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ddejavvu · 1 year

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could you do a spencer x daughter reader comfort for grade stress? my grades are a lot lower than normal and i feel awful :(

you’re an amazing writer much love <3

'$20 and a completely unabridged gossip session about my love life if you can hack into my school's system and change my grades...'

'Baby genius!' Penelope scolds, in response to what you personally believe was a very fair and enticing offer, 'I can't! I don't do bad hacking anymore, I only do the good kind :)'

'It would be good for me to not have these grades.' You type back, smearing an exasperated hand over your face. You swear you nearly drag your skin right off, and you consider attempting to do so, maybe you wouldn't have to go to school anymore if you were just a skeleton-face.

'I'm sure you're freaking out over nothing, wonder baby,' Penelope responds, full of all of her usual optimism that sickens you now, 'You of all people don't need to be worrying about your grades.'

She's wrong. Now you do, now your grades have inexplicably taken a nosedive, dropping into uncharted territory. With a father that attended college at the ripe age of twelve, you feel severely disappointing. You're not following in his footsteps, you've lost the outline of his sneakers and you're traipsing through mud trying to locate them aagin.

You don't bother responding; you're not even sure what you'd say. You don't even consider the ramifications of her saying no to your scheme, being that the world's biggest gossip knows you're upset about your grades and she's not bound to confidentiality by any suspicious illegal activity.

Which means that when your dad gets home, he heads straight for your room.

"Hi, angel," Spencer leans down to hug you over the back of your desk chair, dropping a kiss to the crown of your head. It's the same kiss he's planted on you every day since you came into the world, "Penelope said you're having school trouble?"

Your stomach drops and you groan, "That snitch."

"Hey!' Spencer scoffs, "She's the one that always spoils your birthday presents 'cause you give her puppy eyes. You use her poor secret-keeping abilities to your benefit just as much as the rest of us."

"It's nothing," You're still glancing blankly at your homework, keeping your eyes away from your dad so that you don't have to see his face. You try to brush him off before he directly asks what your grades are, "I'm just having a bad week or something."

"A bad week doesn't impact your grades that much," Spencer hums suspiciously, "And your teacher doesn't even put in grades until the week after you submit assignments, so this week being bad wouldn't have changed your grade yet. What's really going on?"

"I don't know," You confess, and you're glad he understands it's the truth and not another half-hearted excuse. He catches the wavering in your voice and knows you're being honest with him, and he can practically feel the cartoonish crack running down his heart, splitting it in two.

"Alright," He soothes, setting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing at its tense muscles lightly, "We'll figure it out. I'll help you, okay?"

"I don't want your help," You lament, tears stinging painfully at your eyes, "You- you know everything, and I don't want to hear how many times you have to correct me. I don't want to see what I should be while being reminded that I'm not."

There's a long bout of silence where your dad's hand lingers on your shoulder, the only reminder that he's still there. It's like he's stopped breathing altogether, air caught in his throat as his brain tries coming up with a solution.

"I don't want you to be like me." He confesses, and the tears stay in place at the corners of your eyes, waiting for a cue to fall.

"I'm... It was hard growing up and being different. It's hard now being different. Morgan still scoffs whenever I talk too much, and we've been friends for years. JJ cuts me off every time I go on a tangent. People aren't nice to anyone who's different."

"But that doesn't matter," You whimper, hands flying to your face to push against your eyelids like you could squeeze your tears back inside, "You aced classes, you got into college super young, you got a high profile job, you're successful, and-"

"-and if I had to choose one thing about my life to carry over into the next, none of those would be it." Your dad cuts you off, moving to pry your hands away from your eyes. He smooths his thumbs over your eyelids, softening the sting from your aggressive touches.

"Y/N," He starts, honey-colored eyes dripping with love as he stares at you from his spot perched on your bed, "All the knowledge in the world doesn't make you happy. Knowing what chemicals are attributed to love doesn't mean you feel it. Knowing what poets have written about love doesn't mean you get to experience it for yourself. I don't want you to know everything," He explains, drying a tear with the cuff of his shirt sleeve, "I want you to be happy, to be loved. And you are smart," He promises, "-just because you don't understand the material you're getting, or you aren't doing your homework, or you're overloaded with assignments so that your grades drop doesn't mean you're not smart."

"Dad," Your face crumples, your eyes squeezing shut tight as tears drip from their corners. He guides you into his embrace with a hand on the back of your head and you let him control where your weight lands, slumping into his stomach pitifully.

He rubs down your back with his free hand, letting the one shelter your face against his button-up.

"I love you," He murmurs, and you can feel the vibrations of his voice through his chest. You press your ear into it, so your brain soaks up the words, "Even if you're having trouble memorizing the..." He peers down at your paper, "-amendments to the Constitution. Okay, well, you really should know those. We'll work on it, honey."

"Okay," You can't help the weak laugh that shakes your shoulders at his reaction, and he smiles sweetly down at you when you break away, not an ounce of judgement in his eyes that are twinkling with fondness instead.

"Now," He pats your back, straightening up from where he'd been slightly hunched over to rub soothing circles into the fabric of your shirt, "Let's talk about how you're encouraging Penelope to commit cyber crimes for you."

"Uh," You grimace, glancing back quickly at your revision sheet, "I plead the... fifth?"

"That's-" Spencer looks away, biting his lip to conceal his laugh, "That's good. That's bad, don't do that. But that's good. You know number five. That's a start."

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bunny-extract · 1 year

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Tell us more about cocky könig we really need a refresh in the fandom

He named himself King, your honor. Of course i'm obsessed with him.

— The Growth Spurt (tm) came on early, and ostracized him from his peers. His social pools leaned much older than him, which meant the resulting traumatic themes associated came to him pretty young. Fully adopt the party boy König hc, and firmly believe he entered the forces with his screws already stripped.

— Was bullied into joining a rugby team when he was in school. Hated it, hated it, hated it, and then one day he smacked into a kid that was several grades ahead, knocked him on his ass and was like wow. Haha. Oh.

— As soon as König learned his anxieties could be overshadowed by aptitude, that became a pretty big crutch. If you're not the best then you're being laughed at. solution: Be the fucking best?

— In his eyes, his military career was a failure. The blow to his ego when he was rejected as a sniper really left him sore, and being reduced to a battering ram seemed like a waste of his his assets. When KorTac contacted him he left the services as soon as he could. The switch was not for any noble reasons (Not that he joined with any in mind, either)

— Insufferable ego driven by crippling anxiety means he comes off as really hot and cold. Sometimes when he’s avoiding eye contact it’s shy, disarming, and then other times it’s curt, uninterested

— That makes his attention kind of covetous, because when he is interested in someone, if he respects them, he has this boyish 'look at me, look at what I can do for you' that makes him seem soft and charming, but it can quickly turn into ‘did you see what I did? Did you like it? I can do more.’

— He is as attentive and loyal as a dog, but mean and jealous as one too.

NSFW

— The natural second step to this is an unbearable praise kink. Adoration, worship, acts of service, he falls for any of the above... This is literally the only normal turn on he has, I'm afraid.

— Plenty to go unsaid about his sexuality. Took the kink test curiously once, but half of what really gets him going wasn't listed in the prompts.

If he weren't so fucked up this would be fine, but he is, and so it isn't.

— Scared of sex because of this. He isn't sure what he's capable of, and when you've taken someone's life before and know that's nowhere near your cap it complicates things for you! Just smack a big old 'CONFIDENTIAL' over what actually comes up.

— (Out in the field, the air taste like adrenaline and testosterone and whatever other chemicals that creep up when your head is a bullseye. They all coalesce into a raging, disgusting hard on that he doesn't even try to hide anymore. Tucks himself into his waistband and uses that pent up energy to beat into people like he's fucking them. Nobody talks about it, not because they don't all notice it, but because könig has always deserved the title 'freak'. They can just be grateful they're on the same side of him.)

#könig #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #bunnywriting #asks #könig headcanons #könig imagines #pulling out the actual hcs i see #putting a lot of thought into a character comprised of 10 original voice lines !!!!

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night-raven-tattler · 4 months

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SORRY, I'M FANGIRLING (Is that even a word?)

Tattly, I swear, I was thinking about sending this request DURING New Year's Eve, BUT MY ENTIRE CITY SPENT THE FIRST DAY COMPLETELY WITHOUT POWER 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

But if I can ask you now, tell me: in what pose do you think the twst boys sleep?

Who has the Dracula pose, who looks like they were run over and, most importantly, WHO HAS THE "POWER BOTTOM, ASS UP" POSE??

I've been completely high on coffee for 4 days, sorry about that~

-🌙

(You'll see a lot of me here, I loved the place)

Hello and happy new year, 🌙! Mx Tattly is pleased with your return. They have conducted a very elaborate investigation, with the help of some of the fellow NRT members. Hope you enjoy the findings!

Turbulent sleep or unperturbed slumber?

Characters: main NRC students cast, NRC staff, Che'nya, Neige (separate)

Warnings: none

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

-ˋˏ’✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

The yearners/cuddlers: Deuce, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Trein, Neige

These are a bunch of people who yearn for warmth and affection. Either they're used to being cuddled to sleep, or they have a natural urge to grab onto something or someone and hold onto it/them until the sun comes up. Their grip is sturdy, their sleep is sound and their pillow is very likely drooled on. They're the most likely to snore, from small kitten snores to bass bosted remixes.

『••✎••』

The pristine logs: Riddle, Jack, Silver, Crewel

This is the sleep position of a person who totally has their life together (/s) and absolutely nothing is wrong with them (/s). They are totally okay with their life (/s). Even from the moment the go to bed they know how they want to wake up in the morning. The pose is unshakeable and they are statues, impossible to wake up from the outside, even with the aid of the loudest Sebek available.

『••✎••』

The space hoggers: Grim, Ace, Jade, Floyd, Crowley

Their mission is to occupy as much of the bed as possible. Either from spreading their limbs for comfort or from moving in their sleep as if they're dreaming of participating in a yoga class, they will never wake up the same way they went to bed. Their dedication to claim as much of the bed as possible no matter who else shares it could be rivaled only by the Roman Empire.

『••✎••』

The squishy limb havers: Jamil, Cater, Idia, Che'nya

These people don't fall asleep, they collapse of exhaustion on their bed after being awake for too long, only to wake up a few hours later and wonder why their new bed was the floor. Unfortunately for them, it would be hard for them to fall back asleep, as they somehow managed to get some rest in the position they powered down in. If by some miracle half of their body is still on the bed in the morning, they consider it as a win.

『••✎••』

The coffin dwellers: Trey, Vil, Rook, Ortho, Malleus, Sebek, Sam

This is another position of a perfectly normal person with absolutely no issues whatsoever (/s). This pose is not only absolutely mundane and normal (/s), but it's also efficient: it's the position that allows them to sleep the best and to wake up the fastest in the morning. They sleep (or charge) in a position worth grading, and the school should implement a scoring system that would benefit their overall grade only based on the perfect stillness and grace and total normalcy (/s) of their sleep.

