#anyway the big problem is waking up then the exam

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genre: domestic fluff, reverse sick fic

pov: 2nd person

description: seungmin gets sick and you make it your mission to take care of him, even if he doesn't want you to

pairing: seungmin x reader

warnings: minimal swearing

word count: 2,722

screenshot count: 1

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"Why are you calling me this early? What happened?" You hear Chan groggily ask on the other end of the phone. You know he's been up for a while. The boys have practice in about an hour.

Seungmin is normally up right about now, getting ready to spend a few hours at the company. He'd be in the kitchen, packing his bag with snacks and frozen water bottles that you put away for him the night before. He was always loud in the kitchen, whether it was intentional or not, you're unsure. It was almost like he was waking you up without waking you up so that when he came to cuddle with you for a bit before he had to leave, he wouldn't have to deal with you pouting at him for waking you up.

"Seungmin is asleep," You whisper as you close your bedroom door behind you.

"Still?" You hear rustling in the background, "Does he know what time it is?"

"His alarm woke me up, which in itself is weird. He normally wakes up and turns it off before it does that. And when I told him to wake up he mumbled something I couldn't hear and went back to sleep. But Chan," You speak up as you make you way to the bathroom, "he feels hot."

You tuck your phone between your shoulder and ear as you pull out a washcloth and turn on the cold water. You drench the cloth as much as you can before wring out the excess water and tiptoeing back to your room where Seungmin is not so peacefully sleeping. His mouth is slightly parted like it normally is, his upper lip slightly twitching. Three vertical lines sit between his eyebrows as his face is screwed up in pain. You gently place the towel on his forehead before leaving the room again.

"He hasn't been feeling well the past couple of days. I told him to go home and rest but I think he didn't want to be home alone. But I've been making him take it easy when we were practicing."

You make your way back to the kitchen, grab a large plastic bowl from underneath the sink, and fill it up with water. You freeze as you nearly lose your grip on your phone before shutting off the water and walking back to the room. You set the bowl on the bedside table next to Seungmin before sitting down at the foot of the bed.

"I noticed that he looked tired and told him that he should just stay at the dorm since it's closer to the company but he said that he had to save me from myself." You sigh, taking one more look at your boyfriend.

"He said that you have a big exam today and that he was worried you were going to spend too much time studying to even eat."

"That idiot over-exaggerates. Anyway, it's fine, I'll just email my advisor and let them know I have a family emergency and make up the test later. I just wanted you to know so you aren't worried."

"No, thank you for calling. Just keep me updated. Thanks for taking care of him." He says softly.

"Not a problem. I'll text you periodically. I'm going to try to wake him up to take his temperature and give him some medicine. Have a good practice."

You hang up the phone before taking a deep sigh while looking at Seungmin. With the cool towel on his head, his face softens a bit, more relaxed. Seungmin doesn't get sick often. He's always worried about getting sick and giving it to him. If anyone around him is sick, he makes sure to stay away from you as long as possible. You're not sure if he even realized he was sick time or if he just thought he was exhausted from work.

You gently pat Seungmin's leg before getting up and leaving the room again, making a beeline straight to the bathroom. You grab the thermometer and a bottle of ibuprofen. You shuffle over to the kitchen and get a glass of water and a packet of crackers before slowly making your way back into your room.

"Don't come in!" Seungmin coughs, "I'm sick,"

You push the door open further just as Seungmin scrambles to pull the blanket up over his nose. His tired yet concerned eyes stare directly at you, carefully watching you. It makes your heart ache to see him being so sick and still worrying about you.

"I know you are, idiot. How do you think that rag got on your head?" You chuckle as you place the cup down and sit down next to Seungmin.

You pull the thermometer out and wait for Seungmin to pull the covers down so you can see how high his fever is. He pulls the blanket tighter to his face and shakes his head.

"Let me take your temperature," You coo, trying to coax him out of the blanket.

"Put a mask on," He says loudly through the blanket before coughing.

"We slept in the same room last night, pretty sure you latched onto me at some point. Your germs are my germs, anyway." You sigh as you try to pull the blanket away from him. Somehow, he's stronger than he normally is."

"Mask," He chokes out through a fit of coughs. "You have your exam today."

You try one more time to yank down the blanket, to no avail. "I'm going to take it during the makeup day. I'm calling off work today too."

"But it's your qualifying exam. You've studied so hard for it."

You can imagine the pout that's hiding beneath the blanket. The way his lower lip is jutting out and how his chin is trembling as he tries to keep from crying. You can see the tears well in his eyes. Something about being sick makes Seungmin overly sensitive. Or maybe he's just too tired and busy fighting off the cold to hide his expressions like he normally would.

"It's okay, they'll understand. Family first, and you're my family. Okay so--What are you doing?"

Seungmin quickly throws off his covers and stands up, stumbling for a bit. You drop both the thermometer and ibuprofen bottle, putting your hands out in front of him, ready to catch him in case he falls.

"I'm going to practice. I'm not sick so you don't have to worry about me. Go take your exam and--" Seungmin stumbles again, prompting you to rush over to him and grab him before he falls.

"Seung, just come lay down." You rub soft circles on Seungmin's back as you try to lead him back to bed.

"It's just..." Seungmin takes a deep breath, turning away from you so he doesn't breathe on you. Or maybe so you don't see him cry. "You're always there to push me and support my dreams. I don't want to be the reason you don't achieve yours. I want to support you like you support me."

"Hey, Kim Seungmin. Don't get all soft and mushy on me now. You've been hanging around Hyunjin too much." You manage to guide him back to bed, his body too tired to fight back. "You support me so much. You've come here every night for the past month, making sure I don't study myself to death. And you cook for me, even if you're exhausted from work. You support me enough, okay?"

"Yeah but--"

"Look, I'll go put on a mask so I won't get sick. I will leave all the things you need outside the door. I'll sleep on the couch. Okay? But the exam is nearly 4 hours long. I wouldn't even be able to concentrate that long while you're sick."

"Ibuprofen lasts at least hours. Eight hours at most. That's enough time for you to take the exam and come back."

"Fuck, you're stubborn--I can take the exam next month."

"Give me the medicine and I'll take care of myself. If something goes wrong, I'll call Chan hyung."

"I wish you were the type of guy that turns into a useless baby when they're sick."

"I'm not Changbin hyung,"

"Let's make a deal," You pick up the thermometer from its spot on the bed. "You stick this in your mouth and let it check your temperature and then take the ibuprofen. I'll check again in an hour when I'm supposed to leave and if you're better, I'll go. I'll even get you some soup from that place near the train station on my way home."

"...Fine, but I'm not going to be happy about it." Seungmin begrudgingly takes the thermometer from you and puts it in his mouth. You can tell how sick he is by the way he's not even trying to argue with you anymore.

You watch as Seungmin for a second before getting up and leaving the room again, leaving the door open this time and heading straight to the kitchen. You grab Seungmin's mug from the cup, a simple cream-colored mug with a brown handle and a person with a brown heart in the middle. You have the matching mug in green. Seungmin found them when he was on tour one day, you're not sure where he found them.

You set the mug on the counter as you pull out the electric kettle from the cupboard and fill it up with water. You turn it on and go through the boxes of various teas, looking for one that doesn't have caffeine in it.

"Y/n--" You hear Seungmin yell followed by a string of coughs.

"Seungmin, don't shout if your throat hurts." You call back, opening the tea bag and placing it in the mug.

You duck into the bathroom, taking a mask and putting it on before heading back to check on Seungmin. When you walk into the room, he's drinking the water you gave to him, clutching his chest. "What's wrong?"

"My fever is 38.9," He breathes. You frown, hearing the congestion in his voice.

"That's not too bad but it's still not good. I should--"

"No!" He sets the half-empty cup down on the bedside table, "You gave me an hour."

You roll your eyes, walking back to the kitchen to finish making Seungmin's tea and bringing it to him. "Did you take the pills I gave you?"

"Yes," He watches you as you set the cup next to the water and sit down at the edge of the bed. His face twists into a pout when he sees how close you are to him.

"That's going to take about half an hour to kick in. Besides the fever, how do you feel?" You move Seungmin's hair out of his face, his bangs clinging to his forehead wet from either sweat or the water from the compress.

"My head hurts a little and my throat feels like it's on fire. There is so much phlegm in my body, I don't think I have any blood left. Prick my finger to check." Seungmin throws his hand in between you.

"You are so lucky that I'm so truly, madly, deeply in love with you that you can't give me the ick because that's disgusting." You laugh, "Are you hungry?"

"Not really, just tired."

You stand up and stretch, your shirt slightly lifting. You watch as Seungmin reaches to poke your exposed stomach but stops himself halfway through, dropping his hand in his lap slightly pouting again. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower, I'll make you some soup when I'm done because you have to eat something. Lay down for now."

Seungmin just nods and lays back down, covering himself with the blankets while you grab your clothes.

"Drink your tea," You remind him.

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"Why aren't you wearing gloves?" Seungmin croaks as you place a new compress on his head.

"Be so fucking serious right now," You deadpan, dropping your eyes to meet his.

"I am," Your expression softens at the sight of his puppy dog eyes.

"Would you prefer I wear a hazmat suit?"

"I would actually." He pouts, "I just don't want you to get sick."

"Just shut up and let me take care of you." You breathe, finally getting annoyed.

You were set to go and take your exam like Seungmin wanted you to when you got an email about a flood at the testing site. Seungmin didn't believe you at first when you told him the exam had been rescheduled. He thought you were lying so you could stay home to take care of him. You had to show him the official email and everything to shut him up.

"I can take care of myself," He mutters under his breath.

"I know you can, but you don't have to. I like taking care of you so let me do it."

"Yeah but when I get sick, I'm fine after a couple of days. When you get sick, you're sick for a while. And you're miserable. So I'll take care of myself if it means you don't get sick." He sits up slightly.

He sounds better now. He's less congested than before thanks to the humidifier put in the room. His face has some color back to it and his nose is a little red from blowing his nose. He woke up not long ago. After he ate breakfast, he took a small nap before you made him take a shower to cool him down a bit. His fever is finally breaking and you can breathe for once today.

"Y-you shut up. It feels weird when you say sweet things like that."

"That was like, the bare minimum. I didn't even say anything mushy. Am I not nice enough to you?" Seungmin sits up, grabs your wrist, and stares back at you.

"You're more than nice to me, Minnie. I'm just teasing you." You whisper softly, stroking his face with the back of your hand. He feels cooler than he did earlier. His fever might actually be breaking.

Seungmin gently places your hand on the bed and takes the towel out of your hand, tossing it aside. He gently squeezes your hand and looks at your face with such tender eyes, you're not sure if it's because he still doesn't feel well or something else entirely.

"It's important to me that you understand that I'm mean to you in a loving way. I love you so much and I honestly wish I was a better boyfriend to you. I don't know how I got so lucky with you.."

"Seung," You call softly.

"...You're so supportive and understanding of me and my chaotic ass career. I would marry you right here and now if you let me..."

"Minnie," You try again a little louder this time.

"...But I also feel bad because I feel like I don't give you enough attention. I depend on you so much it's not even funny anymore. I feel like my day isn't complete unless I make you smile or laugh at the very least--"

"Seungmin," You grab his face with both of your hands. He does feel cooler, but he's still a little warm. "Let's do this when you aren't running a fever and have a bunch of medicine in your system, m'kay?"

"Sorry, I just love you a lot." He mumbles, sheepishly looking down.

You want nothing more than to kiss him right now but you know that if you do, even with your mask, Seungmin will throw a fit. "I love you too. Take another nap while I make us some dinner,"

Seungmin nods his head slowly before lying back down. You grab the towel and rewet it before putting it on his head. You watch as a pout forms on Seungmin's face.

"What?" You tilt your head to the side while crouching down to his level.

"I want to ask you to lay down with me but I don't want you to get sick." He sucks in his lip while looking away.

"I'll come take a nap with you later. And before you protest, I'll sleep with the mask on so don't worry."

"Did I already tell you how much I love you?"

"More than you need to, Seung. Now get some rest, I'll be back soon."

Bonus (a few days later):

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As usual credit to Hiki (@shyanimeboi) for this god sent gift they grace me. The amount of lore drops got me feral, it feels like Christmas, it feels like summer coming.

I won't post all of it since it is best that you go support the original poster at here: Hikifans on X: "Here is part 3 of the story. Sorry it was abit of a long wait, was stuck grinding for satans beginner nightmere candy https://t.co/IStdo8f7Xs #whatinhellisbad" / X (twitter.com)

Anyway here is the ramble

True but I don't lust as much as you girl (no problem with anyone that related to MC, she's just not for me). If I have that much sexual drive in me, for more than 70 guys at that??? I need to check myself out for medical attention, or else I gonna feel dread every time the lust comes (it is surprisingly a thing that I saw people talk about on TikTok)

Ppyong is a deadly combo man, he is cocky but also a masochist. His appearance is so my type too

MC being a freak, as usual, you go sis ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

THE WAY I CHOKE ON MY OWN SPIT- Like wtf do you mean?!!!! Why are you doing this to my fujoshi kokoro??!!! I know you want to do it but how do you want to do it?!! Shibari? Choking? WHat Ishb Ittzdhbjsfbnv?!- *Error*

NAURRRRR ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ MC DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!!!!

ASK HIM!! ASK HIM TO SPILL IT ALL OUT!! I NEED TO KNOW!! TELL HIM TO SPELL IT OUT-

*Error*

So, uh, they show a close-up shot of Juno's chest and he asks if Minhyeok is hard like his and MC is a bad liar, said "probably" and Juno calls her out on it.

And MC actually admitted and said that Minhyeok's chest is actually "wide like this"???

You did??? But then again why am I surprised that she did, they had to be kissing at some point if they stuck together for more than a decade with that amount of tension between them

Ok so Minhyeok played soccer in high school, MC and he are in different classes and they were going to give him back something they lent. But come across Minhyeok changing in the classroom, pretty standard

Yup, he knows, he definitely knows and he is tempting her. Also, apparently, Minhyeok's chest is toned, but flatter than Juno's, his abs also feel different than Juno's...

If you can't tell I'm furiously taking notes right now, someone on the dev team is looking out for my shipper's heart and I wish that person woke up on the right side of the bed every day and had their taxes filled on time, etc.

Woah that has to be some intense session you got there, I awake until 3am before and I still have energy fueling me.

Relatable, highly so, I got deadlines every day during the semester. You think it's fine when you get used to it after 3-4 weeks but then it hits you with a week's worth of exams that you need to finish within that time while maintaining other stuff outside your major, and then combine it with other stuff outside uni (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Too high of a standard girl, if I were him, I would already be too high on coffee and delirium to even see what I'm typing on the computer.

I'm surprised he's only tired, I expected some breakdown but then again, it's Minhyeok. The guy built different

Wait that's so cute!!! Awww (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

Minhyeok sure is deep in his sleep, cause the slightest noise or outside touch would wake me tf up, I will go straight back to sleep later if it is nothing but if this happens it would me start kicking before I could even think

Built like a campus crush and act like a campus crush. If he has time to be good at sports then he most likely be in one of the SKY universities in Korea. If he also doesn't go to Hagwon then that would be even more crazy

Ok rude, you not even gonna clean the wet chair up??? Even if you're my best friend, I would still drag you back to clean the mess yourself cause ain't no way I'm touching the juice that came out of your bussy

THE TENSION IS REAL BOISSS

I know what you are MC and don't worry I won't judge, just tell me how big the file is compare to others

Ok, that is it, love part 3, they feed me a good amount of lores, and thank you again to the heaven-sent Hiki (@shyanimeboi), please watch the full video on their channel. I couldn't do this without them sharing this with all of us for free at that 🛐🛐🛐

Thank you for reading through my fangirling and good days to everyone!

