserve. 

Then one day you don't know how to break the news to your husband that there's going to be a new family member that's currently residing in your womb <3

#SCREAMING INTO THE VOID #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr fic #hsr fanfic #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader smut #jing liu #yangqing #jingyuan x you #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #smut #hsr smut #send help #fanfiction #yukong #xianzhou luofu

[batterygarden]

More Aki bf headcannons

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cw: gn!reader sfw but no minors on my page pls

If you’re ever overwhelmed.. Aki is your list maker. He always does it without you noticing—he’ll be like “okay can you repeat all the things you have to get done today one more time…” then he’s ripping a page off his cutesy little fridge notepad when you’re finished talking and it has all of your goals written in a bulleted list. He’ll go through it with you one more time to see which things he can help with. 

Your appointment maker too. And he’ll go to the doctor with you if you’re nervous, holding your hand when you’re talking to people (No matter the appointment or procedure you will force this man to stay in the room; there is no boundaries there) 

He’ll be sitting there clarifying your symptoms for you when the doctor misinterprets things. 

He loves looking at you. This should go without saying—he thinks you’re beautiful and he loves you, but he watches you like it’s his job. 

He doesn’t need entertainment, he doesn’t need something to keep him busy while you’re doing other things—it’s enough for him to just observe you, studying your every movement with a look of content concentration on his face.

He’s just so interested in how you do things—mostly mundane, everyday tasks. He’s conscious of the fact that he can’t view you objectively anymore when the grip of a pencil between your fingers seems endearing and the way you wiggle your arms into shirt sleeves in the morning captivates him more than any movie could. Your careful movements while cooking, the faces you make when you brush your teeth, the way you pick fuzz off clothes—Aki is the one to study it all. 

He’s certain he could fill a library with all the little details he’s noticed, and if one already existed he knows he’d spend every waking minute inside, studying more. 

Aki is the man to claim to not want any pets till you come home with one someday. He’d be sooo grumpy towards you that evening, holding the little furry baby in his arms and staring at it like a mother stares at her newborn child before pausing to glare at you like “I did not okay this >:(“ 

Of course he becomes an instant helicopter dad, taking a billion pictures of the animal, documenting its growth, buying it endless toys and treats.

He ends up spoiling this lil guy way more than you too. 

“He can have a little whipped cream you fucking dictator!” 

He sneezes so loudly probably and you always side eye him and he’s like “sorry for sneezing??? Do you want an apology??” 

He’s a lawfully evil notes app user. Fucking breaking it out when no one’s looking and writing about a questionable thing someone did to talk to you about it later. He takes general notes on people too, writing their birthdays so he doesn’t forget and casually jotting down gift ideas when someone mentions their interests. He’s well within his rights to do all this but to you it feels unfair—like he’s always bringing extra study materials to tests you have to go in blind for. 

“No one’s stopping you from taking notes too. It’s honestly really helpful.” “I’m not gonna stoop to analyzing strangers on my phone, weirdo!” 

Is annoyed at the fact you don’t know how to pirate things. “A torte?” “A torrent!” He looks at you like you just asked a kindergarten level math question. “You need to know this, it’s important. So once you’ve found a magnet link..” 

he treats you like a fucking baby if you’re ever under the influence and he’s not. 

He’ll buckle you in while driving—holding no trust for your drunk brain. 

“Aki noo I can buckle myself!” He glares at you for a second then continues to do it for you but more slowly. 

When you remember that your sober self left a pomegranate in the fridge, you have immediate intentions to cut into that thing but the knife is out of your hand before you can even blink. 

Aki shakes his head while he slices it for you on a cutting board, muttering under his breath about saving money on hospital bills.

Social gatherings with Aki are great, but your favorite part is always getting back home so you can deconstruct the evening. Aki is a grade A gossip I swear, he will bring up all the points you were thinking and more. He LIVES for your cozy nights in pajamas, discussing your friends’ relationship drama and your coworker’s affair. 

He is such a considerate person to live with. He often wakes up before you for work but he’s always tip-toeing around in the mornings not to wake you, shutting cabinets so quietly and taking out pans all slow and careful. He’ll usually leave some of whatever breakfast he made in a Tupperware for you when you finally do awaken, making note of it on his handy fridge sticky notes, always with an added “have a good day, pretty” and a messy lil heart. 

This man has mild anxiety I say!! Especially with sleeping, he can’t do it the same if he isn’t touching you—he needs to know you’re safe and okay next to him.

He also appreciates your frequent texts about nothing in particular for this reason, it keeps him reassured that everything’s okay. 

Speaking of texting, Aki acts like the little memes and videos you send are dumb and his sense of humor is above them, but he secretly finds you SO hilarious. 

Like he chuckles when he’s by himself just thinking of some of the stupid things you’ve sent him. 

One time he saved a reaction pic you sent, never telling you how funny he found it, and sent it to Denji when it worked perfectly in their text conversation like 3 months later. Only the meme was so old by that point that it made him look out of touch :/ 

You remind him of it every time you show him a tweet or something and he doesn’t laugh or react, saying he’ll probably save it and send it to people later in secret. 

If there’s errors no there isn’t <3

I was also given a request for these geared towards shy reader,, hopefully I post that tmrw

#aki hayakawa x reader #chainsaw man #csm x reader #Aki fics #Aki x you #Aki headcannons #Aki fluff #aki x reader #aki hayakawa fluff #aki hayakawa headcanon #aki x you #aki hayakawa x you

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Finn's sleep deprivation comes to bite him in the ass. The issue is technically not solved but hey it's angst so :P. Word count: 3031

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)

Break

The exam results were out. Finally, after weeks of waiting, the fates of every student of Night Raven College were stamped onto a large board, strung up within the hall of mirrors for everyone to see.

Finn stood amongst the crowd of students clamouring to see their results, wincing at the noise. Azul had wandered off to speak to Riddle, greeting the Heartslabyul dorm leader with a grin and an endless string of compliments, and the twins were nowhere to be found.

Finn didn't mind. He was rather occupied with searching for his own position on the board with heavy, tired eyes. Last term, he had been thirteenth in the grade, but he was no longer there, and he couldn't find-

There. Nineteen. He was still in the top twenty but... he dropped six places.

Finn bit his lip and linked his hands together nervously.

No... no, he studied so hard, he went through so much work dozens of times, he asked Azul to quizz him, he... he...

The noise around Finn faded into a haze, and he stared at the board blankly, his mind running wild with a hundred different thoughts. He barely noticed the students brushing past him and snapping at him to move. He just stood there and stared.

Six places. He dropped six places.

"Finn, the bell went. We need to get to class."

Finn turned his head to find Azul looking at him, then turned back to the board. "...Okay."

Azul frowned and followed his gaze, reading through the list until he got to Finn's name and he started.

"Ah. The... potion didn't work, then?"

Finn nodded, and Azul sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me-"

"We're going to be late." Finn abruptly cut him off and began speedwalking down the hallway to the alchemy lab before Azul could protest.

He had a practical now. Not for marks, but a joint class test run for next term. It seemed Crewel had a desire to make his students suffer one last time before the holidays.

No matter. It was fine. Finn was good at alchemy. Well, he was good at getting the ingredients correct, at least. But he was partnered with Riddle. It would be fine.

He was right. Everything was fine at first. Riddle was already there with the cauldron ready, unsurprisingly, reading carefully through the ingredients with his brows furrowed in concentration.

They exchanged greetings and settled into mutual silence, working in a slow, steady tandem.

Finn enjoyed working with Riddle. There was no hesitation, no umming and awing or trying to make small talk. Riddle worked quickly and precisely, without stupid mistakes, and if Finn were to cut something too large or stir too fast, the redhead would correct him and carry on.

Things were going well. The potion was looking perfect, and they were further ahead than most of their classmates.

There were a few times when Finn's vision doubled, and his hands started to shake, but it wasn't anything to worry about.

Finn winced. His head... felt fuzzy. He wasn't dizzy, but he didn't have a headache either. He wasn't an idiot. He knew it had something to do with his lack of sleep the past few weeks.

It wasn't his fault. Ghostly blank stares and the distant sound of high-pitched wailing wasn't something he could magic away.

Still. It wasn't detrimental. He still had dreamless nights, though those were getting rare, and he made up for it during the day. It didn't affect his work. That was much was obvious by the potion's progress. All it needed was a garlic clove and-

The mixture turned dark red instead of golden brown, and Finn blinked.

He heard Riddle gasp and a pit formed in his stomach.

"Finn, you're not supposed to put garlic cloves in a healing potion-!"

Riddle was turning red but trying to calm himself down through sharp, fast-paced breaths.

"You- the whole potion's ruined, I-"

Finn didn't answer him. He stared blankly at the oily surface of the ruined mixture, stupefied. His own reflection stared back at him, sleep deprived eyes and all, and then... five more.

He caught sight of those empty black sockets, and a sharp spike of fear shot through him. He jumped back with a poorly contained yelp, nearly knocking into the person behind him.

Riddle's nostrils flared, and he took off his safety goggles to pinch the bridge of his nose and draw in a deep breath. He put his goggles on the table next to him and stared at Finn with large grey that shone in a mix of anger, frustration, and... concern?

"Finn, you never get ingredients wrong. Are you alright?"

Finn was too surprised to answer at first, but after a moment or two of staring at Riddle, he shook his head. "I'm fine. I misread the ingredients. I apologise."

Riddle furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, unsatisfied with the answer.

Finn suddenly felt very wrong and uncomfortable because this was not what they should be doing, this was not how things went. They can't sit here chatting. They need to restart, to try again. Why was Riddle looking at him like that? Like he cared about him and not the ruined potion? Like he was worried?

"You never make mistakes like that." Riddle insisted. "That's why I like having you as a partner. You look tired, have you been getting enough sleep?"

The question triggered a hundred different memories of the same sequence at once. Get ready for bed, take a dreamless potion, go to sleep, wake up crying, screaming, or thrashing, spend the rest of the night wide awake and too terrified to look at any reflections, rinse and repeat.

"Plenty." Finn said, sounding calmer than he felt. "Empty the cauldron. We'll start again."

Riddle didn't press further, and with their combined efforts, they just barely managed to finish in time for the bell. The potion was rushed and imperfect, but at least it was finished.

Finn apologised to Riddle once again for his mistake and promised to make it up to him, then shuffled off to take off his lab wear.

"Mister Clearcove, pay attention."

Finn's eyes flew open at the sudden voice, and he looked up to see his ancient curses professor giving him a stern look. Wait. Ancient curses? He didn't even remember coming into the classroom. He was just taking off his lab wear, wasn't he?

Did he fall asleep during class? No, he couldn't have. No matter how exhausted he was, he never allowed himself to fall asleep. ...It seemed he had failed this time.

Finn had to fight to stay awake throughout the rest of the day. Every time his eyelids slid shut, they would stay that way until he forced them open again.

The only things that woke him up properly were the brief glimpses of them in the windows, but even those shots of adrenaline were quick to fade, leaving him exhausted yet again.

Finn usually looked forward to clubs, as it was a quiet, pleasant time for him, but now... it was just another obstacle in between him and the end of the day.

Malleus was talking about... something. The history of gothic architecture and its impact, Finn was pretty sure. It was difficult to concentrate on his words.

"Finn." Malleus said, and Finn blinked at him. "You not listening again."

Finn could see the irritated furrow of Malleus' brows, the way his mouth dipped into an expression far too pouty for that of a prince.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, not for the first time. He sent Malleus a tight-lipped smile. "Please, continue. I'll be sure to pay close attention."

By the time his astrology class rolled around, Finn felt like he'd been run over by a train and then wrung out like a cloth.

Peering through the telescope provided by the school made his eyes ache even more, and trying to concentrate on the constellations above them made his head pound.

The stars kept blurring. He couldn't focus on them. His fingers trembled as he tried to sketch with his free hand.

"Your positions are a little off, Clearcove."

Finn clenched his teeth to stop himself from saying something rather foul and raised his head to send Professor Da Costa a smile.

"Thank you, Professor. I'll correct that immediately."

He began erasing his work with furrowed brows, blinking away another brief moment of double vision.

"Are you alright, Clearcove?"

Professor Da Costa was still peering at him, concern flickering in his dark blue eyes. He was always concerned for the well-being of his students, but really, did he have to pry like Riddle?

"I'm fine, professor." Finn said, gnawing in his lip in an attempt to keep the irritation out of his tone.

The professor raised an eyebrow at him but simply nodded his head. "Take care of yourself, Clearcove." He said, smiling a little, then carried on towards the other students.

Finn huffed and went back to peering through the telescope.

By the time his school day officially ended, Finn was bumping into corners and nearly tripping over himself on the way to his room in Octavinelle.

He collapsed onto his bed as if he'd spent all day running with a relieved sigh, pressing his face into his pillow. He was glad to have a room to himself, for once, with no noisy roommates to bother him.

Finn would have fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow if it weren't for the nagging reminder of his shift at Mostro Lounge in the back of his head.

He peeled himself from his bed and rifled through his bedside drawers for the key to his cupboard. He passed by his dressing table, glad he had thrown a sheet over the mirror the night before. But looking at it now made him realise he would have to deal with the reflective surfaces of bottles, glasses, the glass wall, and more.

Thousands of reflections. Thousands of eyes.

Maybe... maybe he should ask Azul if he could take the night off.

'Don't be stupid,' said a little voice in the back of his head. His voice. 'Just because you're together doesn't mean you should expect special treatment. You're not special. You need to pull your weight.'

But he felt so tired.

'Everyone's tired. They don't even hurt you. They just give you bad dreams. What's next, running home crying to Papa?'

Finn growled something crude and pulled his dorm uniform out of the cupboard. He stared at it, at the suit jacket and bow tie and suspenders that promised relentless noise and too many reflections.

He sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Usually, Mostro Lounge was an odd sort of comfort for him. It reminded him of Azul, Jade, and Floyd, and it was peaceful when it was closed.

Now, though, everything Finn could possibly dislike about it was amplified. The lights were so bright it made his eyes water and his head hurt. The hubbub of voices and people eating was pounding inside his head. There were too many reflections.

The polished floor, the glasses, the bottles, the plates... too many things were just reflective enough for Finn to want to blindfold himself.

His eyes were heavy and sore, and Finn was yet again considering asking Azul if he could just... stop. Hang on, he couldn't think about that right now. He was busy.

...What was he doing again? Drinks, right. That was his job. Make drinks, listen for information. Except he couldn't really hear anything very well. Everything around him was just a blur of noise.

Someone ordered... something. That Pomefiore student, yes, he wanted Azul's new special drink.

Finn sucked in a breath, blinking rapidly. He hadn't felt this exhausted in a long time. The dreams had gotten worse recently. He didn't know why. Did they want something? Were they bored of his fear and decided to bring it up a notch?

The sound of glass breaking pulled Finn back into reality. He blinked once. Twice. Tired eyes drifted in the direction of the sound, which was... right at his feet.

Glass shards lay scattered across the once pristine floor, blue and pink liquid slowly forming a small puddle.

A thousand warped reflections of himself gazed at him, a thousand pairs of eyes, and he raised his hand to cover his face, only to find his gloves stained red.

Finn's vision began to blur, and a sudden high pitch ringing began echoing through his ears, and Finn took a step back.

Staff and students alike stared him before slowly turning back to their tasks when his eyes met theirs, a low chatter starting up again.

"I-" Finn turned to look at the second year the drink was for and swallowed. "I apologise. I'll fix that right away."

He went to clear up the mess, silently hoping he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt.

The blurry shape of a cane came into view, hitting the ground with a sharp thud. Finn wondered if he should just crawl into the ground and fade away.

"Finn," Azul's voice was stern. "That's coming out of your pay. You clearly aren't fit to work tonight. You can make up your shift next week."

Finn picked himself off the ground, glass shards in hand, and stared at Azul. "But-"

Azul gripped his arm and led him to a quieter corner, away from the eyes and ears of their fellow students.

To others, it would seem like the Octavinelle dorm leader, strict as he was suave, was pulling Finn aside with a grip strong enough to bruise to deal a punishment.

But for Finn, Azul's grip was tight but not painful. His voice barely filament-thin whisper only Finn could hear, was both serious and... worried.

"Do you want to stay in my room tonight? Or the twins'?"

Finn shook his head. "No, thank you. That won't be necessary."

Azul's grip tightened a little bit. "You're not sleeping-"

"I'll be fine." Finn said, suppressing the urge to just... hold Azul's hand. "I haven't seen them much today."

Azul stared at him for a while before reluctantly releasing his grip. "Tell us if you need something." He said, then walked away.

Floyd and Jade... weren't there. No, they were in the kitchen. Finn wondered if he should tell them he was leaving. ...No, they could figure that out themselves.

Finn left the lounge in a daze, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest.

'Idiot,' hissed that little voice when he shut his bedroom door behind him and sat at his desk and pulled off his gloves. 'You made him angry. Dropping a glass, really now-'

'It was an accident,' Finn's brows furrowed, and he began carefully removing the tiny shards of bloodied glass from his palm. 'I was tired. I blacked out.'

'And broke an expensive glass that only comes in sets. You think he'll accept that pathetic excuse? '

Finn's fingers curled tightly.

'It's always some problem with you. Too tired, too afraid, too overwhelmed. Nightmares, panic attacks, hyperventilating... do you do anything but make the others stress and worry? They probably question if it was worth choosing you.'

"Be quiet." Finn snarled, slamming the tweezer onto the table with a loud bang. The voice went silent.

Finn began rummaging through his drawers to find his makeup remover. It was always a pain trying to get everything off by himself without using a mirror, but he'd rather have sore eyes than look at them.

Getting ready for bed was... difficult. Finn was used to clothes now, but his exhaustion had him struggling to put his pyjamas on like an idiot.

He made the mistake of glancing out the window to see how late it was. It was pitch black outside, so he locked eyes with his own reflection and caught sight of his personal apparitions yet again.

Finn sucked in a breath and stared at the wall instead, undoing his bun and letting his hair fall to his shoulders.

They were still reflected in the window when he finished getting ready, which just irritated and scared him more because this stupid dorm could install an entire restaurant underwater but not a curtain rail for the dorm rooms.

Finn climbed into bed and turned away from the window, stiff and uncomfortable. His eyes, although sore and heavy, refused to shut. Finn felt the dread crawling up his spine, and he kept turning around to check the window. Just in case.

In case of what?

He struggled with keeping his eyes open all day, and now that he could finally sleep, he was wide awake? What a load of bullshit.

Finn threw off his covers and got out of bed. He pulled open his drawer, grabbed two keys, then left.

The twins' room wasn't far from his. In fact, they were on the opposite side of the hall, two doors over. Finn wasn't entirely sure why he was going there.

Finn found himself rummaging through their cupcoards, feeling a little bit pathetic.

Jade's extra scarf was wrapped around his neck, and one of Floyd's jerseys was pulled on quickly, though it was much too big for him.

He wasn't cold, but the warmth he felt then was nice. He felt better. A little more comforted. The twins weren't actually there, but this was close enough.

He exited the twins' room and quickly made his way to Azul's. It was at the very end of the hall, the only door at the dead end wall.