『••✎••』

The freefallers: Epel, Leona, Lilia, Vargas

These people have nothing to fear, as sleeping with you butt upwards and on your stomach is a pose used to assert dominance and superiority. It shows fearlessness, because an unprotected back is a show of vulnerability. Despite the risk they subject themselves to in order to make a statement, they refuse to change their sleeping position. They prefer their freedom and the superiority complex... and the neck / back pain in the morning.

『••✎••』

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229zmi · 4 months

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ACADEMIC WEAPON

PAIRING: Bokuto Kōtarō/Reader

CONTENT: 4+1 things (4 times bokuto failed a quiz + the 1 time he passed), reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, reader tutors bokuto, bokuto requests the reader to shut the window on his head at one point, overuse of silly metaphors and similes #Sorry

WORD COUNT: 5.0k

(I.)

Bokuto was many things, but an academic weapon was certainly not one of them. Perhaps, he thought, an academic victim would be more fitting.

After all, marked by a large 7/100 circled in red pen for his surrounding deskmates to see (Thanks a lot, Mrs. Ishida!, he sulked), things were looking bleak for him. It was only a few days into the new term, yet he had already failed his first quiz; and honestly, he wasn’t sure if Akaashi’s biweekly tutoring sessions would be enough to pull him through the rest of the school year with a passing grade, especially with the volleyball summer camp coming up — it was all he could think about as of lately.

He needed a plan. Desperately.

“Desperately?”

Bokuto jolted in his seat. Ah, he must’ve let his internal monologue slip out again. That tended to happen a lot whenever he got too carried away in his pondering— got too in his head about something. Pouting for no particular reason, he hastened to answer Akaashi’s question with a nod before an idea suddenly materialised in his brain.

“Change your tutoring sessions to be weekly! Pretty please?” he added somewhat sheepishly, twiddling his fingers for the effect of what was supposed to be humbleness.

“Weekly?” Akaashi stared at him with a slow blink, taking a bite of his apple. He seemed to be thinking about it, which kindled a small flame of hope within Bokuto.

“Yeah! Or— or how about twice a week? Three times a week? Four—“

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that,” he cut in with a dead expression, but at least his tone sounded sort of apologetic. But it was true: he was in the volleyball club and the literature club at school, and being a part of two clubs did take a considerable chunk of what would’ve been free time after school, hence why his tutoring sessions were scheduled so sparsely.

His eyes lingered on Bokuto’s hair, which was beginning to look deflated, and he was sure his best friend was about to enter one of his moods if he didn’t find some way to cheer him up.

“Bokuto-san,” he started, pausing for a moment to think again, “I know someone from literature club who might be willing to tutor you.”

Bokuto lifted the side of his head from off the table. A newfound hope miraculously found him and bled through his expression as he smiled and propelled himself closer to the black-haired boy as if he was listening in on some juicy yet confidential gossip, hitting the palms of his hands against the table with an embarrassingly loud slap that rang throughout the classroom.

“Really?!”

Akaashi nodded. “[L/n] [Y/n] from class 3-6 is one of the smartest people I know, and I heard they’ve been looking to make some money so—“

“I gotta go,” Bokuto quickly said. Watching him rush out the classroom, Akaashi had a feeling it wasn’t to the bathroom.

(i.)

Bokuto was many things. Shameless was one of them.

“I am looking for [Y/n]!”

Heads turned toward him, including yours, although your reaction was paired with creased eyebrows and a warmth in your face that felt a lot like embarrassment. You weren’t sure who he was to be shouting out your name like that in front of everyone, but whoever he was, you were livid. Even more so after hearing your classmates whisper among themselves, questioning if that strong-looking, handsome guy was your boyfriend and adding on that you didn’t seem like type to date.

“Is there a [Y/n] in this class?” No one spoke up, so he stepped back outside the classroom for a moment, checking the sign above the door to make sure this was the right class. Class 3-6, it read. He frowned. Maybe you had decided to spend your lunch period elsewhere.

Before he started to walk back to his classroom so he could complain to Akaashi about this unfortunate outcome, however, he felt a sharp yank against the collar of his shirt, pulling him backward and then up against the wall. He blinked, and a humourless face came into vision. Unsure of where to look, he settled for staring hard at the space in between the face’s furrowed eyebrows, wondering if this stranger was about to ask for his lunchbox or something like the bullies in stereotypical American high school movies.

“Name,” you demanded. Stunned by how you were acting like some kind of military drill sergeant, Bokuto could only keep staring. Eventually, he noticed the name tag on your blazer— [L/n] [Y/n], class 3-6!

He smiled. Just the person he was looking for.

You were growing impatient. Why was he smiling? Did he find your embarrassment funny? Tensely, you repeated, “What’s your name? Hellooo?”

“Bokuto Kōtarō, a friend of Akaashi Keiji!” he blurted out. “You know him, right? Black hair, blue eyes—“

“I know who that is.”

“Great! I have a favour to ask you.”

Awkwardly, he gestured for you to back up. You did so, albeit eyeing him sceptically as he proceeded to bow down, low enough to the point where the tips of his hair met the tiled floor. It was just your luck that a few of your classmates decided to leave the classroom at this moment, stopping when they noticed the scene before shuffling away. You heard them giggling to themselves yet again, probably ecstatic at having found another topic to gossip about.

“Get up, what the hell are you doing.” Gripping onto his broad shoulders, you frantically tried pulling him up to a normal standing position before any other witnesses could walk in on you and add on to your humiliation, but he didn’t budge.

“Hold on— please tutor me!”

“That wasn’t asking me a favour. Now, stand. Up.”

“I’m failing most of my classes, and the ones that I’m not, I’m barely passing by like a couple points! I’ll pay you and everything, just please— I really need someone to tutor me, and Akaashi said you were super duper smart and nice and cool and everything!”

“Get up. Please.” You couldn’t help sounding desperate by this point. “People are staring.”

Much to your annoyance, your words went through one of Bokuto’s ears and out the other, as if there was nothing in between.

“Can you tutor me? Please?”

“Alright, fine. But only if you stop bowing down to me.” You sighed and then stuck your hand out, holding your phone. “Give me your number. I’ll text you the dates and times I’ll be available.”

He shot right up and visibly brightened, his hair sticking up even more than before, like he’d just stuck a fork into an electrical outlet. You weren’t sure how that was logically possible, but whatever. “Of course! Here.”

After letting him type in his number, you added it as a contact.

“What’s your name again?” you asked.

“Bokuto Kōtarō.”

“Spell it for me.”

“Okay! B as in Bokuto. O as in Okuto. K as in Kuto…“

You shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose.

(II.)

bok:

hey……………..

ahaha

[image]

The image showed Bokuto’s most recent calculus quiz, tear-stained and appearing as if it was crumpled up but then flattened back out out of guilt. A red 7/100 was marked at the top.

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

i am available after school tomorrow

we can meet up at the library if that’s ok

bok:

YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks [y/n] :p

(ii.)

Bokuto was certain now as he stared aimlessly out the window that the universe was against him in some way and that time had purposely slowed down just to spite him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for your help — he couldn’t be more appreciative of the fact that you were taking the time out of your day to tutor him despite the two of you being strangers until recently — but after just an hour and a half of going over notes and countless practice worksheets, he was ready to stop, drop, and roll into bed.

Even Akaashi, as monotonous as he was, wasn’t this bad during tutoring. Plus, his sessions were biweekly, whereas and Bokuto had agreed on twice a week: Wednesdays and Fridays. This was only the third tutoring session with you.

“Hey,” your voice cut through his thoughts, and with a start, he realised you’d finally returned from your brief excursion to the restroom, “did you finish the homework?”

Like a giraffe or a particularly nosy next-door neighbour, you craned your neck over the table that separated you and the boy with the two-toned hair. With the backs of his ears stained vermillion, Bokuto immediately slammed his folded arms onto the table, shielding the contents of the paper from your line of sight.

“Yes,” he said stiffly. “I am— I did finish. The homework.”

Bokuto was many things. A good liar was not one of them.

You blinked, dumbfounded. “The fuck was that for?”

He roleplayed confusion by inclining his head to the side. His words came out light and airy, sounding as though he’d just sucked in helium. “What ever do you mean?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Perchance.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, no I don’t! I’ve got no clue what you’re saying.”

Your eyebrows pinched together as your eyes flitted between his mock-innocent expression and the worksheet peeking out from underneath his toned forearms, before lunging forward and grabbing onto the piece of paper when he least expected it.

However, Bokuto was a little quicker. With fast reflexes, he pressed down on the paper even more, now using more of his body weight to keep you from taking it away from him. You were suddenly reminded that the guy in front of you was not just some clown who was very bad at both integrals and remembering to bring a pencil, but a better-than-average athlete at the very least.

“The element of surprise,” he stated through a tight-lipped smile, “you’re good at that.”

“Let go,” you commanded, still trying to pry it from his arms.

“Why?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, I need to see it so I can check your answers and see how much progress you’ve made.” You paused for a moment. “And also ‘cause I don’t believe you. You were only on question two when I left, there’s no way you’re done.”

Bokuto gasped with a dramatic drop of his jaw. “After all we’ve been through?!”

He may as well have sounded an airhorn into a microphone, then proceeded to throw the microphone out a window. You rushed to shush him, placing an index finger on your lips with a look of disapproval across your features. “Quiet down. This is a library.”

He stuck his tongue out. “Bossy-pants.”

Your face soured like a pair of wet socks. What kind of playground insult was that?

“I am not,” you told him. “That was a perfectly reasonable request, not just for me but also for the other people around you, who would probably appreciate some peace and quiet around here.”

He laughed in your face. You swore you were going to pop a blood vessel at this rate.

“Wow, you would make a great librarian. Ever thought about working here?” Teasingly, he kicked your foot from under the table.

“Don’t do that.” You physically recoiled at the smug grin that settled on his face. Not knowing how else to retaliate, you settled for a simple, “Shut up,” which really wasn’t any better, but once more, you’d realised that too late after the words fully left your mouth.

“I didn’t say anything!” Bokuto protested.

“I don’t care. Now, let go of the paper.”

“Only if you say pretty please.” He tilted his chin up defiantly in a way that, although perhaps unintentional for the most part, effectively grated on your nerves. You glowered at him, but before you could say anything else, you first heard a faint rip, and after one more particularly harsh tug, you found yourself flung backwards into your chair all of a sudden, which then tipped over and toppled onto the ground along with you.

You winced, feeling the immediate stinging pain subside to a dull ache in your back.

“Oh,” Bokuto said, before tentatively creeping over to you. All humour in his voice and face vanished without a trace. “You okay?”

Your face felt hot, though you weren’t sure if it was from frustration or embarrassment or a secret third thing as you stared up at his hand that was outstretched to you. Ignoring it, you pushed yourself up and then stared down at the paper in your hand— or rather, the half that was still there. The other half laid on the table. Crumpled up.