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb minhyeok #whb mc #whb ppyong #whb juno #wordsvomit notes

[starz222]

operation: true love | scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis. scaramouche is one of the highest ranking students in teyvat high! how is it like having him as a seatmate?  notes. scaramouche as eunhyeok. based off ep 23 of operation: true love on webtoon !  i haven't read operation: true love since aug 2022, i only read until ep 10 bc the rest needed fast pass. anyway, i know this scene bc of a tiktok edit, the premise is similar but slightly different! i read webtoon a lot, so dialogue is also referenced from seasons of blossom! not proofread !!

it's math class, and you weren't paying attention. you begin to doze off as the chalk clashes with the board. in an attempt to stay awake, you rip a piece of scratch paper and draw a hashtag with a circle in the center. you write a little note underneath – "let's play." 

you pass it to your seatmate, scaramouche, one of the highest ranking students in the school. of course, he had plenty of rivals– albedo, alhaitham, heizou, ayato… they were countless, but being his seatmate, you watch his competitiveness, his need to win. 

he takes your note and entertains your request. you thought he'd crumple it up, but you realized that he already knew what the teacher was discussing and didn't care. 

you play a few games– 0-10. 

you mutter under your breath, "damn it." scaramouche chuckles and returns the scratch paper to you, "y/n. let's not play anymore. you're too bad at this game, it's not fun." 

your mouth is agape, offended by his words. you knew he always spoke the truth, and you hated how blunt he was but he was always right. 

"alright class, i'll be handing out these papers. answer them in 15 minutes or less." your math teacher raises their voice, not shouting, but only to wake up those who have dozed off. 

shit. 

your classmates complain about the given time, it's too short, they tell your teacher. "it would be easy if you paid any attention." 

shit (the sequel)

you recieve your paper, and in the past minutes all you've written down is your name. you take a glance at scaramouche, well his paper. you watch as he flicks his pen and makes clean, fast strokes. he solves the problems with ease, nearly done with the paper. the tip of his pen is thin and his answer sheet is neat and is organized, the rest of the solving is done mentally. 

pretty handwriting. 

you look at his hands,

pretty hands.

wait, what?

snap out of it! he’s your seatmate, and exams are up, so i really have to do well– no, scratch that, i have a surprise quiz right now! i know it’s wrong but… maybe i could just take a peek at his answers? 

you lean closer to him to look at his paper, since his writing is incredibly thin and long, you can’t see it well, so you squint. it doesn’t help when his left hand covers the other half of his paper, hey– move, i can’t see it! you sigh. eventually, he retreats his left arm and his shoulders tense because of your stare. you were lost in your thoughts, happy now that his arm wasn’t blocking the way, until his left hand grabbed the edge of your chair and pulled you closer. 

he turns to you, “can you see it better?” he furrows his brows and sighs. he stares at you, directly into your eyes. “yea- yeah.” you mutter. “good, now write quickly, would you? time’s almost up, and your paper is as blank as your mind.” he goes back to solving his paper.

you couldn’t even get mad at his comment, after all, he’s letting you copy his work. and, you were focused on his strength, how he was able to pull you by the chair with only one hand.

his hands are big, maybe that’s why. haha.. 

you watch as he passes you a piece of torn paper with a note– “exams are coming up, if you need help, just say so.”

“thanks, you’re pretty.” 

he stops writing.

“i mean pretty nice–you’re pretty nice.”  his ears turn bright red, you’re pretty… nice too, he thinks.

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Enchanting secrets ✧˖°.

★senior/quidditch captain/slytherin!ellie williams x senior/gryffindor!reader ★warnings: making out lol, swearing, (smut in part 2 that is complete link below) ★inspo: so basically yk the drarry ships?? this is kinda basically it but with ellie & reader and the hogwarts!ellie headcannons ★please read! harry potter fans please don't come at me because the timeline of this fic is probably not accurate from the books and movies. and yes, i did watch the movie but im not really in the fandom that much so i did as much as researching as i could.

Hogwarts has been a big journey for you and all the wacky magical things happening. as now you are in senior year, the last year in hogwarts, after that you'll have do the N.E.W.T.s test that is known to be increadibly difficult.

Your really nervous, luckly your friend, Dina is a fellow gryffindor as well. And she's a smart student.

You really want to do well in the test. magic isn't as easy as flickering a wand in the air and boom! your a frog. Its much more complex than that. theory or practice, its hard.

Your now in the library with Dina, studying your ass off. its quite stressful with all the subjects.

Tomorrow is the quidditch match. your house versus slytherin. you can't wait to watch it. its always so much fun watching quidditch. you never really liked playing quidditch since it all looks so exhausting and dangerous, not like hogwarts is not itself. but you rather focus on your studies.

"Dina, im going back. real tired. you coming?" you ask the black haired girl. "Yeah all go back after its actually time for students to get back and sleep" she replied. "Cya" you left the library grabbing your books.

You walk all along the school corridors and went on the anoyying stairs that always move to a different place. its still quite busy. but only with all the seniors. running up and down.

You suddenly bump into someone. an auburn haired girl making you drop your book. "shit, sorry let me get them for you" she bent down to your knees grabbing the books you dropped.

The girl hands out the books back to you. "thanks... ellie?" you thank her while a bit skeptical if thats her name. "no problem" she replied and continues walking down the stairs.

You were right, Ellie williams. captain of the slytherin quidditch team. You see her a lot. she's a big deal. the some what 'anoyying' quidditch captain that always makes their team win in quidditch the past years shes been in hogwarts.

You continue walking up the stairs towards the 'fat lady' painting. You stood infront of the painting. "fibbertigibbet" you said as the painting opened and you step in.

Your basically the first senior to enter since everybody was busy studying while you cant take it anymore. you were too sleepy. so you changed in to your pyjamas and went to bed

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Your sleep was interrupted by Dina. "wake upppp, it's already time for brekfast!" she shook your unconcious body. you quicky open your eyes and saw that it is perfectly 7.30 in the morning.

Your sleep felt so quick. "wait up, im gonna get dress" you got up and dressed up as Dina waited in the common room.

"Let's go Deen" you went outside the gryffindor house and quickly went down the stairs to the great hall where brekfast is served until around 8.

You went ahead and sat down and grabbed the food you wanted. chicken, again. your kind of obsessed with eating chicken by now.

You glaired at the slytherin table where you saw, ellie williams again. for some reason, since you two bumped to eachother on the stairs, you couldnt seem to get her of your mind.

Dina waved her hand infront of your face trying to stop you from zoning out and daydreaming too much. "who's the lucky guy your gonna take to dance after the exam?" Dina looks at you hoping you already have a guy to take out to the last senior prom.

"Oh uh, dunno" you slightly shook your head. "who we're you looking at anyways?" she asks curiously. "no one, just uhh.. someone that helped me grab my books when we bumped into eachother last night"

"see? i dont think thats a 'no one' after all! who is it?" she shook your shoulder excitedly. "a girl... you know? slytherin's quidditch captain?" you said nervously.

"are you kidding? ellie? you mean ellie williams? she's bad news!-" Dina said out loudly as you stopped her to make her a little more quite since there was a lot of people looking at you two.

"My god, she's so anoyying! she's our rival y/n!" she looks at you. "i knowww, but-" you stopped talking trying to think what to say next.

"but what? okay, i could quickly find you a good looking, smart, green flag gryffindor guy in a minute! it'll be easy, almost every gryffindor wants you. not to meantion, a lot of other boys from other houses would want you"

"i'll just worry about it later, whats the point of having a 'guy' that wants you but you don't want them anyways?"

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You couln't focus the whole time in potions. you kept having your eyes on ellie making it difficult. you exited the class and went towards the bathroom to wash your face.

You went inside hearing someone crying and ofcourse it is moaning myrtle. the ghost who haunts the girls bathroom.

You saw another girl infront of the sink. you got closer and it was ellie. god, you meet her everywhere. you went to the sink next to her as you turned on the faucet.

Ellie looks at you "hey, never really catched your name last night" slightly tilting her head. "I- im- uh, y/n" you introduced yourself.

"nice meeting you"

"y-you too!" you said nervously.

"whats your next class y/n?" god, she said your name making you blush a little. suprised that she brought up a conversation. "defence againts the dark arts" you replied.

She looks at you while not sayying a thing. just admiring your face making your heart skip a beat. you couldn't handle the tension anymore.

"i should get to clas-" you stepped a bit further from her but she grabbed your left arm. "the teacher wouldn't mind you being late right?" she said teasingly.

"y-yeah he wouldn't min-" suddenly ellie pulls you in a kiss. fuck, you didn't know this would happen so quickly. you kissed her back. her hands on your waist.

"c-can we a go somewhere a little more private? Just incase...-" ellie grabs you and puts you two in one of the stalls locking the door from behind.

She pins you to the door and started giving you hickeys on your neck with you letting out choked up moans as she lifts up your sweater.

You hear someone sniffing, moaning myrtle. "Looks like things are getting a little too spicy in here. you stupid kids forgot i haunt this place? Jeez, get out!"

Shit, you totally forgot about her being her- fuck! Your missing out on professor lupin's class!

"El- ellie im missing class i should go-" you push her back a little. "See you after the match?" You nod as you went outside the stall

You ran around the corridor. 14 minutes late into proffesor lupin's class. luckly it was him teaching so he didn't make a fuss about you being late and you just said you were in the bathroom constapated as hell and he led that slide without you telling him you hooked up with the slytherin quidditch captain.

"were you that constipated? your lucky proffesor lupin isn't absent or you'd be in hell!" Dina did made a fuss about it.

You rolled your eyes and continued writing in your notebook.

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

This evening the weather is perfect. Not too hot, a bit cloudy but no sign of rain. The quidditch match had begun 15 minutes ago.

Slytherin are currently in the lead. Brooms going back and forth in lightning speed.

You could care less about the match, you were drunk in love admiring ellie on her broomstick. She was your house biggest rival!

Your mouth accidently slipped "Go ell-!" Dina looks at you confused. "Shes our rival! Snap out of it!" You stayed silent gazing at ellie like your some dumb 12 year old thats so drunkly inlove.

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

The match has ended with slytherin, again. everybody went back inside the school corridor as the slytherin kids all cheered for ellie and her team.

you were completely starstruck by her. shes so... mesmorizing its driving you insane.

suddenly you felt someones arm touching yours in the crowd. you looked at your left to see... ew! its that icky popular gryffindor guy that cant seem to get your hands off you.

"hey, i was wondering if you'd want to come to the dance with m-" you cut off his words. "sorry, fully booked" you tilt your head with a smug face.

You were lying, theres been a lot of guys asking you but you just rejected all of them.

You walked away from him without looking back. as the corridor got a little less hectic, ellie approaches you. "hey, about that..." she stopped. "would you go to the yule ball with me after the exam? any chance? you already got someone... dont you?"

You giggled "i don't, ellie" you smile. she smiled back at you and pulled you in for a kiss infront of people including dina.

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

★read please!

HIIII soooo its donee, sorry if i misspelt stuff. ik the pole i did alotta people voted for smut but i wanted this one to be clean???? so if you want to read the next part (that has smut) you can read it here!

lmk if you wanna see the yule ball part after the n.e.w.t.s!

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[crabonfire]

unsure if it’s been done before, or if you’re comfortable with it, but mercs as parents ? :]

the way I gasped when I saw this bcs omg yes!!!! mercs as parents babeyyy B)

Mercs as parents!

characters: all mercs!!

warning: none!! some are a tiny bit sad but still hapy

NOTE!!! sorry this is very...long overdue. when exams came out I just got writers block, I had to focus on exams...thank god they are ending in a couple days GAHSHHDHDHFHF

also some are shorter than others...m very sorry bbg :(

♡Scout♡

• aw

• I don't know this is honestly really cute

• he has some... Doubts. Like any parents do, but seeing the happiness on your face and your child(ren) s face whenever you talk to him? that makes all the worry go away baby.

• such a good dad. he smothers them with love and affection, definitely pretends to be santa claus on Christmas (if you celebrate it) and teaches those kids to be tough.

• DEFINITELY takes them out to play baseball. your kids are baseball fans take it or leave it.

• I really don't have much to say other than the fact he'd be a great dad, I think this will teach him a lot about himself and make him a better person, I love dad scout.

♡Soldier♡

• I feel like he'd be a bit too aggressive on the child(ren) at first, not understanding how fragile they can be until he really sees them.

• he's much more gentle and quiet around them, trying his best not to scare them.

• I think he has some gender role problems to deal with, so talk through it with him.

• but anyways, he's a great dad honestly. he cradles them and plays with them everyday, making sure that they are always happy.

• he may not understand much of a child's need or their limits, and you two may fight about that. But understand that he will definitely learn, give him time, he is trying his best.

• he's not good at comforting, but he's great at pep talks and hyping his kids up!!!

• he teaches them to be brave and strong, telling them stories from when he was in war. Its all fake, but who cares honestly.

• overall decent dad, just needs to change some of his habits.

♡Pyro♡

• WOAHHH

• Super understanding parent.

• I feel like he went through a ton as a child, explaining why he acts childish sometimes, so I think he's be a very understanding parent when it comes to his kids.

• very patient, and fun!!

• I bet for a fact that the kids love him, spoils them a shit ton.

• he loves to draw with them, putting their drawings up in your shared bedroom so he can admire them when he wakes up.

• he's a bit doubtful of his ability to parent, he thinks he's a bit too unprepared. But as long as your here, he's not too worried.

gosh I love pyro

♡Demo♡

• this guy was SO PUMPED when you two decided to have kids

• but oh boy is he anxious.

• he will not drink ever around them.

• he's quite sweet to his kids, calling them lad or lassie, along with cute ass nicknames because he just loves them so much.

• loves to hug them and carry them whenever you go out, piggy back rides, princess carry, whatever it is, he loves it.

• he likes to mess around with them a lot, and probably the type of dad to go with their kids dumb ideas even though they might go horribly wrong or are just stupid.

• he loves his family. does he think he's a bad parent sometimes? Yeah, but every parent does. You just give him a hug and he'll forget all about it.

my man fr!

♡Heavy♡

• i love misha :( my big mercenary man misha:((( I love him sm....

• gosh I'm smiling as I'm typing this ok

• he's the best dad ever.

• he's strict, of course he is. but you've seen this man in the comics, he knows when to let loose.

• he cooks for them everyday, making them school lunches, teaches them Russian, and teaches them to defend themselves if it needed to be done.

• he's also so sweet, and he tells you and his kids he loves them everyday. Heavy is not embarrassed, why should there be a need to be embarrassed? He loves you guys.

• he loves to read them stories before bed, and he loves to give them bear hugs and carry them.

• when the kid(s) saw him, he was scared that the kid(s) would be scared of him. But when they hugged him and gave him a bright smile, he melted into a puddle and chuckled, giving them a forehead kiss.

is the reason I love heavy because my dad left me for 7 years of my life and even as he came back he still didn't give me affection till this very day? maybe. but we'll never truly know.

♡Engie♡

• Hshdhdhjfjfjfj men. I LOVE. MEN.

• ueeuueue....ue...:(...ueue,,,uee!!! ;(((

• so...so sweet. MAN.