The next thing Finn knew, he was collapsed on Azul's bed, buried under the covers. He felt warm, and he felt safe. He could smell Azul, and he could smell Jade and Floyd. Azul, Jade, and Floyd meant safe.

Finb wrapped his arms tightly around himself, gripping Jade's scarf as if he feared it would run away. His brain seemed satisfied with this setup, even if his siblings were also reflected in Azul's window.

Finally, he felt himself relax and heavy, tired eyes slid shut at last.

-End

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A/N: Sorry if the ending is a little off I didn't know how to end it 🥲

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[neopuppy]

Tutor alpha Jaemin can't concentrate because he can smell clueless airhead reader about to go in heat

good timing💙

warnings. degradation, mean Alpha stuff, fingering

it wasn’t really Jaemin’s decision to tutor you, as if he’d want to spend more time around one of the only Omegas in class who refuses to use scent repressors.

‘it’s not my fault if these dumb meathead Alphas can’t control their hormones. I’m not obligated to waste my money on overpriced soaps for you assholes to keep it in your pants.’

he honestly can’t stand your blatant audacity. self-righteous enough to brag about how proud you are to be an Omega, yet failing every class— including Omegan patriotic history.

“so stupid.” he mutters under his breath, kissing the backs of his teeth while you scribble in the bubbles on the study guide he typed out for you.

“huh?” your ditzy gaze nearly snaps the pencil twirling between his fingers in-half. groaning as he cracks his neck, he scoffs, ripping the packet away from you.

“you aren’t even reading the questions! what the hell is wrong with you!”

“your questions make no sense!” you snap back, more grouchy than usual with your pre-heat rearing its ugly head last night. the laws just had to change before a new semester, restricting Omegas from missing work or school. the expectation being that you’d suffer through it and keep Alphas under control by inhaling prescription heat suppressants.

“no, you’re just dumb.” Jaemin retorts, turning away to exit the classroom he’d scheduled to tutor you in. “stupid Omega.”

“Jaem— ugh..” your rebuttal cuts off, clenching your thighs together, nearly breaking the desk with your bare hands to control a moan from passing.

“you’ve got to be joking.”

the Alphas perfect teeth grit together, pearly whites grinding while opening and shutting his fists at his sides. “you’re even dumber than I gave you credit for.”

“stop!” you whine, dropping your forehead on the desk to cool down the fiery heat incinerating you from the inside. “Alpha.. help me..”

Jaemin’s head falls back, ripping the straps of his bag off to throw aside. his tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth to contain a malicious laugh.

“help you?” thick fingers twist through the back of your hair, clumping together a bunch creating painful tangles between his digits. “you’re literally brainless.”

the Alpha had a point, no amount of scent blocking soap and cream could mask the deep feral musk flowing off his flesh. the aroma surging it’s way past your nostrils, quickly filling your brain with nothing more than the need to submit, beg for any Alpha to fuck you full of pups.

“pl-please Jaem—“

he’s jerking your head side to side, drool leaking out onto the desk before you can get another word out.

“disgusting.” he bites out, pulling on your scalp until your bottom lifts from the seat. chest dragged across the puddle formed on your desk. tossing your head away once he has you fully presented with your ass in the air; the pathetic excuse for a skirt you wore flipping up without any assistance, revealing soaked through ruined underwear.

“can’t even pass a fucking test about your own rank.” he continues to jeer, kneading and groping your meaty mounds. “at least you’re good for one thing.”

a rough smack jostles you forward, coughing between a cracked shout as you lurch. the whack across your ass shooting hot tingles up your spine, throbbing at your lower back in aftermath.

“h-help me Alpha.” he babbles, mocking your high pitched tone. another smack delivered to your already sore bottom, smoothing a thick calloused palm over the exposed bit of cheek. he laughs breathily, nodding to himself as he gathers the drenched cotton fabric of your white panties.

“this is what you needed.” he smacks again, again and again. a string of curses drip off your tongue, drooping on the table with your ankles locked together. kicking and hissing the more he lands harsh stinging hits across your bottom. “needed Alpha to put you in your place, teach you exactly how proper Omegas act.”

“Jaemi— ah, fuck!” the Alpha rips your panties to the side, the stretch of the elastic burning the skin surrounding your core. a heavy wide palm collides with your cunt, bowing your back to arch up, wailing and pleading for mercy.

his rough grip spreads your buttcheeks apart, humiliating you furthermore by making lewd comments about how wet you are, how desperately your hole clamps around emptiness.

“nothing but a stupid hole to fuck full of cum.” the Alpha spews on, adding more misery by prodding two digits in only to the first knuckle.

it’s not enough, too empty, too light-headed. the room spinning as you mindlessly throw your hips back for more. his free arm coming down to lodge against your nape, ripping a squeak from your chest with a chorus of pleasepleaseplease.

“what do you want?” he huffs, thick length digging against your hip compressed by his tight slacks. “don’t tell me you’re too dumb even for that.”

“Alpha! Alpha please! need it, need it!”

“do. better. you. stupid. slut.” he punches out gravelly, thrusting into your hip and buttcheek to emphasize each word. the last piston digging your pelvic bone against the edge of the desk hard enough to hurt, hard enough to spring tears from your eyes.

“please.. pleasepleaseplease..”

Jaemin’s fingers dig in brutally, pumping in and out obscenely. slick spurting out soaking his arm, staining the pristine white collared shirt he ironed everyday before school.

“fuck me! Alpha! please fuck me!” it’s pathetic really, reaching your lowest point of hunger. the cock throbbing against your hip panging up to your chest. a lick of heat fisting your lungs in threat to give your Omega what it wants.

“do you see how much easier this could be if you’d just comply?” Jaemin says proudly, using your back to push himself up. purposely shoving the entirety of his weight down the cut off your air flow. his free hand making work to release himself, full mass hard as a rock landing on your ass with a loud smack echoing through the room.

“let’s find out if you’re too stupid to pass this test.”

#anon #nct hard hours #nct dream hard hours #nct dream smut #jaemin hard hours

[huihuiyi]

tips for studying from d’s to a’s part 2 🧠🪽

not doing so well in school lately? having some focusing issues? getting super distracted yet upset at your grades? yeah me to

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because of this i’ve been getting some pretty bad grades, but they’ve gone up tremendously and here’s how i did it ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢt꒱₊˚⊹

- confidence is key !!

you’re going to hear this a lot lol but it’s true ! making sure you have a positive mindset before studying or doing tests and exams will definitely boost your results. with a negative mindset and thoughts such as “i’m not going to pass this” “i’m so bad” is damaging to your self esteem and mental health, make sure you stay positive and confident towards school!

- practice tests and exams

have an upcoming test or exam you're dreading? if you have bad feeling about a specific test or exam try finding some practice ones. by practicing with these you can improve your ability to answer well in examinations and build the confidence you need to do well. this helped me so much! if you can't find papers to help you practice try searching online or search on quizlet!

- organization

remember to stay ontop of everything! don't wait until the last minute to do your assignments. review your notes constantly and finish your work asap! be organized with yourself like setting up a schedule or having a simple routine can get you really far in school.

- taking breaks

when you're studying or cramming in those last bits of info its crucial to take breaks. taking a walk or eating something nutritious will definitely help you to boost your energy and keep you from getting tired and exhausted. this is so you can have better focus and memorise better. take breaks that are around 10-30 mins, make sure not to use your phone or do anything that distracts you too much! stay focused <3.

- vocabulary practice

expand your vocabulary! this is mainly for subjects like your main language or subjects that use writing such as history or science. read books that are interesting and are educational. like text books, classic novels, recipe books, even magazines could be helpful! want some classic book recommendations? i gotchu, if ur interested pls ask!

- study environments

work and study in a good environment, keep your desk clean and organized. find a place to study that you find it best to concentrate in, away from noise or distractions.

and remember reward yourself, with amazing grades and good breaks because you've worked hard for it !!

if you guys are interested in a part 3 lmk!! + feel free to ask questions any time

- hui🎀

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[obwjam]

so i heard you want requests 🙏 i suggest 17 with a Ghostbuster of your choice. pls?

“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”

"ghostbuster of my choice" is always egon sorry NOT sorry

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“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”

Egon pursed his lips in concentration. He stole a glance downward, realizing that his loose fist had inadvertently tightened around you. “Sorry, Asa,” he stated, keeping his strides long but stable. He adjusted his grip so his thumb was no longer pinning you down. You were injured, after all.

It had been a few months since you were discovered by the scariest group of humans you had ever seen. You knew something was eerie about the apartment whose walls you inhabited, and it all came to a head with the human who owned the place screaming, a disgusting green ghost running rampant and four men dressed in brown jumpsuits causing chaos as they tried to catch it.

After the dust had settled, the walls were left destroyed and you were left out in the open, hurt, confused and terrified. The Ghostbusters had found you, taken you back and patched you up, and you had been living with them ever since. You had built a strong bond with them – Ray, the one who had been so gentle when he first found you, had instantly gained your trust and was like your rock. Winston was the one you went to when everything became too overwhelming and just needed to feel normal for a few minutes. Venkman teased you all the time, but it was out of love – he was like an older brother, or a fun uncle to you.

The only one you couldn’t figure out with Egon. He had insisted on running countless tests and experiments on you, which was a borrower’s worst nightmare. He rarely ever smiled and always looked at you with this cold, stoic expression, like he was studying you instead of regarding you as a real person.

Truthfully, he terrified you, and you never wanted to be left in a room alone with him. Problem was, it was just you and him in the firehouse this afternoon, so of course today was the day that something had to blow up in your face. 

Egon had stayed behind while the other three were off investigating something that Venkman had been complaining wasn't worth their time all week. He had a trove of experiments that he was behind on, and this call didn’t seem that serious. He was deep into some slime samples when he heard a small poof and subsequent thud come from upstairs.

You were working on your own experiment, just on a much smaller scale. Ray had asked you to make adjustments to your own mini proton pack so you could start going on ghost-hunting missions with the gang. He had done as much as he could, making something for someone four inches tall, and he trusted you to finish up.

You don’t know exactly what you did wrong – you always thought of yourself as handy and a quick learner – but a wire got crossed and BOOM! There was a bright flash of light, a deafening sound and all of a sudden, you were falling falling falling until you hit the ground with a thud.

Egon immediately abandoned what he was doing, ripped off his rubber gloves and sprinted up the stairs in a huff. He told Ray this would be a bad idea.

Egon burst into the room, eyes focused on the table he had last seen you on – but you were nowhere to be found. “Asa?” 

You couldn’t move. You could barely speak. The wind had gotten knocked out of you, and you were honestly shocked that you were conscious right now. Egon’s massive form was more like a looming stormcloud than a person.

Egon’s eyes rapidly darted around the room until he realized something – maybe you weren’t hiding or embarrassed.

He softly gasped when he saw you on the floor. You had never looked smaller, even when they had first found you. Your hair was strewn across your face, making it near impossible to see if you were… no. No, you were alive. He knew that with your smaller mass, falls like that wouldn’t kill you – but they would surely hurt. 

He bent down, and that oh-so familiar sinking sensation told you that someone was here. Your breathing picked up in your dazed state as you momentarily forgot who was here with you. It was like you couldn’t see his eyes through his lenses. It was just another scientist in a white lab coat ready to pluck you up before pinning you down. 

Egon sucked the air through his teeth as he slid his hands underneath your fragile body, trying his best not to jolt you around too much as he stood up to his full height. His heart lurched when you struggled in his grip, clearly dazed and scared as to what was going on. Worried he was going to drop you, he curled his fingers loosely around you. 

“Don’t move so much,” he mumbled lowly. “You’re hurt.”

His deadpan voice brought you back to reality. “Egon…?”

He looked down when he heard your strained voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He needed to get you downstairs.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked around frantically for somewhere soft to put you down. If he were broken all over his body and had a giant carrying him, he wouldn’t want to be put down on a cold, hard table.

Eventually, he found a folded up cloth that was clean enough to plop you on. He tilted his hand and you unceremoniously tumbled down, breaking your fall with your one miraculously good arm.

You managed to sit up, clutching your head with a groan as Egon dashed off to who knows where. Thankfully, your breathing was getting better every second. Of all the questions Egon had asked you when they first discovered you, you still haven’t told him about –

You jumped at the sudden clattering noise next to you. Egon had grabbed a handful of supplies, including some sharp, shiny instruments you had only ever seen from afar. The giant scientist grabbed his scissors and a roll of gauze. “This will take a lot quicker if you don’t squirm,” he said as he carefully snipped off a piece.

You began to shiver. “Wh–what–wait, Egon–”

“Why are you sitting up? You’re hurt, Asa,” he said matter-of-factly. “I don’t know why Ray let you mess with a proton pack in the first place. That kind of power could blow a hole through the space-time continuum if you’re not careful. How far was that fall?”

“How am I supposed to know?” you snapped. You were going to pretend that he didn’t just insult you. “Human measurements don’t mean anything to me.”

Egon hummed. “You’re right. It was a few feet, at least. Scaled to you… probably 100 or so. Feet, that is.”

You stared at him. “...Is that far?”

He suddenly turned his gaze to you, eyebrows raised as if you just asked the dumbest question ever, causing you to shrink back. “Asa, that kind of fall would kill someone.”

“Oh.” You watched warily as he continued to snip pieces of that strange white cloth. “What are you–what is that stuff?”

“It’s gauze,” he said simply.

“...which is for what, exactly?”

Egon paused for the shortest of moments. He always struggled with the fact that you were a fully intelligent, fully functional person, yet you didn’t know about the basic mechanics of human society. Half the time, he had to stop himself from talking down to you like a child.

“Your leg is broken. Normal humans would get a cast made of much stronger materials like plaster or fiberglass, but this will do for you. Now, hold still.”

Your eyes widened as his hands descended on you. “No, w-wait–”

Your breath hitched when his hand made contact with your leg, which, for as badly as you wanted to believe it would heal quickly, still hurt like hell. You whined in pain, and it only seemed to worsen when he applied pressure while wrapping the gauze around you. 

“How’s that?” he asked, voice surprisingly soft. It’s not every day he had to patch up a person no bigger than his thumb.

You managed to stand up, trying to get used to the strange feeling of your leg being constrained and stuck straight. You looked up at Spengler, uncomfortable underneath his awed gaze. He was gawking at you like you were some kind of marvel. “How am I supposed to do anything now?”

“We’ll just carry you to where you need to go,” Egon shrugged. “But hold on, I’m not done yet. Your arm–”

“–is fine,” you cut him off. “Seriously, it’s–”

“Look, Asa, you’ve probably got a lot of adrenaline pumping through you right now, but you shouldn’t even be standing.”

“I’m not kidding, I’m fine! I don’t need–”

 “You need to listen to me, Asa. After that kind of fall, I’m surprised you’re even alright. Even being so small, it should have–”

“EGON!” 

He stopped in surprise. You yelled with such force that you might as well have just shouted right into his ear.

“I know you–you’re just trying to help, but…” you paused to take a shaky breath. You hadn’t meant to yell, but you were getting overwhelmed. “But I’m already healing. I should be completely back to normal in a few weeks.”

Egon blinked. “Broken limbs take months to heal, Asa.”

“Not for borrowers,” you mumbled, almost ashamed. “We heal a lot faster than that.”

“Asa…” Egon was beside himself. Rapid healing? That was some real comic book stuff, even for someone who investigated the paranormal for a living. “How come you never told anyone that before? The kind of tests we could run, the things we could learn…”

“Because I’m a person, Egon! I’m not just some–some thing to study!” The normal restraint you had when talking to him was gone. “I’m grateful to you guys for saving me, and–and giving me a place to live. And I don’t mind telling you guys about borrower stuff. But you can’t just–you have to remember that I have feelings, too.”

Egon was lost in thought. Had he really come across as cold? Well, from your perspective, he supposed it made sense. He knew he was rather stoic and serious, and for someone so small in such a giant world, he must have been rather intimidating and scary to you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Asa,” Egon sighed, pulling a chair up and taking a seat. “I suppose I just have a hard time…”

“Thinking of me as a real person?” you guessed. 

“Yeah,” Egon smirked. “That.”

A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you ogled at each other. Truthfully, you were both in a sort of shock that you were this close to someone at such a different size than either of you were used to. You were still getting over your baked-in fear of giants, and Egon was still struggling to truly understand your intelligence, but maybe you just had to spend more time with each other to get over it.

“Well, I appreciate you making me this… cast,” you offered, gesturing sheepishly to the gauze. “It might not take months to heal, but it still hurts like a bitch right now.”

Egon cracked a smile. “You sure you don’t need any others?”

Truthfully, you could probably make do without any others, but if this was Egon’s way of helping…

“Maybe you could make me one for my arm,” you said, lifting the busted limb up as far as it could go. 

“I can do that,” he started, rolling more gauze out, “but only if you tell me more about that special healing of yours.”

You chuckled, but something in the tone of his voice was sincere. He wouldn’t have a free hand to jot down notes at lightning speed like he usually does. Maybe he was asking… just because he wanted to get to know you more.

“Alright, Spengler. You got yourself a deal.”

#i'm kind of proud of this??? #egon my absolute beloved #i like changed his characterization halfway through lmao #he has to learn to be soft damn it #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #ghostbusters

[alphabetatoes]

Roll for Action (e.m. x reader)

a.n.: had this idea for a fic and needed to write it. just a couple o nerds being geeks! not proofread- but when do i ever? also if anyone knows how to tab a paragraoh or a keyboard shortcut pls lmk bc every time i press the tab key it takes me to the tags of the posts ;-; anyways- enjoy!

It was the night before the final meeting for Eddie’s latest DnD campaign and you were at the trailer helping to proofread the final bits and pieces.

‘It’s gonna be a shit show, in the best way possible!” Edward “Cause All the Chaos” Munson grinned as he gave you a play-by-play of the final battle.

You adored seeing him get so excited about his passions. Seeing those pretty brown eyes light  up any time he spoke on his favorite topics absolutely melted your heart. 

It was almost inevitable for him to ask you to help with his campaigns after y’all started to hang out on a rather consistent basis. Since the both of you were invited to join Steve’s group of friends around the same time, y’all had the benefit of being on the same playing field friend & relationship wise. There was no denying  that you had developed feelings for him, but you weren’t too sure how he felt. The boy could write a flawless character study on his own DnD creations, but his inner thoughts and feelings were a mish mash of confusion. Sure, you’d caught him leering at you every once in a while, but was it a “I’ve been in love with you ever since we first met!” stare, or was it one saying “Dude, you have something on your face.” 

Ed’s voice snapped you back to reality.

“I was asking if you wanted to see how the final boss would meet their demise.”

He played it out for you. It was a masterpiece. Of course it was. You’d expect no less from him.

“I was thinking… what if I added something else?” Eddie couldn’t help but smirk when he asked you.

“I’m listening.” You had no idea where he could be going with this.

“What if I roll to take action?”HIs smirk grew to a grin.

“What type of action are we talking about, Munson?”

“A kiss.” He was nervous- testing the waters to see if he might’ve crit one’d himself before he even got the chance to roll.

“I’ll need you to roll a 20 on that.” The bar was set high, but you were bargaining with whatever higher power to guarantee the die land on the magic number.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” His face changed to one of pure concentration. This was probably the most important roll of his career. The die hit the table with a thud, and you awaited your fate.

