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Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥
Reader: AFAB!reader
Character: Sir Crocodile
Kink: Dealer's Choice - #5 Forced Orgasms
Prompt: #17 "Did you think being outside would save you?"
Gift Giver: @clumsyraccoon
Summary: You're breaking ground on a new Rain Diners location, and you decide to tease your boss/lover with a sexy outfit. You'd be safe in public, right?
Content Notes: vaginal fingering, pet names, public humiliation by technicality, use of toys, short - short but kind of dangerous.
This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
You knew what you were doing. You knew what you were doing when you got dressed that morning. A nice tight dress, enough heel to push your ass into the air, but not so much as to make you unable to walk. You didn’t doll up to an extreme like this very often, but today was a good day for it.
The slit up the side of the long dress was deep enough to show just the barest hint of the top of the thigh highs you were wearing. A soft gold clip from your garter holding them in place, and near enough to the slit that you could be sure he saw it when you wanted him to.
There was a slight rise in Crocodile’s brows when he sees you, but aside from the usual morning pre-work conversation, he said little else. Assistant and lover, that was your position. You were usually completely professional during business hours, but today you were feeling a little frisky.
Today was an outdoor event to celebrate the groundbreaking ceremony for a new Rain Diners location. Construction workers would be there, investors, plenty of people who were just curious or truly interested in the development. For all the concerns people often had about Sir Crocodile, the casinos always brought in steady work, and more jobs.
After you were both settled in the limo on the way there, the tension in the air changed. Crocodile rolled the privacy window up, blocking Mr. One from sight before he pinned you down against the backseat. You let out a muffled surprised gasp just before he claims your lips, his hand slipping under the slit in your dress and slipping past your panties with ease.
Thick, warm, rough fingers teased your slit, brushing against your clit and pushing into your soft, quickly drenched pussy.
“My little desert flower.” He growls, golden eyes holding onto your gaze. “Quite the choice of attire for today.”
“I – it – Sir, it has to survive I don’t have a sp-spare outfit.” You stammer, blood flushed into your face and head spinning from the rushed assault. His fingers had your legs shivering as you put your hands against his chest.
Crocodile grins, and you can feel your blood run cold. The grin is welcome in the bedroom, but you’re in the back of the limo, minutes away from the event. He pulls a thick device from his coat pocket, something he must have used his sand to collect when you weren’t paying attention this morning, and starts to move it toward your mouth.
“Ah, perhaps not.” He muses, moving it away even as you were already parting your lips. “I don’t want to make it too easy for everyone else by smudging that lipstick.”
He brings the toy to his own lips, slowly licking the tip of it as he leers at you. It’s hot. It’s incredibly hot to have him staring at you while he’s teasing the tip of a thick dildo. You had no idea how much of a turn on it was, or how he could manage it while still looking so damned dominating.
He moves the toy between your legs, pushing it against your entrance after he moves your panties aside and slowly works it in. His thumb teases your clit as he works the thick toy into your pussy and you can feel yourself gasping from the building pleasure.
“Pl-please! S-sir-hhnnnnghhffff-uck.” You huff, trying to keep control of yourself as he skillfully assails your body. “Suwani, please!” You cry, using your nickname for him as he pushes the toy deep, burying it in you.
“Did you cum from that?” He questions and you shake your head, body shivering and on edge underneath him. “Mm, be sure to say thank you when you do then.” He says into your ear as he begins to pump the toy inside you, continuing to tease your clit with his thumb.
“Please, it’s… the li-limo st-stopped we… we have to…” Your words are breaking to pieces as the pleasure builds.
“Don’t fight it, my dear. The longer you take the more people are going to wonder.” He muses, leaning down and licking and kissing your neck to help you closer to the edge. “We’re not leaving until you cum for me.”
You grab his cloak in desperation as the pleasure starts to crest, nearly crying into the thick coat as quietly as you could while your body tensed and shivered by his will. The orgasm was intense, leaving you a shaky, and gasping mess.
He kisses you sweetly, pushing the toy in deep once you come down from your high and putting your thin panties back in place before he helps you tidy your appearance a little.
“Sir?” You question carefully.
He smiles, and your back shivers.
“It stays.” He answers evenly, and you opt not to argue. It was a short ceremony, and you wanted to get it started so you could be done with it.
You exit the limo and he helps you out as he always does. As the two of you walk through the small crowd you feel the toy begin to vibrate. You make a small, strangled sound and you hear his voice in your ear as he pauses to lean down and tap on your clipboard.
“You didn’t think being outside would save you, did you, my little desert flower?” He questions, catching your gaze for a split second before he continues to the stage.