• calls them all sorts of nicknames.

• this man has never had any doubt in his life.

• he will kiss, hug, carry, cradle, comfort, just smother them with so so much love.

• makes inventions for them, and if any of them are ever interested in engineering his heart will explode due to happiness.

• he spoils those mfs so much you gotta tell him off sometimes. He's honestly so sweet it hurts.

• he will take so many pictures, and have them on both a physical album, and one he keeps in a camera he made himself. So that incase one is lost, he still has the other.

• I...I don't know man. He's the perfect dad. I genuinely don't know what else to write.

engie..kiss me challenge? UM...sir why do you as a man have cute lips? for me to kiss them? whore

♡Medic♡

• hell nah.

• he probably just wants one kid, he thinks more than one is a mistake LMAOOOO

• he's not very affectionate, not that he doesn't want to be, but he's scared to overwhelm the child.

• overall tho, he's actually quite sweet.

• he'll leave the affection up to you, but of course he will spend time with the kid...its his kid too after all 💀

• he likes to call them nicknames too, and likes to ruffle their hair a lot.

• probably will only bond with their kid over scientific stuff or whatever the kids into, he has to tone down the insanity a bit, but they are sweet together. The kids a bit messed up like he is to be honest, and he finds that endearing.

"Papa look!! I drew an anatomically accurate heart! Do you like it?"

"Oh mein gott, zhis is quite beautiful! The detail... Amazing work mein schatz :) ruffles their hair "

• he doesn't understand or relate to children much, but he tries, he really does. He will spend days trying to find a solution to make your child feel better if they were ever sad. He's a good dad, and he will try to be the best if he can.

aww he's so baby girl

♡Sniper♡

• aw baby girl

• definitely has a lot of doubts, but he's happy.

• like medic, probably just wants one kid.

• if it was a girl he'd definitely call them "daddy's little girl"

• he's always smiling around them, they just make him so happy.

• he's honestly struggling every day, having to ask you for comfort or advice on if he's doing it right. Doing what right you ask? Parenting.

• but just be there with him through it all, he's a great dad just anxious.

• he talks to his kid about how to survive in the wild, showing them his collection of cool yet a bit weird stuff from his past work experiences. Some are a bit...too weird. Remind him to not show the kid the animal eyes he has in a jar from that one time he fought off a radioactive iguana.

• him and the kid get along pretty well, to be honest...he's starting to change his mind about only having one kid.

♡Spy♡

• sobs

• he doesn't want to...at first.

• well,,,he doesn't want to mess up like he did before. How he left scout, left his past behind, he doesn't want to do that to you because of his cowardness.

• but in the end, he loves you, and he loves the child, so he will try his best.

• he's a great father, have you seen him in that one Christmas comic?

• he will smother that child with love and gifts, and will train them to be kind at a young age.

• he's still extremely doubtful of his ability, but just comfort him. he's doing great, he just can't seem to understand that right now.

• but he's sweet, he loves them, and you, and isn't embarrassed to admit it (like misha!!!)

• he's a bit distant from the child at first, but as time goes by it'll all be fine. he doesn't want to hurt his child, not again.

sobs. Great dad, major issues.

done!!!

YAY!! sorry I haven't written in months,,exams.

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[nar-nia]

make up picnics

word count: 1.7k

warnings: angst, self-doubt, an overworked y/n

~~~

"Aaaah!"

A loud groan could be heard in the otherwise empty library. Heads turned around, annoyed eyes looking for the reason for this disturbance, settling on you. More precisely on your own head, which was landing on your book with a loud thud in this exact moment. You heard a few huffs and angry murmurs about your behavior, but right now you only cared about whether your tears would destroy the book in front of you and if you could save it with a spell or if someone was smart and had already made the pages water resistant. Oh, and the enormous mountain of homework and study subjects in front of you.

Being a Ravenclaw wasn't easy, especially not for you. It seemed like everyone expected so much from you, like you were supposed to know the answer to every single question that existed. Spoiler: you didn't. You weren't even close. A no go, apparently, judging by the shocked looks on your classmates' faces every time you got an answer wrong, or even worse, didn't know it at all. So, you tried to work even harder. Spent even more hours in the library. Worked through even more sleepless nights. But to no avail. You felt worse every day, and you could feel yourself forgetting more every day too. It was an endless circle, one you couldn’t escape by yourself.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

You were too exhausted to lift your head, a soft hum was all the response the person in front of you got.

“How long have you been here?” You felt him move to your side, your face turning to your side too to look at him. Sunghoons eyes were searching your face, his eyes tinted with worry.

“Don’t know.” You yawned. “A few hours.”

“Y/n,” he whispered, making moves to kneel down next to you.

“I know.” You couldn’t take his worries right now, not when the next big exam was coming up, so you stood up quickly. Too quickly, because the room started spinning around you, specs covering your sight. You felt Sunghoons hands on your arm and waist more than you could see them or even him, same for the chair he was softly sitting you down on.

“You can’t keep doing this.”

You just shook your head, too tired to argue with him. Too tired to explain why you had to do this, why you really didn’t have any other choice. You knew he would argue back, and you knew his arguments would make way more sense than yours, but you couldn’t have that right now. Maybe after the exam… for a short while, before the next one came up.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Sunghoon mumbled, his hands moving under your legs and along your back to pick you up. You managed to let out tiny sounds of protest, but Sunghoon didn’t let himself be influenced by this, his feet confidently walking towards the Ravenclaw dorms. He had no problem figuring out the password – and you felt a familiar pain. It wasn’t the first time that you felt your boyfriend was way smarter than you, a way better suitor for being a Ravenclaw. His intelligence could have made any Ravenclaw proud, while you… well.

“We should switch houses,” you mumbled, tears prickling in your eyes. “I’m too dumb to be a Ravenclaw anyway.”

“Let’s talk about this when you’re awake,” Sunghoon mumbled back. You couldn’t ignore the slight hurt in his voice, but you didn’t care.

“You know I’m right. Gryffindors golden boy and Ravenclaws big disappointment. Things would be so much easier if we just switched houses.”

“You know that’s not right. You’re incredibly smart, you deserve to be in Ravenclaw. I wish you could see that too.”

“Stop lying.”

“You can!” Sunghoon had started to get louder too. “Please just rest, I’m begging you. Nothing you say makes sense, you’re just tired and overworked. Sleep and when you wake up the world will seem nicer again.”

Sunghoon sighed. “I’m not lying, Y/n.”

“You are! Everyone knows.” You didn’t know when you started sobbing, but now you couldn’t hold them back. “Why are you even dealing with me. You should look for someone that can keep up with you.”

“I want to break up.” Your whisper was barely audible, but you knew Sunghoon had heard you when his body froze.

“You what?”

“I want to break up. You deserve someone better, someone like you. Not someone who tries so hard to be something they’re not.”

Sunghoon sat you down on your bed, but he was avoiding looking at you. There was so much hurt in his eyes, tears threatening to spill any second, that you instantly regretted your words. But the part of you that was stressed and scared, and that was the biggest part right now, was convinced this was the right thing to do. The only plausible thing.

“Don’t do this.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Sunghoon was still not looking at you, and after whispering those words it almost felt like he fled the room. And maybe he did, maybe he already couldn’t stand being around you anymore. You wanted to cry out for him, to scream, say how much you regretted this, but exhaustion started to hit you and you fell into a restless sleep.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon.”

Both of you were crying now, both trapped in your own hurt and confusion. You felt so helpless. You needed Sunghoon, you loved him, but how long could he still love you? How long until he realized you were just a scared little Ravenclaw who didn’t have a clue what they should do. Who felt lost, overwhelmed, and judged by everyone around them. And soon your boyfriend would be one of them, you were sure. Well – ex-boyfriend now.

~~~

You didn’t know how long you had slept, but your first instinct after waking up was to head to the library again. At least until yesterday’s events were starting to catch up with you.

“Shit.” Did you really break up with your boyfriend? That couldn’t be. You loved him. You were just tired and exhausted and-

You noticed a little piece of paper on your nightstand. It had your name written on it, in a very familiar handwriting.

‘If you still want to break up with me ignore this. But if not meet me at 11 at our usual spot.’

Oh. You looked at the clock- 10:30. You could still make it.

There was no room for doubt or hesitation in your mind as you rushed to get ready, arriving at the familiar spot only two minutes before 11. And there was Sunghoon, a nervous look on his face.

“Hey,” you mumbled. You didn’t really know what to say. ‘Sorry for breaking up with you’?

“Hey.” Sunghoon smiled. “I’m glad to see you.”

“I’m so sorry.” Your voice was shaky, just like the rest of your body. You took a step towards him but took one back right after. You didn’t know what to do now. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you feeling better today?”

You huffed. “I feel like shit. I can’t believe I broke up with you.”

“Me too. I know you didn’t really mean it, but it still hurt.”

“If you want to break up with me now-“you started.

“I know,” you mumbled.

It was quiet for a while, the air still filled with tension.

“Let’s just forget about it. I prepared some-“ Sunghoon said at the same time.

“Oh.” Sunghoon looked at you with wide eyes, shock evident on his face. “I would never want to break up with you. I love you.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because even though you don’t believe it, you’re amazing. You’re so smart and funny, and you’re so incredibly pretty. You make me smile every single day, and every time I don’t see you, I’m counting the hours until I can see you again.”

Now it was your turn to stare after Sunghoons outburst. “I- I didn’t make you smile yesterday.”

“I don’t care about a few hours if you make me happy during all the other hours of the day.”

Your eyes filled with tears again. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I think you missed the part where I just explained why I don’t deserve you,” your boyfriend smiled. “I feel so lucky to have you.”

Sunghoons arms wrapped around you, his hand soothingly drawing circles on your back. “I love you so much, y/n. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“It’s the same for me. I’m so sorry Sunghoon.” His words were reassuring, but they also filled you with even more guilt. You really didn’t deserve him, and he didn’t deserve to get broken up with in such a way. “You deserve someone who doesn’t destroy their life because of stress,” you whispered.

“I don’t care about that. I only want you.” Sunghoon pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before he slowly let go of you. “Let’s forget about this, okay? I prepared something… I think it’s good if you get a free day.”

“I-“Your head started filling up with worry about your grades, the reactions of your housemates… and the look in Sunghoons eyes right now. There was worry, but more importantly there was so much love inside them. All directed towards you. “I like that idea.”

“Thank you.” Sunghoons cheeks turned pink as he tried to avoid looking at you. “I can’t use credit for the food though… I had help from the kitchen.”

He smiled at you, his hand naturally finding yours to pull you a bit further away.

“Oh.” He had placed a nice picnic blanket on the ground, a basket right next to it, and pillows all around. “It looks so pretty.”

“I love you.” You quickly pressed a kiss onto his cheek before you let yourself fall onto the blanket, pulling Sunghoon with you in the process. “You make me really happy too.”