You sucked in a huge breath of air. Of course, only two out of ten problems on the homework assignment was done, and the rest were left blank. You’d be less upset if he had at least tried. Was he even taking this seriously?

“I think we are done for today.”

(III.)

“Oh, he hates me for sure. I just know it.”

Akaashi couldn’t see the point of this conversation.

“You’re telling me this because…?”

With restrained effort, you whacked the back of his head with a rolled up notebook, yet he barely even appeared fazed, like this was a normal occurrence in your friendship. (It was.)

“‘Cause you’re, like, his best friend in the whole wide world, and I need your advice, dingus,” you complained. “He even introduced himself as Bokuto, a friend of Akaashi Keiji.”

“Of course he did,” Akaashi muttered, somewhat amused by your poorly done impression of his best friend’s voice. He placed a hand on his chin to contemplate. “If you really want to know what I think about you and him, I don’t believe last Friday was as horrible as you think it was. He called me and told me all about it on his way home.”

Suddenly, you grabbed him by the shoulders. Taken aback, he stared up at you with the typical unsettling, blue-eyed gaze, just a little more wide-eyed than usual.

“What did he say?” This was serious business — you had to know.

“Nothing too bad,” he quickly answered, patting your arm as if you were some wild animal to be tamed. “Said you were kind of boring and went through some of the topics too fast, but he appreciated your efforts. He also felt bad for lying to you and for calling you bossy, even though you were— his words, not mine.”

“I am not bossy,” you said haughtily.

Akaashi rolled his eyes, then smiled. “That’s some defense you got there.”

“No, really. He’s totally being dramatic!”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. Or, even better, you talk to him yourself.”

“No way!” You buried your face into your hands.

“I already told you, Bokuto doesn’t hate you at all. Just… try being a little more understanding next time you see him.” He motioned his hands vaguely, trying to further explain his point. “Nicer, you know? But” — you sensed that what came next would be a big but — “still be yourself. Don’t want you frying your brain over trying to act like someone else. Okay?”

You dismissed his advice with a wave of your hand. Now he sounded too much like a school counsellor for your liking. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

Just as the teacher walked in and Akaashi left to return to his classroom, your phone pinged. You glanced down to see what it was.

No surprise it was a text from Bokuto.

bok:

[image]

failed my calc quiz :(( again :(((

There was a circled 3/100 in red ink in the upper right corner of the paper.

Unable to contain a scoff of disbelief, you weren’t even sure how it was possible. Nonetheless, you began to type out a response, something along the lines of a dry ‘ok’ followed by a specific time for you to meet up, but then Akaashi’s wise words of wisdom rang through your mind.

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

does 5pm this wednesday work for u?! ^-^

Typing that almost physically hurt you, but you persisted regardless like the brave soldier you were.

bok:

??? YEAHHH

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

alright!!!! see u then!!!! :))))

[bok liked your message.]

(iii.)

There was something off about you. Bokuto could tell, though he couldn’t quite place a finger on it.

He thought maybe it was the stress of the upcoming volleyball summer camp that was making him see things he wasn’t actually seeing. Or maybe you had changed up your appearance a bit today. But as he observed you while you were explaining a homework problem he was particularly stuck on, you looked the same. Still you, except… brighter? You looked like you were in a better mood today and, actually, this past week now that he thought about it, recalling your texts.

You were nicer, that’s what it was. Or it was more that you seemed more engaged in today’s tutoring session than you had in all three of the previous ones. From the start, you’d sat down next to him, instead of across from him on the opposite side of the table. You went through each topic much more thoroughly, refusing to move on until he fully understood the material, which you made sure of by asking him questions every now and then. And, he swore, you were even smiling a little whenever he got an answer correct on his own.

It was almost uncanny, he mused to himself.

“What is?”

He snapped back to reality. “Huh?”

“You said something was ‘almost uncanny,’” you told him, eyeing him strangely.

Shit, he had spoken his internal monologue out loud yet again. And he’d been staring at you like a mindless animal for an exceedingly long time now without realising.

“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Okay.”

Shaking his head at himself, he slouched over the table in an attempt to focus on his homework. After a beat, he scribbled something down, then pursed his lips as he slid his paper over to you, indicating to you that there was one thing he was either stuck on or unsure about. “Is this right?”

Wordlessly, you glanced down at his answer, and after scanning through his work to make sure it wasn’t a thing of luck, you nodded. Bokuto fist-pumped the air, although his ecstasy wasn’t just because he had gotten the answer right yet again (he was currently on a streak of six-in-a-row— the highest yet!). Rather, he found himself looking to you in the corner of his eye with hopes to catch your reaction, and there it was again: both outer edges of your mouth curled to form what he could confidently say was a smile. A small one, but it was there nevertheless.

Then, you did something else, another thing he wasn’t expecting at all: you began to grovel to him for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry for being kind of mean to you,” you mumbled.

Okay. Maybe, that was an exaggeration (a really, really extreme one). But the effect it had on him was still as explosive as if you actually were grovelling at his feet for forgiveness.

“WHAAAAT?”

A scowl made its way to your face for the first time today. “Can you not act so surprised?”

“It’s not acting if I really am surprised,” he said with a defensive tone, placing a hand on his chest. “Plus, I’d never lie to you like that… except maybe that one time. Sorry.”

“I don’t think you need to apologise for that. You weren’t very convincing anyway.”

“What do you mean? I totally had you fooled!”

“You did not.”

“I did!” Somewhere else in the library, the librarian shushed the both of you, sending weak glares in your direction. Mindful of their warning, Bokuto quieted to a stage-whisper. “If that paper hadn’t ripped, you would’ve never found out the truth.”

“Ha! In your dreams, yeah.” You rolled your eyes before begrudgingly admitting, “But while we’re still on the topic of apologies, I guess I am also sorry for being kind of overbearing. I will work on that bad habit in the future.”

“Kind of?” he echoed. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. “You sure?”

“Yes.” You shot him a glare, and he put his hands up in mock-defense.

“Hey, hey, hey, I was just asking. I forgive you and all. But for the record,” Bokuto grinned, sharp canines poking out a bit, “I like that about you anyways.”

(IV.)

bokuto:

FAILED AGAIN

BUT!!!!!!

[image]

46!!!!!! DOUBLE DIGITS!!!!!!

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

revolutionary

see u tomorrow

bokuto:

CAN’T WAIT :D

(iv.)

Bokuto was dreading this next exam. It was a big one, for sure, as it was the last opportunity he had to raise his currently failing grade up to passing standard before summer break, which was slowly yet surely inching its way toward the present. With the volleyball summer camp just a week and a half away, his odds weren’t looking very high, and he wasn’t sure if even yours and Akaashi’s combined tutoring efforts would be able to save him.

“I can’t do this.” He dropped his pencil on the table and groaned in frustration, leaning back in his chair with a dejected expression directed toward the ceiling. Nothing was making sense anymore. “Can you please open the window?”

Puzzled, you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why? Do you need some fresh air?”

“No, I’m gonna stick my big, stupid head out the window, and then you can do me a favour and close it.”

“Oh! Okay.”

Logically, you decided not to do that. Instead, you grabbed one of the soft-cover workbooks laid across the table, rolled it up as Bokuto watched you curiously, and—

Thwack!

Rubbing the back of his head, Bokuto sat up straight. If you placed his back and a ruler next to each other, you wouldn’t know the difference. “What’d you do that for?”

“Did that hurt?”

“Not really.” His gaze averted between you and the book and then you again and the book again, bewildered. “But what’d you do that for? Fun?”

“No, it was because you sound totally lame right now and it’s pissing me off. Get a fucking grip on yourself. You’re not stupid, so don’t say that you are. You’re gonna ace this test and you’re gonna ace whatever sports thing you got coming up.”

“Volleyball summer camp,” he said wistfully. There were stars sparkling in his eyes now, a stark contrast to his lifeless look seconds prior, leading you to believe that you’ll have a chance at becoming a motivational speaker or something of the like in the near future.

“Yeah, that. You— you can do this. You got this. Go you or whatever.” Yeah, scratch that option. Suddenly feeling awkward, you grimaced. Maybe it was time you just stop talking. “Never mind. Keep studying.”

“Okay.” He picked up the pencil but not before sparing you one last glance and blinking rapidly for a few seconds, wondering if he was seeing things when pink hearts started to hover around your face with a dream-like, white vignette and a romantic tune began flooding his ears. “Yeah, I think I am gonna ace this test.”

(V.)

“They whacked me with a book, Akaashi.”

Akaashi couldn’t see the point of this conversation. He tended to feel that way a lot, actually, but it was a phenomenon occurring more than usual as of lately, and he had a feeling it had something to do with two of his friends spending more time with each other over these past couple of weeks. Huh, he wondered why.

“Yeah, they do that,” he said, turning the page as his eyes glided over the words. This was like a kindergartener tattling to their teacher about something a classmate did to offend them, at least in the eyes of Akaashi. Certainly, he felt like an under-compensated, stressed-out adult at the moment.

“So how do you not fall in love every time?”

Akaashi froze. Was he hearing things right?

Before he could process his upperclassman’s words, however, a sense of déjà vu washed over him as Bokuto grabbed him by the shoulders all of a sudden, donning a serious look now.

“I’m going to ask you one thing. A favour as one of my best friends in the whole wide world.”

He shut the book he was reading and set it to the side, seeing how important this seemed to Bokuto. “Okay. What is it?”

“Don’t tell [Y/n] I passed my exam. They have to think that I failed.”

With an arch in one of his eyebrows, Akaashi attempted to not sound so shocked. “You passed your test?”

“I did. 72 out of 100!” A wide grin spread across Bokuto’s face.

“That’s great news,” Akaashi replied. “Why wouldn’t you want [Y/n] to know about that? Surely, they’d be happy for you.”

“Because. If they find out I did well on my test, then that means I won’t need their help anymore and I won’t get to spend time with them anymore. And I don’t want that to happen ‘cause I like spending time with them.”

Oh, jeez. “That’s not that how that works.”

“Okay, Mr. Smart Guy, tell me how it works then.”

“No.” Akaashi reopened his book as if to seem disinterested in the topic at hand, even though he actually was and he wasn’t really reading at all by this point. “Just ask them to hang out instead asking me to lie to their face on your behalf.”

“I’m not asking you to lie, I’m just. Well. I don’t know,” Bokuto finally admitted sheepishly, fiddling with the end of his sleeve as he pouted. After several moments of well-needed silence, he pondered out loud, “Should I text them?”

“Yes.”

Pulling out his phone from his pocket, Bokuto smiled. “You’re a great friend, Akaashi. Thanks for the advice!”

bokuto:

hey! let’s hang out this weekend!!!!

i meannnnnn at the library

at our usual time not the weekend ahahah

sorry

typo

that first text was a typo

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

you failed your test?

bokuto:

yYeahhhhhh

[[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor reacted ‘?’ to your message.]

(v.)

“You seem.” You observed his face suspiciously as you pulled out a notebook from your backpack. “Happy.”