The toy had a few intensity settings and about a dozen different rhythm settings. The ceremony was just long enough for Crocodile to click through most of them.
Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST
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Logan: “The PL600s are easy to identify, but what model are YOU?”
Mason: “An AP700, Sir. But, please, may we change the topic? Because I’m getting prompted to play an ad for my model’s many advantages, and I don’t know how long I can hold back.”
Logan: “Ah, I should have known! Only an AP700 could tell immediately that I wasn’t inquirering with the intent to purchase my own, but merely making smalltalk. Unlike that limited gardener.”
Daniel (thinking): Or do what John did and install an adblocker.
Logan: “Anchovies is a good choice... Argh, now you made me say it! That was the intent of the naming your androids after pizza toppins, right?”
Curtis: “...sort of?”
Logan: “Okay, I’ll bite. You should get rid of Pineapple and Sardines short term, or at least not present them so openly any longer. The PL600 is really outdated.”
Curtis: “I’m only keeping them around until I've decided which one to use for spare parts to get the other running a little better again.”
Curtis has claimed this repeatedly since adopting Daniel and Simon from the DPD’s evidenc archive. When he sais it again to his grandfather’s face now, however, he realizes that he doesn’t mean it anymore.
In times like these, the day may come when Curtis will have to decide between “Sardines” and “Pineapple”. During another army raid, maybe. But not like this, not in this calculated way, and not when the entrepreneur can with little effort save both PL600s.
“That’s sensible”, Daniel hears Logan reply. “I’m sure Greig will apprecciate the effort you put into this.”
Greig? What has McGavin’s forewoman to do with him tossing out his outdated PLs? Daniel follows the conversation quite puzzled, until it strikes him: Logan assumes that his grandson will gift the old android to the valued employee as a workplace benefit!
In August Daniel had still been good. The Phillips could have donated him or even put him up on eBay. There was no need to tick “disposal of old device” upon ordering their new AP700, yet they’d killed Daniel off, just to prevent someone less well off to profit from their purchase, same as they’d always made sure to destroy everything still useable before putting it on the trash. (Or, rather, Daniel had done that, on Caroline’s orders.)
Even if the Phillips hadn’t believed that their android was alive, wouldn’t they at least have thought of Emma? She'd certainly taken having to part with Daniel easier, had she known that the old PL600 was working in, for example, a retirement home now instead of going to the landfill?
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Send me dinahhelena prompts please!
#dinahhelena#birds of prey#huntress#black canary#again my head is empty no thoughts when it comes to plot#spare prompts pls sir spare prompts
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Twilight Wolfpack with a short S/O
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to come out with something! But I had requested this kinda prompt for a different imagine account but idk if they’re gonna do it,,, so I decided why not and give it a try myself! Like I am super short (like 5’0) and always wonder what it’d be like to be with the Wolfpack. Anyways, I hope you guys like it!
A/N 2: None of the gifs are mine so credit to the original owners! Also I didn’t edit it so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Feel free to check this link out also⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )
Sam Uley
First of all I don’t think he would tease you as much as some of the guys would
He would be extra protective since you’re smaller as it’s easier for you to get hurt
And if you are clumsy like me I don’t think that would help to ease his concern lmao
N e ways, I feel like he would have a cute nickname for you, something along the lines of shortcake or something cute like that
If you ever lecture the pack if they’ve done something wrong (or stupid) he has to hold in a laugh cause its funny to see a bunch of huge guys scared of little bitty you
Omg imagine him pulling you into a hug and your face is just buried in his warm chest and he just lets out a deep chuckle cause you’re just so tiny compared to him
Pls sir spare me for I am about to cry thinking about it
But overall he loves you no matter what size you are. Y’all are still the mom and dad of the pack and everyone respects you cause even small you still hold your ground
Jared Cameron
HE IS THE #1 TEASE
He literally has so many nicknames for you and a lot of them are different ways of saying you’re short but his favorite to call you is munchkin lmao
Likes doing that thing where if you’re next to him he’ll use your head as an armrest
Also likes to randomly come behind you and lift you up to scare you
Will sometimes jokingly place you on the counter to talk to you so he won’t have to look down or as he says “so you won’t hurt yourself look up at me shorty”
He may tease you a lot about your height but if anyone were to make fun of you or tease you about it,,, oooh boy he is on them like nothing
Only he is allowed to tease his little munchkin
Y’all just have a very fun and loving relationship and you guys are literally thick as thieves and nothing could change that
Paul Lahote
TEASE #2
He won’t tease you as much as Jared does with his s/o because he is soft for you
He probably also has a cute nickname for you probably also something to do with being small
Probably calls you princess most of the time tho