By now Sunghoons face had really turned all red, his fingers nervously fidgeting with a loose hay straw from the basket. You couldn’t help it, you just had to kiss him again. And again. And maybe again… and also, just maybe, Sunghoons face turned only more red from this, until he could almost compete with a tomato.

~~~

this was supposed to come out yesterday but i had such a stressful week that i didn't manage it sooner 😕 i hope you still enjoy it though! please remember to always take little breaks in between study lessons and drink a lot, maybe go out for a walk if you can. i love you all <33

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[nahalism]

Have you ever beaten yourself down or felt defected because you couldn’t uphold a routine?

I am going through something like this now. I see people around me who, of course to varying degrees (but some excell in) getting their diet, sleep schedule, studying/working, exercising routine in check, having a plan. And whenever i try, for the love of me, i just cannot uphold it. I can’t be consistent, my brain just doesn’t work like this but i keep hearing that it has improved peoples’ lives so much, developing a routine and sticking to it. And i know me not having one is probably not in my favor (studying whenever i have the ”inspiration” to because otherwise my brain just shuts off no matter how i try to trick myself instead of regularly and smooth sailing through assignments as a result) can’t go to sleep and wake up at the same time every day INCLUDING WEEKENDS can’t eat regularly. So i try to improve myself and chase this but all it does is reflect to me that i am just not able to and it makes me feel even worse about myself. And i personally know people who ARE able to do all of that and i can see it pays off in so many ways, in their life. My thoughts get in the way, my feelings get in the way and they make me pretty much not functional for periods of time and i am not sure if these people experience the exact same „wall” and they consistently push through it or if maybe my wall is just a big higher and stronger than theirs sometimes. I feel like my brain is against me, truly. (Probably relevant to mention that i do have some mental problems overall which could be affecting all i mentioned and the way i function, it still feels so defeating to me)

such a long message, i am sorry. i hope you are love lately x

hey beautiful <3. my reply will be equally as long if not longer so no need to be sorry :)

yes. lol just, yes. ive been through the exact same feelings that you describe and even though i struggle less now, i struggle less only as a consequence of my ability to be kinder and more tolerant of myself, not because ive magically changed into someone different. — ill try to explain what i did to help but ill be honest, theres only ever been one solution for me which is to do the work. its hard, its lonely, no one comes to help, or to save you, they even stop pretend ing to care. people will try to support you, but despite best intentions may fall short or lack the capacity to give you what you actually need. so you have to be the one. you have to carry yourself over the finish line, often at the cost losing things, people and parts of yourself that you think you love and cant do without (its soul wrenching but worth the initial discomfort, i promise). every breakthrough is hard earned and often doesnt even feel like the cherry on the top that its supposed to be. so the only way to find the will to keep going is to enjoy the challenge of the journey and learn to love what choosing to 'carry your own cross' is developing in you.

1) the first thing i had to do was make that cross worth carrying for myself. not because id been told to do it, had to do it, or because 'self care' is important, but because I was priority enough to myself that i found the willpower to see it though. to make that possible i had to understand why i was my number one priority, and then make my actions reflect that. it sounds heroic but it looked like excavating my soul, saying no to anything i didnt want to do, and anything i did out of obligation. that included essays, exams, my job, friends, family. maybe that sounds extreme but i realised that all those things meant nothing if the person who was meant to be showing up for them didnt want to be alive/was in anyway unhealthy, or was so dysfunctional that they showed up as a semi sane version of themselves. my whole personality was a trauma response, and even despite the trauma i had to look at what i was doing to create the circumstances i was unhappy with. going from responding unconsciously to consciously choosing my actions was brutal. all of this sounds empowering but it often looks and feels shambolic & looks like being a fuck up. i literally appeared to the outside world like someone who had gone off the edge and was failing at life. for context, making the choices im talking about led to me retaking a year at uni, being a ghost to everyone and everything in my life, having panic attacks every night because despite feeling like i was doing the right thing i had no evidence it would work and no idea how id make it out & all this lasted for way after i graduated so people were looking at me crazy :). HOWEVER, its also how i learned to draw, how i restored my relationship with myself, how i found the passion and excitement to work toward a goals i had set (not the ones set for me). i also became confident for the first time in my life. like actualll self esteem and self knowledge. i hated being seen or perceived due to things id been through, and still struggle with that now tbh. so when i look at the fuller version of myself im embodying today, the multiple ways ive put myself outside of my comfort zone, (and the versions of me i know are to come) i know that the first steps began with following my gut and taking that initial leap of faith that honoured the truth of who i felt myself to be, not the pattern id been following/living in.

2) that first step is important cause when what you do what matters to you, you gain a different willpower (aka passion) that fuels what you do and why you do it. i spent my whole childhood with e.d's and unable to consistently work out/find working out pleasurable. however once i built a relationship with myself and understood what a body was and why it deserved my respect, working out stopped being about the pressure to be a fine babe, and about desiring mobility, full function of my vehicle and longterm health. i say that to say, sometimes its not that your undisciplined, but that your trying hard at the wrong things. (an undisciplined or inconsistent person doesn't keep trying at things despite failing time and time again...). another way to look at it is — a goat is not meant to be a sheep, nor a sheep a goat. theres nothing wrong with being either, but you have to know which you are. (this takes us back to point one: are the things you put pressure on yourself to do/be/accomplish, authentic to you or are you imposing them of yourself because of pressure/expectation/superficial reasons). if its the later, you cannot wait till you have the answers to change the direction your moving in. you have to pivot, take the next step in the direction that feels purposeful and deeply honest to you, and trust that even though you cant see the whole path, the next step will be revealed as you continue to walk forward. the mental illness doesnt go away, but it fades as your tolerance increases. its not meant to be easy, if you can remember that then you'll be okay.

3) you dont have to do it perfectly. you just have to do it. over time, ive had routines w/ varying success. my overarching interests, goals/priorities are the same, but they fluctuate which means i can struggle with consistency and seeing things through (not cause i dont want to be consistent but i feel like i change so rapidly as a person that i almost forget why i set certain goals for myself and why building the routine/proficiency in skill was important to me in the first place). in this sense, its hard to accomplish a goal if you dont relate to the version of yourself you were when you set it. so part one to this point is, i have to use my quirks to my advantage. i know that i tend to cycle through my interests every 3 months ish. so, i set goals that can be accomplished in 3 month cycles rather than over the course of a year. in doing that i achieve small steps toward the larger, more diverse vision of my life i have for myself, meaning i could have one goal - lets say financial freedom - and 3 projects over the course of 9 months that feed into that goal. this works for me because i know i can sustain deep focus over the course of those three months and so will accomplish what ive set out to do. — but whats key for you, is that you find out what works for you. if you start to embrace your needs and what makes you different, you can also embrace the ways it makes you and your approach unique and innovative. rather than a hinderance or a source of 'why cant i be like/function like everyone else'. ——— that leads on to the second part, which is learning to carry the good with the bad. e.g. — whilst the way i fluctuate makes me multifaceted, it also means that one month im focused on art (my style) & reading, the next i might be on philosophy and writing, right before i get back to gardening and portrait practice, then cycle back to learning languages or an instrument. that level of commitment to multiple disciplines means what could take me 3 months to accomplish if i had a single minded focus, gets dragged out into a year long affair. lmty, its almost as frustrating to make slow progress as it is not to progress at all. so sometimes i feel like ive come so far only to have achieved the bare minimum. ive had to learn to appreciate that slow and steady approach (rather than chasing immediate perfection which leads to burn out) and be grateful for the fact that even though its taking long, at least im moving in the right direction. eventually ill learn the skill of expediting each of my processes, but right now this is where im at. extending that kind of grace and mercy to yourself is the biggest part of this all. because if i know im not good at structure, and im specifically struggling with it at this moment, maybe i dont need to hyper-fixate on having a morning routine right now. maybe for the next few months, its not about doing yoga the moment i wake up (even if i know thats best for me) maybe i just need to do yoga at 'unspecified time today'. maybe i dont need to sleep at 10pm. i can actually start work at 10pm, and go to sleep at 6 am. as long as i do yoga, as long as i go to sleep, as long i *insert task*, that is enough for right now. infact more than enough, its a victory. so, work on your own schedule and embrace it. trust that you've set goals and failed before but that you are still here and still committed to getting it right next time, which means you are a trustworthy person who can rely on themselves to show up for themselves. the more you practice not giving up, the smaller the gap between your ability to take action, which means the greater your ability to develop the skill of routine. perhaps not a conventional routine, but routine just means habit. over the course of your life, you are building the habit of not giving up. or of consistently coming back to & developing skills you wanna build. that is the desired outcome, not the structure of how you achieve that, but the fact that you have achieved some form of taking action consistently.

last thing i want to leave you with is the way i see and feel you. you could have asked me anything, you could have asked me nothing at all, but you chose to ask me about how to improve your situation. in that sense, your words have betrayed what your will and your desire is. the things we desire today, dictate the person we become tomorrow, and so i know without a doubt that its not a matter of if, but a matter of when you achieve these routines, their outcomes (& so much more, you cant even imagine whats on the other side). <3. it takes a very special kind of grit and resilience to fail and to try again. you inspire me and remind me of the qualities that make humans truly beautiful, truly necessary and truly precious. so dont give up, dont go under. none of this is meant to break you, just pull out what is inevitable to who you are and what you are meant to be. it is going to be hard, but you are not alone even when you are alone, and when you make it out the other end you become a testimony for others, (& evidence that they arent alone either). keep fighting, i believe in you, sending big love & a big hug xx-xx

#ask #🖤

[shrimpatheticstuff]

Heya, this is my first time writing so im sorry if i do this wrong but im obsessed with your account!

I'm not sure if you're even accepting requests, if not feel free to ignore this

Could I request the Azul reacting to y/n (!fem or !gn) passing out from their eating disorder?

In which Azul is worried sick about fem!Y/N

TW: ED (anorexia) 

Worry was an understatement. Azul, the busy man he is, knew that Y/N wasn't handling the results of her exams very well.

She hasn't been eating well since she found out the result to the point that her cheeks were getting hollow and she wasn't even surviving gym class. 

"Y/N, dear, would you like to be the taste tester for Mostro's new menu?" It was another one of his tricks to make her eat even for just a little bit. "It shall be made by yours truly-- For free!"

The thought of free food made her stomach grumble. Perhaps the punishment was enough since she wasn't able to get in the top 50?

"No, thank you, Azul. I've been having stomach problems lately."

"Perhaps a snack would help," the dorm leader suggested. "I read that human stomachs aren't resilient--"

"I'm gonna be late for gym class, see ya," she softly planted a kiss on his cheeks before running away.

Pushing up his glasses, he noticed the heartslabyul duo following behind. "Ace. Deuce." He called out. He could've sworn their souls left their bodies.

"Y-Yes!" Deuce quivered.

"Keep an eye on Y/N for me. That Vargas can be unforgiving," he sighed. "I don't have to say what might happen if you don't, now do I?"

"No, Azul-senpai," they quickly answered.

"Good."

“Azul...” She’s not keeping up with the rest, Azul thought, watching Y/N run on the other side of the field. 

“Azul.” And to think it’s almost lunchtime.

“Azul!” Maybe this time, I could persuade--

“AZUL!!” The dorm leader jumped, only to see Jamil gripping his broom threateningly. 

He cleared his throat before adjusting his glasses. “Must you yell?”

“You’re not even listening in the first place!” Jamil huffed. “What are you looking at anyway?” It didn’t take long when both students looked at the other side of the field to see Y/N. 

“I have my reasons,” Azul immediately replied. 

“Of course, you do. Now fly.”

Turning his back, Azul tried to focus on floating than seeing the flushed face of Y/N. Though he can’t help but feel something wrong.

“Prefect!” A scream echoed in the field. All class that was within range turned their heads to the group of first years. 

Azul’s heart dropped at the sight of Y/N motionless on the ground. Dropping his broom, he ran as fast as he can, eyes not leaving Y/N even when her classmates crowded her. 

“Y/N!” Azul yelled. 

“Call Coach Vargas!” Deuce ordered. Every noise drowned out when he finally reached her. Azul's tears were threatening to fall when he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking after seeing Y/N’s ghostly pale face. She wasn’t responding to any of his calls.

Big muscular arms scooped the prefect from the ground. “Ashengrotto, watch this class for me.”

“But sir--”

“I can look after these first years, Coach,” Jamil answered. Azul didn’t realize it when he got here. “Go,” he muttered. 

The infirmary never felt so far. The moment they arrived, Azul quickly informed the school nurse what happened. Vargas left after a while to come back to class, but Azul stayed, even when the lunch bell already rang. He was waiting for Y/N to wake up.

And she did. 

Azul wanted to say everything. He wanted to nag how foolish she has been, how she pushed herself too far, how he could've helped. 

"Why?" his tone was gentle. Seeing the tears building up in her eyes, he couldn't be angry.

"I failed..." she cried. "I failed all my exams and--and I thought I don't deserve to eat--"

"You did well enough to reach the passing scores." He gently held her hand. "Achieving that in this school from a world you don't know is amazing enough."

Y/N was about to open her mouth when she felt his grip tighten. "I don't know what resulted in this, but I will certainly not allow you to punish yourself by abstaining from eating. Not while I'm here."

Silence enveloped the room. Y/N found herself in Azul's chest as he ran his fingers in her hair in hopes of calming her down. "If the pressure's too much, call for me. I'll come no matter what."

#azul ashengrotto x y/n #twisted wonderland #fanfic #azul ashengrotto x reader

[eightstoriesabouteternity]

i have to study so i guess ill just kms so i wont think about it 💆🏾‍♀️💆🏾‍♀️

#exam early in the morning so u know what that means 😽😽😽 #crying for more than 8 hrs!!! #anyway the big problem is waking up then the exam #uhmmmm #ill go study #suicide mention #just in case #lali.txt

[vxndebeek]

Honestly though, let the first mental breakdown of the school year commence

#little rant #cause i dont know where else to rant #ive got twi big exams in october and sat's and im under prepared for both #and i need a good sat score like above 1500 and idk what to do #and ive got classes and work for those classes going on so i dont have any time #and im extremely under prepared for the two upcoming exams as well #and I'm functioning on 3 to 4 hours of sleep in school and a two hour nap at home that leaves me more tired than ever #and my sleep is so broken i wake up alot during the night #and then my head hurts all the time #and im tired and stressed and scared #and extremely anxious in the morning #and everyone else in my class is so ahead at work and are getting good practice test scores but im not getting up to par and its so so wrong #but idk what to so #*do #and then theres a guy in my class who likes me i think #me and some friends have noticed it and then a friend of mine bugs me about it whenever he's talking to me #and i start smiling at that and i dont want to but i literally smile at most people anyways #but i don't want to lead on that guy cause im sure he kinda thinks that i like him but idk if i do or not #and i dont wanna get into that sorta stuff #and this problem is minor but its kinda an issue i dont wanna make someone feel bad i know how it feels to like someone who doesn't #like you back and that was my thing with the dude i still kinda like ig but idk #this is stupid but i cant talk about it to anyone irl so ill let this exist on Tumblr instead #im gonna go try and study #if i have energy for it

[btsforlif]

Crush

Paring: jungkook x reader/chubby reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings‼️: insecurities, nipple play, unprotected sex ( please don't do this guys), fingering (that's all?).

Synopsis: You and your crush in the same room nothing will happen right?

Note: I am sorry for posting this so late. I was busy for few days because of my exams I hope you understand. Anyways enjoy! (SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE)

You and your friends are on a trip at jeju Island for a small vacation. Everything was going well but when you reached at hotel to check in the rooms you all booked were total of 5 rooms but now when you all came to check in there were only 3 rooms left because of the management mistake.

You and jungkook were selected to be the partners but the problem in here is that you have an big crush on him and how can someone be alone in a room with their crush without going all crazy.

Once you came in your room you wanted nothing else but to disappear because you and jungkook have sleep on the same bed. "Hey y/n if you want I can sleep on the couch" he said  with a smile "no jungkook we both are adults and I think we can both share a bed right?" You ask looking at him "yeah right" he said before unpacking some things for his need and placing them on their place while you were still standing doubting if it was a good idea to come on this trip.

When everything was done for both of you someone knocked on the door and jungkook opened it, lisa standing there while being extremely excited "what happened lisa?" You asked "nothing happened I just came here to inform you both that we are going on the beach"  she said excitedly "oh" jungkook said from beside you.