“Alright Eddie, show me what you got.”

“Nat 20.”, he smirked. At this point, the both of you were filled with giddiness and struggling not to blush too much.

 “A deal’s a deal.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things s4

[qvid-pro-qvo]

okay but what about sereshace + somebody having to study for some kind of exam + whatever song applies from your shuffle 💜 (pls & thank you)

6. top of my school - katherine lynn-rose. this got long, sorry, but hey, full fic?

And some people know that they're destined to fly I'll go all out Ace every test No doubt Outdo all the rest Don't pout Or settle for second best

Bradley hasn't heard from Jake in a while. And while normally it wouldn't be an issue, there's a nagging feeling in the back of his head that tells him it might be good to check on him.

Of course, he won't admit to anyone that's what he's doing at 10:00 PM on a Friday. As far as most people are concerned, him and Jake are bitter rivals, and Bradley doesn't contradict them. They have been rivals, seated on opposite ends of every class they've shared since the freshman year. While he and Natasha Trace found an alliance in each other (mostly due to their intense love of Red Bull and flight mechanics), he and Jake seemed to only claw at each other's throats, much to Nat's chagrin.

"Boys, you're both pretty," she'd often lament when the inevitable group projects paired them together (never by choice, of course), "and I've got a caffeine headache. Please, please, shut up and pick a variable."

But something changed this year. Maybe it was the level of coursework and the shared realization that any focus on a competition only took away from the fact that their lives were now destined to suck. Maybe it was the group projects, too many nights crashing on each other's couches after arguing about propulsion systems to truly hate each other. Maybe it was Natasha, who despite their constant bickering seemed to like the both of them (and yet would never admit it, even to their faces).

Anyway, Bradley feels the need to check on Jake Seresin. He hasn't gotten a text from him all day (not even one bragging about solving the practice set), and so by 10:00 his worry has built to uncomfortable levels. He texts Natasha, too, to see if she's heard from him, but her response is a quick you're worried, too? and a promise to meet him in the engineering library.

They get there at around 10:30. Backpacks shouldered, food in hand. With a shared look the two of them scale the stairs, moving in sync to the spot that started off at Bradley's and then Nat and Bradley's and then Jake, Nat, and Bradley's.

And of course, as expected, there he is. Jake Seresin. In his spot. In their spot.

Looking... rough.

The grip on his pencil is white knuckled as he mouths out formulas. His punching at the calculator is aggressive, and Bradley winces as he curses and shoves it aside. A few moments later, the two of them watch as he writes down something, erases it furiously, and then shoves the paper aside with... force.

Bradley has an inkling that after class Jake came straight here. Crumpled paper is piled up in the trashcan by their table, and the whiteboards look less than white with the amount of rubbed out dry erase. He recognizes the problem, the one assigned earlier that day. The one they said they'd work on together tomorrow.

"Seresin?" he calls out. No response.

"Jake?" Natasha says, a little louder. Still no answer.

Jake doesn't even look up from the table. His brow is furrowed so intensely that Bradley shares another look with Nat as they listen to the squeak of the Expo marker. Her eyes narrow at him, before walking up and placing the bag of food on the table right over Jake's paper.

"Evening, hotshot," she says, as he's jolted from his concentration. "Food break?"

The sudden movement makes Jake jump, and he looks up with anger at them. "What the fuck, Trace?" he snaps, moving the food off of his paper. "You're gonna get burger grease on my goddamn problem set."

"Our problem set, don't be selfish," Bradley retorts, smirking.

"I got a head start, Bradshaw, all right?" Jake grumbles, and crosses his arms over his chest. "Wanted to look it over. My... head didn't quite wrap around..."

And then he clams up. Mouth slams shut, and he hunkers down. Avoids their gaze. Bradley sees the bags under his eyes, anyway.

"I thought we said we'd get it done tomorrow," Natasha asks him, moving to sit at the table and poking at him. "What happened to teamwork makes the dream work?"

"Yeah, and ignoring the fact that Natasha dreams about us," Bradley jokes, which earns him a sharp kick in the shin, "it seems straightforward, right? If we all put our heads together..."

Immediately Jake seems to deflate, and Bradley realizes just how much his foot has gone in his mouth when Natasha glares at him. "I mean, it's certainly advanced -"

"Whatever," Jake says, shoving back from the table, away from them. His hand tosses his pencil onto it. "Can you guys just leave me alone?"

"We can help," Natasha counters, pushing closer to him. Bradley steps closer to, even as Jake scowls at him. "We can. What part doesn't make sense?"

"Trace -"

"Seresin. Just spill. What don't you understand?"

And then... something cracks. Jake's eyes blink at her, and then Bradley, and he squirms in his seat for a second before biting his lower lip.

"All of it. I don't. I don't get any of it. I... I don't get astrodynamics. It's... it's hard."

It's said with such defeat - like it's the worst thing he could've admitted to them. A shame seems to spread to every part of his body, as he slumps and avoids their gaze, fingers gripping his own sweatshirt with the intensity he held on the pencil.

There's a guilt that lingers in Bradley's gut, as he looks from Jake to Nat to Jake again. How did they not realize how much Jake was struggling? Sure, he always seemed to stay later in class, never seemed satisfied at the end of study sessions, but that was just Jake. Always chasing the goal, always pushing for the top spot. Jake worked and grinded and made it look easy.

And maybe that was the problem - looks can be deceiving.

Finally, Bradley sits down on the other side of Jake. Sighs before nudging the food to him.

"Of course it's hard," he finally tells Jake, whose brow furrows again. "It's a 4000-level course. It's meant to be. It's fucking tough, and Dr. Simpson is an ass. But if you're having trouble, Nat and I can help. You don't have to struggle through it alone. God knows I need all the help I can get... sometimes."

Jake raises a brow at him. "You both hit the top of the curve every time. When have you ever not gotten it by slamming your head into it, Bradshaw?"

Bradley shrugs. "I mean. We both have had struggles. Nat really hated Thermodynamics. Sophomore year was rough."

"And you should've seen how much he pulled out his hair during Solid Mechanics," Natasha says, smirking toward Bradley. "Never shaved because of stress and now we're both stuck with that ridiculous -"

"Hey!" Bradley yelps. Kicks at her, and ends up hitting Jake, who jumps up as Nat chuckles and leans back, satisfied.

But it works. Finally Jake smiles. The tension in his shoulders drops. The furrow between his brows loosens, and Bradley can't help but notice the way that smile lines seem to suit him so much better. "Stuck, huh?" he asks, raising a brow at them. "With both of you?"

"Yup," Nat says, popping the 'p'. "Like glue."

"Both of you are certainly tacky," Jake shoots back, which earns him a pinch from Nat and a snort from Bradley.

"Bad jokes mean you don't get the spicy fries," Natasha tells him, smiling at Bradley as he reaches for Jake's paper, looking over his work. She starts to dig in the bag, passing out the food to all three of them. "Ready to eat?"

"Don't tell me you're staying," Jake says, mouth falling open.

"No more peace and quiet. We're beating astrodynamics into submission," Bradley says firmly. He offers over a fry from his own bag. "Unless you... really want us to go."

And when Jake smiles, it's a full grin. Leans forward and eats the fry straight from Bradley's fingers. "Nope," he says. Popping the 'p'. "You're both stuck with me, too."

"Good," Bradley says. "Now shut up and eat your burger."

#prompt fill #sereshace #jake seresin #natasha trace #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x jake seresin x natasha trace #my fic #my writing #tgm #top gun: maverick #qvo ships tgm #liv :) #college au #this got long #lol shocking for me #food mention #cw food

[neon-green-reagent]

a rant about scanners and revok and cameron no one but me cares about and also i talk about x men too much and a lil star wars

Okay, this is a rant that's been building for literal years. Revok wasn't wrong. It's the Magneto principle. Like, Charles, are you ever gonna get tired of being the world's bitch? Will you ever tire of that? Where you look at Xavier's life and Erik's life, and you realize, ah, two very different journeys. As soon as you learn that Erik was in a concentration camp and his family was killed, you don't even question what he's doing. And as soon as you learn that Xavier has had his ups and downs, but definitely not THAT, you get why it's easy for him to show so much mercy. When you're a kid, who should win feels obvious. When you get older, and you look at all that stuff like the Morlocks and the Sentinels and the "mutant rights act" stuff, it doesn't feel so cut and dry and CLEAN. It feels like Magneto has a right to be angry and lash out and no one should be telling him not to.

That's this. LOL! So a quick rundown of the spoiler-y parts of Scanners. Dr. Ruth is the one who accidentally created scanners with his drug, Ephemerol. It was given to pregnant women, and the babies became scanners. The first scanners were his own children. Darryl, the designated villain. And Cameron, our hero that we've been following the whole movie. So the first time we see Cameron, he's homeless. Dr. Ruth's men pick him up, and Ruth starts giving him Ephemerol, because the very thing that makes a scanner is also the only thing that can soothe the constant cacophony of psychic noise they hear. Immediately, he starts indoctrinating Cameron about how he needs his help, how Revok is evil, and so on. He shows him a film of a younger Revok in some kind of psych ward. Where his powers have made him wild and he's drilling holes in his own head trying to release all the noise. He sets Cameron on a path to Revok to stop him, and Revok reveals he wanted Cameron to find him, because they are brothers. He wants Cameron to rule beside him. Vader and Luke.

So let's start with Cameron. Darryl asks him what his earliest childhood memory is, and Cameron admits he doesn't have any. There's a discussion early on in the movie about how the severity of his powers have made it so he hasn't even developed a personality. He comes off as socially stunted because he can't use the right vocal inflections most of the time. Ruth severely neglected him. He had the power at any time to help Cameron and chose not to. He wanted him to be an empty shell so that he'd follow orders. It's an extreme case of abuse. No doubt. One where he wandered the world alone, not even knowing he had family or being allowed to develop a sense of self.

Darryl. Darryl is a different story. He wasn't neglected or ignored. He was tested, watched, poked, prodded, studied. His powers were allowed to run unchecked just so Ruth could see what would happen. So they could scribble on clipboards when he drilled a hole in his own head from the pain he was in. Throughout the movie, he carries that scar. You can see it on his forehead. His third eye. While Cameron doesn’t have physical scars, Revok does, and that feels intentional. When Revok escaped, he decided to destroy Ruth and bring Cameron to himself. The ultimate triumph. My brother that you tried to use, you don't get to have him. I'll save him. But by the time Cameron got to Darryl, he was already too fucked up by Ruth's mind games, no pun intended.

Now in both the case of Magneto and Revok (and hey, Vader), is it right to take over the world and put everyone under your strict rule because you feel you're a more advanced being who knows best? NO, LOL! No, it is not. Can I understand why they felt this way? Yeah. It's natural for Revok to see how he was treated and want to tear those institutional walls down. To be in a position where he has to hide and can't help his brother. To watch other scanners talk about peace, love, and understanding and feel nothing but bitter when all he's known is pain. 

But there’s a thread of Revok’s scanner world domination plan that shows how his pain has corrupted him beyond being able to know what’s best. He wants an army of scanners serving under him, and he talks about using the new generation, currently unborn, to be that army. Cameron isn't wrong to call him out for that and compare him to Ruth. I mean, he's talking about child soldiers. He's talking about a fate that wouldn't be unlike his and Cameron's childhoods. And Cameron points this out, but Revok refuses to see it, which tells me... in his mind, he would've done it differently? Treated them better. Given them more rights and comforts, something. Or maybe he’s just too far gone to see that this would be wrong and continue a cycle of abuse. Either way, I can still see Cam's point, LOL! They don't get to discuss nuance, because then they just start having a... brotherly tussle with their minds.

I said all this to say that... the ending of that first film is, I think, supposed to be a little more of a mixed bag. Did the right people win? Are they too weak to handle the coming tide against scanners? Did they need Revok, and now he's been destroyed? Could Revok have been saved, converted to a more non-violent and non-abusive way of thinking about the future of scanners? I don't think it was a full victory. And the sequels don't go the "should Revok have died?" route. (Though I do love and appreciate the sequels.) They take for granted that Cam was the hero, and he won, and that's right for the world. And I'm more like WAS IT THO? WAS IT? Like Xavier and Magneto, it’s more complicated than hero win, villain bad. 

#scanners #darryl revok

[lostfracturess]

symptoms and causes | ch. 02

ღ pairing professor gojo x med student reader

ღ summary he's arrogant, self-centered, and he's your professor. renowned for his brilliance in neurosurgery and infamous for his allure. too bad you have to work with him on this research team. now you're stuck with dr. satoru gojo, delving into the complexities of both the brain and the heart—and of how far you'd go for a love that could destroy not only him but you as well.

ღ wc 6.1 k

ღ warnings [18+] this story contains substance abuse/addiction, (rough) smut, mature themes, self-destructive behavior, (heavy) angst, mentions of death / illness / blood / abuse, graphic medical procedures. reader discretion is advised.

ღ author's note this chapter was partly influenced by my upcoming pharmacology exam haha. dive in and let me know what you think—i love hearing your thoughts! & pls like or repost if you enjoyed, it means the world ♡

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Your eyes burned.

The words on the pages before you began to blur.

The library was quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustle of pages and the occasional distant footsteps. The stillness only amplified the dull ache throbbing behind your temples.

It was late, well past the time when most students had left, but you were still there, surrounded by anatomy textbooks and notes. 

"First-year."

You were so engrossed in your studies that you didn't notice Gojo until he was standing right in front of you—a startling display of arrogance against the muted library backdrop. You didn't bother looking up.

"I've been looking for you," he announced. "You weren't in the lab today. I'd needed you."

"Back on the research project?" You flipped a page, your tone deliberately flat.

"More or less. I'm preparing my method, in case yours fails."

Now, you looked up. "It won't fail."

"Yeah, yeah, so why weren't you in the lab today?" He eyed the lukewarm cup of coffee beside your stack of books. Without asking, he grabbed the cup and took a sip.

You sighed, exhaustion washing over you. "Geto pulled me off the project until I retake my anatomy test and pass—"

Mid-sentence, Gojo abruptly spat the coffee back into the cup with a grimace. "What the hell is that?" he exclaimed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Five shots of espresso and a red bull."

He looked at you. 

You looked at him. 

Neither spoke.

He finally set the cup back down, shaking his head. "How can you drink that?"

"Unless you give me some ritalin, that's my drink of choice."

"You really are something," he said, his face still contorted into a grimace as he tried to process your—drink of choice.

You shifted your focus back to your textbook, desperate to regain your concentration. But Gojo wasn't done. He sat down on the edge of your desk and closed the textbook, urging you to give him your attention.

"So, you failed your anatomy exam?"

"Yeah," you admitted reluctantly, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't tell me, you think you don't need to know where all the bones are when you're operating on the brain."

You pressed your lips together, knowing that was exactly what you wanted to say.

"For someone as smart as you, sometimes you're really dumb," he added.

Wow. Thanks.

You shoved his hand off your textbook. "Thanks for the pep talk, Gojo. I'll see you around."

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I really do have to teach you everything, don't I?" With that, he stood up and started walking towards the exit of the library. "Follow me."

You hesitated for a moment, then gathered your things and followed him. He led you straight to his office, the click of the lock behind you feeling startlingly loud in the silence.

You stood in the middle of the room. Gojo moved to lean against his desk, his piercing gaze settling on you. You could almost feel the weight of his scrutiny, as if he were examining every inch of your being with his stupidly handsome blue eyes.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?"

"Your shirt. Take it off," he repeated, his tone dropping an octave.

A lump formed in your throat. Your heart raced as you held his gaze, somehow feeling less like a student and more like prey in that moment.

Yet somehow the intensity of his eyes made you forget all reason. So you obeyed. With trembling fingers, you lifted the shirt over your head, tossing it aside.

Shirt off, you stood exposed, vulnerable under his scrutinizing eyes. His lips twitched into a wry smile.

"Turn around." He pushed off the desk and turned to search for something.

You followed his command. You turned around, only to confront your own reflection in a full-length mirror. Your pulse roared in your ears as you watched him through the glass.

"Anatomy isn't just about memorizing diagrams and terms." He flipped open a case, revealing a glint of surgical steel. His hand hovered, then selected a single instrument.

He approached you with a scalpel balanced delicately on one finger. The metal gleamed ominously in the dim light of the room. Your eyes met his through the mirror. "It's about understanding the body as a whole, in a raw, physical way."

He stood directly behind you, his eyes fixed on your reflection. He placed the dull side of the scalpel against your neck and gently tilted your head to the side, exposing the vulnerable side of your throat.

Your breath hitched as the cold metal touched your skin, your heart racing even faster now. 

"What are you doing, Gojo?" you managed to say, your voice trembling.

"Relax, sweetheart." His other hand curled around your waist. You were yanked back, flush against him, the hard bulge in his pants hard to ignore. His eyes locked onto yours through the mirror. "I'm teaching you a lesson."

"Here's the clavicle," he murmured, his voice almost a whisper as he leaned in, his warm breath grazing the strands of your hair. He traced the delicate curve of your collarbone with the scalpel. "It's more than just a bone, it's a vital landmark for surgeons. You must know its precise location for procedures like subclavian vein catheterization."

His lips brushed the back of your neck as he shifted, gaze never leaving yours in the mirror. "The humerus connects here," he continued, guiding the scalpel along your arm. "Understanding the intricacies of joints is crucial, not just in surgery but also in diagnosis and treatment. Nerve injuries often occur near these joints, so you need to know their anatomy."

The scalpel then lightly brushed along your forearm. "And here, the radius and ulna," he continued. "Fractures in this area can have a significant impact on radial nerve function, something neurosurgeons must always be aware of—even bold ones like you," he added with a playful smile.

He then moved the scalpel along the exposed skin in the center of your chest. "The sternum," he continued, his gaze locked on yours through the mirror. The scalpel found the bone instantly, tracing its contours with an ease as if he knew your anatomy by heart. "The brachial plexus runs just below. Damage here can have significant neurological consequences."

His touch ignited a slow burn within you, making your knees weak. You leaned into him, your back arching slightly, your senses overwhelmed by the heat coursing through your body.

Your eyelids drooped. It was obvious that you were no longer paying full attention to his words.

He then moved the scalpel up, pressing the tip lightly against the back of your head. "This is the occipital bone, part of the skull that protects the brain." 

His hand then moved to the side of your neck, the scalpel lightly tracing where the spine meets the skull. "And here, the cervical vertebrae. Crucial for movement and support, but also dangerously close to the spinal cord and vertebral arteries. Missteps here during surgery can have serious consequences."

His hand reached out and grasped your hair in the back, forcing your head back to expose more skin to him. You inhaled sharply.

"And no one wants to play with fire during surgery, right?" he whispered, his breath a warm tease at your ear. His closeness was intoxicating, a teasing heat that threatened to melt all your defenses. "But perhaps you find a certain thrill in playing with danger."

"It's exhilarating, isn't it? The high stakes, the adrenaline rush of being on the edge," he mused, his eyes momentarily fixating on the scalpel in his hand. "It's almost addictive." 

Then, with a deft twist, he reversed the scalpel, its sharp edge now grazing the front of your throat, tracing a torturous line across your skin. You couldn't help but tense slightly as the cool metal met your flesh.