Whenever you’re trying to get something that is high up where you can’t reach he’ll come behind you and put one hand on your waist and grab whatever it is you needed
He’ll probably ask for an kiss in return for being, and I quote, “your knight in shining armor” and he’ll bend down a bit while you tippy toe to reach and give him a small peck
It really boosts his ego every time lmao
Like Jared he is the only one allowed to tease you cause knowing him he’ll probably try to kill the person making fun of you
We all know he is the type to pull you into his lap whenever he’s sitting cause he loves holding on to you since you’re so tiny
Overall he is also very protective of you and loves having you with him and he wouldn’t want anyone else
I need a Paul in my life
Embry Call
You get teased by him quite a lot too but not to the extent of the other 2 teases
I feel like he calls you lovebug as a joke but it stuck after a while lmao
He probably makes you help him prank the others by hiding you somewhere (since you fit almost anywhere) and then you jump out and scared them
Which in hindsight was a bad idea cause y’all got a lecture from Sam after it happened a couple times and it was not fun
Besides that he also likes to give you piggyback rides whenever your legs get tired or you’re having trouble keeping up with them (or just for fun)
He is very attentive tho and he will help you out without you having to ask cause he loves you and is constantly watching you
But not in like a creepy way sorta like a ‘I want to make sure you don’t hurt yourself’ kinda way
Y’all’s relationship is also very fun and you guys are very relaxed with each other cause you trust each other with your lives
You guys are like 2 peas in a pod and you wouldn’t have it any other way
Jacob Black
Honestly at this point I should just say all of them have a cute nickname for you
I feel like he calls you either beautiful most of the time or smalls when he’s feeling playful or just to tease you
You already KNOW every time he hugs you he lifts you up and spins you around then when he puts you down he holds on for a little longer cause he doesn’t want to let you go just yet
Pls lord I am in need of a hug from Jacob
When he’s on the couch I feel like he’ll be sitting there and you just come up to him and crawl into his lap and you’ll just have a koala hold on him and he just simply holds you (and you probably pass out from how warm and comfy he is)
Omg when y’all sleep together (not like that ya nasties) he will have you lie down on top of his chest and he’ll have his arms wrapped around you
He’s another one that will pick you up and carry you if you get tired or if you can’t keep up
He’s also another one who is super protective of you and will constantly have you near him
Also he’s the type to walk you all the way to your front door when it’s time for you to go home and he won’t leave till he knows you’re in your room
Overall you guys have a very loving relationship and I just know when he loves someone he loves with his whole being and the same goes for you and it shows throughout your whole relationship
Quil Ateara
I feel like he calls you something cute and small related like cutie pie or button
When he’s more on the teasing side he’ll call you pip squeak
He loves to rest his head on top of yours whenever he hugs you
Sometimes when he’s bored he’ll go and flop on top of you but he’ll try and hold himself up a bit and won’t put to much pressure on you cause he’s scared of hurting you
He likes to move your stuff where you can’t reach it so you’ll ask for his help and he thinks you look so cute trying to reach it
But if he knows he won’t be there to help you he will try and put whatever you might need within your reach
He likes it whenever you go and sit in his lap when he’s playing video games with the guys whether you’re on your phone, taking a nap on him, or just watching him play he’ll encase you in his arms and he likes the company plus the feeling of you being there (he love how tiny you feel against him)
He also likes to hold your hand cause he likes how small it feels and he likes how it fits in his hand
He is so very sweet and your relationship is another very funny and goofy one but it’s is still very strong none the less
Seth Clearwater
A/N: I know this gif isn’t from the movie so sue me
He is the sweets boy ever omg
He would find you so adorable and would constantly gush over you
He would probably call you something like kitten cause you’re “small and cute like one”
He absolutely loves hugging you especially back hugs (he just loves to feel you in his arms)
That’s why he loves to cuddle with you and he likes to be the big spoon cause you fit nicely encase in him
He also likes it when he has his head on your chest and your fingers are running trough his hair and you legs are wrapped around his waist (cause that as far as your legs can reach from this position) he finds it kinda funny that you can’t completely wrap around him
When you’re talking to him he tries to kinda lean against something or sit down cause he thinks it’s rude for him to look down on you while you talk but also so you don’t strain your neck trying to talk to him
He’s another one that likes to give you a piggyback ride so your legs don’t get tired or he’ll just try to slow down his walking to accommodate to you
I could go on forever because he’s just so in love with you and absolutely adores your small stature
Your relationship is just so loving and he is so very caring and has such a big heart and I know you return that love just as much if not more
I needs me a Seth Clearwater plssss
Leah Clearwater
A/N: It’s so hard to find a gif of her smiling in the movie she deserves all the happiness in the world
First of all of course I included her cause how could I not,,, she deserves the absolute world!