You wanted to go too but you weren't able to. You were standing in front of mirror in the bathroom, watching yourself wearing bikini but of course your mind were playing games with you "I was so confident when I bought this but now i don't look good in it" you were on verge of crying because you didn't thought that you will be disappointed with yourself wearing what you liked few days back.

"Hey y/n you gonna come with me?" Jungkook knocked on the bathroom door and asked "sorry jungkook I have some business to finish, you can go and enjoy on the beach I will be there in few minutes" your voice was weak and pretending that every thing is alright was so difficult for you. "Y/n are you really alright?" Jungkook asked once again "yes I am jungkook please go and have fun" you were on the verge of breaking down but you are holding it till jungkook goes out "ok" all he said before going to beach.

Once you heard the door slamming shut you broke down "I can't go out like this" you said to yourself looking at yourself in the mirror seeing your eyes red and puffy. You decided to wear shorts and oversized tshirt on the bikni you were wearing "now this is okay" you say to yourself.

You were on the beach sitting with your friend James who also doesn't like to swim like you but in different way "hey y/n I am sleeping wake me up if anything happens" "okay" you said. You were jealous of your girl friends because they were slim and can do anything without worrying about their appearance but you were happy for them too because they were enjoying themselves after so long. "Hey y/n join us!" Lisa screamed at you "no lisa I am not feeling good" you said sadly "ohh what happened?" She came out of the water and asked you with worried expressions "no it's just i am tired and feeling weak" "oh you can go and rest if you want to" she said "okay then I am going to rest" you tell her.

JUNGKOOK POV

I was watching y/n from where I was in the water, she looked sad and I wanted to cheer her up but as I was going to talk to her Lisa screamed at her and told her join but she refused I was curious but Lisa was talking with her so i waited for Lisa to come and tell me. After what felt like hours she came back in water and I asked her about y/n "hey Lisa what happened to y/n?" And she replied "she is not feeling well so I told her to go and rest" I can hear worry in her voice "she will be okay I am sure, after few minutes I will go and check on her" "thank you jungkook" she said with a small smile and I smiled back at her.

NOBODY'S POV

You weren't able to sleep at all because of your insecurities coming between you and your sleep so you just laid there watching your roof being a roof. While seeing the roof Somebody knocked on the door which made you sit up "you can come in" you said "hey y/n are you okay? Do you need anything?" It was Jungkook, he said opening the door and coming towards you "no jungkook I don't need anything and I am okay too" you said  with a small smile, you were smiling but your heart was beating so fastly that it was on the verge of coming out "really?" "Yeah" "okay".

"Y/n I am going to take shower because I don't wanna go again  for swimming" jungkook said while taking out his towel from the cupboard "okay" you replied. You laid down again trying to sleep but again you weren't able to so you just started to use your phone.

You stood up after few minutes to take out something from the cupboard which was next to the bathroom and on the same time jungkook exits the bathroom with only towel covering his half body. Seeing his abs, chest while drops of water on them made you weak "wtf! Jungkook" you said closing you eyes "what happened? ohh!" He said realising, he smirked seeing the effect he has on you "don't you like it" he whispered in your ear. You don't know when he came near but the whisper made you shiver "I-I" you were shuttering because of the closeness, you can feel his body heat and few droplets that dropped from his hair on your shoulder "open your eyes y/n" he said whispering again.

He had a spell on you or something because you opened your eyes when he asked you to. "J-jungkook you are t-too close" you said nervously "and I am not going anywhere"he said intertwining your right hand and kissing your knuckles "b-but this can't happen between you and me what about our friends and what if they don't-" you were rambling when jungkook suddenly kissed you making your eyes go wide with shock, you tried to push him but he backed you till your back was touching the cupboard wall and stopped your hands by locking them with his hands and kissed you hard again.

He broke the kiss for oxygen "I don't care about them y/n who I care about is you and seeing you upset there was killing me i wanted to cheer you up so bad but lisa came in between" he kissed you again after completing the sentence and this time it was more soft, passionate and loving. You were on the verge of tearing up but the kiss made you forget about everything and melted you in it.

"Do you wanna continue this?" He asked kissing your chubby cheeks, you were never sure about something more than this. "Yeah" you said shyly "my dear y/n why are you so cute!" He said nuzzling his face in your neck, you blushed hard and turn your face to stop him from seeing your red face.

"Let's take this to the bed baby" he said lifting you up which made you squeal "jungkook put me down!" You were scared that you will hurt him "no y/n are you thinking that you are heavy? Then you should think about something else because you are not at all heavy" this made your cunt spaming slick because no men had ever manhandled you and seeing jungkook do it was such a sexy scene for you.

Jungkook pushed you on the bed so that you are laying and he was hovering above you "you are so fucking sexy y/n" he groaned and you blushed again."J-jungkook I am still a v-virgin" if you were not red enough then you were now surely "it's ok baby I will go slow with you" he said pecking your lips which turned into urgent and heated kiss. "Can I undress you y/n?" He asked kissing your neck and sucking on your skin so that everyone can see that you are his and his only.

"Sure" you said in bliss, your negative thoughts were killing you but you wanted jungkook and knowing that he wanted you too made you happy. He gently rolled up your tshirt while kissing every inch of skin he was discovering. Every kiss he was placing made you shiver "so fucking beautiful" he said looking at you with those sparkling eyes of his "god you are so beautiful and breath taking" he kissed you again while undoing your bra knot. When it was undone he kissed your boobs gently and started to fold them while kissing and sucking your neck "jungkook" you moaned "yes fuck moan my name" he started to suck your left nipple while playing with the other one "fuck-" after giving the same treatment to the other one too, He goes down kissing your stomach till he reaches on your  underwear band "can I?" He said making an eye contact with you and placing His hands on the band of the underwear "yeah" you said shyly, he smiled at your cuteness and removed it .

He gently opens your leg and watch your pussy dripping for him "fuck y/n you are so wet, is this all for me fuck" he groaned  "y-yes only for you" you moaned out. He starts to gently circle your clit while observing your face that was filed with delight. Eyes closed, mouth open spilling moan and cry one after another while your hand is trying to grab into something, he is going insane seeing how you react with just a simple touch. "Please m-more" you said breathlessly "sure princess" he inserted his index and middle fingers without warning and started to thrust it inside you "like this? Huh? Wanted this right?" His tone was sinster and so sexy that it made you drip more.

You were a moaning mess and till now jungkook has not done that much "fuc- I-I think I am gonna cum" you were now gasping for oxygen "cum for me baby" he increased his pace while rubbing your clit and you clenched on his fingers while screaming "jungkook!" the orgasam hitting you hard making your vision go white and made you quiver "I am going insane because of you y/n fuck that was so sexy" he was now removing his underwear.

"See what you do to me" he said rubbing his hard cock while groaning "do you want me to help with it?" You sat up "no today is only for you, you can help me with it another time" you blushed hearing his words and he smirked seeing you "baby please lay down for me" you did what he said. He hovered above you again and kissed you passionately before inserting his cock slowly  making you both moan. he goes in till he was bottomed out "y/n you are so tight shit-" jungkook groaned "jungkook you are so deep" you cried out "I-I can't" you whimpered "I know baby I know it will go away" he kissed you hard so that you can get used to it.

"Jungkook you can move" and he did "I love you so much baby and you are mine" he moaned out "I love you too jungkook" you were crying now while saying it. "Harder!" You whispered "harder? As you say princess" he started to ram into you making you almost unconscious. Your heart was pounding because of the pleasure but the pleasure and pain was making you crave for more and more.

He was hitting that spot again and again making you go crazy and made you scream his name with every thurst "want more" you whined craving more stimulation to finish you off "fuck you look so sexy" jungkook groaned feeling close himself. He circled you clit with his fingers making you see stars "i am gonna cu-" before you can finish the sentence jungkook choked you applying pressure on the sides of neck "yeah I-i can feel you clenching hard around my cock fuck-" he was himself so deep in pleasure that he was going crazy "cum baby please cum" at this rate he was Begging you to cum he wanted you to cum so bad. Before you can inform him you cummed, It hits you more hard then the previous one making you cry and scream "omg! Jungkook" you were still chanting his name  again and again before feeling warm liquid spilling into you and dripping down from your cunt to his cock "god y/n" this time jungkook groaned because of his own orgasam.

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked after catching his breath and seeing you just laying there while breathing heavily "yeah i am" you said with a smile while feeling tired "wait I will be back" he came back with a towel and cleaned you. You wanted to do same so you just took the towel from his hand and cleaned his now softened cock "ohh thank you y/n" he said shyly "it should go both ways" you said with a gentle smile before laying down again and taking jungkook with you.

You both were cuddling when you asked him "we are gonna tell out friends tomorrow about our relationship?"  "Yeah baby because they should know because I don't want any man to hit on you and you are not a secret to keep" he winked at you while you slapped his chest with a little laugh that made jungkook laugh too. "We should rest now" jungkook said with a yawn "yes baby" you said before cuddling more with him and going to sleep with jungkook.

#bts #bts imagine #bts x plus size #chubby reader #mafia bts #plus size reader #bts x chubby reader #bts x reader #alpha bts #bts imagines smut #bts smut #bts jungkook #bts jhope #bts oneshot

[juyeoniemyhoney]

everything comes full circle

Arguably, one of the most important parts of a lie is putting an end to it. So, when you conveniently forget to tell your family that you and Juyeon have "broken up", you are roped back into the mess you had started. You see, a lie is never ending and everything comes full circle when you find yourself back at your parents house with Juyeon in tow. One problem: your father comes home and he's drunk.

-pairing: lee juyeon x reader

-genre: florist! juyeon, fluff, angst????, idk this one is kinda boring sigh

-warnings: mentions of drunkenness and being drunk, the father problems start right now lol, mentions of an emotionally absent father, basically daddy issues

-word count: 3586 words

-A/N: ah yes, another update after ten million years. but for real, i always feel so bad for not posting so i drag myself out of my writer's block by my hair so that i can get this fic done lol. yall are so sweet and patient i really don't deserve you guys. anyway, i totally have no idea what's happening with this fic anymore but honey's gonna try real hard for my dear followers! love you guys lots and big shoutout to my friend who's my beta reader. they don't give a shit about kpop or writing but they read these and give amazing feedback to me anyway. without further ado, enjoy!<3

read the other parts of rent a boyfie -> here!

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Wrong.

Two weeks have passed since you and Juyeon parted ways. Two, unbearably and bizarrely quiet weeks. Your mother has not bothered you, your siblings seem to have fallen off the face of the earth, your father— who has always made himself scarce— continues to make himself absent from your life. Two weeks of endless work, two weeks of slaving away at the hospital, two weeks of loneliness.

Now, you don't exactly hate it. In fact, you sort of love how quiet your life is as compared to what it was the past few weeks. Your flat is serene and no one is waking you up from naps or pounding their fists against your front door. Not to mention how quiet your heart is now. No more accidental brushes from Juyeon's hand, no more cheek-reddening gazes, no more heart-hammering words. Your chest is quiet, heart stifled and meek, no longer a banging drum that echoes in your ears. And you love the silence, missed it even.

But one thing that has not quietened down is your brain. You are always thinking now, always wondering. What Juyeon is doing, if he is at the shop or at home, if he is eating well, if he is thinking about you too. Always thinking back to the way his hands felt in yours, the way the cotton of his shirt felt against your cheek, the way his warmth seemed to soak into your skin, the feeling redolent with his vanilla perfume and the faint smell of flowers.

Perhaps that is how you find yourself in almost every flower shop near your hospital on your day off, your thoughts of Juyeon haunting you like a vengeful spirit.

Your days off are usually spent at home, bundled up in your fluffiest blanket, a cup of warm tea in hand as you reread whatever notes you had taken while at the hospital. Your intern exams are in a few months and you really should be studying at home, or you at least should be more worried than you are right now. But seeing as how you are currently out and about, in an outfit so simple it should not have taken how long it did to pick it out, looking into every flower shop near your hospital in hopes of finding Juyeon's familiar figure, really does not scream worried at all.

Silently, you curse yourself and try to remember some of your material as you enter the next flower shop you see.

When you enter, the first thought you have is that it smells significantly like Juyeon. You smile secretly when you see him behind the counter, back turned to you as he fiddles with the stems of various flowers.

Your intern notes are long forgotten and you shove your phone into your back pocket as you pretend to busy yourself with flowers, looking at yellow and red and pink flowers, none of which you know the names to. You glance out of the corner of your eye to check if Juyeon has noticed you every other second, fingers mindlessly fiddling with petals as you think of how you should approach Juyeon, hoping he notices you first before your brain comes up with anything.

But Juyeon seems wholly engrossed in his bouquet of flowers, shifting flowers about, cutting stems and leaves and thorns and wrapping the flowers up in pretty pieces of paper and ribbons. Eventually, you stop pretending to observe flowers altogether and instead, find yourself observing Juyeon work, in awe of how he brings flowers of all shapes and stature and colour together to create beautifully vibrant bouquets. You are watching Juyeon so intently, you do not even notice the sales girl approach you.

"Hi, how can I help you today?" she says, scaring the living daylights out of you. Your gaze snaps from Juyeon to the girl and in your fright, you pluck out a petal of the flower you were pretending to admire.

"What? Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, awkwardly letting the petal fall behind your back, as if she cannot see it flutter to the ground behind you. "I'll pay for that."

The girl smiles warmly and patiently, saying, "I'm Iris. How can I help you today?"

"Oh, um," you murmur, trying to come up with something as your eyes dart from Iris to Juyeon behind her. He's still fiddling with those flowers, putting the finishing touches on the bouquet as he cuts a strip of ribbon to tie around it. You can't stop thinking about how ironic Iris's name is. Your gaze lingers on Juyeon's hands, lithe fingers twiddling the ribbon around and around. When your eyes begin to crawl up his forearm is when you snatch your gaze back to Iris.

"I need a bouquet," you pull out of your ass. You absolutely do not need a bouquet and do not want a bouquet.

"Sure! Do you have any flowers in mind; any colour combinations you'd like?" Iris asks you, leading you further into the shop. Your heart pounds in your chest as the two of you near Juyeon and your hands begin to clam up, your heart thuds in your chest and Iris asks you another question you don't hear.

"Miss?" she prompts you and you reply with the world's loudest, "Yeah?"

At the sound of your voice, Juyeon whirls around, completed bouquet in hand as he looks at you with wide, surprised eyes.

"Y/N?" he says, a little too breathless, a little too happy.

"Hi!" you reply far too loud, trying to sound as surprised as you can when you've been staring at him for the past ten minutes. Iris is long forgotten as the two of you stare at each other, surprised and Juyeon, a little confused.

"What are you doing here?" he asks as he makes his way towards you, bouquet in hand. You couldn't help but wish that bouquet was for you and that he was giving you flowers that he'd put together himself, looking so handsome and pretty as he tells you how much he loves you.

"I'm, uh," you try to say something but the closer Juyeon gets, the more you begin to lose yourself. Seriously, this is insane. How are you head over heels for a man who pretended to be your boyfriend for two days? How are you such an easy woman? And how on earth does Juyeon manage to look like that?

"I, uh," you try again. Missed you, is what your brain supplies. But you say, "I need your help... Again."

Juyeon raises his eyebrows, confused as to what you need help with. But then, it finally hits him. And his eyes light up at the realisation in the most endearing way possible and you can't help but smile a little.

"Iris," he says, turning to her beside you. She perks up at the sound of her name as Juyeon hands her the bouquet of flowers. "This is Mr Peterson's bouquet. He's coming later today to pick it up so give it to him when he comes. I have to go so you lock up and take the key home, okay?"

Juyeon's voice drowns out as he continues to tell Iris what to do while he's gone. In the meantime, your brain scrambles to think of another reason why you would need to enlist Juyeon's services again when the two of you should be broken up at this point. God, you are stupid. Why would you say that?

And just as you are about to resign yourself to telling Juyeon the truth, your phone pings and your mother gives you the reason you have been looking for.

Early Christmas dinner tomorrow. Your grandparents are coming. Hope you bring Juyeon.

You almost break down into tears with relief. You thank the heavens and your mother for finally planning something that you want to go to just as Juyeon finishes up with Iris.

"You okay?" Juyeon asks when he sees you zoned out as you look at your phone. A little surprised, you snap out of your triumphant daze and turn around to nod at him.

"Okay," he acknowledges, though a little bit hesitant while doing so. "Let me grab my coat and then we can go."

You nod and watch as he sends you a pretty, reassuring smile before turning away from you and heading past the counter he was working at and through a door, Iris following behind as she bombards him with quiet questions that aren't as quiet as she thinks.

"Who is she? And why does she need your help? Are you blowing off work to go on a date? Because if so, that's really irresponsible of you, especially because you're my mentor."

You want to hear what Juyeon answers and you take a few small steps forward, wanting to follow them just up until the door, press your ear against the wood and eavesdrop a little but you decide against it, staying rooted in your position in the middle of the shop until they come back, Iris pouting while Juyeon beams.