"This is where the hyoid bone is." His lips brushed lightly against the side of your head, his breath warm in your hair. "Understanding its location and its relation to the carotid artery is vital, especially in surgery involving the throat."

He brushed the hair from your shoulder and leaned in. A soft moan slipped from your parted lips as his hot breath touched the sensitive skin of your neck. You couldn't help but twitch slightly, taken aback by the involuntary sound that slipped from your mouth. The scalpel cut into skin. You flinched.

In an instant, Gojo's tongue was on the spot where he'd cut, licking away the blood that emerged. His other hand gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin. His tongue traced along your throat and up to your jaw, igniting a tingling rush of sensation that made you crave more.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a velvety caress against your skin. "If my breath alone made you quiver, can you imagine what my tongue will do to you?"

He released his grip on your hair and tucked the scalpel into the back pocket of his trousers. The dangerous glint in his eyes gave way to a sly smile that played on his lips.

"Lecture is over," he said as he tossed you your shirt.

"I hope you pass, first-year."

─── ·✧· ───

You passed.

Was it thanks to Gojo or whatever.

You passed. That was all you needed to know.

The next day was the surgery. You didn't have much time to prepare. But it had to be enough. You drowned yourself in your notes, replaying every aspect of the procedure in your head. You may have even dreamed about it that night. Everything was right. Everything will work out.

It must.

You scrubbed your hands methodically as Geto and you prepared for surgery. As you peered through the small observation window into the operating room, your eyes were drawn to the gallery. It was unusually crowded today—filled with observers and cameras.

"Nervous?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the sterile mask against your face. "It's not every day you have an audience like this."

"Remember, they're here to witness history, but we're here to make it," he said with a reassuring smile. "We've prepared for this. We're ready."

Somehow that didn't make you any less nervous—more like the opposite.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked after a second, his gaze landing on the bandaid on your neck.

You flinched slightly. "Just a scratch."

You followed him into the operating room, the buzz of the observers fading into the background. Your focus narrowed to the task at hand.

You took your place beside the operating table, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through you. Geto gave you a final, reassuring glance before beginning the surgery. Your gaze wandered over to the gallery once more. Your heart stopped. 

There he was—Satoru Gojo, smiling at you. Somehow, your breath caught for a moment as your eyes met his. You had to look away, unable to hold his gaze. You took in a deep breath, trying to suppress the sudden heat that rose in your core.

But the heat quickly gave way to a crushing feeling in your chest.

Your worst nightmare had become a harsh reality.

Geto had tried everything—god, he had tried fucking everything. But every attempt to establish a signal between the neural device and the prosthetic remained unsuccessful. Minutes stretched into agonizing hours as you tried different techniques. The tension in the room was palpable. Every ticking second added to the pressure.

The patient's skull had been open for too long, and the risks were increasing by the minute. Panic clawed at your throat, your hands slick with sweat and trembling. 

Another attempt, another failure. 

Still no signal. No goddamn signal. 

Geto made the decision to close the patient. But it was too late. The patient had been open too long. He went into a seizure. The whole operating room was in chaos.

No.

This can't be happening. 

This was the save approach. It should have worked. Why didn't it work?

The walls are closing in. 

You couldn't breathe. 

You needed to breathe.

You spun around, your heart racing, and fled out of the operating room in a blind, chaotic rush. Geto's distant voice no longer reached you. You heard nothing. The harsh light of the corridor stung your eyes, blinding and disorienting, turning the world into a dizzying blur.

Gasping, choking for air that won't fill your lungs, you stagger down the hallway. Your hands claw at your scrub and mask, tearing them off in desperation. The world narrows to a tunnel of muffled sounds and the relentless, piercing ringing in your ears.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the chaos. "Come with me." Gojo stepped directly into your path, his hands tightly wrapped around your wrist. He dragged you into a nearby room, away from prying eyes. Once inside, he locked the door behind him.

The room spun, the walls seemed to pulsate. Gojo's face blurred in and out of your vision as he pulled you close to him. "Breathe," he said as he cupped your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. Tears streamed down your face, sobs wracked your body. You wanted to throw up.

"I—I can't," you choked out between gasps for air.

"You can, sweetheart. Please breathe for me. I'm here."

"I killed him... I killed that patient," you gasp, the confession slicing through you like a blade, each word a fresh wound.

"No, you didn't. It's not your fault," Gojo insisted, but his voice was distant, hollow against the backdrop of your inner chaos.

"I killed him... I'm a murderer," you repeated.

Without warning, Gojo enveloped you in a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His warmth flowed through his touch. "No, you're not," he whispered, his hand caressing the back of your head in a soothing rhythm. "You did everything you could. It wasn't your fault."

But his words felt like they came from another world, a world where logic and reason still rule. In your world, there's only the crushing weight of guilt, the relentless echo of a life that has slipped away under your hands.

You clung to him, sobbing into his chest. "We never should have done this, we weren't ready."

"Don't say that. It's not your fault. You've done nothing wrong."

"You don't understand, I should have... I could have..." your voice broke, sobs wracked your body. Guilt was a suffocating blanket. It smothered reason, smothered the reassurances that tried to seep through.

Gojo pulled back slightly, his eyes searched for yours. "Look at me," he urged gently. "There was nothing you could have done to prevent this. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your doing."

But the guilt was a relentless tide, washing over you again. "I was responsible... I should have seen this coming," you whispered.

Gojo's hug tightened, as if he was trying to shield you from your own torment. "Stop it, sweetheart, please," he pleaded softly. "I'm here, and I'll always be here. Cry if you need to. Scream if you need to. But I'm here. Every step of the way. We'll get through this together."

As your sobs continued to wrack your body, his hold remained unwavering. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, offering a silent promise that he would stand by your side, even in ugly times.

─── ·✧· ───

The weight of the day still hung heavily in the air.

Gojo's hand rested gently on the small of your back as the two of you made your way down the long, sterile hospital corridors toward the exit. In his other hand, he carried your belongings.

The hallway was filled with hushed tones of hospital staff and the distant hum of medical equipment—a stark contrast to the chaotic events that had unfolded in the operating room earlier. You desperately need a break from the hospital environment for a while.

As you turned a corner, you noticed a faint wisp of smoke wafting from a nearby balcony. 

"Wait," you said, halting Gojo with a gentle tug on his arm.

On the balcony stood Geto, leaning against the railing with a lit cigarette in hand. He appeared lost in thought, his gaze distant and fixed on some distant point.

"I'll wait for you," Gojo offered before you could even ask him.

Stepping outside, a gentle breeze brushed against your cheek. Geto turned as he noticed your presence. He looked tired and somber, but you couldn't help but feel that you looked even more fucked up.

"Did you cry?" he asked gently.

You didn't need to confirm it, did you? He could clearly see it.

You moved to stand beside him, the wisps of smoke from his cigarette curling around you as he took a drag and exhaled a cloud of gray. Your eyes flickered to his hands, noting the faint tremor in his fingers, before dropping to the floor where at least fifteen cigarette butts lay scattered.

"How much did you smoke?" you asked.

He turned his gaze to you, sidestepping your question. "You want one?"

"They're no good for you."

A weary chuckle escaped him. "Everyone has their vices, right?"

You watched him quietly as he took another long drag from his cigarette, the glowing ember briefly illuminating his face before he stubbed it out against the railing.

"I wanted it to work so badly," you admitted.

"I know. Me too. But that's our job, isn't it? Sometimes we lose, and sometimes we win," Geto said, leaning back against the railing. "Just do me a favor and don't dwell too much on the surgery. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, things in the OR don't go the way you want."

"How do you cope with that?" 

He flicked the last bit of his cigarette over the railing, watching it fall. "Some days it's easier, some days it's harder. But you'll find your way. We all do." He reached for another cigarette, his movements methodical, almost automatic.

Yeah, he clearly found a way to deal with it.

"You good?"

"Better than ever," he replied, offering you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

He wasn't very convincing.

He reached for a new cigarette and placed it between his lips, then brought the lighter to the tip of the cigarette. His thumb flicked the flame to life. His hands trembled slightly as he took a deep inhale. The smoke curled around him like a shroud, masking whatever emotions he was holding back.

"You know, he'll want to try his approach," Geto continued.

"Hm?"

"Satoru, will you help him?"

"I don't know," you answered.

Geto ran a hand through his hair, loosening strands that had escaped his usually neat bun. "He was here today too—watching you." He let out a huff. "He's really bad at hiding it. Doesn't even seem like he's trying."

You watched Geto in silence, unsure of what he was getting at.

"He will want you to help him," he continued as he took another drag from his cigarette.

"You don't want me to help him?"

"I want you to stay away from him," Geto's response was immediate.

"Why so?"

"He'll get you in trouble, I know that."

"Isn't he your best friend?"

"That's how I know," he said, exhaling a stream of smoke directly in your direction, the familiar acrid scent filling your nostrils.

Silence fell between you for a few moments. His gaze was suddenly so cold.

"It's late. You should head home," Geto finally said, his voice devoid of its earlier warmth. He then shifted away from you, leaning against the balcony's railing. His eyes remained fixed on the distant horizon, lost in whatever thoughts occupied his mind.

Without a word, you turned and walked back towards where Satoru was waiting. His hand immediately found its place on your back again as he guided you towards the exit.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Geto's eyes continued to follow your figures until you were out of sight. In a sudden movement, his hand twitched, crushing the remains of the cigarette he held. The crumbling embers fell from his fingers.

─── ·✧· ───

Your eyes burned again.

You sat at a large wooden table with Maki, Yuta and Toge, each of them absorbed in their exam preparations. Books and notes were spread out before them. The library was quiet, the silence broken only by the occasional turning of a page or a soft whisper. 

Maki was leafing through a thick medical textbook, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Yuta, sitting next to her, jotted down notes on his laptop, pausing occasionally to reread a section or ask Maki a question. Toge quietly muttered words from his notes.

You, however, found it hard to focus on the study material in front of you. Your mind was elsewhere, still caught up in the surgery. The question of why the surgical approach had failed haunted you, gnawing at your thoughts. You were so engrossed in your search for answers that the words in your textbook seemed to blur together, meaningless. 

From time to time, one of your friends would cast a concerned glance your way. "You okay?" Maki mouthed silently across the table.

You nodded, offering a small, unconvincing smile, and returned your gaze back to your textbook. But your eyes weren't reading the words; they were seeing surgical diagrams, replaying the operation, desperately searching for a clue, a misstep, anything that could explain the failure.

Yuta leaned over. "Hey, if you want to talk about it..." he began softly.

Talking about it was the least thing you wanted to do.

You needed answers.

Not talks.

Abruptly, you stood up. "Just need another textbook."

Wandering through the aisles of the library, you found yourself in a quiet corner. The book you needed was on a high shelf, just out of your reach. You stretched on your tiptoes, fingers grazing the spine of the book, but it remained stubbornly beyond your grasp.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence behind you. Before you could turn around, a hand reached over your shoulder, effortlessly retrieving the book.

"Funny, and I thought if someone had a pharmacology exam coming up, they would need a pharmacology book. Yet here you are, gathering the next neuroanatomy book."

You didn't need to turn to know that it was Gojo. His presence was unmistakable.

"Stalking me now, Gojo?"

For a moment, you both remained frozen, his hand still above your head. He was close, closer than you would wish he was.

"Just keeping an eye on you," he replied, reaching for the book on the shelf. As you turned to face him, you found Gojo standing close, the textbook in his hand. "This won't give you the answers you seek," he said, offering the book to you.

"But I sure will try." You took the book from him. Your fingers brushed against his briefly, sending an unexpected shiver through you that you tried to ignore.

"Don't do that."

You clutched the book to your chest. "Do what?"

"Blame yourself for the surgery. You weren't wrong in your approach. I would've done the same based on the data."

"Yet, you didn't. You wanted to take a different approach with this patient."

He tilted his head, a lock of hair falling across his forehead. "It was more intuition than data," he said, scratching the back of his neck."Sometimes, data and statistics only tell us part of the story. The human body isn't a machine. It's unpredictable."

You looked at him. "So, you're saying I should screw data?"

He shrugged lightly, the hint of a smile returning to his face. "I'm saying that being a good surgeon isn't just about knowledge. You're young. You'll learn."

Gojo stepped closer, his eyes searching yours as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your shoulder, exposing the bandaid still adhering to your neck. His thumb gently stroked along it. He parted his lips, the question in his eyes clear even before he voiced it. 

"Help me with my neuroprosthetics approach," he proposed.

You tensed, your mind racing. "I'm not sure."

"Why not?"

"I have exams."

"And here I thought I was your best study partner," he countered with a light, teasing tone.

You quickly added, "And I need to unpack at my new place." It was true, but even as you said it, it sounded like another excuse.

Gojo's response was immediate. "I can lend a hand with that."

"Geto will hate me."

"He's already upset. What difference does it make now?" 

"I also have this really important thing..." you started, but Gojo cut you off.

"Come on, you're just finding excuses here," he said with a huff.

There was a brief silence before he continued, softer now. "I need you on this."

"I don't think you do."

His gaze intensified. "Believe me, I do."

You averted your gaze, unable to hold it. "I'm afraid—afraid of making another mistake."

"You're with me. You won't. I'll make sure of that."

He moved even closer. His hand came to rest against the shelf above your head. With his other hand, he gently cradled your chin, lifting it so your eyes met his. "You don't need to fear anything when you're with me."

In that moment, with his hand so gently holding your chin and his eyes locked onto yours, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. The library, the books, the worry about exams—all of it faded into the background. There was only Gojo, his closeness, and the sincerity in his eyes that you wanted to believe.

"If anyone sees us like this, you're really fucked," you breathed out.

"Lucky for me, you have a thing for unpopular, heavy neuro textbooks hidden in the very far corner of the library," Gojo quipped, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Seems like a safe bet."

Your lips twitched into a light smile, and you rolled your eyes.

"Come on," he pressed. "Say yes."

You could tell he wasn't going to back down—Gojo had that determined look in his eyes, the one that said he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You let out a weary sigh. "Okay."

Satisfied, Gojo released your chin and leaned back. "Give me your phone," he said.

Raising an eyebrow, you hesitated for a moment before understanding his intention. You handed over your phone, watching as his fingers moved over the screen, adding his number.

"There," he said, handing the phone back to you. "Call me if you need anything."

─── ·✧· ───

It was late at night in your small apartment. 

The only sounds were the occasional hum of traffic from the streets below and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. You sat at your desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, trying to focus on studying. But no matter how hard you tried, the words just wouldn't sink in. Your mind kept drifting.

With a sigh of frustration, you closed the textbook and got up. You paced around the room for a moment before finally throwing yourself onto the bed. Lying there, you stared at the ceiling.

Maybe it was the stress or maybe it was curiosity, but you reached for your phone. Your fingers hovered over the screen before you finally worked up the courage to type a message. You hit send before you could change your mind.

[1:24 AM] You: Haven't had the chance to thank you yet.

[1:24 AM] Gojo: That's quite an anonymous start. Who's this?

[1:25 AM] You: You get a lot of late-night texts from unknown numbers?

[1:25 AM] Gojo: Oh, I might have been expecting one in particular. How's the studying going?

[1:26 AM] You: Can't seem to focus tonight.

[1:26 AM] Gojo: Stop it. I can tell you that you are dwelling on things again without having to see it.

[1:27 AM] You: Hard not to.

[1:27 AM] Gojo: Need a distraction?

The message pops up, almost too quickly. Yeah, you needed a distraction, but more from him than anything else. You pause before answering.

[1:30 AM] You: It's late.

[1:31 AM] Gojo: Since when has that stopped you? Must have been imagining all those late nights in the lab.

Another pause as you consider his words.

[1:33 AM] Gojo: Send me your address.

[1:33 AM] You: Planning to come over?

You sent the message before you really thought about it. The payback was immediate.

[1:33 AM] Gojo: Oh, sweetheart, quite bold of you to ask your own professor to come over at this hour, don't you think? What would people say?

[1:34 AM] Gojo: I'll pick you up with my car and we can get coffee, my treat. We can talk or not talk. Whatever you need.

[1:36 AM] You: Just a drive, nothing more?

[1:36 AM] Gojo: Just a drive, nothing more.

[1:37 AM] You: Okay.

You send your address.

─── ·✧· ───

Lost in thought, you scrolled through social media. Then your phone buzzed with a call from Gojo. You answered, still slightly surprised each time you saw his name light up your screen.

"Look down," Gojo's voice came through.

You walked over to the window and peered down. There, on the street below, stood Gojo. He leaned nonchalantly against a sleek black car, its polished surface reflecting the dim streetlights. He was looking up, a confident, almost playful smile on his face as he spotted you at the window. For a moment, you just watched him from above.

God, what are you doing?

He's your professor, for fuck's sake.

You're supposed to work with him. Not whatever you're starting here.

Yet, as he smiled up at you, all good reasons seemed to leave you.

You grabbed your jacket and made your way out of the apartment. As you descended the stairs, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Gojo was here, in the middle of the night—for you. Your heart raced.

You stepped out onto the street, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the heat on your skin. Gojo pushed himself off the car and stood upright as you approached.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"Wherever you want."

Gojo's smile widened. He opened the passenger door for you. "Then let's go."

You got into the car. Gojo started the engine and pulled away from the curb, the city lights beginning to blur past. There was no destination, no specific purpose, just winding through the streets under the city's neon embrace.

The dashboard's soft lighting cast a gentle glow on Gojo's features. He wore a crisp, white button-down shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, lean forearms. The shirt was just tight enough to hint at the well-defined physique underneath. 

The faintest shadow of stubble along his jawline gave him a rugged edge, contrasting with the sharp, clean lines of his attire.

"You're staring," Gojo remarked as he caught your gaze.

"Geto would kill us if he knew," you replied.

"Worried about him, huh?"

"I just—I owe him a lot, feels like I'm betraying him."

Gojo chuckled. "You say that like we've already fucked."

"That's not what I meant," you quickly clarified.

"Of course not, sweetheart," he said with a sly grin before shifting gears. "Or maybe you want us both? At the same time?"

You blinked, taken aback by his boldness. "Ha?"

"Don't tell me the thought never crossed your mind, first-year," he teased. "But just so you know, I'm not really one to share."

God, this man really has too much confidence for his own good.

"You're quite bold to say something like this to your student," you pointed out.

"And yet here you are, in your professor's car, in the middle of the night. Seems boldness is a trait we share."

Suddenly, Gojo's attention snapped to something outside the car. "There's a McDonald's up ahead," he said, a spark of spontaneity in his voice.

Before you could react, Gojo expertly turned the steering wheel, guiding the car into a sharp turn. The sudden change in direction caught you off guard, making you flinch and clutch your seatbelt.

Gojo quickly placed his hand on your thigh. His touch, firm yet tender, sent a rush of warmth through your veins as his thumb brushed soothingly over your skin. "Sorry about that," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Didn't mean to startle you."

As Gojo smoothly guided the car into the drive-through lane, his hand remained on your thigh. When it was your turn in the lane, Gojo ordered two coffees and a selection of pastries.

"You really do have a sweet tooth, don't you?" you said as you took the beverages and treats and placed them on your side.