Pls wreck me queen
N e ways I feel like her nickname for you is not as embarrassing or outlandish as the guys names it’s probably something like angel or baby
If she’s feeling playful she calls you tiny
Fun fact when y’all cuddle she likes being the small spoon! She likes the feeling of you holding her even though she is a lot bigger than you
She’s also one of the ones that like to help you if you can’t reach something it makes her feel needed and she’s just glad she can be there for you cause she knows you’ll be there for her
When hugging you she likes to lift you up and bonus points if you wrap your legs around her waist (it makes her instantly melt)
Off topic but y’all like to make snarky comments about the guys or at them and it just makes y’all laugh and if you make a sarcastic comment to Sam when he tries to lecture you guys about something she gets mega heart eyes for you and is super proud to call you her s/o
Getting back on track but she of also very protective of you like the rest of the guys but she knows you can handle yourself well but she can’t help but worry because of your small size
Besides that y’all’s relationship is really one of a kind you guys have built up a lot of trust with each other over time and y’all’s bond is as strong as ever and I just know she loves you fiercely
#twilight x reader#twilight#twilight imagine#sam uley#sam uley x reader#sam uley imagine#jared cameron#jared cameron x reader#jared cameron imagine#paul lahote#paul lahote x reader#paul lahote imagine#embry call#embry call x reader#embry call imagine#jacob black#jacob black x reader#jacob black imagine#seth clearwater#seth clearwater x reader#seth clearwater imagine#leah clearwater#leah clearwater x reader#leah clearwater imagine#twilight hc#twilight headcanon#twilight wolf pack#quil ateara#quil ateara x reader#quil ateara imagine
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If your doing prompts could you PLEASE do anything with Captain Keeli and Genereal Di?? Just somthing soft pls, that would really brighten my day!!
The general’s glasses are in Keeli’s pack.
Startled, Keeli pauses, staring down at the tiny pair of spectacles tucked carefully, securely into one of the interior pockets of his kit, wrapped in a bit of torn cloak to cushion them. General Windu's cloak, if Keeli remembers correctly; he’d sacrificed it in the name of saving a handful of troopers from assassin droids, and when Keeli had tried to return it to him, he’d waved it off as a justified sacrifice. So Keeli had just…taken a piece.
Ima-Gun is always carrying his glasses in his sleeve and then breaking them, and when Keeli had found the glasses, he’d kept them. Kept them safe, because Ima-Gun only uses them in his downtime, between missions, and Keeli hasn’t had reason to remember them before now. They're always fighting, with almost no time to spare, but—
Things are quiet right now. The cruiser is peaceful, and there's almost a week to their next campaign. There's nothing but downtime, and these should go back to Ima-Gun.
But.
Keeli sinks down on his bunk, pulling the glasses out and unwrapping them. He holds them in his palm for a second, a little unsettled by how fragile they feel in his grip, how easily they could have been broken. A whole campaign, a whole planet saved, and the whole time Keeli had these in his pack, like a touchstone. Like a good luck charm. The glasses didn’t break, so their defenses didn’t break, so the planet wasn’t taken.
Snorting a little at his own whimsy, Keeli turns the glasses over in his grip, then catches a flicker of motion at the corner of his eye and looks up.
“Ah,” Ima-Gun says, a little curious, a little amused. “I was wondering where those had gotten to.”
“Sorry, sir,” Keeli says, rising to his feet and holding them out immediately. “Guess I had them in my pack and didn’t even realize.”
Ima-Gun chuckles, approaching to pick them up from Keeli's palm. “Likely they were safer with you than they would have been with me,” he says, all self-directed humor. “I've never met a pair I didn’t break within a week.”
Keeli looks at the delicate glass and wire, raises his gaze to his general. “I’ll keep them, next time we’re in the field,” he offers before he can think better of it. “If you want, sir. Just until you need them.”
Ima-Gun blinks, then smiles, and lays a hand over Keeli's shoulder, squeezing gently. “I believe I would appreciate that greatly, Keeli,” he says softly. “Thank you.”
Swallowing, Keeli reaches up, slides his hand over Ima-Gun’s. Grips, just for a moment, and says, “It’s my pleasure, sir.”
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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)
Tony Stark x daughter!reader
warnings:
a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺
prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh
The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)
let’s start on a happy note! ahahah
so for a while, earth was calm
you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while
wedding planning!
of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts
“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”
“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”
developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)
speechless after the first test
“dad, this is...”