“Aren’t I always happy?” For proof, he gave you the largest smile you’d ever seen in your life and leaned in close until your noses were touching. “See? This is my resting face like all the time.”

With how close he was, you settled on staring at a faint freckle above his left eyebrow, hoping that didn’t make you look cross-eyed. “Yeah, you’re just a bundle of joy. But I assumed you would be a little down considering you recently failed not just a quiz but a big exam. You won’t be able to go to that summer camp. Wasn’t that the whole point of me tutoring you?”

He shrugged, pulling himself away. “Life happens. Things happen. But I am a changed man, and I will no longer let such minister things disappoint me.”

“Minuscule things.”

“I said that. Mini-stool.”

You shook your head. Some things, you’d learned, were better to just leave as is.

But then there was a certain point where you couldn’t just not pester him about it. That point came after noticing he was answering all your questions right and breezing through the review sheets with ease. You couldn’t understand how he had failed his last exam when he was doing so well right now, same topics and everything.

A frown seeped into your expression as you stared at his work. “You… you already know everything. What if your teacher graded your test wrong? Or misplaced it with someone else’s. Because there’s no way you—”

“No, I don’t think so,” he interrupted you with a nervous laugh, sounding strained while looking everywhere but you. You side-eyed him upon being interrupted but continuing doing so as he wasn’t really acting like his usual self, as much as he wanted to insist otherwise. Weird. “I bombed that test. Trust me. Maybe you’re just my lucky charm or something.”

“What.”

He ignored your skepticism, seemingly too caught up in his head. “Maybe you should spend time with me more often so then maybe your luck can rub off on me. Maybe you should start coming to my volleyball practices. Maybe we should start hanging out over the weekends. Summer break is almost here, maybe we—“

“Bokuto Kōtarō.”

He glanced over at you — crossing your arms over your chest and clearly not believing him — and immediately threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “Okay, I lied. I passed with a 72%.”

“I figured.”

“You knew all along?!”

“No. But I could tell you weren’t telling the truth ‘cause you’re a horrible liar,” you explained as he pouted. “It gives me second-hand embarrassment seeing you look all constipated like that whenever you try to lie. Please never do that again.”

“I’m sorry. I just thought you wouldn’t wanna tutor me anymore if I told you,” he admitted. “I like hanging out with you, even if it’s just to do schoolwork. I don’t want that to end since we never really talk outside of these tutoring sessions.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you said definitively.

“So cruel of you to say only that after I poured my heart out to you!”

Despite you hovering a hand over your mouth to conceal it, your laughter still saturated the air; Bokuto took in every ounce.

“I wouldn’t toss you to the curb like that,” you reassured him. “These tutoring sessions can continue until we graduate for all I care. And if you want, over summer break whenever you’re free, we can go to the movies or a café or wherever, really.”

He perked up at this. “Really?”

“Really.” You picked at the dead skin around your fingernails offhandedly. “And honestly? I like spending time with you, too, so it doesn’t matter what it is that we do. You are paying, though, if we go to a place that wants our money, since you promised to pay me back when you first asked me to tutor you.”

Bokuto was okay with that. Your presence alone was enough to make him feel over the moon like a billionaire anyway.

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secret sessions ⸻ part one.

PAIRING. tutor!heeseung x f!reader

GENRE. smut with plot meaning MDNI. college au, strangers to lovers ?

SYNOPSIS. when your classmate recommends lee heeseung, the school’s infamous tutor, to help you get your grades up. little did you know that his confidential payment method would be your body.

WARNINGS. lowercase intended. cursing, fingering, dry humping, oral sex (male receiving), heeseung does stuff with someone other than reader, slight degrading, titty sucking, male masturbation, slight praising

WORD COUNT. 6.1k

masterlist.

you laid your head on your desk as you were waiting for your professor to begin today’s lecture. you could slowly feel a deep slumber coming over you since you stayed up too late last night, resulting in you getting only three hours of sleep. the sound of your professor clapping his hands together from the front of the class caused you to jump, lifting your head from the desk and quickly tidying your hair back into the right places.

your professor cleared his throat before picking up a stack of papers from his desk. you sighed and shut your eyes tight as you could feel a potential headache coming on. you knew exactly what those papers were and were dreading this day for a couple of weeks now. your professor was finally handing back your exam results and you already had a gut feeling that you didn’t perform very well.

it was the second to last exam of the entire year, meaning the next exam along with assignments you turn in for the remaining of the year, determines your final grade in the course. “i’m going to assume you all know what i’m about to do. all your tests have been graded, and i will be handing them back out to you now so that you can all see your results” your professor spoke before traveling over to the left slide of the class, moving down row by row as he handed every student their test.

your seatmate, yunjin, turned to look at you, her eyes widening seeing how you appeared to be in stress. she placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down closer to you so that you could hear her speak quietly. “do you think you did that bad?” she asks you with a small frown on her face, and you nodded back in response as you had your head down, staring at your lap and sulking.

you felt yunjin remove her hand from your shoulder before hearing the familiar throat clearing from your professors above you. you lifted your head slowly, before looking up at your professor who shared the same discontent expression as you did. he gave you a small nod before slipping your paper out from the stack, and placing it down your desk front side down. “i don’t blame you for having that look on your face, ms y/l/n. please, stay behind after class. we need to have a discussion” your professor said to you in a stern tone.

his expression quickly changed into a weak smile as he handed yunjin’s test back to her, “good job, ms huh. i see you’ve been doing very well in this class lately. keep up the good work.” yunjin returned a soft smile to her professor as he walked away down the row to continue handing out the rest of the tests. she looked back at you and grabbed your test off of your desk, turning it around to look at the score you got, “you’ve got to be kidding me, y/n.” “listen, i know it’s bad. i’m not in the mood right now to receive a lecture from you before having to receive another one from professor kim after class”, you said to her, crossing your arms over one another and pouring.

yunjin rolled her eyes at you before shoving the paper in your face, “a fucking 24 though?! you could do better than this.” you grabbed her arm, putting it down so that she was no longer wiggling your test results in your face. “what did you get then? miss fucking perfect” you asked her, looking down at her desk and seeing ‘92’ in bold red ink written on her paper. “oh my god” you mumbled under your breath before leaning your head back with both your hands on your head.

your professor clapped his hands together again to indicate that the class was now over, along with the school’s bell ringing not too shortly after. “class dismissed! y/n, you may stay” the teacher called out loudly into the class as the sounds of students rummaging through papers and their book bags clouded the room. “i’ll be waiting for your outside, okay?” yunjin says as she picked up her book bag from the floor and made her way out to exit the classroom. your eyes were stuck to the floor as you walked up to your professor's class, the sounds of your shoes tapping on the floor ringed through the now empty room.

your professor finished typing whatever he was typing on his computer before turning around to look at you. he crossed his fingers together and placed them in his lap before saying, “y/n, i’m not here to try and make you feel bad. i just want to know what is going on.” “nothing is going on,” you responded blankly as you tapped your feet on the ground, eager for this conversation to be done and over with. you professor purses his lips together before nodding, “well, do i need to advise some after-school tutoring for you? do i need to talk with your parents?” “no! no, mr, kim. that will not be necessary. i promise i will get my grades up in time before the end of the year.”

you clung to your book bag strap tightly before turning on your heels and rushing out of the class, leaving your professor there dumbfounded. you found yunjin leaning on the lockers across the hall as you walked over to her. she looked up from her phone, turned it off, and shoved it in her pocket before linking your arms together to walk down the hall. “how did it go?” she asks you. “he threatened to call my parents if i don’t get my grades up. i promised him that i will but i have no idea how i’m going to do that in time. i guess i’m just screwed.” yunjin stopped walking, causing your arms to unlink and you furrowed your eyebrows at her.

“i think you should start seeing the tutor i go to. he really helped me” yunjin proposed. even though you and yunjin only really communicated during school hours, you could tell she was always genuine with you and cared about you. you nodded at her, “sure. i can try seeing them. who is it?” “it’s a student. his name is lee heeseung. he gives tutoring sessions at his home. i promise you, he’s really good.” you raised your eyebrows slightly as she mentions his name. you had heard plenty of things about lee heeseung before, and you never expected him to be doing such a thing as tutoring people.

you knew he was smart, but you also knew he was a playboy. different girls would talk about all the stuff they did with him back to the beginning of high school, and a new girl comes out saying they’ve done “things” with him damn near every day. you went to respond but yunjin quickly shut you down, “i know what you’re thinking. lee heeseung, the man whore. but i wouldn’t recommend someone to you who i don't think could help you.” you gave her a nod in response and she shined you a bright smile, before patting you on the shoulder. “he always sits at the table right in front of the library at lunch. you can find him there.”

the time for lunch rose fairly quickly and now you were standing underneath a tree, staring at lee heeseung’s back who was sitting at the table yunjin said he would be at, reading from a textbook. you almost laughed at how much of a nerd he appeared to be. all these girls are saying that THIS guy, who’s reading a textbook during his free time at lunch, is getting bitches? you almost couldn’t believe it until you look at his face.

you took a long deep breath before you finally built up the courage to walk up to him and ask about his tutoring service. you gripped the strap of your book bag, out of habit, and began making your way over to him. you were glad that he was sitting alone so that you wouldn’t be embarrassing yourself in front of any of the friends he has. you didn’t want to approach him from the back in the potential of scaring him, so you walked over and stood on his side, being sure that he can see you from his peripheral.

he never looked up from his textbook, meaning you had to speak up to him to get his attention. you let out a quiet enough sigh for him not to hear before speaking, “e-excuse me? heeseung?” heeseung then looked up from the textbook he was reading, his eyebrows raised as he looked up at you, blinking a few times. “hm?” he mumbled to you in response, his stare remaining. you stared down at your black mary janes, rocking back and forth on your heels, before saying, “you see, a friend recommended you to me as a tutor because i’m currently failing all my classes.”

a smirk slowly crept up onto heeseung’s lips before he gave you a nod, indicating that he was listening and you could continue with what you were saying. “i thought maybe you could help me. and tutor me,” you continued, biting your bottom lip as you finished your sentence. heeseung glanced back at his textbook, closing it shut and leaning over next to him, rummaging through his book bag as if he was searching for something.

heeseung pulled out a piece of paper and a pen before scribbling down a few lines of words. he looked up at you once again, his Bambi eyes meeting yours as he handed you over the piece of paper. you took it from his hands and read it, being met with the letters and numbers that spelled out what you assume was his home address.

“you can meet me there starting next Monday at 5 pm,” he says to you, eyeing you up and down while your attention is still on the paper with his address on it. your attention averted from the paper and now to heeseung, a blush starting to form on your cheeks as you became flustered by his gaze. you nodded and bowed, muttering a small "thank you," before turning on your heels to walk back to where you normally sit for lunch.

you suddenly halted your actions, now remembering the question you almost forgot to ask him. you turned back around to heeseung whose eyes hadn’t left you for a second, and asked, "also, how much would i need to pay you for each session?" the smirk that was on his face not even a minute ago returned.

heeseung stood up from his seat before walking over to you, his tall frame now towering over your small one. he placed his hand on your arm, slowly rubbing it up and down against your skin as his eyes wandered over your delicate facial features, sending a wave of chills down your spine.