He glanced at you with a playful smirk. "Yeah, makes me wonder why I'm so drawn to you."

You ignored his comment.

He drove off, searching for the perfect spot to park and enjoy the spontaneous snack. Finding a quiet spot, he parked the car and the two of you settled in, the rich aroma of coffee filling the interior.

The warm summer night embraced the city, its gentle caress making the decision to keep the car windows down an easy one. The balmy air flowed in, carrying with it the faint sounds and scents of Tokyo at night.

"So, when do you want to start with the new approach?" you asked between sips of coffee.

"After your exams," Gojo replied. "I want you to be able to focus without any added pressure. This project can wait until you're finished."

"Speaking of which," he continued, "what's the primary use of ACE inhibitors?"

"What?"

"What's the primary use of ACE inhibitors?" he repeated, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"They're used for hypertension and congestive heart failure," you answered after a brief pause.

"Good. How do antipsychotics like haloperidol work?"

"Too easy, Gojo. They're dopamine antagonists, so they block dopamine receptors, particularly in the brain's mesolimbic pathway."

"Now, explain the pharmacokinetics of metformin," he said, taking a bite of his pastry.

"Metformin decreases hepatic glucose production, reduces the absorption of glucose in the intestines, and enhances insulin sensitivity."

"And what about beta-blockers?"

"Beta-blockers work by blocking the effects of epinephrine and norepinephrine on beta-receptors. This results in a decrease in heart rate, cardiac output, and the release of renin from the kidneys, which lowers blood pressure."

"Perfect. Now, what's the mechanism behind the antibiotic resistance of MRSA to methicillin?"

You raised an eyebrow, considering the question for a moment. "MRSA develops antibiotic resistance due to a mutated penicillin-binding protein that methicillin can't effectively bind to. This mutation is encoded by the mecA gene."

Gojo chuckled. "I think we can dive right into the research project. You're more than prepared for this exam."

You couldn't help but smile.

After finishing the coffee and pastries, Gojo gathered the wrappers and empty cups. "I'll just get rid of these," he said, stepping out of the car.

You glanced at your fingers, noticing they were still slightly sticky from the pastries. In search of something to clean them with, you began rummaging through the car, eventually opening the glove compartment in hopes of finding some tissues.

To your surprise, the compartment was filled with an array of blisters and pill bottles. Specifically, painkillers and a few other medications whose names escaped you. You reached for one of the bottles and read what it said. Hydrocodone.

You held the bottle in your hand, a frown creasing your brow. Of course, Gojo was a doctor. But why would he carry such a stash of strong medication in his car? There must be some reasonable explanation for that, right?

Your stomach churned, uneasiness settling in.

As you were still processing the discovery, you heard Gojo returning. Panic seized you for a moment, and you hastily shut the glove compartment.

Gojo slid back into the driver's seat, his demeanor as easygoing as before. "All set," he announced, starting the engine. "Ready to head back?"

You nodded, forcing a smile. 

The drive back to your apartment was quiet, the earlier conversation replaced by a thoughtful silence. The streets of Tokyo passed by in a blur of lights and shadows. As Gojo's car finally pulled up outside your apartment building, neither of you immediately moved to get out.

The memory of the medicine in the glove compartment still lingered in your mind. Breaking the silence, you turned to Gojo. "You okay?"

Gojo's eyes flickered with a fleeting hint of surprise. "Yeah, I'm good. Why you ask?"

"You'd tell me if something was off, right?"

There was a brief pause as Gojo seemed to consider your question. Then, reaching out, his hand gently cradled the side of your face. The touch was tender, and you could feel the warmth of his palm against your skin. Without even realizing it, you found yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes locked with his.

Gojo's thumb traced a soft path along your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart raced, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, as if you were caught in a spell, completely captivated by the man before you.

You couldn't deny the growing attraction and connection between you, even if you weren't entirely sure what it meant. But at the same time, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, something he wasn't telling you.

"Of course," he finally said, though his response was quick, almost automatic.

His gaze then subtly shifted, settling on your lips. You could almost feel the weight of his craving in the intensity of his gaze. His thumb lightly brushed across your bottom lip, sending a ripple of warmth through you.

Finally, he withdrew his hand, though the lingering warmth of his touch continued to dance on your skin. "You should get some rest," he said, his voice carrying a soft, husky undertone.

You took a sharp inhale, just now coming back to your senses.

"Thanks for tonight, Gojo."

"Anytime."

You lingered for a second longer before finally opening the car door and stepping out into the cool night air. It felt stark against your skin where his touch had been. As you walked towards your apartment building, you couldn't help but glance back. Gojo was still there, watching you until you were safely inside.

You forced a last smile before heading inside.

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author's note: this chapter was partly influenced by my upcoming pharmacology exam haha. anyway, thanks for reading and feel free to leave your thoughts !! :) if you want to be added to the taglist, pls comment on the series masterlist ♡

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[theold-ultraviolence]

I don't know if this might be helpful but for stress my therapist taught me a few breathing exercises + games (e.g., counting how many parts of your body are touching either your body or your surrounding/listening and counting the sounds around). they help me a lot mostly with distracting myself when I get stomachaches at night, when I am stressed as they distract me a bit and help me focus, but I don't know if this might be helpful or anything.

secondly: pls, don't ever apologize for your content! I am overjoyed by whatever amount of content you push out, so seriously pls, no worries, bestie, take care of yourself and your brain!

oh, then I understand the question of driving (both where I live and study, I can walk easily to where I need, although at night it isn't safe and if I want to go to farther places it can be tricky. thankfully the means of transportation are decent) but in all truth, it is indeed scary and in all truth expensive, but if you ever decide to try it, I can assure you that if I - an extreme dumbass with perception issues and anxiety - can do it, everybody can! also good luck for your Italian placement test!

in all truth, I think that teaching is a very difficult job (and very difficult to get in, as well) but I lack a lot of qualities for it, starting from patience, sadly, so all the kudos to teachers!

yeah, like aemond is just the boyfriend who is happy to be there, whether he has to hold your back, offer his hand for swatches - excuse but the thought of buying lipstick for him, I... - hand his card. but yeah... I always hate when guys make it seem like a chore to go anywhere close to typically feminine shops. like besties, that's so toxic masculinity out of you.

bestie, since you mentioned that you'd be interested in a fic, is it alright if I maybe start drifting something for the burlesque au? because in all truth, I think it'd be interesting. also my idea is that maybe reader also meets him at job like outside of all the get up. like they have to work together for a campaign and reader is like absolutely shy and aemond is like 'they definitely think I am a creep, fuck'. but no, it's the fact that they dumbasses. I don't know if I'll write it but I'll definitely maybe plot it out and then see (obviously if you don't mind and are comfortable!).

also I am definitely and promising to you that I'll listen to Danny Elfman! because I finally get to relax ... a bit!

in the meanwhile have a lovely day and weekend!

-🌗

Thank you so much for the tips, bestie, I really appreciate it!! Oh man, I've tried a lot of breathing exercises but nothing ever seems to work on me! I've also tried doing yoga and while I enjoy it a lot, I find it never really relaxes me completely! I think what works for me the most is just listening to music at a very high volume (which in the long run it can't be good for my hearing lmao oh well) or doing crosswords/sudokus. Because I get very antsy when I need to breathe/concentrate on breathing, for some reason (?). My brain, it tortures me.

Also thank you so much for your kind words!! they seriously mean a lot that you're enjoying it! 🥺 definitely makes me less stressed about it! And you also make me feel a little less stressed about driving! seriously listening to the experiences of people that are anxious as me when it comes to driving definitely makes me feel like I'm not alone and that driving is not something impossible to achieve 😅

Toxic masculinity indeed! what is so wrong about being a guy and being seen at like, a Sephora or a beauty shop like that? It's instantly way more attractive to me when I see a guy with his gf in those shops and they seem to be into it with her. Guys who act like it's a chore are just. soooo not it! And imagining Aemond in this scenario has me feeling some type of way dfg;sldkfg;lkf;lgk

and omg OF COURSE IT'S OKAY!! go right ahead bestie!! it is your idea after all! omg them meeting outside of that setting *SCREECHES* angst and pining intensifies and I'm eating it all up omg YES, I'm OBSESSED. I'm just imagining the shocked look on their faces when they realize that, 'OH! it's THEM from the burlesque show!!!' I'll be very excited to read it, even if it's not a fully fleshed-out fic and just the outline of it! I'm invested now.

Also, I'll be looking forward to know what you think of Danny Elfman!! like I've said, outside of his scores he's kind of an acquired taste lmao! so I'm always curious when people listen to him to know what they thought 😅

Have the loveliest of days and weekends, my dear!! x

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[h0tchner]

Worth It (college AU!aaron hotchner x fem!reader)

pairing: college AU!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron and reader are both students together at George Washington University. although Y/N needs to study for her upcoming exam, her boyfriend aaron has other plans for their afternoon... other, sinful, plans... ;)

word count: 3k

includes: SMUT, fluff, hotch has a silver chain (adsfhkjdhskfhkjsd), spitting!kink, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cigarette mention, PDA, slight bratty!reader, lots of eye contact and kissing, creampie

rating: 18+ (this is basically pure SMUT so pls dni if you are uncomfy with explicit sexual content, or if you are a minor).

a/n: tysm to my besties in the discord server who put the idea of college!hotch with a silver chain in my head. this thing practically wrote itself. i hope you all enjoy, and that it's what you imagined! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

It’s the first beautiful spring afternoon of the year. Considering you and your boyfriend Aaron have both been cooped up in the GWU library all winter long, the choice to study outside in the fresh air today was a unanimous no-brainer.

After a full morning of classes, the two of you waste no time racing over to the courtyard at noon, in serious need of some sunshine. Hand in hand, you navigate the throngs of students and teachers, pushing your way through the sea of people toward an old oak tree at the far end of the outdoor common area. You and Aaron settle underneath the sturdy branches happily, study materials in hand.

His back is up against the tree, and you’re nestled between his long legs, resting comfortably against his warm, firm chest. In your hands are a pile of colour-coded flashcards that you’re memorizing for your Shakespeare 101 test that’s later this afternoon. Well… trying to memorize, that is. Aaron is making it kind of impossible to concentrate.

Although he’s supposed to be looking over notes for his Political Science class, he is decidedly… not. It takes all of five minutes for him to put his notebook down with an exaggerated huff.

You flick your eyes up at him. Aaron’s head is tipped back against the tree trunk, his eyes screwed shut, dark eyebrows furrowed. Something has him riled up and restless; he’s angstier than usual… more impatient than usual. You can’t quite put your finger on why.

You let out a soft sigh of concern, making a mental note to talk to your boyfriend about it later tonight, and turn back to your flashcards.

About 10 minutes later, just as you’re starting to leaf through the literary symbolism of Hamlet, one of Aaron’s large hands begins to tease the hem of your yellow sundress.

You blush lightly and swat his touch away, playfully, cheeks flushing wildly at your boyfriend’s overtly public display of affection. You say nothing, and neither does he. He doesn’t exactly stop… and it’s not like you exactly stop him.

You re-read the same flashcard over again as Aaron’s hand continues to toy at your dress. His other hand comes up to rest on your hipbone.

You fidget a little on the grass under his touch, adjusting your hips to move backwards, feeling something hard pressing into your... OH. So that’s what has him so worked up.

He sucks in a breath, fingers digging into your hip a little harder, the hand on your dress inching further up your thigh -

“Aaron!” you whine, breathy and bewildered. “There are so many people out here you seriously need to control yourself.”

You let your head tip back to rest on his solid chest. Looking up at him you can see the glimmer of arrogance in his darkened, hazel eyes. There’s something else there too… something more… lustful.

Predictably, he says nothing: but lucky for you, his eyes say everything.

“You made me stop studying,” you fake a frown, placing your flashcards onto your lap.

He gives your hip another squeeze.

“Took you long enough,” he murmurs, smirking, brushing a few strands of hair off your neck before attaching his lips to your collarbone.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out. You bring a hand up and card it through his thick, black hair. You can feel him smiling against your skin, pressing light kisses up your neck, all the way up to your ear.

“You just look so good today, Y/N, I can’t help myself,” he whispers, deep and rough yet full of youthful horniness. He takes the soft skin of your earlobe in his teeth and pulls on it gently, making your eyes flutter shut and your hand pull hard at the hair on back of his head.

Aaron groans into your ear at the feeling. You shudder at the sound. He loops his arms around you and lets his head drop onto your shoulder. You stretch up slightly to the side and softly peck his cheek, moving one of your hands to cover both of his where they rest over your midsection, the other still playing with his gorgeous, raven hair.

“Babe, what in the world is going on with you today?” you ask, knowing full well what the answer is.

He lifts his head from your shoulder and glances at you, warm, golden-brown eyes shining. The expression on his face makes your heart do backflips.

You take the flashcards from your lap and toss them into your bag, twisting around in his arms so that you’re on your knees, facing him.

“Aaron,” you say again, this time more deliberate and confident, “what is it that has you so side-tracked?” Your fingers reach out to play with the silver chain he wears around his neck. You loop it around one of your fingers and pull him closer to you. You hear his breath hitch in his throat.

“You,” he shrugs.

Aaron lunges forward and catches you in a hungry kiss. It’s wet and needy, full of tongue and teeth.

“You’re insufferable,” you jest, lips pulling apart, fingers still toying with his chain.

“Yeah, I know,” he tilts his head cockily, grinning against your mouth as he captures your lips again.

“Dorm?” you ask him softly when the kiss breaks, dropping his chain back to rest on his black shirt.

He nods, letting his thumb brush over your cheek. He steals another kiss and then stands, suddenly, pulling you up with him. Before you can even register what’s happening, Aaron has both of your bags on his shoulders, and he’s scooping you up in his arms. With haste, he starts striding across the grass towards the dorms.

You throw your arms around his neck and grin up at him wildly as he apologetically barrels through the crowd. What a sight it is; you: cheeks flushed and laughing, yellow sundress billowing, and him: sexy as hell in dark blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt, practically sprinting with you in his arms across the campus.

You giggle as he elbows open the front door of his dorm building, and bury your face in his neck. You breathe in the faint smell of his guilty-pleasure cigarettes and clean, musky cologne. When you reach the elevator, he finally lets you down, but his touches never cease.

Aaron pushes you up against the wall of it and kisses you until you’re moaning into his mouth, legs practically jelly.

He continues this until the door opens on his floor, and you’re whisked away, again. He’s pulling you behind him at record speed down the hallway, your hand in his, until you reach his room.

The moment the door closes behind you, Aaron throws down the backpacks and is all over you again.

“Oh my god Aar,” you gasp, as he spins you around and traps you between him and the door. He pushes one of his denim-clad legs in-between yours and flexes up lightly, brushing over your core.

“So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “hot,” kiss, “in,” kiss, “that,” kiss, “dress,” he breathes into your mouth in between bruising kisses.

“Do you have any idea what you looked like? Sitting between my legs in my favourite sundress of yours?” Aaron tilts your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. He is completely undone. A self-confident smile plays on his red, puffy lips. His dimples make your heart ache. His thick eyebrows are quirked up, and his eyes are nearly black, blown out with pure lust.

You answer his question with a whimper, bringing your hands up to his chest to tug at his black tee.

Aaron steps back a little bit, letting you pull his shirt up and over his head. You toss it to the side, bringing your hands back up to run over his broad, lightly toned chest.

“I couldn’t concentrate,” he admits smugly, letting his hands roam over your body.

“Yeah, and why’s that my fault?” You pant, teasingly, egging him on. You like to get a little bratty with him during foreplay, knowing that it always comes back to bite you in the ass later on in the best way possible.

He growls at you, licks his lips and dives back in, kissing you with unparalleled passion, rocking his leg up into your underwear-covered pussy.

“You were right there in my hands, but I couldn’t touch you,” he utters.

“You can touch me now,” you say, “and I can touch you.” You move your fingers down to the waistband of his jeans, eager to feel him. Aaron’s hands stop you.

“Not yet, babe,” he breathes out, shaky, touching his forehead against yours. “Need to taste you first.”

Your mind goes blank at his audacity.

“Aaron, fuck, please,” you whimper, eyes wide. You grind down on his leg, eliciting a grunt from your boyfriend.

You move to grind down on his leg again, but he removes it, leaving you to shudder at the loss of contact. He scoops you up again and carries you into his bedroom.

Aaron throws you down onto the bed, his black and white plaid sheets still rumpled from last night’s restless sleep.

He stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at you, his silver chain resting on the tufts of dark hair on his bare chest. His cock is straining at the fabric of his jeans, and his chest is heaving. He is lean and muscular, and oh so perfect.

“Baby, you’re so hot, please touch me, I need you to touch me,” you plead, pressing your legs together for friction.

“Fucking beautiful,” Aaron whispers as he kneels, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you toward him.

You yelp as he drags you down the bed to him, the skirt of your sundress now around your waist. You look down at your gorgeous boyfriend as he nips and kisses your thighs.

“Aaron,” his name falls from your mouth like a prayer as you reach one hand down to tug at his hair. He tightens his grip around your legs, inching closer and closer to where you need him the most.

He presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the underwear covering your clit, making your back arch off the bed, chasing more.

“Aaron please,” you grip his hair with one hand and the sheets with another.

This time he sucks lightly on it through the fabric, and you cry out.

You squirm and moan under his touch as he licks your slit through your panties.

“Oh my god Aaron if you don’t to- OH!” Your frustration is drowned out by the sound of your moans as Aaron pushes your underwear to the side, eating you out like his life depends on it.

He laps at you with vigour, alternating between flat strokes and gentle sucking. Your hand in his dark hair is unfaltering as he hums between your folds, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body. You reach down with your other hand to hold onto Aaron’s, which he unhooks from your thigh and entwines with yours effortlessly.

You are a moaning, whimpering mess underneath his lips. He adds a finger, curling it just right inside of you. You can’t help but thrash, riding his face, begging to cum.

Aaron moans into your folds as he adds a second finger, scissoring them inside you.

“Aaron, baby,” you moan, “I’m so close.”

He peeks up at you under thick eyelashes from his spot between your legs. You lock eyes and he winks. The smug bastard winks.

That wink is all it takes for the dam to break, and your orgasm to overtake you.

Aaron continues to suck, kiss, and lick you through your high, letting you guide his head and ride his tongue until your body is still. He finishes you off with a gentle kiss just above your pubic bone.

“Come here handsome,” you breathe out, finally releasing the hand from his hair, reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.

Aaron wastes no time climbing up the bed as you push yourself into a seated position, taking off your sundress and throwing it across the room. His pink lips are wet with your arousal, and it makes your toes curl. You reach out and pull him to you, sealing your mouths in a searing kiss. Aaron groans into your mouth as you palm him over his blue jeans. He swiftly undoes your bra and lets it join the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor.

“Open,” he commands, rising onto his knees, running a finger over your parted lips.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as Aaron tugs on the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your head back. He spits into your mouth, and you swallow it, never breaking eye contact.

It’s hot and dominating. You can’t get enough.

“Need you,” you whisper, your hand finding the button of his jeans.

“Y/N,” he grunts, one hand reaching to grab your bare breast as you unzip his pants.

He shimmies out of them, and his blue boxers too.