“the coolest thing to ever exist?”
“yes!!”
yall ready for some shit?
the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.
it all started when you got the call from your dad
“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”
“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”
“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”
“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”
taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket
knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool
“is this a museum? cool.”
bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys
“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”
charging into him for a long overdue hug
“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”
“i can...i can only imagine”
a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce
“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”
rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens
“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”
bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl
simultaneous nanosuit unveiling
“you ready for this one, pops?”
“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”
montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)
peter showing up
“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”
“because i’m good company?”
“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”
pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...
until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high
“call him. now.”
“hey! how’s it going down there?”
“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”
“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”
“i lo—l—ve y—”
“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”
“we lost connection with her, sir”
trying to call peter
“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”
“i’m gonna kill them...”
walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know
taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next
meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager
and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth
“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”
“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”
“oh...”
having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived
having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug
“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”
“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap
“a lot” -nat added
bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness
you, secretly freaking out about your dad
sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long
“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”
laughing through your tears
“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”
he gave you a little hug while you calmed down
getting to business, the ass-kicking kind
as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”
your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go
the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling
“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”
well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?
you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come
“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”
“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey
“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”
covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?
some more blasting
thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it
“hi, thor!”
you landed next to him and your helmet receded
“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”
having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time
and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard
but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark
“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”
watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat
“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”
“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”
he grabbed your hand while you were dusting
“tell my dad i love him, promise?”
fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words
he was mad before anything else
all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back
“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”
the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived
they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news
tony finally making his way back to earth
and stumbling out of that ship
“where’s y/n? where is she?!”
“tony, tony, calm down”
“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”
“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”
tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death
it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him
after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...
tony made sure there was a spare room for you
he put all the things you left behind in it
there were so many photos of you in the house
and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister
“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”
morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you
“when do i get to meet her?”
“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”
after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back
cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back
“get her back, tony”
“you think so?”
“i miss her, too.”
and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back
peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little
tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion
and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much
“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott
and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him
“dad? give us some room, would you?!”
2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was
but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked
push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!
he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought
and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap
just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you
and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound
“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”
“i think you’ll be able to see him”
“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”
“i think you can”
seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms
“miss me, old man?”
and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go
“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”
“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”
getting shot at during your reunion
“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”
yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up
the last one
“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”
“missed you too!”
rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!
“you gave my dad the message, right?”
“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”
“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”
“couldn’t let me forget it”
lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?
plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up
mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!
and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets
you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay
“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”
peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him
pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed
both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before
“so i have a sister?”
morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you
and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony
you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in
morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times
the funeral was one of the worst days of your life
the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day
then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock
“who is it?”
“it’s happy”
“come in”
“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”
she really was a stark
after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life
but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad
it took everything not to explode on camera
you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family
it was all you could get...for now
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how many wips do you have? like what are they all, and not the number of wips in a fandom? what are all the names?
okay. fuck you. fuck you so much. fuck you.
i’m putting this under a read more cut no one else deserves to see this shit. a lot of these are requests, and for those i will just write out the request itself
Shadowhunters:
domestic polycule fluff with tem, jessa, and will because im not a coward
Supernatural
- hehe hoho i request destiel hehehe
- request 61/? cai cai cai cai i need you to rewrite the destiel scene but yk. GOOD. not like i'm in the know about the spn fandom or anything, it's been years for me. but DO IT
Bright Sessions
- caleb/adam grisha AU
- mark bryant vs. united states aka sue the AM
- caleb/adam college fluff
Umbrella Acaademy
- request 31/? i want a ben and klaus drabble please spare me some brotherly bickering
- AND SO BEGINS NIGHT 4 with request 13/? oooh oooh can i get a raymond and allison playlist??? i think their vibes together would SLAP
- hi there night 2 is technically morning 3 but who's counting not me anyway request 5/? can i get a ben moodboard? gotta rep my tua bb
Percy Jackson
- request 9/? can i get a percabeth moodboard or quote edit?? like god they're the og couple goals take me back to high school cai
- For the 100 follower things :D Jercy getting caught in the rain
- request 29/? a drabble about literally anything to do with pjo. i’ll be happy with anyone and anything i’m love these children
- *somersaults in like I’m a real fancy acrobat* hello ello ello may I request some camp half blood chaos possible involving *does a flip* ✨side characters✨ <3
Penumbra Podcast
- request 52/? drabble about the penumbra podcast. this is for ren bc ren likes it and i don't actually know anything about it. juno? i think? that's the one ren likes. write it for ren
- Tpp ghost hunting / buzzfeed unsolved au
- sad juno smut
- final resting place fic go brrrr
Marvel
- request 6/? i'm going to my roots y'all can i get a spider-man playlist? if not a playlist then i'd honestly be happy with literally anything involving spider-man
- request 15/? i'm going crazy this is recorded evidence of me actually losing it ANYWAY can i get a quote edit for something from iron man? literally anything that man says is gold so cai's choice :D he deserved better in endgame i'm still bitter
- request 42/? do another spidey thing that differs from the other spidey thing
- request 73/? you have Opinions. rant about infinity way and/or endgame. go.