“don’t worry about that right now, babe. just make sure you come looking pretty.”

“f-fuck, heeseung. right there” she moans aloud, her fingers tangled through heeseung’s hair as he quickly pumps his digits in and out of her. his face was hidden in her neck, leaving soft kisses now and then and soft groans leaving his mouth right into her ear. “you like that, huh? you feel so tight and wet around my fingers. all because i help you with your math homework. pathetic” heeseung mumbles in her ear, causing her to arch her back as she can feel herself coming close to her high.

“h-heeseung, i’m cumming” she announces before releasing her juices all over his fingers, letting out one last loud moan as she orgasms. a minute passes by before heeseung pulls his digits out of her, shoving them in her mouth so she can taste herself. he removes his fingers from her mouth and tightly grips her jaw, “i think you should suck me off now, babe. i want to feel like that pretty mouth of yours.”

she quickly nods, sitting upright on the edge of his bed as heeseung shoves his pants down his legs, along with his underwear. she licked her lips at the sight of his blushed and aching cock, watching him pump it a few times before slapping his tip on her mouth. “open wide” heeseung tells her, before she quickly obeyed and took his length in her mouth all at once, his throbbing tip hitting the back of her throat. he leaned his head back as he let out a loud sigh, wrapping his hands around the sides of her head to gather her hair into a ponytail.

she bobbed her head up and down as she sucked him off, soft moans and groans continuing to leave his mouth. “you feel so fucking good, yuna. keep sucking it just like that, baby” he tells her, encouraging them to suck him off even faster, eager to feel his warm release slide down her throat. he gripped her hair even tighter as he forced her mouth down more on his dick, her gagging as she held his thighs. she moaned up against his length which causes him to let out a grunt, releasing her mouth from his cock to see the string of spit hang from her mouth connecting to his member.

it was around 4:54 pm, close to the time heeseung told you to meet him at his house for your tutoring session. you are anxious about arriving a little bit early but you didn’t think of the possibility that he was having another session right before you. you looked at the time on your phone as you walked up to heeseung’s front door. you lifted your fist to knock on the door, hesitating for a second before finally giving in and knocking on the door.

heeseung and yuna’s actions both came to a halt, both of their eyes widening. heeseung looked over at the clock sitting on his nightstand, the time reading 4:58 pm. “fuck” he whispered under his breath before releasing the hold on her hair, and quickly pulling his pants back up on his waist. “what’s going on?” yuna asked heeseung, wrapping his sheets around her chest to cover herself up. heeseung rolled his eyes, “i forgot that i had scheduled a session at this time. just hurry up and put your clothes back on so you can leave.”

you stared at the ground as you patiently waited before heeseung suddenly swung the door open. you looked up, seeing his messy hair that screamed after sex hair and red marks all over his neck that would soon become a deep purple. “uh hi?” you said to him as you lifted your textbooks to show him. he nodded, “right. my other guest was just leaving but you can come in” heeseung responded as he pointed behind him and then moved aside to let you into his home.

you stepped inside, him shutting the door behind you. “ok heeseung i’m going now!” you heard a female voice say to him, shortly walking out of what appeared to be a bedroom afterward. your eyes widened, looking back and forth between her and heeseung, feeling the awkward tension rise in the room. you observed that her hair was just as messy as heeseung’s, if anything it was messier than his. you could also sense the sensual tension between the two no matter how always it was in the current moment, and it started to make you feel uncomfortable.

“yup. i’ll see you next week. same time, yuna” heeseung says to her as she nods to him, making her exit. heeseung let out a sigh as he saw the door shut, before turning to you and asking, “sorry about that. would you like anything to drink before we start?” you avoided his gaze and shrugged your shoulders, “just water i guess.” heeseung nodded before opening up his cabinet to grab a glass to pour you some water.

“do you want to work in the living room or my bedroom?” he asked you while pouring the water into the glass. considering how you believe heeseung and that girl just had sex in his bedroom, being in his bedroom is the last place you wanted to be. “in here, in the living room is fine” you responded, taking it upon yourself to sit yourself down on the couch. heeseung walks over to where you’re sitting and sits down next to you, placing the glass of water on the coffee table in front of you.

heeseung clears his throat before saying, “so what subject am i going to be helping you with?” you let out a small chuckle at his question before placing all your textbooks on the coffee table, “i’m failing every single subject. so i need help with like all them.” heeseung’s eyes widened, “you take for a smart girl. i’m surprised.” you quickly shifted your body to slightly face away from heeseung so he couldn’t see the blush that was now on your cheeks. you mentally told yourself to knock it off, because he barely even said anything to you and now you were looking like a cherry red tomato.

heeseung noticed your change in position but he didn’t think too much of it, leaning down to grab one of your textbooks, his hand slightly brushing against your own. he looked at you, shooting you his infamous smile before saying, “science it is.” you shot him an awkward smile back before grabbing the glass of water off the table and taking a small sip.

during the session, heeseung was teaching and explaining the material that was most likely going to be on your next exam. heeseung pointed to a paragraph in the book, leaning down next to you, and you could almost feel his breath hitting your neck. you didn’t realize how close you and heeseung were to each other until now. fifteen more minutes passed by, and time was now up for your session. he told you his sessions typically last an hour and that his scheduled time with you would be each Monday of every week.

you remained seated on his couch before checking your phone to look at the time, seeing that it was now 6:10 pm. you looked at heeseung who was scrolling through his phone before saying, “i think i should go now. how much do i pay you?” heeseung looked up from his phone, shutting it off and placing it down on the coffee table. he crosses his arms as his gaze was still on you, looking you up and down as his teeth graze against his bottom lip. “this is a secret session, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at him before asking, “what does that mean?” “it means that you can’t tell anybody about what happens in this session” he answered, scooting himself closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he leans down his mouth now hovering over your ear, and whispered, “i need you to pay up with your body for me, babe.”

you felt his arm fall off your shoulder as his hands roamed the sides of your body, holding your waist as he left a sloppy kiss on your neck. chills were sent down your spine as his hands reached your thighs, giving them a small squeeze. he continued to place kisses on your neck, causing a small moan to leave your mouth. you felt his lips curl up into a smirk against your neck, “can you sit in my lap, babe?”

you cursed at yourself for giving into his temptations, but his touch was too euphoric for you, and couldn’t help but crave more of it. you lifted yourself from the couch, facing heeseung as he grips your hips and pulls you into his lap to straddle him. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust as his hands remained on your hips. “are you going to be a good girl and repay me for helping you?” he asks you, slowly starting to move your hips to guide you to grind against him. you nodded as you closed your eyes and bit your lip, the friction from his clothed hard-on rubbing up against your clothed heat overwhelming you with pleasure. heeseung was wearing a pair of sweatpants as you wore a skirt with just your panties underneath, so the clothes you had on were pretty thin

his hands made their way to the bottom of your shirt, tugging on it to ask for allowance to remove it from you. you quickly lifted your arms, in which he immediately lifted your shirt and took it off of you. heeseung’s eyes landed on your bra strap and slowly pulled it down your shoulder until it revealed your left breast. he leaned toward you, placing a kiss on your shoulder before taking your breast in his palm and giving it a squeeze which caused you to let out a whimper. heeseung bucked his hips upwards, his hard bulge smacking up against your soaking core as his head leaned down towards your tit, his mouth immediately clinging on to it and sucking it.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands wrapping heeseung’s neck and fingers getting tangled into his hair. “t-that feels so good, hee,” you said to him and he smiled against your breast, loving the new nickname you unintentionally just gave him. his tongue swirled around your now hard nipple, and you were now a complete moaning mess all over him as your slit was dripping more by the second. he released his mouth shortly after to say, “your pussy is fucking soaked, babe. i’ve barely even touched you.”

moans and whimpers never failed to keep leaving your mouth, which gave heeseung an ego boost that you were such a mess just from the feeling of his bulge through his pants. he continued to guide you and even let out small groans himself, as he could feel the wetness from your core, leaking onto his pants. you leaned your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as heeseung admired your fucked out face. heeseung was drawn to you from the day you came up to him and asked him to tutor you, and at this moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

with your mouth slightly ajar, eyes tightly shut, and letting out sweet moans just for him as you were getting closer and closer to letting go just from dry humping him. you could feel heeseung’s length twitch against you, meaning that he was close to reaching his climax with you. you felt one of his hands leave your waist, that hand suddenly coming into contact with your cheek as he guided your head down so you could look at him. he smirks at you before saying, “i want to see what that pretty face looks like when it cums.”

he started to guide you faster as your legs began to tremble, a rush of heat flowing to your core and a knot forming in your stomach. your hands were placed on his shoulders, digging your fingernails into his shoulder before saying, “h-heeseung, i’m going to cum.” “fuck, baby. cum for me. i’m about to cum too” he responds to you, never breaking eye contact with you. you whither from on top of him, letting out one last moan before coming undone. heeseung groaned, releasing his load into his underwear, adding to the wet spot on your panties.

your juices were dripping out of your slit and onto the spot on his underwear where he just came. you two could each other's wetness up against each other, and it managed to turn the both of you on even after coming down from your highs. you remained on heeseung’s lap as your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath after the intense orgasm you just had. heeseung was in the same position and laughed under his breath at the sight of you now hiding your face from him like he didn’t just see how blissed out it was a few minutes ago.

he brought up his hand to your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes traveling down to the sight of your lips. “is it weird that i want to kiss you right now?” he mumbled under his breath, hoping that it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear it. the current intimate state between you and heeseung made you nervous and caused a rush of heat to flow to your cheeks. you quickly hopped off of his lap before shoving all your belongings back into your book bag. “sorry, i think i should go. i’ve got to get home” you told heeseung before shooting him a small smile and making your way to his front door to exit.