"You ready?" Juyeon asks you as he puts his coat on. You nod and the two of you exit the shop side by side. You follow Juyeon's lead and turn right from the shop, walking down the pavement to god knows where. But you assume Juyeon knows where he is going so you stay quiet.

"So, what's up?" Juyeon asks when the both of you are a couple of shops away. The street is busy and a few people bump into you as you and Juyeon continue to walk shoulder to shoulder. Just as you are about to tell him about your 'predicament', you feel Juyeon's hand on your waist as he guides you away from a group of rowdy men. Juyeon's hand leaves your waist as soon as you are out of danger.

"So," you start, pausing to gauge Juyeon's reaction, to see if he can hear you well and if he is listening. He catches your gaze and sends you a nod so you continue.

"I kind of forgot to tell my family that we broke up—" Juyeon, who had turned to look forward after nodding, snaps his gaze back to you, eyes wide with disbelief. You shrink under his scrutiny, smile sheepish as you look to the concrete in shame.

"Yeah, I forgot. I'm sorry," you apologise softly, lifting your gaze to observe Juyeon's expression. He doesn't look mad, but he doesn't look too pleased either. You start to worry. God forbid, Juyeon gets mad at you for this.

Instead, he lets out a laugh. "I guess we're even now, huh?" he says with a sweet smile. His eyes curl and his cheeks squish upwards and you can't help but want to sandwich his face between your hands and kiss his cute face. You merely smile back, too preoccupied with your imagination to reply him.

Juyeon wonders why you can't just tell your family members that you two had broken up now, wonders why you are going through all this trouble to enlist his help again, wonders why you are willing to throw away more money when you can just simply say a sentence and it would all be over. But he figures that it's not his place to wonder, that it's your life, your decisions, your money. Plus, getting to hang out more with you isn't terrible at all. So, he doesn't voice out his thoughts and says instead,

"Alright, you can tell me all about it in the car."

-

"You ready?" Juyeon asks you when the two of you are parked along the driveway of your parent's house for the second time. There is a bouquet of flowers sitting on your lap, much similar to the one Juyeon prepared the first time the two of you were here together. Juyeon looks at you calmly, dressed in a more casual shirt, but his hair is styled exactly the same. You get a bout of deja vu when he sends you a reassuring smile, reaching for your hand over the centre console to give it a small pat of encouragement.

You manage a small crooked smile and Juyeon voices your exact thoughts when he says with a small gasp, "I just got deja vu. That was crazy."

With a laugh, you pop open the car door and step out into the cold, bouquet in hand. One thing that is different from last time is that Juyeon had decided that flowers weren't enough and that bringing a bottle of wine would be more polite. You had argued against it, telling him how your parents had shelves of alcohol that didn't need refilling and that your mother had really liked the flowers from before. But somehow, your consensus was that you were going to bring both.

So, Juyeon rounds the car to your side, taking your hand in his, his other hand holding a bottle of wine and your other arm cradling a masterfully crafted bouquet. Juyeon looks down at you, eyebrows raised slightly, silently asking the same question he posed earlier.

You smile and nod with a sigh, quipping, "Well, here we go again," as the two of you begin the short walk to the front door, Juyeon letting out a laugh that tilts his head back in humour.

When Juyeon knocks on the door, it is your grandfather who answers.

"Y/N!" your grandfather greets you in a singsong voice. He opens his arms wide for a hug, to which you happily indulge in, giving him a one-handed hug with the flowers held away to prevent them from being squashed. "So good to see you, sweetheart."

"Good to see you too, Grandad. This is Juyeon. He's my boyfriend," you say too easily when you pull away. You think you're getting better at lying. Either that or you really just want it to be true.

"Hello, Sir," Juyeon greets, taking your grandfather's hand and bowing at the same time. Your grandfather laughs and welcomes the both of you in, saying that everyone else has arrived except your father. Juyeon sees your expression harden at the mention of your father and it seems so does your grandfather. He drops the subject immediately.

Everyone except your father and your mother is gathered in the family room when you and Juyeon enter. And after you push off the flowers and the wine to your mother who is in the kitchen, you and Juyeon settle onto the small couch with your sister, Mae, and her husband. And you swear, this couch used to be bigger when it was just you at these gatherings because you and Juyeon are sitting so close together, every part of Juyeon's side is pressed up against you. You are squeezed together so closely that Juyeon has to put his arm around your shoulders because your shoulder had been pressing up against his side too uncomfortably. Juyeon sends you an apologetic expression when you turn to him at the feeling of his arm around your shoulders. You are secretly delighted.

"Do you guys even have jobs?" you ask, directing the question to your sister and your brother. "Why are you always here when you live in completely different countries?" You don't really care and you're not really interested at all. You just don't want them to be here and have decided to express it in a less aggressive way.

"That's because I know what work-life balance is," your brother retorts, earning a soft punch to his thigh from his wife. He frowns and pouts at her and you throw up in your mouth a few thousand times.

"Shut up," your sister chimes. "You know that Mingyu and I work remotely."

You roll your eyes and slouch back into the couch. You can feel Juyeon's arm on your neck and the hard plains of his chest against your arm. For a second, you forget that your siblings are annoying and begin to sink into Juyeon's warmth. His scent is familiar and comforting, the vanilla mixed with small hints of floral filling your nose as it did the day before at his shop, as it did weeks before when he was in your house, spreading his scent onto everything, allowing it to linger even after he left.

"Stop fighting, you three," your grandmother scolds. Mingi sits on her lap, face buried in her neck as he sleeps without a care in the world. Your grandmother quickly replaces her frown with a smile and directs her attention to Juyeon. Her smile is so big, it's almost evil and she strokes Mingi's back like he's her substitute judgy cat that all the evil mafia bosses have in the movies. She crosses her legs and rests an arm on the armrest of her chair and your grandmother as a mafia boss hallucination comes to life. And it is in this moment that you realise your mother is your grandmother's daughter, alright.

"So, you're Juyeon?" she asks with a coy smile. You don't know what authority Juyeon sees in your grandmother but when she addresses him, Juyeon perks up and shifts to sit up straight on the couch, removing his arm from your shoulders even though that means that he has to literally un-broaden his shoulders to fit on the couch.

"Yes, Ma'am," Juyeon says, his hands placed politely on his lap. Your grandmother laughs an evil cackle at Juyeon's politeness and wakes Mingi up in the process. "You don't have to be so polite!" she exclaims. Mingi whines in her arms and she coos an apology at him and tells him to go back to sleep.

"What's your job, Juyeon?" your grandfather asks from the armchair next to your grandmother.

"I'm a florist," Juyeon answers, significantly less intimidated by your grandfather. You smile secretly and assume that he remembers what you told him in the car on the way here: The men are always tamer than the women in my family. Except for my brother and my father, of course.

Your grandfather perks up and he points to the kitchen where the two of you had left the flowers to your mother. "You put that bouquet together?" he asks, a little surprised. Juyeon nods, a little nervous about whether your grandfather's reaction is positive or negative.

"You have a good eye, Juyeon! Her mother loves sunflowers," your grandfather comments with a smile. Though you don't turn to look at Juyeon, you know he is beaming with pride. You can basically feel his pride roll off of him in waves. Usually, older men condemn Juyeon for being a florist, saying that it's a job for a woman, that it's girly and that no respectable girl is going to date him because he plays with flowers all day. And hearing that your grandfather doesn't judge him in any way for being a florist makes him infinitely happy. It makes Juyeon realise that whenever he's with your family, he is appreciated. Even your siblings, who have jobs a thousand times more socially acceptable than his, didn't judge him. And Juyeon begins to feel warm in his chest when he makes the realisation that all of your family have already welcomed him in with warm arms despite having only met him once before. Already, they love him and something inside him hopes that applies to you too.

The conversation veers from Juyeon to other things as your siblings and your grandparents talk about other things happening in their individual lives. You and Juyeon take a backseat and silently listen to the conversation, the atmosphere getting more and more comfortable. Eventually, Juyeon relaxed back into the couch and slings his arm around your shoulders again.

"All of you unfilial children!" your mother cries as she storms into the living room. "All of you are sitting here and chatting away as your mother slaves away in the kitchen?"

"Even if we help you, you'll start scolding all of us for being useless. I'd rather do nothing and get scolded than try to help and still get scolded," your brother quips. His wife nudges his side with a disapproving scowl and quickly apologies, getting up to go and help her.

"Hitomi, you angel," your mother coos at your brother's wife. "But dinner's already ready."

Everyone collectively grumbles at your mother's dramatics as they all get up and make their way to the dining room. Juyeon gives you a humouring grin as he gets up, holding out his hand to help you up.

"What?" you ask him as you take his hand. He helps you up but doesn't let your hand go. "Why are you smiling like that?" you prompt when Juyeon doesn't reply.

"Nothing. Your family is just so funny," he points out with a sweet chuckle. You roll your eyes and lead him to the dining room, hand in hand.

Just as the two of you step into the entryway to cross to the dining room, the door bursts open with the force of a thousand men and your father shows himself, staggering and fumbling into the house. A blind man can see just how drunk he is and you and Juyeon are so shocked, the two of you don't think to move. Though you and Juyeon don't think to run into the kitchen or the dining room, Juyeon does use your intertwined hands to guide you behind him, standing in between you and your drunk father.

Your father draws to his full height and stares you and Juyeon straight in the eye as he spits, "Now, can someone tell me why my family is having a family reunion without me?"

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[tsvkishma]

you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

-

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet,  Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

-

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

-

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group. 

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

-

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!” 

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name. 

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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[angelsxbelle]

how they push you away vs. how they make it up to you.

my first hurt/comfort scenarios let’s go😀

headcanons on how haikyuu boys cause stress on your relationship and how they fix things afterwards ~

note: shirabu’s and hirugami’s take place with them as adults, iwaizumi’s takes place as third years in high school

warnings: angst to fluff, timeskip occupation spoilers, swearing, iwaizumi’s ended up being a little long oops

pairings: shirabu x reader, hirugami x reader, iwaizumi x reader

shirabu, KENJIROU

to put it lightly, shirabu is  s t r e s s e d  af

medical school is already hard enough, but taking care of another person is even harder to do at the same time

he just wants to crawl underneath a blanket and not have to think about anyone else’s feelings for a while while he lets everything out

he appreciates that you want to take care of him, but he doesn’t want you to hover over him and distract him while he’s trying to focus

this one day he’s studying for an exam and when you come home from work you come over to where he’s sitting and ask him how is day was

no response.

you ask again, nudging him a little bit to get a response

his eyes squint the tiniest bit, and what comes out of his mouth next is worse than yelling, screaming, or even just saying something flat out mean

“can you go away? you being here is messing up my concentration and this is more important”. he says, in a cold tone

“this is more important”. so that was it. so that was how he felt about this whole thing. you walk away, dumbfounded at your realization of how he really feels, not hate, not disgust, just nothing. 

nothing.

you go to bed alone that night, an empty space in your bed where he used to sleep when he still cared

later in the week, after the exams are over, you’re sitting at your dining room table, and you look up as you see him coming towards you, gingerly sitting down next you with a soft expression on his face

“i’m sorry” - he says as he hands you a note, folded neatly between his fingers like the ones he used to make for you in high school

as you open the note, your eyes scan down the page

it’s a long letter, one that obviously took him a long time to make

you start reading and you see a list of all the things he loves about you, and how he wishes he could treat you better and how he’s sorry about how he’s been lately and he wishes he could take away the pain he’s given you

tears well up in your eyes and threaten to spill down cheeks, you squeak out “thank you jirou”, and look down

he tilts your chin up to look at his face and you look each other in the eyes

“i love you”, he says

hirugami, SACHIROU

as a a veterinarian, hirugami encounters all sorts of different situations with animals brought into the clinic

some of them not so good ones

one day you get a call from one of the people he works with, saying that that day a dog was brought in that they almost couldn’t save and that hirugami probably wouldn’t be in a great mood when he got home

you sat in the living room for while, a little nervous of the state he would be in when he got home 

when you hear his key click in the lock of your front door, your heart skips a beat and you get up to go greet him, not expecting to see the dead look in his eyes as you looked up at his face

“hey, how’s everything going? are you oka-”

“can you just leave me alone please. i’ve had a long day.”, he interrupts you 

“are you sure? they said something happened at the clinic-”

“i don’t want to talk about it.”

“but-”

“ oh my god can you please stop talking? somebody’s dog almost fucking died because of me, i don’t want to hear you yammer on about whatever right now. just go away.” 

he slams your bedroom door behind him, latching it shut with a click

ouch.

 you walk away to go eat dinner alone, feeling like someone just stomped on your heart, chewed it up, and spat it out

the next day you wake up having slept on the couch, and go get ready in the bathroom and eat breakfast before getting ready to to work

as you’re about to walk out the door, you feel a hand gently grab yours, stopping you from leaving

you whip your head around to see your boyfriend with a remorseful expression on his face, a different hurt in his eyes this time 

he pulls you closer and kisses you forehead, saying how sorry he is for hurting you and how he didn’t mean it, how he let his feelings get the best of him

a little apprehensively, you bury your head into his chest and cling into his shirt so he knows you accept his apology

later that day, he takes you to your favorite restaurant and sits you down at a table close to the big window outlooking the scenery below

as snow drifts past, softly twinkling from the lights illuminating your view outside, but he’s looking at you instead

he knows he never wants to let go of you, maybe he’ll tell you that soon as he slips the ring in his pocket on your finger :)

iwaizumi, HAJIME

iwaizumi had never had any problems with jealousy in your relationship, or even just problems in general mostly

he trusts you, and he knows how much you love him

but recently you and oikawa had gotten paired together for a group project, and you had been spending more and more time together as a result

it wasn’t really a problem at the beginning since iwaizumi knew it was just a class project, but as time went on he couldn’t help but feel his stomach twist every time he walked by the library to see you working away happily, you laughing at something oikawa had said

he didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt seeing you like that with pretty boy oikawa.

pretty boy oikawa that all the girls he had ever liked liked him instead.

pretty boy oikawa that got all the stares as they walked by.

pretty boy oikawa that probably looked better with you than he did.

he walked away, knowing he shouldn’t feel defeated as his eyes droop and he looks down at the ground

he has trouble sleeping that night, his head full of thoughts he shouldn’t be thinking, images he doesn’t want see of you with him

the next day, you’re eating lunch together, and you notice he looks a little off, so you ask him if anything is wrong or if he needs to get something off his chest

“i’m fine”, he says with a flat tone

“are you sure? you don’t look okay, you know you can always talk to me right?”

“nothing’s wrong.”, he says again

you pester him again, as he starts to look more annoyed in the process

“why don’t you just talk to oikawa if you need to bug someone that bad, i’m sure he’ll love the attention from a little whore like you”

both of your eyes widen at what he said, not believing it fully

even iwaizumi knows that was completely out of line, even as someone who likes to tease to show affection

“fuck you hajime” , you say, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes as you walk away from where you were sitting together

hajime feels like crying.

the next day he’s nervous to see you, knowing you’re probably still hurt from what he said, but still searching for you anyway

as he walks sheepishly up to you, you ask what he wants after the painful exchange you had yesterday

“i’m so sorry. nothing i said was true, and you didn’t deserve it at all. i got jealous of oikawa and i know it’s my fault and i want you to please forgive me because i can’t lose you and hate myself for letting it get the best of me.”, he lets out

“it’s okay hajime, i understand and i love you, but please don’t say anything like that ever agiain, it really hurt”

his heart breaks a little bit at hearing that, but he’s happy you still want to see him

“i love you too. more than anything, i promise i’ll never hurt you again.”

he wraps his big arms around you and holds you tight

you know he doesn’t want to let go, even when the bell rings letting you know you’re late for class

he doesn’t want to let go of you ever

the end :)

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[tinyyoungblood]

remember that night? | p. parker

summary: peter spends a night on omegle and comes across a sleeping girl. peter decides not to skip her. he reads to her and talks to her about his problems, and when she finally wakes, they lose themselves in endless conversation until she hits him with the “see you in a different life, bye peter” (based on this tiktok)

pairing: peter parker x reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: language, fluff

a/n: wishing everyone lots of luck and success for their exam phase <3 enjoy

            ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“What you doing, kid?” Peter’s head snapped up as Steve entered the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

“Just school work.” Peter eyed the pile of papers in front of him. He was supposed to finish his history paper tonight but couldn’t find it in himself to even start. A glance at the small clock of his laptop revealed that he still had eight hours before school started. Sleep was for the weak anyway.

Steve stopped at the coffee machine and leaned against the counter, eyes raking the dishevelled boy with a hint of concern. “It’s almost midnight,” he said, flatly. “Your school knows that humans need sleep, right.” It wasn’t a question, so Peter didn’t reply. He watched in silence as Cap filled his mug and took a big gulp, clearly not bothered by the bitter taste nor the temperature.

Peter settled for a careless shrug. “There’s nothing I can do about it.”

He had barely finished his sentence when Steve scoffed and gave him a long look. “There’s plenty of things you can do about it, kid.” He pushed himself off the counter and stepped to Peter’s side. His eyes flitted across the books and scraps of papers littering the kitchen island. “If you need help with that, just ask. You know where to find me.”

A small smile bloomed on Peter’s lips. “You know humans need sleep, right.”

Cap chuckled. He shook his head and lazily lifted his coffee mug while walking towards the door. “I’ll be up all night anyway. Got paperwork to do.” And with that, he left Peter to the quietness of the compound kitchen.

“Sleep,” Peter mumbled, forcing out a long sigh like the idea of getting rest was a far-fetched pipe dream. Another glance at the clock made his stomach churn. He scrambled for a pen and a sheet of paper, staring hard at it as if the essay might just write itself if he looked at it long enough.

After five minutes of nothing happening, Peter scowled at the paper and fought with the idea of asking Steve for help. He was old, he’d been there when it happened. Steve could easily help him and be done with it, but Peter knew Cap had his own handful to worry about, so Peter pulled his laptop towards him and opened his internet browser.

With half of his brain already dozing off, he typed in the website’s name and watched as it instantly popped up. Bless Tony and his fast wifi.

Omegle was a weird place to be on at midnight. It generally was a hit or miss, but at that time of the day only insomniacs were on the loose. Peter had to skip a couple of people until he connected with three or two that were up for a quick chat. But even they were heading to bed soon, leaving Peter to roam the platform some more.

He was ready to log off and call it a day after skipping yet another black screen when he landed on what appeared to be a girl sleeping in front of her computer screen.

You were lying on your bed, blanket pulled up to your chin, and hair softly framing your face. Peter loosened a breath he didn’t know he was holding and carefully sat up straighter, trying to make as less noise as possible even though you were clearly deep asleep.

“Hello?” Peter was glad when you didn’t react. It meant you probably hadn’t heard how his voice had cracked. He cleared his throat and spoke in a much softer tone, “Hey, uhm, can you hear me?” Again, you didn’t respond. Peter turned on the volume of his laptop and leaned forward, nearly pressing his ear against the speakers only to pick out very distant, almost inaudible breathing.

“I guess you’re really asleep.” Peter chuckled, not sure what the protocol was when stumbling across someone snoozing on Omegle.

A thought struck him that made him furrow his brows and say, “How do I know you’re not a bot? Snore if you’re a picture, do a back flip if you’re real.” You did neither and Peter was okay with that.

“So, uhm, how has your day been?” He didn’t expect you to reply. Peter wasn’t sure what exactly he’d expected, but some part of him refused to skip you. He wanted to stay and keep talking to you. He didn’t know why. You just looked peaceful and that had somehow managed to calm his nerves.

“I didn’t have the greatest day,” Peter said quietly, poking his notebook with a pen. “I didn’t have a great week to start with to be honest. I did badly on my Spanish test and then fell on Mr. Banner’s microscope.” He let out a breathy chuckle as the vivid memory flashed before his eyes. “I don’t even remember how it happened. I was just taking a nap on the ceiling, I hadn’t slept in days, you know. Next thing I know I’m waking up on the lab table with the Avengers surrounding me.”  

Peter clamped his mouth shut when you stirred a bit. It made him hold his breath, anticipating you to wake up and look at him weirdly for talking to you while you were asleep. But you didn’t wake. Peter exhaled in relief. He picked up his history book and traced the binding aimlessly. His eyes were transfixed on your face. You had moved enough for him to actually see your face and he couldn’t help but find you extremely pretty.

“God,” he laughed and ran a hand through his hair. The little screen on the bottom left displayed his messy curls, but he didn’t bother to fix them. “I’m such a creep for watching you sleep.” You didn’t answer, of course, but Peter imagined that you would probably laugh and agree.

Peter spent the next few minutes imagining what your laugh might sound like while curiously studying your face. He did it with such care, not allowing himself to miss a detail. You were gorgeous. He was sure he could draw you in his sleep. Funnily enough, sleep was irrelevant to him now. Missing out on the chance to trace your features felt like a crime, so he stayed.

Peter read out of his history book for you, absently making notes while he was softly enunciating each word like it was a bedtime story. He had somehow ended up with enough material for a complete essay, but instead of working on it, Peter fished out some Ben & Jerry’s and talked to you about his struggles and problems of the week.

He let out everything he had bottled up and felt a lot better when he was done. The clock read two o’clock in the morning, but he didn’t feel tired at all. Peter tossed his empty ice cream container to the side and licked the spoon before pointing it at you. “You know, you’re a pretty good listener.”

He didn’t wait for your reply and stood up to wash his spoon in the sink. It was weird how none of the others had woken up yet to inquire about the noise but then again, Peter had been near silent, barely making any sounds that would wake you.

Until now.

The spoon in his hand was coated in soap. It slipped right out of his grip and fell into the sink with a loud clunk. Peter winced and whipped around, staring at the back of his laptop like he could see through it and watch you wake up, puzzled and ready to skip him.

Peter practically leapt across the counter and threw himself in the bar stool, and if the spoon hadn’t woken you up yet, his clumsy landing did. Peter watched panic-stricken as you slowly stretched your limbs and let out a small yawn. You took your sweet time and Peter prayed and prayed that you would just fall right back to sleep. His mind was racing with things he could say but nothing good came to mind.

At last, you turned towards the bright screen of your computer and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You didn’t look confused. Just sleepy. But Peter still felt the need to speak, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“You’re really pretty.”

It took you a minute to react, and it had Peter contemplate whether you might’ve just been a bot after all. But then a shy smile crossed your lips and Peter had to refrain himself from running away.

“Thanks,” you said softly, and Peter’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He had gotten so used to listening to himself talk for the past couple hours; he had long forgotten that you might actually reply at some point. And he definitely didn’t expect to enjoy the sound of your voice as much as he did. It was the voice of shared secrets and late summer nights. There was something magical and wondrous to it—Peter loved it.

“You’re perfect,” Peter mumbled absently, still staring at your smile like it was the hidden treasure all along. His cheeks were tinged with a faint shade of pink when he realised what he’d just said but he didn’t want to take it back. It was the truth. And you didn’t seem to mind. You simply let out a soft laugh and smiled at him.

“You’re being awfully nice. I hope you’re not just spewing compliments because I was drooling in my sleep.”

“You weren’t!” Peter assured, realising how quick he was to respond. He chuckled nervously. “I promise you didn’t drool. You were…gorgeous, actually. I mean you still are—” Peter threw his head back and covered half of his face with an arm in an attempt to hide his blush. He groaned. “This was a lot easier when you were still asleep.”

You sat up and watched Peter with curious eyes, pulling your blanket along to drape it over your shoulders. You shrugged although he couldn’t see. “I can pretend I’m still asleep if that’s the kind of audience you prefer.”

Peter stole a glance at you from under his arm. You still had a sincere smile on your lips, waiting patiently for his response. It gave him the push he needed to remove his arm and loosen a breath. “No, it’s fine.” Peter shook his head. “I need practise talking to people when they’re conscious anyway.” He smiled sheepishly when you laughed.

“Lucky for you, I can do both.” You shot him a wink. “I’m sorry if I was being horrible company. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s all right,” Peter said, smiling. “At least you didn’t snore.”

You grinned and echoed, “At least I didn’t snore. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Peter couldn’t help but think of all the names he had scribbled on the back of his notebook that he believed fitted you. He had to admit that none of them fitted you as perfectly as your actual name did. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Peter.”

“Peter.” You let his name roll off your tongue, testing out the sound of his name. Peter was positively giddy at this point, and he had to stop himself from beaming at you. Your smile made it incredibly hard though. “It’s nice to meet you too, Peter.”

“So, tell me.” Peter shoved his notebook aside to place his arms on the kitchen island, resting his chin on them. “Do you nap often in front of strangers on the internet?”

After that, conversation flowed more easily. Everything became a topic of conversation. You talked about your upcoming exams and assignments and even helped Peter with his history essay.

Then you talked freely about the worries that troubled you, and Peter listened. He was glad to do so and watched how with each passing minute the weight was lifted off your chest. You talked about books, movies, theories, and all sorts of things. Neither of you were tired and time had stopped being a concept a long while ago.

It was only when Peter sneaked a glance at the clock that he realised how late it was. It was five o’clock in the morning. You had talked for three hours, not aware that it had become one of those moments where time just didn’t seem real anymore. Everything appeared out of place like you had both entered an alternative realm.

But in reality, he knew that in less than an hour, Steve would stroll through the door and probably offer Peter to join him on his morning jog.

“We’ve been talking for three hours,” Peter said, although he didn’t know why he did it. He didn’t want the conversation to end.

“Really? I didn’t even notice.” You twisted to look past the laptop screen and through your blinds. The sun was rising and more cars filled the streets. “Should we…end this?” Peter wasn’t sure if you meant the call, but he offered you a shrug.

“I don’t want to,” Peter admitted, chuckling. “But I guess we’ll have to. School starts soon for me.”

“For me too,” you replied gently, eyes casting downward as if you were glancing at Peter’s lower half of the screen. Peter had caught you do that a few times that night, but he’d brushed it off. You were always quick to lock eyes with him again.

You stared at each other for a long moment, neither of you saying anything. You just enjoyed being in each other’s company for a few more seconds, perpetuating what you had for as long as you could. Neither of you wanted the night to end.

You had yet to exchange numbers, and the thought of asking for it left Peter surprisingly nervous. It was ridiculous. He had spent an entire night talking to you like he’d been born to do it, but it still left him anxious. When Peter had finally found the courage to ask, you opened your mouth and Peter was glad to let you speak first.

“I guess, I’ll see you in a different life then.” You smiled softly as confusion began to cross Peter’s eyes. “Bye, Peter.” And with that, you clicked off—leaving Peter alone and stunned.

Peter opened his mouth to say something even if it was completely useless. You were gone and Peter was at a loss for words. He had not expected you to click off so abruptly. His mind still struggled to process your sudden departure.

Frantically hitting the blue skip button, Peter searched for any trace of you, any sign of a girl with the voice of spring wells and the smile of everything bright and good in the world. But you were gone. Just like that, you had left. See you in another life.

God, you were dramatic, Peter thought, bemused. If he weren’t still in absolute shock, he might have laughed out loud. But he didn’t. He just sat there in dumbfounded silence for God knew how long. He didn’t even register when Steve and Sam entered the kitchen, and he didn’t notice either when they repeatedly called his name.

“Kid?” Steve laid a hand on Peter’s shoulder, startling him. “You okay?”

Peter collected himself and mustered a half-assed nod. “Yeah.” His voice didn’t sound right. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Sam remarked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Did you stay up all night?” Steve asked, voice carrying authority and concern. Peter glanced at the little screen of his laptop before shutting it. There was no point in lying when the deep bags beneath his eyes were answer enough. He didn’t reply.

“Jesus, Parker. Are you trying to beat a score or something? Is it a competition you have with Tony? To death?” Sam sounded amused, but Steve considered Peter in silence, probably wondering if he should let the boy stay at home to catch some sleep. There was palpably more than just exhaustion and tiredness clinging to Peter’s features.

Peter had to keep himself from squirming under Steve’s scrutinizing gaze. He gathered his belongings and tried not to seem like he was in a hurry to leave while mumbling, “I need to take a shower.” The two men watched as Peter shuffled out of the room.

“I wonder who broke his heart,” Sam said, opening the fridge once Peter was gone and taking out two water bottles. He tossed one at Cap.

Steve caught it and followed Sam out to the hallway, glancing at the doorway again that Peter had just walked through. He contemplated Sam’s words but came up short. “Maybe it was his history paper.”

Sam snorted. “Might as well have been the kitchen fairy.”

Peter didn’t end up taking a shower. Instead, he grabbed his backpack and was on his way to school. It was the only thing he could think of that wouldn’t leave him feeling absolutely defeated. The subway ride was long but nearly not long enough. His mind was still a cluster of thoughts when he arrived at Midtown High.

For the tenth time that morning, Peter pressed Ned’s contact, but his best friend didn’t pick up. It was too early anyway. There were barely any students present, and Peter knew that he couldn’t handle entering the school building yet. It would make him feel claustrophobic.

Peter dropped his backpack on the first step of the stairs leading up to the doors and sat beside it. He scrambled for the history paper he had carelessly stuffed into his bag when he was rushing out of the compound. It was only when Peter finally held it in his hands again that he could breathe properly. The wrinkles on the edges had become so familiar to him, it brought him comfort.

He dialled Ned’s number once more and waited. His voicemail answered and Peter made the impulsive decision to leave a message. “Ned, hey, uhm, I know it’s early and I’m sorry for calling you like a hundred times, but I met the most amazing girl last night on—well, it doesn’t really matter where, but I met her and we talked for hours.”

Peter’s eyes dropped to the stack of wrinkled papers in his hand, clutching them in fear they might disappear as well. “I really liked talking to her and I thought she did too, but then she just kinda clicked off without giving me her number or anything, and…I don’t know what to do.”

Peter laughed nervously, hand rubbing the back of his neck when he realised how crazy he sounded. But he knew he needed to get it off his chest, so he did. “Some part of me is just starting to believe that I might’ve dreamed it all and none of it was real. I just—”

A subtle peep made Peter trail off. Removing his phone from his ear, the display showed nothing but the regular phone app, and he let out a sigh before shoving his mobile into the back pocket of his pants.

“I just want to remember,” Peter mumbled under his breath to no one at all and stood up. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and turned around to face the double doors, the grip on his history paper never faltered.

Peter was halfway up the stairs when he thought that a distant voice had just called out to him. It was so far away and barely carried through the wind that Peter was sure that he had hallucinated it. He definitely needed a nap.

The voice called out his name once more and this time the familiarity nearly sucker punched Peter right off the stairs. He froze. Could it be? A second later, he spun around and went rigid.

Jogging across the football field was a girl he would’ve recognised anywhere. He had spent too many hours admiring her not to. He was stupefied.

You stopped right in front of him, doubled over and hands resting on your knees while trying to catch your breath. Peter’s eyes were wide as he watched you straighten and look at him.

If Peter had found you incredibly gorgeous through the small low-quality window on Omegle, then he found you absolutely breath-taking in real life. Peter was sure he was completely awestruck. It took him a second to note that you were grinning at him. He had to do a double-take.

Peter didn’t trust himself to speak, but he couldn’t care less if his voice was shaky. “Y/N?”

“Surprised?” You asked, amused. Peter’s breath hitched at the sound of your voice. It brought him an immediate sense of comfort. He remembered the long hours of endless conversation. He remembered how much he loved it and almost asked you to speak again.

“Well—” Peter shook his head in disbelief. “Yeah. How did you know where to find me?”

You pointed at his torso and watched as Peter’s expression shifted from sheer confusion to slow realisation. He had been wearing his Midtown hoodie the entire night. He even remembered the couple times when your gaze had flickered to it, but he hadn’t thought much of it. Peter’s eyes snapped up and locked with yours.

“You knew?” You nodded. “The entire time?” Another nod. “But you don’t go here, do you?” Peter was certain he would’ve remembered you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t.

You shook your head. “No, I go to a school close by. But I recognised the logo last night and thought I might surprise you in the morning. See if you’re this cute in real life too.” Your shy smile made Peter melt into a hopeless puddle of wild emotions. His thoughts were a mess.

Last night. Those words stood out to him like diamonds in a cave—a shooting star in the dark. They made him feel like he had just travelled the world and seen it all.

It was a story he wasn’t prepared for, but it had happened and he would be forever grateful that it did. All he managed to do was say those very words out loud, “Last night.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah.” You laughed and smiled gently. “Remember that night?”

Peter’s grip on his history paper loosened. He folded them and tucked them into his back pocket, eyes never leaving yours. Then he nodded and gave you a soft smile. “I do.”

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dirty thoughts from a distance

pairing: dom!changmin x virgin!reader, best friends to lovers, college au!

synopsis: you masturbate while thinking of your best friend and he catches you moan out his name

word count: 3.8k

warnings: maybe slight angst, (getting caught) masturbating, mutual masturbation, sex in general ig