- request 74/? quote edit for deadpool!!
- spideytorch relationship character study
- peter parker as a tired grad student monitoring the young avengers (send help)
Six of Crows
- okay listen i wasn't going to request anything bc i worry about you but also? if you want to/have the time hit me with a playlist for our girl nina zenik
- request 43/? fuckin give me the ending anya should have had. she is alive and with her new son and having a great time
- request 45/? inej moodboard?
- request 47/? will you make literally any meme of your choosing for six of crows?
- request 48/? write a drabble for kaz, my favorite bastard
- okay so i don't actually like nina or mattias that much but i still wanna hear about your thoughts (and also see if you'll change my mind)
- kaz brekker turning 18 fic. birthday party, everyone singing, whole shebang. i need it stat
- religious trauma fic aka i started shipping kaz/alina/inej and i can’t stop
- kaz trauma soup (he has D.I.D. and you can’t prove me wrong)
- my two redacted fics for @grishaversebigbang
- wesper fake dating
- six of crows bright sessions crossover: everyone gets therapy
TMA
- uhh... s1 gang having a nice time? melanie getting to have some Pride™️? some "fun" horror thing?
- request 7/? spare steph and jason bonding? please sir? spare some for a humble child such as myself?
- okay so this was meant for night 3 but i had midterm shit SO this is honorary night 3 let's DO THIS request 8/? i want a moodboard of extremely out of context magnus archives shit like i mean confuse the FUCK out of me i don't go here i know Nothing about it
- request 11/? OKAY so i need tim stoker meeting tim drake now i need my timmy to meet your tim plus i want to see character differences no i'm not trying to create a tim stoker in my head so i can read a's fic while NOT thinking of tim drake whaaaaaat you're crazy
- request 18(i think)/? i need a quote edit of every time within the first like. 15 eps of tam where jon is like “sounds fake but go off” thank u bb
- request 40/? i challenge you to write a tma drabble based only on the episodes i've heard. i'm currently halfway through episode 23
- Jon being lovingly bullied into taking a break. I'm aware this has been written a million times but it is one of my favorite things.
- spiral!sasha AU
- extinction martin go brrrrr
- high school era timsasha. they've both been friends for years, and everyone always asks when they will be a couple. they decide to fake date, to prove everyone wrong and show what a bad couple they would be. turns out that's a bit trickier than they thought
- after sasha comes back, tim is broken. he can't let go, scared that if he looks away for even a minute he'll lose her again. sasha suggests shibari as a way for him to give up control
- sasha pov mag 19 au, sacrificing herself to save the others, knows that if she gives herself up to the not!them it will let the others live
- this is the "tim finds a polaroid of sasha" trope
- early archives days,, long nights in research,,, clothes sharing,, somft. late nights and falling asleep at their desks warm and safe in the other's presence
- two parts: timsasha as kids, each picking a constellation that is "theirs". just soft kid antics. tim at sasha's grave glancing up to see their constellations
- continuing your job’s a joke (you’re broke)
DC Comics
- TIMSTEPH HADESTOWN AU,,,
- my redacted fic for @batfam-big-bang
- request for you to get a decent amount of sleep? serious answer, dickkori, SAL's Venus
- request 4/? timsteph morning after 👀 mayhaps?
- a concept: nonbinary stephanie brown
- teehee hi mom, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but can i request damian angst for your accomplishments 100 followers?
- hi you can ignore my first request if you want, or you can ignore this one. but bls possibly write some bikini ra’s? -the bikini bitch
- request 27/? jay is asking through me for a jondami playlist but tbh i also want it so win win yk?
- "I don't know how to help you but I can help you find someone who does" with bruce and jason? im just craving bruce being a good day to jason for once
- “I am putting you in time out because you need to understand the consequences of your actions.” with steph and jason as dumbass disaster bi best friends pretty please?
- request 32/? timsteph patrol date!!!
- request 33/? timsteph *gala* date? mayhaps??