“will i be seeing you again next Monday?” he asked you as your hand reached out to grab his doorknob. you paused before turning around to meet his Bambi eyes once again, taking a glance at his hands that were placed on his lap, covering his crotch. you gave him a quick nod, before turning his doorknob and making your way to leave his place.

you went to school the next day, seeing heeseung multiple times but refusing to look him in the eyes. you could feel his stare burning into your skull each time you and he were in the same vicinity, but you were too embarrassed to confront him ever since the foreplay moment you two shared back in your little tutoring session. you quickly sat down in your class as yunjin squealed next to you as she was deeply invested in whatever was on her phone. your presence made her look up from her phone and her eyes widened before asking, “did you see him?”

you stared down at your desk and nodded your head in response, dreading ever walking into the class and taking your seat. “i’m so excited to have my session with him today. he’ll have me leaving that place feeling soooo good, if you know what i mean” yunjin snorted and nudged you with her elbow, before digging into her book bag to take out her notebook. “alright, class! i know this is sudden and out of the blue, but we will be taking a quiz on chapter 2 on Thursday” your teacher announces to the class as he writes on the chalkboard the class’ schedule for today.

students began whispering and muttering to each other as he announced the sudden quiz. nobody was prepared for this and now had to stay up hours for the next day or so studying to try and get a good grade on this quiz. you cursed to yourself as you had just learned material from heeseung yesterday from chapter 1, but had yet to begin working on chapter 2 yet. class ended around forty minutes later, and you rushed out in an attempt to search for heeseung. you dreaded the idea of having to face him after yesterday, but you were in desperate need of another session before you had to take this quiz.

you walked down the hallways, looking left and right, trying to spot his face anywhere. you walked a few more steps before seeing him stuffing textbooks into his locker, with what appeared to be a familiar-looking girl next to him who was talking his ear off. you could tell heeseung looked disinterested and the closer you got to them when you realized it was the girl that rushed out of his house yesterday. you didn’t want to interrupt them, but again you were extremely desperate and needed to get a good grade on this quiz.

you walked up to heeseung and the girl, lightly tapping him on the back to get his attention. he instantly stopped speaking to turn around and look at you, his eyebrows raising as he wasn’t expecting you to be the one he would turn around to. “what’s up, y/n?” heeseung asked you, the smirk that seemed to always be on his mouth when speaking to you appeared for another time. you heard the girl, yuna, scoff from behind him as she stood there against the lockers and pouted now that heeseung was no longer paying attention to her.

you have heeseung a weak smile before saying, “sorry to bother you but is it okay if we have a session tomorrow? i know it’s sudden but i can really really use your help.” “yeah sure. i could really really use your help too” he responds to you which instantly sent a redness to your cheeks, causing you to stare down at the floor to avoid his gaze. “we can do it at 5 pm again. that works for you, right?” he asked you in which you responded with a nod. he shot you a cute little smile before saying, “great. i’ll see you then, y/n.”

heeseung almost hated seeing your face as he walked through the hallways. anytime he looked at you, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, reaching your high as you were grinding on him. he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since the moment it happened and it frustrated him, to say the least. and you coming up to him to ask him for the last-minute quick session pushed him over the edge. heeseung leaned back, plopping onto his bed as he let out a long sigh, his book bag falling onto the floor beside him. he shut his eyes, the images of your head leaning back as you let out soft moans filled his mind.

his hands were at his sides but before you knew it they were rubbing against his clothed hard cock, palming himself through his dress pants. he hissed at the pleasure that ran through his body as he did so, but he couldn’t tease himself any longer. he needed a release because his cock was practically aching the whole day at the thought of you. he quickly removed his pants, shoving them to his ankles along with his underwear, his shaft springing and slapping against his abdomen. his tip was red and flushed, in need of a good jerk and release.

his hands wrapped around his length, pumping himself at a quick pace and rubbing circles on his tip now and then. “fuck” he groaned, his cock pulsating in his hand and thinking about how tight your pussy would feel, tightening around him as he fucked you into oblivion. his strokes began to get faster and faster, bucking his hips into his hand as he was becoming desperate to just feel your walls around him. sliding his dick in and out of your soaking pussy, screaming his name, and leaving small scratches on his back as he pounded relentlessly into you.

“fuck fuck fuck, y/n. you feel so fucking right around me. this pussy better be all mine” heeseung says aloud, his strokes becoming sloppy as he could already feel himself coming close to his orgasm. “just like that, baby. taking my dick like the good girl you are.” heeseung pumped himself a few more times before hitting his release, spurting lines of cum on to his stomach as he let out one last groan. his chest was heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. he mentally facepalmed himself after he realized what he’d just done, and this was something he hasn’t thought of with any other one of his “students.”

the next day, the day of you and heeseung’s last-minute session quickly arrived, and you were seated on his couch once again, receiving the help you needed so badly. heeseung was leaning over your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck and everything felt like deja vu. “do you always do stuff like we did yesterday with the people you tutor?” you suddenly asked, throwing him off guard since he was in the middle of reading you a passage from the chapter you needed to study. “you need to focus on this, y/n” his voice raspy as he answered near your ear.

“but i’m just curious,” you said to him, scooting further back to where you were now almost sitting in his lap, your ass just an inch away from his crotch. heeseung’s hands snaked around your waist as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, taking a nibble at your skin before saying, “well, if you wanted it again you could’ve just told me, babe.” his lips were instantly back on your neck, sucking and nibbling in hopes of leaving his mark on you. “you’ve been such a good girl for me and listening to everything i say. i think you deserve my cock in your mouth.”

you turned around to look at him and he nodded towards the floor, indicating to get on your knees. you slid off his lap and made your way on the floor, in between his legs that were perfectly apart for you to fit. your hands traveled to the drawstring of his sweatpants, untying them slowly to get him eager. he looked down at you, biting his lips and lifting his hips from the couch a little bit, showing his eagerness already. you got the drawstring untied and you pulled the sweatpants down his legs and were instantly hit with his cock slapping up against his stomach.

you looked up at heeseung who was already smirking down at you and he says, “didn’t wear any underwear for easier access babe. now get to sucking with that pretty mouth of yours.” you remained eye contact with him as you took his cock into your hand, sticking your tongue out to lick from the bottom of his shaft, traveling it to his tip. he mumbled a quiet “fuck” as you swirled your tongue around his red tip. you finally took him all in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you jerked off what rest of his length you couldn’t fit.

his hands found their way to your hair, pulling it back out of your face so it wouldn’t disturb you as you sucked him off. “fuck, baby. just like that. that mouth feels so fucking good” he hissed out, beginning to buck his hips without even realizing, his tip rubbing against the back of your throat with every thrust he gave. your eyes began to water as he practically fucked your mouth, holding your hair into a ponytail to get the best view of your mouth full of his dick. he noticed a tear fall from your eyes as you deepthroated him and he took his thumb to wipe it away before saying, “aw, my baby is crying? can't handle this big dick in your mouth, huh?”

you moaned against his shaft which caused him to throw his head back against the couch and start fucking your face again. you held onto his thighs for support as you could feel his cock twitching inside of your mouth, and you rubbed your thighs together as your panties were now drenched from the pool between your legs. “i’m so fucking close, baby. keep sucking” he says to you, his eyes tightly closed shut with his mouth slightly hanging open, licking his lips at times. you continued to bob your head up and down at a quick pace, desperate to feel his seed fill your mouth already.

heeseung let out a grunt before saying, “fuck, y/n. i’m cumming.” he quickly released into your mouth, his warm cum shooting down inside of your mouth and dripping down your throat. his hold released from your hair as he leaned his head back, trying to catch his breath after you gave him the best orgasm of his life. he finally calmed down and opened his eyes, as you were still sitting there looking so innocent between his legs as if you didn’t just deepthroat his dick and swallow his kids.

he took his hand to touch the side of your face, caressing your cheek as you grabbed his wrist and leaned into his touch. he bit his lip before saying,

“i think i’m going to need to see you multiple times a week, babe.”

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lemonnsss · 3 months

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Moral of the Story Chapter 4

Gif by: @celebritiesandmovies

A/N- I’m so sorry for the late update! I’ve had some issues with my health recently that have led to some related issues in school; but, I’ve been feeling a lot better and tried to edit this up quickly.

It’s not my best work, but I had no idea what to do with this chapter, please forgive the nonsense.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Taglist: @vicmc624 , @mostlymarvelgirl , @yvonneeeee, @beetlejuicesupremacy , @moonlightreader649 , @whattheduckisupkyle , @chrisevans-realwife, @nekoannie-chan , @mrsbarnes32557038 , @imyourbratzdoll , @weallhaveadestiny

Word Count: 1.2k

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The thought that Scott would leave never so much as crossed my mind. How could it? Jean and Scott had been dating since the seventh grade.

I must have reread his email half a million times, each time hung on the words “I’m leaving the mansion too.”

I was pulled from my shock as I heard the door shut behind me. I put my phone away, internally prepared myself for the interview questions, and turned around, standing from the chair. I began to talk before I saw the figure, “Hello, again Ms. Potts. That was quite the situation-” I stopped. I had expected to see Ms. Potts. Instead, there stood Tony, who seemed equally shocked to see me there.

“Why hasn’t Pep sent you out yet?” He moved from the door to the desk, “The last person to make it this long had a mental breakdown a week later.” He passed my side, slipping onto her desk. He kicked his legs slightly before he appeared to remember I was still present.

“Regardless, where is Pepper? She usually never leaves interviewees unattended,” He leans back, bracing himself on one of his arms as he reaches to the top of the shortest stack with the other quickly lifting the top sheet and, while scanning it, says, “and most certainly never leaves them around confidential company information.”

“Technically, the interview hasn’t begun.” An uncomfortable pause fell in the room as he waited for me to elaborate, “Her regular assistant is on maternity leave. Her fill-in accidentally double-booked her- she’s in a meeting right now.”

He let his head fall back dramatically as he scoffed, “Shame, I had wanted to tell her something in private. Do you know who’s all in there with her?” A cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“No? Why, Tony?”

He slipped off the desk, similarly to when he hopped up, “Oh, nothing. Just have a bit of information to share with the class.” he was almost halfway across the room when he turned back to me. His smirk was now a shit-eating grin.

“Wait,” I ran to the man, grabbing his wrist, his expression turning amused, “if the information is so important, would it not be better to share it with her privately as you originally intended.”

I suppose I had a stern expression as I said that as Tony burst out laughing, “What am I? A schoolboy scolded by his teacher?”

“Not far off on the teacher part.” He stopped for a moment before a small smile came across his face.

“Really now? When was that?” He leaned against the table again, his interest shifting to the current topic more and more.

“It was my last job. I taught at a private academy outside Salem for almost three years.”

“Interesting. And what provoked the sudden career change?”

“I don’t believe I owe you that information, Mr. Stark, unless it pertains to a crime.”

A silence passed as he tilted his head one way and then the other. “Fair point. It doesn’t apply to California's laws, but sure, plead the fifth. I won’t judge you.”

“Oh no,” I said sarcastically, “how could I ever go on with the great Tony Stark judging me!”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He moved his hands in an almost childish manner. Playing to exaggerate his point, “You don’t seem like the type to leave such a luxurious position for any old reason. And given that you didn’t have a job lined up, you left quickly. Why is that?”

“... My long-term partner and fellow teacher at the institution cheated on me with our co-worker.”

I looked up, his face seeming to wander between holding back a chuckle and ‘Oh shit’.

After quickly stiffening his laugh, a voice rang out behind, “Well, that’s quite the loss on their end.” Ms. Potts said from her place, leaning on the doorframe. Noticing her, I stood up, “You were a great help today, and from the small glimpse I’ve seen with you and Tony, well, I think he’ll be in good hands.”

By the time she finished her sentence, she was standing in front of myself and Tony. He still placed his weight on the desk but now he stood with his back straightened. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, watching how much his demeanor changed when trying to maintain a good image around her.