Finally, finally, Aaron is naked in front of you. His thick cock is red, hard, and pulsing, erect on his lower stomach.

You gaze into Aaron’s eyes as you spit into your hand and wrap it around his dick. You pump your hand teasingly, and his eyes slam shut, a string of expletives leave his mouth.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans as you swipe your thumb over the tip.

You move your hand a few more times, each more purposeful than the last. You’re just beginning to find a rhythm when your boyfriend pushes you down lightly onto the bed.

“Aaron?” You gasp, questioning.

“Need to be inside you,” he rasps as he hovers over you, pressing kisses to your neck as he lines himself up.

Aaron rubs himself over your pussy a few times, coating his dick with your arousal, driving both of you insane. You both look down as he finally pushes himself inside of you, the image of his thick cock splitting you open almost too much to bear. Your eyes snap closed in bliss at the sight of it.

“Oh Aaron, oh my god,” you breathe out as he bottoms out.

“Look at me, Y/N” he orders, unmoving.

You open your eyes to find his, dark and shameless, right over yours. His hair is soft and messy on his forehead. The silver chain around his neck touches your lips lightly as it dangles from his neck. He is the most beautiful sight in the whole world.

“Fuck me, Aaron.” You sigh, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in even deeper.

With a low, sinful, groan, he does.

The pace is perfectly rough; with every thrust of his hips into you, you grind yours halfway to meet him. You let your hands wander over the expanse of his back and shoulders, and then up into his hair. The sound of your hips snapping against each other is delicious. With every stroke, you whimper into his lips, his neck, his chest; any piece of skin you can find. It’s all free real estate.

“You feel so good, babe, I’m so close,” Aaron whispers into your mouth. You squeeze around him in response, letting him know it’s okay to take what he needs. The movement elicits a deep moan from your boyfriend.

With that, he picks up the pace, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders, and you dissolve into a pile of whimpers. This new angle allows him to go even deeper, even harder.

His silver chain passes over your lips again and again, as his thrusts become more frantic. You take the necklace between your lips and bite down, muffling the sound of your mewls. The metal is cold and hard in your mouth, and the sensation makes you moan.

Aaron’s eyes scan yours and then your lips, finding his chain in your mouth. His eyes all but roll back into his head.

“Holy shit Y/N,” he pants. You watch as he starts to devolve, clinging to him as he throws his head back and goes over the edge.

He spills into you loudly, pressing against your body, filling you up with hot cum.

You release the chain from your teeth and pull Aaron down onto you, needing to feel the weight of him.

“Aaron, oh my god, baby, yes, oh my god,” you whisper into his ear as his thrusting slows and his hips stop, his cock deep inside you.

You pulse around him, holding him close, rubbing your hands up and down his back. He is collapsed on top of you, and both of you are breathing heavily. Your chests are pressed together, sweat is sticking to your skin.

Aaron lifts his head from your shoulder to look up at you through hooded eyes and thick lashes. He gives you a dopey grin and his signature wink, before letting his head fall back down.

You laugh into his hair, pressing a soft kiss there.

You two stay like that for a minute or so, revelling in the closeness, before you decide to speak.

“Aar?” You say, nudging his head with your nose.

“Mhhhmmm,” he mumbles, still nuzzled into your neck, his breathing still slowing.

“I still have to study for my exam.”

Aaron groans into your shoulder, and then picks his head up again so you two are eye to eye.

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I’ll just pull the fire alarm,” he grins, all dimples.

You roll your eyes at his ridiculously adorable proposition, pulling at the chain on his neck to bring him in for another kiss.

“You’re so stupid,” you mumble against his lips.

“Only for you,” he replies, nipping at your bottom lip.

Well, it’s only one test. If I fail, I fail… you tell yourself as Aaron slides his tongue into your mouth again, and you feel his cock hardening inside you, ready for round two.

For this? It’s worth it.

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just to study | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: your seat partner asks if you’re free after class, just to study.

genre: fluff, college!au, established friendship, flirtationship, mutual pining, they go to a ‘frat’ party together, also yugyeom! a sweetheart<3 we love him.

warnings: mature!!, mentions of alcohol + alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, strong language, SEXUAL TENSION, mentions of dick sucking??, hints of a wet dream on oc’s end, very strong urges to kiss each other but no kisses today </3, that’s pretty much it!

word count: 7.4k (i...kinda went overboard)

authors’ note: hello!! this is a pt. 2 to sleepyhead! it’s based a few weeks after so yeah <3 also the pacing is kind of weird but… i don’t really know how being drunk is so............(＞人＜) i’m sorry about that! one scene was inspired by this post haha it was just so cute to think about i had to do it. ALSO i literally haven’t taken anatomy since high school so i just used random terms from quizlet T_T pls excuse that as well! but otherwise, enjoy!!!!!!!!! (っ^_^)っ

(if u see any typos...ignore them pls T_T)

side note: imagine jk looking like this when he goes to the party lmao classic fboy look with the camo bomber and his piercings ugh <3

banner pic creds here ! <3

you made it to class on time today, woke to your alarm and even had enough time to eat breakfast before you came. in a particularly good mood, you made your way up the stairs to the row jungkook was sitting in, hoping that the seat next to him was empty (you didn’t have to hope, jungkook always saved the seat next to him for you, no matter what.)

“good morning, ___!” jungkook’s voice greets you the same as always as soon as you appear next to him. he moves his bag out of the way for you to sit down.

he looks especially cute today. his long floppy hair framing his face, his sweet smile beaming up to you. you wonder how dumb you looked drooling over him for a minute before you replied, “hi jungkook, how are you?” with the same smile on your face that you show him every time he sees you. it never changes, but it never fails to make jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“i’m doing okay, you?” he answers while you pull out your laptop.

you didn’t have a chance to reply before your professor starts talking. informing the class about the test that’s planned at the end of the month, finals in two months, and then dropping the bomb that there’s a quiz tomorrow about the things you’ve learned in the past week. a slight panic takes over you, although you didn’t know why, you understood what he was teaching and you were retaining all of the information well. but when the professor pulls up all the information on the screen to review it all, all of the words and pictures overwhelm you.

to make things worse, jungkook is to your left, not paying attention to a word your professor is saying. instead, playing some game where he has to click his touchpad an obnoxious amount of times. your attention is split between jungkook’s erratic tapping and the notes that the professor projects onto the screen, even though his computer barely made any noise, his incessant movement was distracting you.

“jungkook, you’re taking notes and playing a game?” your voice comes out as a rushed whisper. there’s a snort that comes from him before he nods. you couldn’t be mad at him. “there’s a quiz on all of this tomorrow, you know?”

“i know,” he continues to tap and click, the motion growing incredibly annoying. you didn’t know why you couldn’t have just tried to block it out, but he was just so close to you and admittedly, you looked at his hands, a lot. the way that his fingers tapped against his keyboard and his veins that accentuate his already beautiful hands, it was free art you could look at, how could you not? at this point, you’re contemplating holding his hand to make him stop tapping.

you were in the middle of typing when he finally stops, leaning back and stretching his arms up into the air. you let out a sigh of relief, until he starts again. apparently he reached the next level on his game, tapping even faster, if that was even fucking possible.

quietly, you groan. turning your attention solely on him. you place your hand on top of his, the tapping ceasing almost immediately. “please, jungkook, you’re distracting me.”

he looks at your hand before he looks at you, his chocolate doe eyes wide to the action. he gulps, “sorry.”

you remove your hand, focusing back to the presentation. jungkook feels the heat from his cheeks travel to his hand. the feeling of your hand on his wasn’t something he was expecting to experience today, but he wants nothing more than for you to do it again. he exits the game tab and changes his focus to the lecture.

or moreso, you focusing on the lecture.

you look so cute. your cheek pressed up against your fist. he stares at the way that your forehead creases in concentration. he taps on your arm that’s resting on the table, “hey, you look like you’re stressed out.”

you turn your head slightly to look over to him. “that’s because i am,” you send him a quick smile before you go back to looking at the projection.

he furrows his eyebrows, “why? you’re smart, there’s no need to worry about what you get on this.” you were an a+ student, never anything less than that. jungkook knows that you ace every test that you take, so he doesn’t quite understand why you’re so stressed.

“because jungkook,” you groan. you expected a lot from yourself, sure b’s were okay, but a’s and a+’s were what you wanted and what you thought would make you feel satisfied. there was no way you could explain this without sounding like an overachiever. so you just sigh, “i’m just not really prepared.”

jungkook thinks of the perfect way to spend more time with you, snapping his fingers before suggesting, “we should study together after class, studies show that studying with someone else will give you an a+, guaranteed.” the confidence in his voice makes you smile, and helps you ease up a little bit.

you raise an eyebrow, a laugh creeping up from your lungs. “source for that statistic, sir?”

he taps his right temple, the gesture making you snort. “no but seriously, i’ll help you out,” he assures. his laptop turns towards you to show you all the notes he took, different words highlighted and colored differently.

you act like you think about it, staying quiet for a minute or so. but you know the answer was yes no matter what. “just to study?” you tease. jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face, “just kidding, we can go to mine? i owe you for the ride you gave me like two weeks ago.” you tap your fingers against your laptop nervously, your teeth taking in your bottom lip as you ask. you haven’t had a guy over to your apartment, not since you’ve moved in. there’s a certain anxiousness that comes with the suggestion.

jungkook nods, “sounds good.”

“okay, again.” you brush your hair behind your ears, preparing yourself once more for another pass of the flashcards. the two of you have been at it with these cards for the past hour or so, you were determined to get these right no matter how long it took. jungkook knew you were gonna get it down, you only had three more cards, these ones specifically stumping you.

“aponeuroses,” he looks at the card and then to you.

“connective tissue that forms a broad sheet which attach muscle to bone or muscle to other muscles,” you speak confidently. jungkook nods, moving onto the next card of the set of three.

“endomysium,” he reads the card. you hesitate on this one for a second, he plays with the corner of the card until you snap your fingers.

“that’s the connective tissue surrounding the… the— uh, oh! muscle fiber?” your brain works extra hard. jungkook rewards you with another nod, flipping to the last card.

“fascia.”

“dense connective tissue,” you begin, pausing to think of the rest of the answer. you start biting your thumb nail, knowing there’s more to it but it’s not coming to your brain quick enough.

jungkook just stares, watching your facial expressions as you search for the answer in your brain. this could be the worst crush he’s ever had, he thinks you’re cute when you’re just sitting there, thinking. he doesn’t remember ever liking someone this much, most of the time his crushes went away after a few weeks or so. but it’s almost been an entire year since he’s started crushing on you, and it still hasn’t stopped. you still manage to find a way to make his thoughts surround you.

“separates and holds individual tissues? it’s the one that extends into the tendons, right?” you perk up after a minute or so. your brain finally coming up with the answer. you blame jungkook’s presence for slowing you down. maybe you shouldn’t have accepted this offer to study together, because how could you focus when jeon jungkook is sitting right in front of you?

“you’re amazing,” he praises, setting the flashcards down onto the table. you blush at the compliment, jungkook takes notice, but he doesn’t mind, he thinks pink is pretty on you. he’s never wanted to kiss your cheeks as much as he did now, and trust, he’s thought about it many, many times. “all done?” he asks after staring at you for the longest time.

you nod, “just gonna highlight these terms to review them later so i can get it down 100%.”

jungkook watches as you diligently reread your notes and highlight them. an apple on the table taking his attention away for a second when he realizes he hasn’t eaten at all today. he takes a bite, the loud crunch noise seemingly startling the both of you. it makes you turn your head and raise an eyebrow towards him.

“sorry,” he chews, “hungry.”

your stare lingers a little longer than you wanted it to. his cheeks are full of apple, you can’t help but laugh a little. “there’s still the sticker on it,” you point out.

he turns the apple around to see the blue sticker. peeling it off, he holds it on his fingertip, an idea sprouting in his mind to see that sweet smile of yours again. so he places the sticker on your cheek, your gaze moving from your screen to him and then to the fruit sticker now stuck onto your cheek. “get it? ‘cause you’re sweet like this apple is,” he smiles.

oh my god. you blush embarrassingly, your entire face flushed pink as you hide your cheeks behind your hands. he laughs at your reaction. jungkook was feeling bold today, so he moves forward, gently taking your hands away from your face to see the cute pink tint he caused. he sits back, admiring your pretty face.

you feel yourself burning hotter and hotter the longer he stares, looking everywhere but his face, too scared to make eye contact. you look back to your computer screen, “um— there’s pasta in the fridge— if you’re hungry, i made it last night.” you offer, but he declines politely, telling you that he has to leave pretty soon because his friends are expecting him to join them today.

begrudgingly, you watch as jungkook packs his things up. he thinks about how content he felt hanging out with you today, and how he wanted to do it again, as soon as possible. a thought pops into his head before he opens the door to leave. he turns on his heel.

you weren’t expecting the sudden turn, accidentally bumping into his chest. “oof! sorry.”

“it’s alright,” he laughs, helping you steady yourself by holding your shoulders. “i just wanted to ask— uh, my friends are throwing a party tomorrow night, do you— do you wanna come?” his words come out jumbled, jungkook never fails to trip on his words whenever he’s near you.

tomorrow night...it’s a friday tomorrow, the quiz is tomorrow, why the fuck not? a stress reliever from all the studying you’ve done. “sure,” you answer after a minute or so of deliberation. you look up at him with a smile, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are.

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, the close proximity makes you hold your breath. “great! i can pick you up? be your DD?” he quirks his head, a smile that matches yours on his face.

you nod, “yeah, i’d like that.” with that, jungkook takes a step back, widening the space between you both as his right hand goes to hold the strap of his bag.

“okay, i’ll text you the details.” before he turns around, turning the knob of your front door and letting himself out. before the door closes, he sends you a wave, one which you reflect as he pulls the door closed. you move up and lock the door, your forehead resting against the cold metal slab.

you wonder if this crush will ever advance into something more. neither of you really push the agenda, most of the time just cutely flirting with each other and only talking to each other during class. maybe this party will be a chance to further the bond the two of you have. you could only wish that you could drop this nervous shield that pops up everytime you’re around him, but jungkook is just so cool. the campus heartthrob, everyone wants to be him or be with him.

for the rest of the day, jungkook seems to occupy your mind, as he always does. when you get to sleep, the fantasies of jungkook’s lips on yours drift you into a deep sleep, one that eventually leads to a dream that has you rubbing your thighs together. his hands were all over your body, his cologne that you were so familiar with tormenting your nose, it all felt too real. so when you woke up to the sound of your alarm, sweat beaded at your hairline. you took deep breaths, cementing the fact that he isn’t here, and he certainly isn’t doing those things with you right now.

it was not helping that you dreamt of him sexually on the day of your quiz, the one that you were immensely stressing over. now, you’re gonna have to walk into class, act normal around jungkook even though your brain produced pornographic images of him, (it’s not the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve had to face him right after it happened) and ace this quiz.

you tried almost everything you could to have cleared your brain of your dream sequence. taking a shower, eating breakfast, studying once more, etc. but when you’re walking into the lecture hall, flashes of the dream and the sound of his imagined moan echo in your mind.

you walk up the stairs with your eyes down, not sure if you could make eye contact with jungkook without turning red. “hey, ___, good morning!” the familiar voice greets you.

“morning,” you reply, dryly. taking the seat next to him and silently taking your laptop out, waiting for the professor to start the quiz. jungkook seemed a bit taken aback by your cold answer, but he took into account that you’re probably just super nervous and stressed out because of the quiz, so he doesn’t take it too personally. instead, just sitting back in his chair and waiting patiently to take the quiz as well.

at this point, you were psyching yourself out, swearing that you already forgot all of the terms. if you were quizzed on the parts of male anatomy, specifically jungkook’s, then maybe you could ace it, but the terms that you were working oh so hard to memorize yesterday slip from your mind. when the professor tells you to separate and start the quiz, you start to bite your thumb nail again.

jungkook takes a look over at you, noticing the bad habit of yours. he gently takes a hold of your arm, pulling your thumb away from your teeth. the action causing you to make eye contact with him and his big doe eyes that hold so much love and light. you find yourself a bit speechless then, too many thoughts running around in your mind.

he whispers, “you’ll do great, okay?” the statement soothing your nerves. his voice somehow makes your body relax, even though you thought you would freak out if you made any sort of contact with him.

“you— you too, good luck,” you mutter. a half smile on your face. you were grateful that jungkook broke you out of your trance, his words of encouragement suddenly placing you in the testing state of mind. the images from last night's dream seem to put themselves away for now.

the next twenty minutes are complete silence. everyone focused on the questions before them. of course, you zoomed through the quiz, prepared for the trick questions and the harder ones that come up. jungkook finishes after you. it wasn’t a surprise, jungkook didn’t even have to try, you swear you’ve never seen him stress out before. nobody was perfect, you believed that, but jeon jungkook was the closest to it.

“okay, class! the quiz will be graded by tonight hopefully, you’re free to leave,” your professor alerts the class. jungkook waits patiently until you’re standing, following you down the stairs and out the door.

you decide to speak first, since you greeted him with such a dry response this morning. it wasn’t his fault that you dreamed of him on top of you, so why were you punishing him for it? “how’d you think you did?” you asked, turning to look at him.

he shrugs, “good i guess, i think i fucked up on one or two questions.”

“was it the striation part? i think i messed up on that one too.”

he shakes his head, “you know you aced that, don’t lie.”

you stay silent, the two of you walking to the campus parking lot. neither of you engage in conversation as you usually do. the images of last night’s dream slipping into your consciousness once again. you try to shake your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts. nothing else to distract you from them because jungkook was oddly silent the entire walk. you fear that he can actually read your mind and see all of your thoughts. if he could, he doesn’t mention it. not saying one word to you until he walks you to your car, greeting you with a ‘see you next class!’ before leaving to go to his car. not even mentioning the party to you, you start to wonder if he regrets inviting you. up until you heard your phone ring when you parked in the lot of your apartment complex.

[10:24 am] jungkook: hey! forgot to remind u about the party 😫

[10:24 am] jungkook: ur still down to come, right?

[10:28 am] you: hi! yeah :)

[10:28 am] you: is there a dress code or smth? haha

[10:29 am] jungkook: not that i know of 😂

[10:30 am] jungkook: u can wear anything u want

[10:30 am] jungkook: ur cute whatever u wear

[10:31 am] you: oh stop it jeon ur making me blush

[10:32 am] you: but tell me :( should i wear something casual? pants? a dress?

[10:34 am] jungkook: 😂

[10:34 am] jungkook: it’s kind of like a frat party…

[10:35 am] jungkook: so anything is okay

[10:37 am] you: ah okay

[10:37 am] you: i’ll surprise u then ;)

[10:40 am] jungkook: alright :)

[10:41 am] jungkook: i’ll come by around 9 to pick u up? sound good?

[10:42 am] you: yeah! gives me enough time to nap and get ready lol

[10:44 am] jungkook: great :) see u then cutie

you wake up from your nap around one, you had more than enough time for you to get ready for a party. so you decide to clean your apartment first, little chores to waste time before you get yourself dolled up. when you finished, it was around seven thirty. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, all that good stuff before sliding on a simple black bodycon that you got last summer. styling your hair and spraying on your favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror. this wasn’t too much, right? lots of people wear stuff like this to frat parties, so you didn’t find it too fancy. the notification sound from your phone goes off, you move to check and see if it was who you were expecting.