- request 37/? tim drake drabble but make it Edgy cai
- request 39/? drabble of a prank war between tim and damian
- joyfire cuddly fluff please? or like just any outlaw fluff if joyfire isnt your thing (feel free to add every member of the outlaws, dont feel like u gotta stick with jason, kori, roy i love them all)
- barbara and robin! jason fluff? bonding over books or something?
- request 62/? i need a drabble about the chaotic trio jason, tim, and steph i'm love them ty
- request 63/? batfam x mcu crossover. batfam meets ironfam. give me ALL the cliches. ALL OF THEM
- request 64/? young justice x young avengers - jay cuz idk SHIT about the young avengers
- request 66/? jondami moodboard pls and ty
- request 67/? timsteph moodboard!!!!!!
- request 69/? HEHEHE kinky 😏 i would v much like a timsteph drabble of the almost first time. does that make sense? like i don't want you to go all the way NSFW cuz i know that's against the rules and i'm a rule follower. but like they *almost* go all the way. this could be fade to black or some shit i don't care just make it a lil steamy and have Fun
- i request damian angst! all of it
- hmm... maybe i request? jondami?
- mayhaps,,,,some batfam,,,,,committing crimes? ily be gay do crime <3 - lu
- How about a ficlet with Steph and Cass?
Found Family Bingo Prompts
- no powers au
- tunnel
- first day
- join the club
- hurt/comfort
- experiment
- playing favorites
- hold on
- possession
- 10 o’clock
- singing
- road
- snitch
- curfew
- timer
- fantasy au
- zombie au
- dreams
- campfire
- are you okay
- movie night
- games
- scared
Miscellaneous
- a request: Write A Drabble, Coward
- is it too late to request a moodboard for me?
- request 20/? i’m going off book because i’m in a Chaotic Mood™️ can you just absolutely vibe check me like go off cai demolish me
- request 21/? i formally request that you pick a favorite cai. i don’t care what that favorite pertains to, just pick a favorite something
- request 23/? roast me
- request 24/? can i have a buzzfeed unsolved spoopy playlist but spoiler alert it’s not spoopy bc shane doesn’t believe does this make sense it has been a Day™️
- request 25/50 i want a jake and amy fic make it Soft cai i’m love them b99 is so good
- request 28/? i know nothing about the lord of the rings so make something that will confuse the shit out of me
- request 34/? malvie and jaylos moodboards 😈
- request 35/? a moodboard for the bbb mods!! perceive all of us!!!
- request 36/? moodboard for the tua mods too???? mayhaps??
- request 41/? doctor WHO? idk but i want a drabble of him and the one character i know from doctor who which is rose
- request 46/? make an alignment meme with our group, have fun!!!
- request 49/? i want you to kin assign me a character from every fandom you can/want to. go feral
- request 50!!!!/? this is a special request. the most special request. can you make a bastards tbh playlist? i want our vibes encapsulated. i want us in music form. i want to hear those songs and be like "that's me and cai" and smile.
- requests 51/? i know jack shit about good omens. explain it to me in the most confusing way possible. make me know less by the end than i know now
- request 53/? can you write a mel aesthetic? i'm Curious
- request 54/? give me a list of book recs cai i want some good book recs pls
- request 56/? edit a picture of US together too
- request 58/? oooh can i have a disney edit? like. hm. i just really love disney and i want anything to do with disney. like a quote or an aesthetic or an aesthetic edit i just want disney.
- request 59/? i would v much like a recipe for carbonara. i've never had it but it sounds fucking delicious
- request 60/? ooh hey can i get a makeup tutorial? i know you like makeup, i'm shit at doing makeup. teach me
- request 65/? i need the most emo playlist you can make that vibes with dear evan hansen thank you
- request 68/? i want a superwholock moodboard. this can be serious, with the actual fandoms in mind, or literally what the era felt like. the insanity. the horror.
- request 70/? ooh ooh ooh do you have a good bread recipe?? i wanna get that bread
- request 71/? i want a playlist with the vibes of summoning a demon. please don't ask questions. i don't have answers. and if i do, no i don't.
- For the requests, how about writing something based on a friend?
- request 75/? MMMM i want literally anything to do with natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812
- request 76/? i want some healthy recipes. help a girl out
- a feral bbb quote or two?
- you perceive my plant but now I dare thee to perceive mine own visage
- okay this is a two for one request. 1. you did the bee movie script so now we need a shrek two script edit 2. sleep please
- Pansexual mb for my lil queer soul?
- my (probably) final request is just for you to ramble about something, i don't really care what
- HI ILY CONGRATS AS WELL CAUSE IM LATE BUT CONGRATS. could i request a pirates of the caribbean (or just pirates) or whatever you what to do, free range.