“Please, Ms.Potts-“

“-Call me, Pepper. Please.”

“Alright… Pepper. Thank you, but you’re too kind. I just did what I could to help. That’s nothing to be hired over.”

I watched as she placed a hand on her hip, looked at Tony, then looked back at me.

“Hun, I mean this in the nicest way I can,” she says as she placed her hand on my shoulder lightly pushing me to sit, “do you want this fucking job?”

"Yes?"

“Great! You’re hired. Tony is scheduled to attend an event in Milan later this week so, I’d recommend you get ready for it. You’ll be at the convention for four days, not including travel days, please keep that in mind while packing. Now, if you don’t mind,” she moved her arm in front of her covered desk, “I have a few rather large stacks of paperwork to get to. Tony will show you to your office, once you’re done you’re free to leave,” she moved around the desk to type something on the computer, “I’ll have the receptionist send the order out for your ID badge, we’ll most likely have it tomorrow, otherwise it will be the day after that.” She moved up to Tony and me pushing him off her desk and casually shooing us to the door, “Congrats on the new secretary, Tony, don’t fuck it up. And to you, good luck.”

And just like that, I was standing outside of Ms. Potts' office with Mr. Stark. He led me over to his office, the room was rather cluttered but, inside and to the left there was a door. He looked over his shoulder, I guess to check to see if I was still there. He then opened the door, which, led to the secretary’s office.

“There’s another door leading in from the hall, so, please, don’t feel required to come through this room every morning. If you have any other questions, you have my number. Otherwise, I have better things to do.”

“I’m good Mr. Stark.”

“Mr. Stark was my father, call me Tony.”

“Okay then, Tony.”

“Well, I’ll be seeing you then.” He gave a slight wave and walked out into his office. The sound of his door closing let me know he was either leaving or heading back to Pepper’s.

I took another look around the room, it was well-furnished and fairly clean. There was nothing I could see that needed repair either. I wouldn't need to bring anything in.

We boarded the plane about sixteen hours ago and finally reached our destination. We were about five minutes from landing. I got up to wake up Tony, who had been asleep for the past four hours.

I walked over to his chair, slightly nudging his shoulder, “Mr. Stark, wake up. We’re about to land.”

“Fuck you”

“Apologies, sir.” I sat across from him and buckled my seatbelt.

After I had finished the pilot sent the message over the intercom. Tony begrudgingly followed the instructions. The landing was a bit bumpy, but far from the worst I’d felt.

Once we were given the all-clear to start unboarding we started walking down the airplane's staircase. I started walking towards the car that was waiting when I heard a loud bang. The unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang out. I turned around and saw Tony writhing on the ground.

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gatitties · 10 months

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Have you’ve ever watched Kuroko No Basketball? If not it’s basically a group of middle schoolers turn high schoolers who are prodigies at basketball. They were called the Generation of Miracles. And once they enter highschool they split up to see who’s on top.

I have an request what if reader was their coach from when they were in middle school. And she coaches them again when they enter college. But when they were in high school she was working for bonten. But bonten being nosy decides to see the reason she quited and come to find out reader trained the elite team in Japan. The Generation of Miracle’s

—Bonten (slight Kuroko no basket) x reader

—Summary: homesickness makes you want to go back to your old job and your new coworkers are curious

—Warnings: none

yeeeeah, I know knb, a good series even though I didn't finish it 😔🤌🏻

You were someone young when you first met the Generation of Miracles, completely fascinated by the basketball games of that team, you could not resist asking for your internship as a coach there. When they were in middle school you had just finished your studies in sports science, so you applied to go to Teiko as your final grade internship. Many people took you as another miracle added to the team, but you did nothing more than polish those six guys flaws, and your work wouldn't have been as noticeable if it wasn't thanks to their manager Momoi.

Although you decided not to finish your studies there, also noticing how the atmosphere of what at first was a united and hard-working team gradually broke down, you did not meet any of them again after they separated to go to different high schools. So during those years you started studying a management degree while looking for a job, you ended up working for, without knowing it, the most sought after gang in all of Tokyo. It's not that you didn't know about Bonten, but when you accepted the job they obviously didn't put anything related to that mafia, since at least you were working in one of their legal premises.

How you got to know all the executives and the leader himself was through your performance, rising through the ranks quickly, since not many people wanted to work there, the truth is that you didn't either, but it was already too late and you had a confidentiality contract. The thing is... it wasn't as bad as you thought, not as bad if you take away all the illegal shit they do behind the scenes, but since you weren't involved in those problems, you took it in a better way.

Probably the one closest to you is Kokonoi or Mochizuki due to the fact that they were the ones with the least legal problems, you had a love-hate relationship with the Haitani because they liked to mess with you from time to time. Kakucho was definitely the one who calmed all your nerves for being the sanest one there, just like Takeomi, you couldn't say the same about Sanzu, he always made you nervous because he walked around with a gun like it was his dog. You didn't see Mikey much, but your relationship was mere cordiality, for the moment you hadn't bothered him and you had done your job well so he had no problems.

So from one day to the next you found yourself being friends with one of the most powerful mafias in Tokyo, putting aside that sporty side of yours for a few years until one day, while cleaning your apartment, you found a photo with Teiko's basketball team. The nostalgia hit you so hard that you spent the whole day thinking about those years, your love for basketball having only crumbled a little because of the breakup of a good team.

You spent the next few days looking for information about them, they had already finished their studies and it seems they all met again at the university, you were surprised to see all those matches in which Kuroko won and you felt completely proud to see that everyone had improved their techniques, even though Aomine didn't appear much until the end.

The thing is that its gameplay reminded you of the old team, maybe it was a hasty or impulsive choice, but your contract with Bonten ended in a week, despite having a good salary and position, you wanted to feel again what was to be a coach. The decision took everyone by surprise of course, normally employees don't usually decide to end the contract and renew for another year, or they are simply the ones who have to get rid of people who don't serve them, but they had a good relationship with you.

Mikey didn't take it too seriously, but he was curious as to why you did it, since he had some regard for your hard work even though you knew they were criminals.

"Well? Have you found any information?"

Takeomi nodded, passing a folder to his leader, although of course, he wasn't the only curious one, everyone was looking for information about you.

"Oh, basketball coach, seems to do well right?"

"Aren't those guys the generation of…? erm... yeah, whatever, they're famous."

Sanzu simply didn't care about that team, he just looked at the photos where you were smiling holding the tournament cup.

"Look, this is the most recent news, it was on yesterday's news."

Rin turned on the projector, playing an informative sports video announcing your reunion with the generation of miracles for the Japanese team.

"Looks like I'm going to have more work now..."

Kokonoi leaned back massaging his scalp, you took a lot of work off of him and now he was on his own to take care of it all.

"I hope they win."

Mikey left all the photos of old championships won, intertwining his fingers, you were a good worker, he respected your decision to return to the sport but I also hoped that you would return with them, for now he would limit himself to seeing your progress in this tournament with your old team.

#tk #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten #bonten x reader #reader insert #request #kuroko no basquet #xreader #coach reader

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flyinghellfish · 2 years

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#the simpsons #edna krabappel #s08e19 #grade school confidential #same

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scruffina · 2 years

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bill oakley on the "gsc" commentary saying "the idea of skinner and krabappel being sort of star-crossed lovers, and being just right for each other had been around since, like, the early nineties" >>>>>>

the paste that is keeping every shredded bit of newspaper comprising my psyche together right now

as was foretold in the "perfect" seasons

#the simpsons #grade school confidential #commentary track #seymour skinner #edna krabappel

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dopelavender · 2 years

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Farrah Fawcett Spray

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Steve gets mad at you after you reveal his secret

Warnings: Some pretty angsty angst but followed by fluffy fluff and a little bit of smutty smut ;) (more to follow)

A/N: Let's just pretend Nancy has a pool in her backyard for the sake of the fic. Also this is my first Steve x reader! Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want some more!

FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS!! <3

Word count: 2.9k

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“Take a left here! Here!” you yell, as your boyfriend misses yet another turn. You were on your way to Nancy’s party, which had stared about two hours ago. It was quite unusual for her to throw a party, but you guys (especially Steve)decided it would be a great opportunity seeing as her parents where out of town and you all needed to unwind a bit with all the crazy shit going on in your lives.

“Honestly Steve, my grandma has better reflexes than you” Robin jokes, leaning over from the back seat to make fun of him. Her laugh stops when she sees the look Steve is giving her and she falls back in her seat with a thud, picking at her chipped nail polish.

“Would you stop yelling at me like that, Y/n?! I can’t concentrate when you yell…” Steve whines, looking as innocent as a newborn babe.

“I’m not yelling at you, I’m just yelling near you!” you try to defend yourself, waving your arms around, pointing out the space between you. He looks over with his eyebrows raised and scoffs.

You take a deep breath in, and let it out, feeling a bit guilty for raising your voice at him. Leaning your head back on the car seat, you look over at Steve who’s watching the road with a grumpy face “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that we’re already so late. I feel bad for keeping Nancy waiting”.

“Well, we’re not the only people she invited, so it’s fine. Besides, we would have already been there long ago if you hadn’t taken a century to get ready. Honestly, what do you do in that bathroom?”.

Your head snaps back up as you hear the words leaving his mouth. You couldn’t believe your ears. “Excuse me ?! You’re complaining about how long I take to get ready, Mr. Farrah Fawcett spray? ”.

He gasps dramatically “Hey! I told you that in confidentiality!” he points his finger at you accusingly, as if you had revealed his deepest darkest secret (which , according to him, you kind of did).

Robin pops her head between the two of you, looking as happy as a kid on Christmas day “Oh my god, you use Farrah Fawcett spray on your hair?” she laughs out loud, her cheeks hurting from the smile she couldn’t seem to lose after hearing such interesting information about Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

“I can’t believe you just did that” Steve mumbles, placing a hand on his heart as a sign of the betrayal he experienced “I can never trust you again….".

“Oh, pleeeaasee. Would you stop being such a drama queen?” you say, annoyed by his theatrical reactions that usually make you laugh.

“What? I am not a drama queen. No way” he defends, clearly offended by your remark.

“You so are” you stand by your point.

“Am not!” he barks back.

Robin takes her head in her hands “Okay you guys, this could go on for a while. Can’t you just like, call it even? I bet Steve has shared some unsavoury things about you ,Y/n. Right, Steve?” she nudges his shoulder with her hand.

“No way. You see, I would never do such a horrible thing” he states, looking over at you with a superior look in his eyes.

“Oh really?” you ask, leaning a bit closer to him.

“Yeah!” he says without hesitation.

“All right. Let’s recall, shall we? 7th grade, school playground, all our classmates present. Dear Steve here thought it would be a good idea to fill everybody in on the fact that I still sleep with my teddy!” you fall back in your seat and cross your hands over your chest.