[8:54 pm] jungkook: i’m here :)

[8:54 pm] you: ahh gimme a sec i need to pee haha

[8:55 pm] jungkook: take ur time cutie

[8:56 pm] jungkook: i’m right in front

jungkook only really had to wait about five minutes. the visual of you walking out of your apartment doors, looking the way you did, was breathtaking. his jaw drops, mouth slightly agape as he watches you walk up to his car through the passenger window. you are so gorgeous. it’s probably the first time jungkook’s seen you in clothes that really compliment your figure, most of the time you show up to class in hoodies and sweaters. so greedily, he takes in the way the dress hugs your curves deliciously. he shakes the thoughts from his head to get out of the car and open the door for you.

“what a gentleman,” you tease, getting into the car.

he joins you soon after, “you look...gorgeous.” jungkook doesn’t seem so shy now, his eyes taking in your beautiful self.

“thank you,” you blush under his stare. “is it too much?”

“no! no— not at all, all eyes will be on you tonight.” he smiles, turning the car on. now you were able to gawk over him. a simple outfit, all black with a black and white camo bomber. his side profile is perfect, his long hair draping over his face so gracefully and his piercings somehow sparkling in the dark of the car.

he doesn’t drive too far, somewhere in the suburbs where the big houses are. a huge iron gate in the front, seemingly too fancy for a frat party setting. jungkook rolls his window down to greet someone waiting in front of the gate with a couple of other guys.

“jeon! you’re late dude,” one of the guys gives him a handshake through the window.

“sorry man, i’m here now though,” jungkook laughs. the guy giving him the greenlight and opening the gate for him, jungkook parks inside on their stone driveway, decorated with a fountain and a beautiful garden.

“your friend lives here?” you inquire, impressed by the look of the place.

he nods, “fancy right? his parents are ceo’s.” makes sense, and it would also make sense as to why they were throwing a frat party here, rich sons always seem to stir up trouble whenever they’re bored.

he steps out of the car to open the door for you, always a gentleman. he takes your hand and helps you out, the two of you walking to the huge open double doors. as soon as you walk in, the smell of alcohol hits your nose, you try your best not to cringe. the blare of the speakers is the second thing you notice, along with the shouting of jungkook’s friends greeting him. “who’s this?” one of them asks, referring to you.

jungkook seems to hesitate at first, not really knowing how to introduce you. he settles by saying, “this is ___!” not attaching any ‘friend’, ‘classmate’, or anything to the introduction. his friend holds his hand out to shake yours.

you take it with a smile on your face, “i’m yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you!” a smile that reflects yours is on his face, it made you feel welcome. you were never really the type to go to parties, your time is spent working and/or going to school, but this interaction helps you ease up a little more.

“hello, yugyeom!” you reply, shouting over the music.

“do you wanna take a shot?” he asks. pointing to the enormous kitchen where they’re housing all the alcohol, you look to jungkook first who’s paying more attention to his phone rather than the conversation you were just having.

you shrug, “why not?”

yugyeom leads the two of you to the kitchen, jungkook following behind you blindly. he looks up from his phone, done with whatever business he was dealing with to ask, “where are we going?”

“taking a shot,” you answer, pointing to yugyeom who’s already pouring three shots.

“dude, i’m not drinking, don’t pour three.” jungkook tries to stop him before he fills up the third shot glass but his arm knocks yugyeom’s in the process, the bottle spilling the clear liquid into the third shot glass.

“i’ll take two,” you suggest, feeling a bit wild and down to venture out of your comfort zone.

yugyeom smiles at this, “i like her, jeon.” he hands you the two shot glasses full of vodka, jungkook stands next to you and watches as you down the first shot. your face cringing as soon as the alcohol touches your tongue.

“you didn’t even give her a chaser,” jungkook notices, scolding yugyeom who's already downed his shot and is sucking on a lime. “here, suck,” holding a slice of lime up to your lips. his choice of words disorienting you, especially since he was holding the lime up to your mouth instead of just handing it to you. your eyes flicker between the lime and his face, but nevertheless, you suck. sinking your teeth into the sour fruit. jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on how your lips wrap around the slice, slightly grazing his fingers. it’s not long before you’re making a cute scrunched up face from the sourness. “good,” he praises. you don’t deny the slight burn your lower belly felt when he said that to you. you swear he was making sex eyes to you, but you couldn’t tell. he broke eye contact with you soon after, throwing the fruit into the trash below the table that the alcohol was perched on.

yugyeom hands you another lime for your second shot, this time no jungkook to hold the fruit for you. the second shot burning down your throat with the lime chasing after, both yugyeom and jungkook cheer, congratulating you for being a trooper (even though two shots were their warmups).

the next hour or so, jungkook brings you around. he introduces you to his friends and making conversation with them. one certain group, you didn’t really enjoy. a group of five girls, clearly swarming jungkook as soon as he turned around from talking to another one of his friends. the girls ask how he’s been doing, all of the basic conversation starters. when jungkook tries to introduce you, they all turn to you and give you a little head nod before turning their attention back to jungkook. he stands there, conversing with them longer than he had with any of his other friends, and you found yourself getting, hm, jealous.

so you search around the room crowded room, looking for some way out. your eyes spot yugyeom in the backyard through the huge sliding doors, sitting on one of those lawn chairs with the one next to him empty. you decide to leave the group you were currently getting pushed out of and join yugyeom. he notices you when you step onto the grass, trying your best not to sink into the dirt with your heels. “you doing alright? where’s jungkookie?” he asks, sitting up.

you plop down onto the lawn chair next to him. “he’s in there,” you point to the house, “with five girls.”

the last bit of the sentence makes him laugh, a cackle where he holds his stomach because he was laughing so hard. “do you want a shot?” he offers after he recovers from his fit, pulling a tequila bottle out from nowhere.

but you agree, “two, please.” he fills the two shot glasses, but not completely like he did with the vodka earlier. there were no limes, or any type of chaser for you to take around, so you take the two shots like ripping off a band-aid, quick.

“you’re a funny girl,” yugyeom compliments when you’ve downed the shots.

“thanks?” you cough, the feeling of the alcohol still burning your nose and throat, “what did i say that was funny?”

“i think it’s because i’m tipsy, but that joke you made about jungkook being with five girls was hilarious.” he slaps his knee, almost making himself laugh up a storm again, but you weren’t laughing.

you raised an eyebrow, speaking with a serious tone. “it wasn’t a joke, he’s in there with five girls.”

yugyeom tries to collect himself, sitting properly on the lawn chair when he asks you to clarify, “you mean he’s fucking them? or he’s talking to them?”

you’re silent for a second before replying, why did you say it like he was in there fucking them? maybe it’s because he might as well be, so engrossed in whatever the hell they were saying to even notice that you were gone. “just talking to them,” you reply.

“that’s what i thought, jungkook isn’t like that anymore,” yugyeom nods his head, pouring another shot out for you.

“anymore?” you ask. he hands you the shot, you hesitate this time, starting to feel the effects of the first four shots you took. he doesn’t push you to take it. he just leans back onto the lawn chair as he sighs.

“you could say he’s retired,” he shrugs.

the term makes you laugh, “...a retired fuckboy?” you sit back into the lawn chair as well, looking up to the night sky. the shot glass forgotten on the table next to you. your body feels like it’s floating.

“yeah, he hasn’t really been doing stuff like that recently,” yugyeom spills. you stay quiet after he feeds you this information. yugyeom offhandedly telling you that you shouldn’t be jealous makes you feel guilty. why were you even jealous? jungkook was technically still just a friend to you. just because the two of you flirt every now and then doesn’t mean you’re together. of course he would be surrounded by girls, just look at him!

“there you are! i was looking all over for you,” jungkook interrupts your inner monologue. his voice comes from across the lawn, you look up to see him walking over to you and yugyeom.

“hi, jungkookie,” you smile up at him. the alcohol having more of an effect on you the longer you let it sit in your stomach.

he almost freezes up at the nickname, looking over to yugyeom and asking, “did you tell her to call me that?”

yugyeom holds his hands up in innocence, “i didn’t tell her to do anything, she’s like five or six shots deep though.”

you take the shot that was forgotten on the table and down it. “six,” you clarify.

“alright, slow down, iron liver,” jungkook jokes. yugyeom stands from the lawn chair, receiving jungkook’s telepathic signals to get the fuck up to he could talk and hang out with you.

“play beer pong with me later, ___! i’m gonna go look for eunwoo,” yugyeom points to you, giving you a thumbs up before leaving the backyard and moving into the house.

“feeling okay? think you might throw up soon?” jungkook asks, replacing yugyeom in the chair next to you.

“feel like i’m surfing, you know? like wavy,” you answer. the feeling was hard to explain, you weren’t dizzy but at the same time your brain was telling you to stop moving, even though you were completely still.

“ah, you’re getting there,” jungkook snorts. you didn’t have much willpower to answer, so the two of you sit there in a comfortable silence before a group of people coming towards, all greeting jungkook and you. they offer you a red cup, despite your current predicament. leaning against the chair and your droopy eyes, telling them that you’ve taken too many shots. a lightweight at her peak.

jungkook tries to deny it for you, but with a smile, you accept the cup. it was filled with the fancy mixed alcohol juice they had. “thank you,” you place the cup onto the table, “i’ll drink it.... later..” your words begin to draw themselves out. jungkook somehow finding a way to make the entire group leave, making it just the two of you again.

“give it to me, you’re starting to slur your words.” his hand is open, laying on the table and waiting for you to surrender the cup.

your eyes flicker from the red cup, to his face, then to his hand. a smirk on your face when you hold the cup up to your lips, tilting it back and drinking the cursed juice. you weren’t able to down it all, it was too much, you drank maybe ⅔ of it. you cough, taking in a deep breath as you try to steady yourself.

you weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk, but the way that his face looks in the moonlight was so pretty. so you just had to tell him. leaning forward, you speak, almost a whisper, “you’re so handsome.” you drag your finger across the expanse of jungkook’s hand. “did you know i have no gag reflex?” you smile, not your typical sweet smile that he’s used to, but a devilish grin.

jungkook’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing immediately at your remark. “alright, you drank way too much.” he takes the red cup from your hands, dumping it out onto the grass in front of you both.

“hey, i wasn’t done,” you pout, but jungkook didn’t give you much time to mourn your spilled drink before he was holding your arm, lifting you from the lawn chair you were sitting on. “where are we going?” you ask, trailing behind him with your hand in his.

“gonna get you some water and something to eat,” he answers. the two of you move through the house, jungkook pushes through groups of people and makes sure you’re safe behind him.

“i have to pee.” you tip toe to tell him your emergency in his ear. he stops at the stairs, knowing a bathroom where no one else goes. his friend specifically telling him to use that bathroom when they have parties because the other ones get way too gross.

he brings you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, opening the door to reveal one of the biggest rooms you’ve seen. “the bathroom is there,” jungkook points to the door on the left. you nod, your wobbly legs making their way to the toilet.

jungkook sits on the bed patiently, waiting for you to finish. he hears the flush and the sound of the sink running, the door opens and you’re coming out of the bathroom, pulling your dress down. “are we gonna have sex?” you utter, slurring the end of your sentence. your alcohol poisoned mind taking over your ability to speak.

his eyes widen at the question. “no! no— oh my god, this is just the room with the cleanest bathroom, we’re not—“

you’re next to him now, “you don’t want to?” you pout. glassy eyes looking into his.

“no! i mean, yes, i want to but— fuck, just— just not now, yeah?” jungkook stumbles over his words, his face blushing a blood red. your pretty face peering up at him makes him even more flustered, his hands start to sweat.

“okay,” you nodded. your drunken brain deciding to stop the interrogation of jungkook’s desire for you. to which jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, taking your hand and bringing you out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the driveway. he brings you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. “wait, are we leaving already? yugyeomie wants me to play beer pong with him,” you complain, wiggling your hand from his grasp.

goosebumps appear on your arm when you make it outside of the house. jungkook notices when he turns around to look at you. without a second thought, he takes his jacket off and places it over your shoulders. the newfound warmth shielding you from the cold night. he didn’t mind the breeze, especially since he was still recovering from the stunt you pulled in the guest room.

“we can come back later if you want, let’s just go grab something to eat first so you won’t regret this tomorrow morning.” his explanation is pretty solid according to your drunken brain, so you oblige, moving to sit in his passenger seat.

he joins you in the driver’s seat not long after. “can we get mcdonald’s?” you ask as soon as he sits down.

a smile appears on his face as he starts the car, “sure.”

the drive made you feel a little dizzy, it makes you laugh. “you okay?” jungkook asks, but you nod your head. he’s so sweet, always asking if you’re okay, making sure you weren’t feeling too awful, etc. it only makes sense that you were falling head over heels for him.

“totally fine,” you look over to him with a smile on your face. he’s so fucking pretty, his side profile is something you could rave about for days. as he’s pulling into the mcdonald’s drive through, he’s talking into the intercom, ordering the two of you something to eat when you’re suddenly mumbling, “mcflurry, kookie, oreo mcflurry.”

he looks back to you, an amused smile on his face, “oreo mcflurry?” he repeats. you nod, “okay, anything for you.”

he reiterates the request into the intercom and the server gives him the greenlight. he drives forward and waits until the next car moves up, in the time being, he looks to you. your head laying up against the door and your eyes slowly blinking, warning him that you might fall asleep. so he reaches into his backseat, his arm looking for the water bottles that he usually keeps in his car.

“hey,” he taps your arm gently, “drink some of this first.” he hands you the water bottle, you blink slowly, trying to figure out what he was handing you. once you realize it was a water bottle, you take it, opening it and gulping some of the water down. jungkook is grabbing the food when you’re screwing the cap back on. he parks somewhere in the parking lot and tells you to start eating.

you grab your mcflurry first, the feeling of the cold ice cream on your tongue soothing your dizzy brain. “yum,” you think out loud.

jungkook laughs, taking out his hamburger while he takes out your chicken nuggets. “make sure to eat some of this, yeah? don’t want you throwing up and hating me.”

the thought makes you smile. jungkook was taking such great care of you. sure, he let you down the alcohol like it was nothing, but you never opposed to it, always taking the shot because you wanted to. now jungkook is here, taking care of you, because he wanted to. you knew that if it were anybody else, they probably would have left you at the party, letting you fend for yourself. the sudden warmth in your chest makes you want to tell jungkook everything.

with his jacket wrapped around you instead of him, you can see the bulge of his arm muscles peek out from the short sleeved shirt he was wearing. even drunk, your brain seems to travel back to the images from your dream. “you know, i had a dream about you, a reeaaaallllllyyyyy dirty dream, jeon jungkook.” you blurt out the confession before your thoughts catch up with you, the alcohol still very much blocking off the common sense part of your brain.

he tries his best not to overreact, but you had a dream about him? a dirty dream at that? it awakens something in jungkook, but he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling as he asks, “you did? what was it about?” he curious as to what you meant and what your dream entailed, but he didn’t want to push too far. especially since you were drunk and most likely just spilling everything because your brain doesn’t have the willpower to hold it back.

you stick your hand into the bag to steal some fries, stuffing them in your mouth. “oh, you don’t wanna know,” you chew.

jungkook quirks a brow, “well, was i good at least?” he jokes.

you scrunch your nose, nodding nevertheless. “too good, couldn’t even focus during the quiz because of it.”

jungkook is silent for a second. the conversation making him hot even though he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. so he clears his throat, trying to change the subject in a subtle manner. “is that why you were so mean to me this morning?” he pouts, connecting the dots.

you laugh at the question, “sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear.”

with that, the rest of the time is spent eating. jungkook makes sure that you ate enough and drank enough water, the empty water bottle in his cupholder as proof. “do you want me to take you home now?” he asks, the two of you finished eating and now a silence takes over the car.

“are you going back?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. he thinks you’ve started to sober up, or maybe have gotten to the point where you just want to sleep.

he shakes his head to your question, “honestly, i’m kind of tired, but if you want to go back, we can go.”

“no, i’m okay,” you decline the offer. jungkook laughs, starting the car again and driving back to your apartment complex.

you take this time to try to get yourself together. you know you’ll regret confessing to jungkook that you had a wet dream about him in the morning. but in the moment, it felt right to confess, (to your drunken brain of course). you tilt your head back, pushing your head against the headrest, and suddenly, you’re reminded of the stars jungkook has on his ceiling. you were silent as you admired the lights, jungkook takes a look at you when he’s stopped at a red light.

so cute, he thinks, staring up at his ceiling like it’s the real night sky. when he pulls up to your apartment complex, he wishes the night could be longer, that he could spend more time with you. he parks the car in the front, exactly where he picked you up. you’re looking to him now, your hands in your lap and your heart seemingly beating three times as fast as it usually does. it wasn’t the alcohol.

“did you have fun tonight?” he asks. his voice never fails to make you melt.

you nod, “i did.”

“i’m glad,” he smiles. there’s a small silence before he speaks once more, “also, y’know, you don’t have to stress yourself out so much, i know you might have expectations for yourself and stuff, but you should give yourself a break from time to time.”

the alcohol’s effects fading slowly from your brain when you start to realize that the entire reason jungkook invited you out was to help you destress. it makes you fall even harder, he was so thoughtful. even though a party wasn’t your scene, he invited you to give you a glimpse into how he has fun and hoped that it would help you loosen up a bit. you were grateful for the mental break he provided you.

you didn’t reply, purely because you were thinking about how much you want to kiss him right now, but it wouldn’t be right. when he speaks up again, there’s a nervous lilt in his voice, scared that he’s overstepped. “if you need anyone to help you— i don’t know, let loose? you can— you can always call me.” he scratches the back of his neck.

but you try your best to reassure him, smiling at the offer. “i will, thank you for tonight, jungkook, i really enjoyed it, despite being a lightweight.”

he laughs, staring at the way your face cutely scrunches when you giggle. he too, is fighting the urge to kiss you, because right now isn’t a good time. he wants to do it right. he doesn’t want to fuck it up with you. so instead, he hops out of the car and moves to open the door for you. helping you out of the car and walking you to your door, your hand in his.

“i’ll see you in class?” you turn to face him, squeezing his hand.

he nods, “yeah.” his signature bunny smile coming out to greet you a goodnight. “text me before you sleep?” he requests. you give him a thumbs up before he’s letting go of your hand and you’re sticking the key into your door, it’s then that you realize that you’re still wearing his jacket.

“oh!” you exclaim, taking the jacket off and handing it to him. but he holds his hand out to stop you.

“keep it, you can give it to me the next time we hang out, or something,” he suggests. you try to hide the growing smile behind a nod.

you hold onto his jacket, “goodnight, jungkook.”

he sticks his hands in his pockets, sending you another grin, “goodnight, ___.”

jungkook drives home, his empty apartment welcoming him. he plops down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes he was in because he was that tired. the events of today running through his mind.

he hopes you don’t think he was doing anything with those five girls. he saw you walk away when you did, he tried his best to escape the conversation, but they kept pulling him back. he gave up after ten tries of trying to get away, standing there for a good fifteen minutes listening to them babble about how much they missed him. jungkook had never rolled his eyes so many times in a conversation.

the talk the two of you had after was another thing taking over his mind. your dirty flirting and your dream you mentioned in the car had his imagination running all over the place. he didn’t want to push you when you explained, but he was very curious as to what he did in your dream, and how good it was for you to have it run through your mind all day.

his phone rings next to him. he turns and opens it, a smile on his face when he reads your message.