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for three years you wondered why you hadn't lost your virginity yet. it's not like you didn't have enough opportunities since you had been in two relationships so far, both lasted about five to seven months.

the feelings in your first relationship were been mostly one-sided however.

when a guy in your biology class named Minho confessed his crush for you, you thought that the only logical next step was to become a couple. you were quite flattered that he had taken such an interest in you and believed and hoped you would eventually develop feelings for him as well. the problem was you didn't. after not being able to be emotionally let alone physically intimate with him for a few months into your relationship, he finally confronted you and you confessed that you just couldn't bring yourself to see him that way. your relationship came to an end just before becoming a senior in high school.

in your last year, you got close with Seonghwa. you were seat neighbors in your english class and you'd chat all the time. he was perfectly sweet, smart and funny and you instantly got along just fine. you developed an interest in him and he seemed to feel the same way. he asked you out with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and some chocolate and you agreed to being his girlfriend without much thought. you caught yourself falling in love with this boy and didn't shy away from physical affection such as kissing and holding hands. you were convinced you were ready to give yourself to him during prom night but when it came to it you chickened out. a couple of hours before, you had found out that your best friend changmin had broken up with his girlfriend of six months.

for a long time you hadn't been able to decipher why you hadn't slept with Seonghwa then. as time passed, the unpleasant answer became clearer and clearer: you had brought up your hopes.

you had been best friends with changmin basically since you started elementary school. on the first day, he scared you with a stupid horror mask he had sneaked in from home and made you cry. he felt so guilty and was determined to make it up to you and to become friends. you had been inseparable ever since.

when he got his first girlfriend in junior year you were devastated. you convinced yourself that the reason for that was that you had been scared he was going to replace you as his best friend but in reality you had felt jealousy.

you were suppressing your feelings because if you confessed, things might become awkward. there was no way changmin could ever like you the same way.

all of this became more difficult as you moved in together for college. you were sharing an apartment now and every day, it became harder to avoid your growing and troublesome feelings. your heart would beat faster whenever he walked around shirtless (which was most of the time) and you decided to try to ignore him. this was especially difficult since you wanted to appreciate his physique. when had he become this handsome? changmin had been dancing all his life so he had always been fit but now that he was majoring in it and training most of the time, his body had developed and he had become super toned and his abs were more prominent.

he'd often make his way into your dreams and you'd let him do inappropriate things with you. you'd wake up wet and needy and even more confused. you were ashamed of seeing him this way. this was not how one normally thought about their best friend.

it was a wednesday morning and you were eating breakfast when changmin joined you in the kitchen. he flashed you a big smile, making his pretty dimples appear which you didn't see as you did not look at him.

'good morning, y/n!' he greeted you in a good mood. you just grunted in response, intensely staring at the cereal swimming in your bowl.

the fact that you couldn't even spare him a glance hurt changmin but he tried to not let it show. he wanted to get you to talk to him.

'do you want to watch a movie and play some board games today after class?' he proposed. you hadn't spent a lot of time together ever since you had become aware of your feelings.

'I have an essay due tomorrow,' you quickly made up as an excuse. the corners of changmin's mouth twitched but you didn't notice as you were too preoccupied with doing anything that didn't include looking at him.

'then maybe on the weekend. or next-' 'I'll be busy,' you interjected. 'I have lots to do.' you stressed the lots to emphasize there was absolutely no way you would be able to hang out with him any time soon.

'umm… okay. I'll be going to class.' he told you dejected. your heart sank but you didn't respond. he was wondering whether he had done anything to make you upset but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. this had been going on for a while and he was starting to become desperate.

when you first got the apartment you spent every free minute of the day together, happy that you finally moved out and could be with each other 24/7, but then you stopped talking to him completely out of nowhere. from one day to the other, you would avoid leaving your room when he was outside and barely talked to him anymore. at first, changmin thought you were just stressed and that you'd eventually warm up again when exam season came to an end but a few months had passed and, if anything, the situation was even worse than before.

you were watching the time and after ten minutes you decided to leave for classes as well. you had started doing this so you couldn't possibly catch up to him and risk having a conversation.

'hey, y/n, what's up!' your friend chanhee hugged you when you arrived on campus. you were both majoring in fashion design and were getting along on well since the beginning of the first semester.

you sighed exasperatedly. 'changmin's up.' you puffed your cheeks and pouted. chanhee nodded knowingly. he was the only person who was aware of your little secret and that was only because you had accidentally drunk confessed the whole story to him at your first college party.

'you know maybe you should tell him. this whole thing is clearly not making you happy and I saw changmin walk by a few minutes ago. if I had to guess I'd say he was in an even worse mood than you. someone accidentally ran into him and he pushed them hard and called them names. it's not like him to overreact like this. he's usually super collected. I think you finally managed to break his spirit,' chanhee reported to you.

this had never been what you intended. why did everything have to be so difficult? you didn't want to be the cause of your best friend's unhappiness.

'he must feel like I despise him. but I cannot confess to him, that would be the end of our friendship!' you were constantly torn apart by this dilemma.

'well, if you're not gonna act on your feelings, maybe try to move on? find something casual or serious with someone new? then you'd forget all about changmin and you'd be able to go back to acting normal around him' he suggested.

chanhee's advice didn't sound too bad. if you couldn't get with changmin then you had to de-crush yourself and find somebody different to focus your emotional energy on. but on who?

'is there anyone you could think of?' you ask chanhee. he had great taste in practically everything so you highly valued his opinion.

'hmm, you could potentially try younghoon hyung? I've seen him eyeing you for weeks now and he even told me thinks your gorgeous.' he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

younghoon was a pretty art student, whom chanhee knew from high school. you didn't talk to him often, mostly at parties and he wasn't exactly your type but you tried to remember shouldn't judge him by his first impression when you haven't even got to know him.

chanhee pulled out his phone and soon you felt yours vibrate in your back pocket. you looked at him questioningly.

'I sent you his number in case you're interested,' he explained proudly. he put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the concern in his eyes. 'you really need to get over changmin if don't want to confess,' he insisted firmly.

so you decided to text younghoon during class. he was very polite and you thought he was cute as he seemed excited to talk to you. you agreed to hang out sometime to get to know each other and decided to meet up friday for dinner.

after the end of your classes, you walked home to warm up yesterday's leftovers. to your dismay, changmin had also decided to come home for once. since you began acting all weird and refused to eat with him, he usually spent lunch time with his dance mates as they had practice after anyway. why had he decided to come here today? your question was answered when he ran up to you, smiling from ear to ear and you noticed he was hiding something behind his back.

'you know how there is a blackpink concert downtown on friday? guess what!' he held up two tickets. surely you would at least agree to spend time with him if it meant being able to see your favorite group, right?

he must have gone through so much trouble to get tickets for you and since blackpink were your favorite music artists you were actually contemplating on going but then you remembered you had made plans.

'I can't. I'm going out with younghoon friday night.'

'kim younghoon?' he raised an eyebrow skeptically.

'why would you to be spending time together? I didn't know he was even talking to you,' he questioned you. anger was boiling inside of you.

'maybe it's because you don't know everything about me,' you snapped at him. you were aware that you were being harsh but somehow his words hurt you. why did he doubt you? did he think you weren't able to get with someone as awesome and popular as younghoon? did he not consider you pretty enough?

the microwave beeped, indicating your food was ready, making you snap out of your thoughts.

'y/n, I swear, that's not what I meant.' he stepped directly in front of you so you were forced to look at him. you stared deep into his pleading eyes as you closed the microwave door, turned your back to him, stomped to your room and slammed the door shut, leaving changmin behind in the kitchen.

your whole body was tense as you listened closely to any sounds coming from outside and felt relieved when you heard the front door close. feeling sad and depressed always made you feel tired so you decided to take a nap to forget about all the negative feelings.

when you woke up you were horny af. you had a dream about changmin taking you on the kitchen counter and now your panties were completely soaked with your arousal.

desperate, you pulled them down and tossed them somewhere to the side. it didn't matter. you needed relief now.

you closed your eyes as you slowly started rubbing your clit, imagining it was changmin's slender fingers touching you instead. your imagination was running wild and you sped up the tempo.

eventually, you plunged your middle finger and then your index finger inside you, pretending that changmin was stretching your walls with his cock.

you moaned loudly and picked up the pace, chasing your high. oh, how much you wished he was the one making you come.

'yes?' you opened your eyes and gasped loudly as you saw changmin watching you from the doorway. you hecticly pulled up your blankets to your chest to cover your naked lower body. for how fucking long had he been standing there?

'oh fuck, changmin...' you cursed out loud.

to your surpise he laughed. 'oh, is this why you have been so distant? were you embarrassed about imagining doing dirty things with me?' your cheeks were burning red and you were unable to move a muscle.

'you know, if you had told me you were thinking of me while doing it then I could've helped you out already. that would have spared both of us a lot of frustration.' he stepped into the room and pulled the sheets away, his hungry eyes fixed on your desperately dripping pussy. you tried to hide it with your hands.

'n-no… what are you saying? aren't we best friends? ' you couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. the way he was acting was so unexpected that you didn't know how to react or what to say. he brushed his hand over your burning cheeks. his eyes were conveying disparity.

'but what if I told you I don't care? that I like you? that I see you as more than just my best friend?'

'wait, you like me?' you couldn't believe your ears. was he actually reciprocating your feelings?

he groaned in exasperation. 'y/n, why did you think I ended things with my ex out of the blue?' you shrugged your shoulders as you weren't sure. you had thought it was because she had lost interest in him, at least that's what changmin had told you back then.

'because I realized I was in love you, you dumbass. how could I be together with someone if I had feelings for someone else?'

'I actually ruined my chances of having sex with seonghwa for the first time for the same reason. it was just after I had found out about the breakup,' you confessed, relieved that you were finally beginning to make sense of everything.

he climbed onto the mattress and positioned his knees next to your closed legs, leaning his hands on the wall behind you so that he was hovering above you.

'I'm sorry that you lost that opportunity. let me make it up to you,' he whispered with his face mere inches from yours and then kissed you. losing all self-restraint, you immediately pulled his body closer so that he was straddling you. after all these months filled with sexual frustration and just frustration in general, you were desperate for his touch. your hands wandered under his dance shirt and you were finally able to touch those abs you had been secretly admiring for so long.

you broke the kiss to take off both of your shirts and changmin skillfully unclasped your bra.

while his tongue was exploring the insides of your mouth, his hands were kneading your breasts, occasionally rubbing and pinching your hardened nipples. you felt his hard dick press against your lower abdomen as he grinded himself into you to get friction.

after having dreamt about this moment for so long, you felt impatient. this was too good to be true and you were scared that if you didn't act quick, your bubble would bust.

without thinking twice about it, you pulled down the hem of his sweatpants and boxers just far enough so you could easily reach inside and whip out his dick. you stopped for a moment to admire his length. it looked even better than you had ever imagined in any of your wildest dreams.

he sat upright, leaning on the wall behind you, while you stroked his cock. he was sensitive to your touch and not shy to show you how well you were doing by responding with moans.

'fuck, y/n. you're doing amazing.' his praise made you eager to show him just how good you could make him feel. your lack of experience was barely noticeable as the adrenaline flowing through your veins was guiding you.

you tapped his thighs to signalize him to inch closer. that way your mouth had easier access to his dick. you hesitantly licked up his length and were fascinated by how he tasted. wanting to have more of it, you swirl your tongue around his pink tip. changmin eventually became impatient and forced more of his dick inside your mouth so you tried to take as much of him as you could but your gag reflex made it difficult for you. instead, you worked your hands where your mouth couldn't do its job.

not wanting you to feel neglected, changmin reached behind him to stimulate your clit. he skillfully started rubbing all the right places and you moaned around him, sending vibrations through his cock.

he couldn't take this stimulation for much longer before he had to force himself to pull out of your mouth.

'wow, you almost made me come there.' he panted heavily. 'but I want to be inside you first.' you got lost in his touch as he placed a long kiss on your lips but a sudden thought brought you back to reality.

'wait, I don't have a condom,' you informed him embarrassed. you hadn't planned to lose your virginity any time soon so you hadn't bought any. did that mean the end of this wonderful dream?

but changmin laughed light heartedly. 'no need to worry. hold up, let me get some from my room.' you relaxed again as he disappeared and came back shortly with a condom wrapper in his hand.

you were prepared for him to start right away and took a deep breath in preparation but he didn't do anything.

'I don't think it's a good idea to start yet since I haven't even prepared you. the last thing I would want to do is hurt you so just lay back.'

he positioned your legs over his shoulders so your hips were hovering in the air. you felt his warm breath against your vagina before he drove his tongue inside you, seeing for himself how wet he had made you and tasting your arousal. you clasped your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from releasing any sounds.

'don't do that. I want to hear how good I make you feel,' changmin complained.

when he slid two fingers inside you, you couldn't hold it in anymore and let out some kind of aroused squeal. you felt self-conscious but it seemed like changmin was only more eager to please you.

at the same time, his tongue was abusing your swollen clit and it was impossible for you to hold back the curses that were spilling out of your mouth. the pleasure he was making you feel was a whole different sensation from anything else you've experienced before.

'more please, changmin!' you begged. you wanted more. you needed more. you needed him.

he carefully lowered your hips back down. 'are you sure you want this?' he asked you, waiting for you to clearly consent to having sex with him.

'I want you. you, and only you,' you reassured him and brought his face closer to kiss him. changmin's typical bright smile formed and you felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

he positioned himself at your entrance, swiping his dick between your folds like a credit card to coat it with your juices.

you gripped his arms tightly as he pushed in. he slowly continued until all of him was buried deep inside you before stopping. the feeling of a whole penis inside of you was very different from your or changmin's fingers. it filled you up to the brim and was rubbing all the good spots. while it initially caused you a bit of discomfort, it wasn't overwhelming and it also felt good in a weird way.

when your walls finished adjusting to his length, he began to steadily move his dick in and out.

changmin intensely studied your face. he couldn't believe that after all those years you were finally close to being his. he wanted to savor every single expression you made while he was inside you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso, trying to push him deeper. he slammed his cock back inside you.

'you are mine,' he declared and started going harder and faster.

'I am yours,' you confirmed and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

because of the extensive foreplay and your own masturbation prior to this, it didn't take long until your walls were tightening around his dick and you felt an orgasm approaching.

driven wild by you clenching around his cock, he thrusted into you even faster. you rested your sweaty foreheads against each other as both of you almost came simultaneously.

changmin kissed the top of your head before he pulled out and threw away the used condom. you opened your arms and he let himself fall right into your embrace.

'I know this might be kind of weird to talk about right now but do you want to be my girlfriend?' Changmin asked you. he still wasn't too sure what all of this meant for your relationship and he desperately needed to know where your mind was at.

'after having liked you for all this time I'd be an idiot to say no.' 'you're an idiot anyway,' he teased. you slapped his arm.

'hey! I'm not the one who ignored you for a couple of months because my hormones are out of control.' you hid your face in the crook of his neck, too embarrassed face him.

'I'm really sorry for that. you just mean so much to me and I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship.' he stroked your hair.

'I do understand that. if I hadn't heard you moan my name today I wouldn't have acted on my feelings either. but all is good now, right?' 'right.' you smiled and placed a small kiss below his ear.

'there is still one thing you need to do,' changmin tried to remind you. you looked at him, puzzled.

'what do you mean?' 'younghoon,' he hinted. you immediately started looking for your phone. that date was definitely going to have to be cancelled. there was no need for you to find a distraction anymore since you had been granted your wish after all.

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