“You really did that, Steve?” Robin asks, looking at him disapprovingly “Not cool, man, not cool at all” she shakes her head but a smile finds its way to her face “But you see? You both have big mouths. So how about you shake hands and we call it a day so we can go and get absolutely blasted at Nancy’s party?” Robin looks hopefully between the two of you with a smile that makes you appreciate her positivity.

She really cared for the both of you, you were her best friends. And all this bickering (you couldn’t call it a real fight, it was just a stupid argument) surely made her uncomfortable . You suddenly feel really bad for the position you put Robin in. This was all so silly. You turn around in your seat and take her hand, giving her a heartfelt smile. Looking back at Steve, you decide to put an end to this.

“I guess you’re right. Steve, I – “ just as you were about to apologise to your boyfriend for yelling at him and for sharing his super secret, extremely private hair routine, he interrupts you, raising a hand to get his point across.

“That is so not the same thing! What happened on the playground was an accident. Unlike what you just did, Y/n. That was personal!” He looks over at you, and you can actually see hurt in his brown puppy-dog eyes. Was he truly this affected by what you said?

“Steve” you reach for him, placing your hand over his on the gear stick but he avoids your touch, stopping the car. You had finally arrived at Nancy’s. He gets out of the car and you and Robin follow. He’s a few steps ahead of you so you run a bit to catch up to him. You look up at him and he's staring ahead, unusually serious, as you walk up to the front door. The vibe between you is off and you hate it. You hate when you get in these stupid arguments over virtually nothing. It’s just such a shame. All you want is for him to hold your hand, brush your hair from your face and kiss your lips that were thirsty to be touched by his. But he doesn’t do any of this. Instead, when you get inside the house he leaves you and Robin in the living room, mumbling something about going to get a drink and finding you after.

The house was crowded with people, your nerves spiking up as you scan the room looking for your friends. You spot Nancy and Jonathan in the backyard, both with a drink in their hand and laughing at a boy who was seductively dancing in front of some cheerleaders to Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing”. The cheerleaders where not impressed.

You walk over to them and Nancy greets you both very cheerily, albeit a bit annoyed at your late arrival “Y/n! Robin! What took you guys so long?” her big eyes were scolding you. Jonathan just gives you a shy wave and takes a sip from his red solo cup.

“Long story” says Robin with an awkward smile. “I’m sure he’ll come around. You know how sensitive Steve is” she gives you a sympathetic look and comforts you, hooking her arm around yours. You give her a gentle squeeze, thankful for the support she is providing.

“What? What happened? Where’s Steve?” Nancy looks at you concerned “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. We just had a stupid fight, that’s all” you reassure “Actually, I’m gonna go look for him, if you guys don’t mind. I can’t stand it when he’s mad at me, it gives me horrible anxiety” You put a hand over your belly, the agitation building a knot in the pit of your stomach.

“Of course not! Go ahead, I totally get it” Nancy says, looking over at Jonathan and interlacing their fingers. He watches her with a loving look in his eyes and brings their hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of Nancy's hand.

“We’ll be waiting for you in the pool” Robin adds with a grin as she starts taking her clothes off and demands for Nancy and Jonathan to do the same.

You laugh at Robin, glad to see her so comfortable in your friend group, seeing that she hasn't been hanging out with you for very long. But in the time she has, she managed to win everybody's hearts over with her authentic and fun nature. Now, it was hard to imagine what your life would be like without her presence in it.

Slowly making your way through the crowd, your eyes dart around the place hoping to spot that familiar face you knew so well. That sweet and handsome face. How could you be so stupid as to make that face sad? You supress a groan of frustration that threatens to leave your mouth as you think about your fight. Even though it didn’t seem like a big deal to you, it was a big deal to him. And you didn’t want to invalidate his feelings. That just isn’t something you do. You want to hold him and tell him how sorry you are for breaking his trust and hurting him.

Your anxiety starts to worsen as you search almost all of the downstairs area and Steve is nowhere to be found. All the sweaty and hot bodies swarming around you, the loud music pumping in your ears and the heavy smell of alcohol in the air didn’t help to ease your nerves one bit, it just made everything worse. “God, I fucking hate parties” you think to yourself. You usually come just because Steve likes them, and wherever Steve goes, you go. You loved the way people magnate towards him, the way he’s always the centre of attention and the way he thrives in it. But what you love most is that even in a room full of interesting and beautiful people, he’s always looking at you, always touching you in some small or big way, just to show you that his attention remains on you, that you are the most important thing to him. Your heart aches as you think of this and your breathing starts to get heavy when you still can’t see him anywhere.

When you get to kitchen you can finally breathe again. There he was, leaning on his hands against the kitchen counter, his back turned to you. You silently make your way through the empty kitchen to where he is standing. Putting your hands against his back, you slowly rub it and lean your head against him. He jumps a bit, scared by the unexpected feeling, but immediately relaxes against your touch when he realises it’s you.

“Hey” you say shyly, now drawing little patterns with the tip of your index finger against his shirt.

“Hey, big mouth” he jokes. You’re not sure if he’s still mad or not, but the joke relaxes you a little.

" 'm sorry” you mumble into his back, snaking your arms around his middle and hugging him from behind “I really didn’t think about what I was saying, I just said it. I didn’t mean to hurt you or embarrass you in front of Robin. It was stupid. I’m really sorry. I love you” you hug him tighter, standing on the tip of your toes to leave kisses along his neck. You were craving his warmth against you to help calm your anxiety.

He turns around, your palms now resting on his chest as his hands find their place comfortably around your waist.

"I love you too, baby. It's alright." He looked into your eyes, worried as he saw the anxiety written on your face.

“Hey, are you alright?” he cups your face, thumb gingerly stroking your cheek.

“I-I just could find you so I got scared and you know how I hate it when we fight, it just completely wrecks me” You ramble and grip his shirt tightly, pulling him to you, needing to feel him closer.

With his hands still cupping your face, he kisses your left cheek, then your right one, then your nose, finally just kissing every inch of your face, making you giggle “Let’s not fight anymore, then. I'm sorry too” he breathes against your mouth, his lips just brushing against yours.

As needy as ever, you pull him by his shirt, locking your lips into a deep kiss. He grabs your hips, kneading the skin through the fabric of your shorts. Your hands travel up to his head, running your fingers through his hair. Oh, that hair. You gently pull at his roots and he bites your bottom lip in response, getting a moan to escape your lips. You pull away from him and he groans. He leans his forehead against yours and looks at your red and kiss swollen lips, dragging his thumb against your bottom lip. “God, you’re so beautiful” Steve whispers, just for you to hear.

You smile up at him "Thank you, pretty boy".

As much as you're enjoying being alone with him, you remember your friends, cooling off in the swimming pool “The others are waiting for us in the pool. You feel like taking a little night swim with me?” Your hands rub his toned biceps, make their way up to his neck, and then back down to his arms again.

“Umm, yeah” he laughs, instantly pulling you after him, darting through the house and making people jump out of his way to let you pass. All the agglomeration and the noise of the party seemd to fade away. The only thing that mattered right now was Steve's hand, firmly gripping yours, leading you after him, and his pretty face, turning around now and then to smile at you.

Out in the backyard, Nancy and Jonathan were in the pool, childishly playing with one another while Robin was laying on a rainbow coloured :), inflatable water mattress with a drink in her hand, humming to the chorus of “Bette Davis Eyes” which was blasting through the speaker.

You start stripping down, removing your shoes and then your shirt, fixing your swimsuit top, only to find Steve watching you intensely. “Oh my god, you perv!” you laugh and throw one of your Converse at him.

“Woah!” he shouts and ducks out of the way just as your shoe flies by his head “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked before, y’know” he unbuttons his shirt and smirks at you. You can’t help but stare at his bear chest and toned abdomen. He’s just too damn hot, and he knows it. Unfortunately for you, he caught you checking him out “Now who’s the perv?” he teases as he takes off his pants.

Once you’re both just in your bathing suits, you grab his hand, leading him to the lit up pool. Robin waves you over to her “C’mon you guys! This is sooo nice” she says and takes a big sip from her drink, smiling to herself.

“How’s the wat-“ you manage to get out before Steve pushes you into the swimming pool. The water is cold on impact and you swim back up, emerging to the top and wiping your face with your hands. “Steve! You are so dead” All that time spent in the bathroom getting ready for the party seems to have been in vain.

You look up at Steve who is grinning down at you and see him take a few steps back before yelling “Cannonball” and jumping in the pool just right next to you. Water splashes everywhere and the waves created by his jump make Robin almost fall off her water mattress.

He comes up from under the water and runs a hand through his hair, which manages to look perfect even when soaking wet.

"Jesus, Steve. What are you, 6 years old?" Jonathan laughs.

"We're all children at heart" Steve preaches.

“Watch out, you asshole!” Robin yells at him “It took me 15 minutes to make this Sex on the Beach!” she points to her tall glass with a swirly straw and a sugar rim topped off with a lemon slice and takes an aggressive sip from it, shooting daggers at your boyfriend.

You take advantage of the opportunity, and push Steve’s head under the water when he wasn’t looking. You pull him back up and he spits out some water, pretending to be pissed “Your ass is grass, L/n”

You squeal as he takes you by your waist and effortlessly pulls you out of the water and then throws you back in. He keeps doing it until you can’t breathe anymore from all the laughing.

“Alright, alright. You win” You say through giggles, putting your hands up in defeat. “You win” you say again, this time more silently, lowering your hands and placing them on his neck.

You were both breathing heavy as he leans down, teasing your lips with his “Give up so easily, baby?” he kisses you and smiles against your lips.

“Mm-hmm” you murmur between kisses “You’re just too good, Harrington. I don’t stand a chance”.

Wrapping your legs around him, you deepen the kiss, your hands running through his hair again. His intoxicating scent making you woozy. Steve grabs your ass and gives it a squeeze under the water. He pulls you closer to him, your crotch rubbing against his. Thankfully, your moans were stifled by the heated kiss. Right now, you start to wish you weren’t in a pool, surrounded by people, but alone in his bedroom, so he could to you what he knew you wanted him so badly to do.

You hear someone clearing their throat behind you and you stop the make out session, turning around to see Robin awkwardly paddling to you with one hand, Sex on the Beach still firmly positioned in her other hand.

“Heeey, sorry to interrupt. Just a quick question” She leans down to whisper, so that only you 3 could hear “So is it just, like, one puff of the Farrah Fawcett spray…or do you, like, drench your hair in it?" She leans her head to the side, gesturing around her head with her free hand.

Steve is completely gob-smacked as he looks at Robin, who is sucking on her swirly straw, patiently awaiting her answer. He sighs, runs a hand over his face and whispers back “ I’m only going to say this once, so listen close. Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair is damp – it’s not wet, okay? – when it’s damp…you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray”.

“Wow that’s great man, thanks a lot! You can go back to your - what you were - you - okay bye” Robin paddles away in triumph, leaving you laughing at their exchange.

“What are you laughing at?” Steve says, looking down at you “This is all your fault, y’know” he says under his breath, leaning in to kiss you again and again and again...

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