[12:32 am] you: hi jungkookieeeeeeeee

[12:33 am] you: im sleeping noww

[12:33 am] jungkook: alright cutie

[12:33 am] jungkook: goodnight! again 😂

[12:34 am] you: goodnight <3

he turns his phone off after that. looking up to his ceiling with a dumb smile on his face. his mind thinking of you and only you.

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[lifeofkaze]

Hi love!

Sorry for bothering you, but could you do something like really cute and fluffy between Charlie Weasley and reader where he's all shy and delicate maybe teaching her about dragons and their characteristics pls? Like, something that feels really intimate, you know?

I absolutely love your writing and I believe that you could make justice to the character.

Take care darling,

-A

Thank you for the request, loveliest anon! This is actually the first fic request I’ve ever gotten and I’m so happy you like my stuff so much, this makes me very very soft.

This fluff piece was just what I needed to get my mojo back hopefully. Please let me know if this is like what you had in mind - I for one had a lot of fun with it! <3

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Charlie Weasley x Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.800

As a Care of Magical Creatures test covering dragons of all things is imminent and you were too distracted in class to pay proper attention, you know just who to turn to for help.

“You want me to do what?”

Charlie Weasley blinked at you in confusion. He could feel his blood rushing in his ears as he looked at you standing in front of him, clutching you Care for Magical Creatures book to your chest as you raised your eyebrows at him.

“I asked if you could help me studying for the test next week?” you repeated your question, brow slightly furrowed. “I can’t keep track of all these dragon traits and who would know them better than you?”

Charlie felt the heat creeping up on his face. Of course, the test. It was all he had been able to think about ever since Professor Kettleburn had announced the topic; all except you of course.

He tried to formulate a coherent answer that wouldn’t make him look like a blabbering fool in front of you, but the way the dappled sunlight that broke through the trees reflected in your hair distracted him more than he cared to admit.

So he resorted to a weak nod. “Uhm, sure, I’d love to. See you at six in the library?” he managed to stammer out eventually.

A beautiful smile formed on your face as you nodded in enthusiasm. “Sounds great, see you there!”

Charlie watched as you swished around and walked back to your friends, who greeted you with giggles and whispers as they glanced in his direction. You gave one of them a playful swat on the arm, before your clear laugh carried over to him onto the warm summer air and made his heart clench.

He knew all of his dragons by heart, of course he did; this test was the first he hadn’t bothered studying for at all. But now, he suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to prepare himself.

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The light of the sun had already started to turn into the beautiful golden shade that heralded the end of a warm autumn day as you skittered into the library. You were a little bit late for your study session with Charlie, and the exertion from running all the way from your Common Room flushed your cheeks slightly red. Your friends just hadn’t let you go, all of them just as excited for what they called ‘your dragon date’ as you were. Not that you’d ever tell them that.

You found Charlie sitting at a table near the windows and your breath caught for a moment as you took in the warm light that washed around his frame; it was making his ginger hair glow like fire, the only vibrant speck of colour in this dusty old room full of books.

He had his nose buried in a big, leather-bound tome, his eyes darting over the pages frantically; you noticed how the tip of his tongue stuck out between his lips in concentration. He was so immersed in his reading, that he only noticed you approaching as you sat down next to him. Jumping in shock at your sudden appearance, he almost knocked over his ink bottle, only catching it at the last second before its dark, inky content could wash over the thin pages of his book.

“Oh, you’re here already, I didn’t even notice you until now.” His freckled face had flushed a shade darker than usual as he put his ink bottle back into its position and made room for you on the table.

“I’d rather say I’m here finally,” you responded, feeling a little bit guilty at making Charlie wait. “But I see that you started without me.”

He hurriedly closed the book. “No, I was just reading up on some facts about Welsh Greens so I have them sharp in my mind,” he explained, “in case you have questions, you know?”

It was only now that your eyes took in the numerous heaps of books piled up on your table. “First question,” you said as you ran your fingers over the backs of the tomes stacked on top of each other. “I thought the test was about dragons native to Europe and not every single one in existence,” you pulled out a particularly old looking book containing myths and fables, “and beyond.”

You silently counted the numbers of books Charlie had amassed and your eyes went wide. “Charlie, these must be all the books about dragons in the whole library,” you laughed, giggling at the flustered expression of the boy beside you.

“Well, not all the books,” he clarified sheepishly. “There are quite a few in the Restricted Section and then there’s the two I have up in my dorm but forgot to bring and- “

You cut off his rambling by gently touching his arm; he shut up almost instantly, glancing nervously down to where your hand was lying. “It’s alright, it was just a joke.”

“Of course,” Charlie muttered slightly embarrassed. What was wrong with him?

He watched as you pulled your notes from your bag; they were rather sparse compared to the almost three scrolls of parchment he had scribbled down himself.

“Where do you want to start?”

You hummed to yourself as you considered your choices. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread inside Charlie’s chest as you drew your lips into a pensive pout and tapped your index finger against it.

Finally, a neat stack of white flashcards, that lay hidden behind a book on Sea Serpents, caught your attention. You reached over Charlie and pulled them towards you.

Your mouth dropped open as you flicked through them; on every one of the laminated cards was an extensive profile of every kind of dragon imaginable. The descriptions were written out in a neat, accurate hand that looked nothing like the careless scrawl you’d seen on Charlie’s class notes.

But what took your breath away were the detailed drawings below the text. They were done by pencil and although they didn’t move like magical pictures often did, they were so lively as if they only waited to pounce off the paper and take into the air.

Charlie watched you apprehensively as your fingers traced the outline of what appeared to be a Swedish Short-snout. He felt his heart beat faster at the soft, admiring look in your eyes as you turned towards him.

“Did you do these yourself?”

He nodded in response. “It’s hard to find decent descriptions all in one place,” he explained quietly. “I don’t know how accurate the sketches are though; I’ve never seen a dragon in real life.”

You flashed him a radiant smile that had his heart rate pick up considerably. “I don’t care if they’re realistic; they’re brilliant!”

Encouraged by your excitement, he took the flashcards out of your hands and fanned them out, their blank backs facing you. “Then I’d suggest we start with them; pick one!”

Running the fingers along the cards twice, you finally settled on one and drew it out of his grasp. Charlie’s freckled face lit up as he saw which one you had chosen.

“The Ukrainian Ironbelly,” he exclaimed, “my favourite!”

All of his former shyness was suddenly forgotten; this was his prime discipline.

“The Ironbelly is native to the Ukraine, as its name suggests, obviously. It’s considered the largest dragon species in existence with an immense wingspan, long talons and scales that are said to be harder to pierce than steel. It’s name stems from the metallic grey colour of his underside and ever since one particular large specimen carried off a whole sailing ship in the late 18th century, they are under strict observation by wizarding authorities.”

You did your best to jot down the information Charlie dumped on you with impressive speed but there was no way you could keep up with his excited ramblings. So you resorted to listening to him as he lectured you about feeding habits, hunting methods and the average temperature of the flames an Ironbelly could produce.

He sighed wistfully as he paused for breath. “They’re amazing.”

You couldn’t hide your smile at his dreamy expression as you picked out your next card from the stack. “Okay, how about this one?”

The dragon it showed had ridges running along its back, ending in a nasty, arrow-shaped spike at the tip of its tail. It barred its teeth at you in a vicious snarl.

“That’s my favourite, the Hebridean Black,” he repeated his words from before, positively bouncing with energy this time around.  

You glanced at the card you two had just worked your way through. “I thought the Ukrainian Ironbelly was your favourite?” you teased him.

Charlie’s bouncing stopped instantly as he blushed bright red; you hadn’t meant to bring him down and felt sorry all of a sudden. So you propped the card against one of the book piles and turned to him.

“So, tell me more about it.”

Relieved to be able to tread on secure ground again, Charlie immediately recounted all the facts about one of the two dragon breeds native to the British Isles to you.

You continued in this fashion; your pulled a random card from the stash and Charlie would tell you everything he knew about it. He grew more animated with every new flashcard; as it turned out, every dragon you talked about was his favourite.

Seeing him so caught up in his favourite subject had a warmth spread in your chest and the smile on your lips never vanished even once. You had given up on writing Charlie’s words down about four cards ago and were merely staring at him explaining to you everything about these fantastic beasts that made up all of his dreams and musings.

His excitement quickly spread to you and you found yourself hanging onto his every word. But the more you were listening to him, the more you found your concentration shift from the dragons you were discussing to the boy beside you.

Your head propped on your hand, you admired how recounting scale colours and preferred environments of Romanian Longhorns brought a twinkle to his blue eyes and how his contagious laugh had you chuckle at the idea that people would confuse a Hungarian Horntail with a Norwegian Ridgeback.

The dimples forming in his freckled cheeks as he smiled at you were the exact reason why you had needed help with studying for this test in the first place. When you had talked about dragons in class, the eager smile and the slight scrunch of his nose as he scribbled down every single word Professor Kettleburn had to spare had left you breathless and unable to concentrate on anything but the butterflies dancing in your stomach.

The pile of flash cards had dwindled down until only a few more were left. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned around your next pick; the pictured showed a slender dragon directly from the front. It’s wings were outstretched and it seemed to be staring directly at you out of wide, pupil-less eyes. It was the only drawing so far that was coloured.

Your finger traced the subtle colour gradient rippling over its pearly scales as Charlie looked over to see which one was next.

“The Antipodean Opaleye,” he murmured, taking in your fascinated expression, “it’s singularly coloured scales and eyes are the stuff of legends.”

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, trying to imagine how the scales of a real life Opaleye might shimmer in the sunlight.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Charlie suddenly blurted out. The words had fallen from his lips before he’d even had a chance to stop them.

Both of you froze as what he had said sank into your consciousness. You couldn’t believe your ears and were half sure that your mind must have played a trick on you.

You carefully glanced over to Charlie out of the side of your eyes; he looked incredulous and you could watch the colour of his face turning from ghostly white to a deep, vivid scarlet that clashed with his ginger hair in a matter of seconds.

Feeling your own cheeks starting to blush at the unexpected compliment, you desperately were looking for something to say to take the shock out of his widened eyes. But your mind wasn’t working properly anymore, so all you managed was a meek “Wow, uhm, thank you Charlie, that’s really sweet.”

It was apparent your words didn’t help his flustered situation as he covered his face with his hands and groaned “I can’t believe I said that out loud; I’m such an idiot.”

You didn’t know what to do to help him; you felt utterly flattered and confused at the same time. You thought about putting your hand on his arm to reassure him what he had said actually made you happy, but paused halfway, not quite daring to touch him again.

Still unsure of what to do, you got up and picked up one of the books he had used to illustrate the facts on his flashcards.

“I’d better get going, I guess,” you stammered without looking at the wretched boy sitting at the table next to you, “thank you so much for helping me, I think I’ll manage the rest on my own. Can I borrow that book though?”

He didn’t raise his face from his hands, but nodded anyways. You felt bad for leaving him like that, but your head was spinning and you desperately needed to sort out your thoughts.

But seeing Charlie’s slumped frame sitting at the table, all the bubbly excitement from before completely drained from him, tugged at your heartstrings so hard it almost hurt. So instead of turning around and leaving, you drew a deep breath, gathered your courage and stepped behind him, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

You could feel his shoulders tense and his breath hitch as your hair tickled his jaw and were glad he couldn’t see the deep blush on your cheeks as you straightened up, picked up your bag and his book and hurried out of the library with a racing heart, too afraid to turn around once more.

*

Charlie and you hadn’t spoken again after what had happened in the library. It had taken him quite some time to be able to think properly again after you had left; he had just sat at his table, hand on his cheek where you had kissed him, staring into nothingness, the peachy smell of your hair still hanging in the air.

Even though the thought of how soft your lips had felt on your cheek had been the most prominent thing in his mind, he had passed his test with flying colours; some things just couldn’t be erased from his mind, no matter what was happening around him.

He had just returned to his dorm after a particularly tiring Quidditch practise when he saw it lying on his bed, propped up against his head bord; the book you had borrowed from him to finish studying on your own.

For a brief moment, he wondered how you had managed to get it up here, when he noticed something white sticking out of the pages. Curious, he picked up the book and flicked it open.

Even without looking, he knew what chapter it was you had marked with whatever you had put in there; he had read this book more times than he could remember. It was the chapter on the Antipodean Opaleye; he grimaced at the memory of when he had last thought about this particular dragon.

A white flashcard was stuck between the pages, its laminated surface flashing as Charlie turned it around to read it.

A big smile stole onto his face as he saw the photograph of you laughing and waving at him that you had stuck on the front side. His eyes swept over the lines written in your feminine hand and his smile grew even wider as he read the ‘special characteristics’ section:

It has to be remarked, that this particular specimen was able to pass her test with full marks.

He was glad to hear his blurted out compliment hadn’t affected your marks in the end. He sighed wistfully, when he noticed the very small, scribbled note at the very end of the card; it wasn’t as neatly written as the rest, almost as if your hands had shaken while writing it down.

Greatest weakness: While not many weaknesses are recorded of this specimen, it is said that it can be easily tamed by ginger-haired dragon trainers in the making. Whether these rumours are true, remains to be determined.

Charlie’s mouth dropped open as he read the last section over and over again, not daring to believe what he thought they said. But after the tenth time, he finally allowed the butterflies that  had been fluttering in his stomach to spread into the rest of his body, his smile growing into the widest grin as he tucked the flashcard carefully into the book again.

This time, he was sure; this one was his favourite.

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Potions accident

Draco Malfoy x reader

Request: hey!! i saw your requests are open and i loved your draco x reader fic (all of them are amazing but i just love draco) can you do one where they are in a potions exam with a vile professor (not snape pls) all of the students are afraid of him, and the reader has a bad reaction to a ingredient and starts feeling dizzy and faint and she tells draco (they are a couple) idk is just an idea don’t worry if you don’t want to do it THANKS ❤️

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: fainting

A/N: this one’s a bit shorter. I’m sorry it took so long, my motivation decided to go on a vacation for a while. The ending is a little different, but I hope you like it!

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The tension was dancing through the air as the few students waited outside the Dungeons for the exam. Potions. Not from Snape. No, this year the ministry had decided the final exams should be conducted by a professor assigned by the Ministry itself. No one knew why these new measurements were taken, it wasn't exactly like Snape was one to give his own students extra credit.

The dark small space was filled with ten students, all their faces hidden in books, trying to get the last information in their head at the last moment.

The exam would exist of just brewing a potion. No one knew which one and how long it would take. There were four hours reserved for the exam, but you hoped that you wouldn't need all that time. Four hours was a long time.

The door of the classroom opened to reveal an old man with a beard, who asked everyone to come in. The students in the hall closed their books and headed in the cold dungeons.

There was a different vibe than there was with Snape. Maybe it was just the pressure of the exam but the dungeons were cold and dark. The air was a bit humid and as you took in a deep breath the scent of old books and mouldy ingredients entered your nose.

‘Good afternoon,’ the man who had opened the door spoke as everyone sat down at a table with a cauldron. ‘You are here to test if you have what it takes to master the art of potion brewing. I highly advise you all to stay focused on your own work, learning something by copying your neighbour is not learning. That is also for you, miss,’ the professor said and he looked at a Gryffindor in the back of the room, who had turned around to whisper something to her neighbour.

‘If you have something to share, please do so with the whole class.’

‘No, sir, nothing,’ the Gryffindor mumbled and she turned her gaze back to her own cauldron.

‘That's what I thought,’ the man said and he stroke his hand through his beard. ‘My name is professor Berger and I'll conduct your exam today.’

Berger went into detail about the potion you had to make and the more time passed, the less you started to like the man. He was arrogant, thinking that he knew everything about the subject, inconsiderate, ignoring the obvious nerves in the room, and on top of that his voice was cold and distant. Everything about the man made you lose more motivation as he kept talking.

‘Well, good luck then,’ he said, while everything in his eyes told you that he didn't wish any of the students good luck.

You gathered the ingredients and started to work on your potion as fast as possible. You knew how to do it, you could clearly remember the page with the instructions.

As you crushed, cut and steered, your classmates did the same. The room was silent, apart from the occasional swearing when something went wrong and the sighs as the realisation of how long four hours actually is set. Professor Berger walked around the room, looking in the cauldrons he passed and smacking his lips as he did so. He had passed your cauldron five times already in the past two hours and his eyes told you nothing.

‘Only two hours left!’ Berger yelled from the front of the class.

You looked at the light blue liquid in your cauldron and smiled happily; you were right on the schedule. You only had to add the dried snake skin and unicorn hair and all that was left after that was stirring.

As you took the dried skins your fingertips tingled softly. It was as if your hand had been asleep and blood was now trying to make its way there. But your hand hadn't been asleep.

Quickly you dropped the skins in the liquid and this turned a darker blue, just like it had to. The unicorn hair followed after and from dark blue came bright green. You smirked at yourself and grabbed your wand to steer.

The potion started to bubble and fumes formed above the surface of the liquid. They reached up to the ceilings, like a green cloud.

You tried not to inhale too deeply, knowing that the potion was strong. But the fumes blew in your face and without wanting they got to your nose.

There was soft whizzing in your ear and your head started to spin. You lost your concentration and grabbed your head as you slowly felt the world moving under your feet. Dark spots formed in your sight and the dungeons disappeared as blackness filled your head.

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‘y/n? Darling? Please wake up.’

The first thing you noticed was the bright light around you. You couldn't be in the dungeons anymore. A hand was holding yours and under your body you felt a soft mattress.

As you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, you saw Draco sitting next to your bed.

You were in the hospital wing, you saw as you looked around. Slowly everything got back to you. The dark dungeons, that cold man and the exam.

Your exam!

‘Don't worry, dear, the professor checked your potion and he said that it was good enough to let you pass,’ Draco said as he realised your panic. His hand squeezed yours softly and he lifted it so he could place a kiss on your knuckles.

‘How long have I been here?’ you asked.

‘A few hours, it's nearly dinner time,’ Draco answered with a shrug.

‘You have been here the entire time?’

‘Of course,’ Draco said like it was the most logical thing in the world.

‘But didn't you have exams to study for?’

‘You are more important than exams, darling.’

You smiled and tugged on Draco’s hand, asking him to lie down next to you. He crawled on the small space next to you and you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You wrapped your arm around his waist and breathed in his scent. It was a mix of cologne, ink and mint. Something about it calmed you. It was something familiar.

‘How are you?’ Draco whispered.

‘Fine, my head hurts a bit. And my bum,’ you said and Draco laughed.

He stroke your arm and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. The air from his nose brushed through your hair and you nuzzled your face further into his neck, your lips pressed against his cold skin.

‘I was worried about you,’ Draco mumbled. ‘I don't like seeing you hurt.’

‘I know, I don't like to see you in pain either,’ you whispered. ‘I love you too much.’

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