- mood board for the beluga whales who got brought to the animal sanctuary in Iceland please?
- 100 follower request: Moodboard for my stuffed cow Oaky?
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“Therapy Session”
⚬ Pairing: No romantic pairing.
⚬ Characters: Dazai, Isaac (mentions of Arthur, MC, Leonardo, and Napoleon)
⚬ Word Count: ca. 2,5k
⚬ Warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks
⚬ Genre: mostly angst, Confused Newt™️, fluffy ending
✧✎ Synopsis: Dazai refuses to open up. Isaac refuses to see people as humans instead of equations. Perhaps, the time was ripe for the residents to pull the strings behind the scene.
✧✎ A/N: @arsnovacadenza HERE IT IS!!! I haven’t written in ages, so after fending of good ‘ol writer’s block, it took a while to finish this. I hope that you will like this, sweets... I’m not usually self-conscious, but I’m just like 😣. ENJOY AND DRINK WATER!!! (I might change the mood board into a banner... I dunno man.) ALSO, pls tell me if the read more link isnt working... y’all know how bitchy tumblr is.
Dazai couldn’t remember much of his mundane life; nay, he preferred not to.
Most of this mortal coil had been spent in debauch; whoring around, neglecting his studies, committing attempt over attempt at ending his breath. He wrote it off as a tragedy, preferring to build the plots of his own stories rather that the one of his being.
Life is fleeting. For some it is akin to the joy of chasing butterflies, flower fields embedded in their sundry wings, fluttering away with no worries plaguing their minds.
For most, however, these nonchalant butterflies aren’t an omen of euphoria and felicity. They are the begetter of anguish as it sails beneath the wrong colours, maelstrom’s created by the fortune of others. Destructive. Noxious. A storm ready to destroy one’s entire motivation and spirit. Whether it be in form of capitalism or a simple shtick.
Life is unkind.
Thus, the author didn’t see the point to relieve any of his memories... but one particular scene kept his mind awake. It was fuzzy, fuming paper assaying to its destruction.
But what he could remember was a certain tale relayed to him as the moon reigned mighty, futon feather-like below his boyish body, and a tranquil voice would envelope his senses until all he could see was the palette surrounding him sponged into shadows.
He remembered the fable of a celestial guardian, a dragon so gentle it prefers flying as to not bring harm to a single organism of life. The birth of a human signified the birth of such dragon, a Kirin. It acts in protection of benignant households, as the unseen force guiding them back to morality. He was told his cousin’s birth foretold the creation of their guardian.
As a mere child, he believed these words. He believed that someone would shield him, serve as a warning sign for impending danger.
He believed someone would come to open the cage he had locked himself in. He believed someone would burn its cover, guiding him to long-lost light. He believed someone would teach him to take flight again.
He believed.
“Unlock the godforsaken door, you insolent fools!”
Sir Isaac Newton was annoyed. Horribly aggravated. Excruciatingly narked. And more so than usual. His ire had multiple fountains, one of these being these insolent fools that had chosen to bolt the room, muttering something akin to “therapy session”.
If he had to be plain, he expected such action from the frivolous author and his partner in crime (a young woman who had arrived a few months prior, the second humane addition to their otherwise monstrous community).
However, the physicist hadn’t expected Leonardo and Napoleon to agree to the couple’s notion.
Another cause fueling his irritation, like a mosquito buzzing to and fro and disregarding any clemency, was their reason for imprisoning him.
“You heard our condition, ‘ol boy,” the voice of the reformed Casanova reverberated. “Neither of you are leaving that room until you’ve talked. Thoroughly.”
That’s right. He wasn’t the only one.
His attention redirected to the owner of the lair they were currently stuck in, simpering away in his wonted manner. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that their predicament was the Japanese man’s fault.
Dazai Osamu was a pest. The neighborhood rascal ringing every door’s bell, pestering everyone’s existence with the sole motivation of garnering the final laugh. As of right now, he seemed to have succeeded in his mission.
“Are you satisfied now?” He couldn’t help the prominent sneer from forming. “If it wasn’t for your countless jests, we wouldn’t be here!”
Dazai spared him another nonchalant smile, moving to take a seat at the dark mahogany desk. “Do not fret, Ai-chan. They’ll open the door... eventually.”
A few hours had passed, and the warmth in Isaac’s chest, welted into disdain and anger, had mellowed his mind. Enough so as to admit that he might have been one of the causes of their situation, too. Frankly, it was due to the atmosphere Dazai’s room granted.
Soft and gossamer strands of alabaster light enlightened the room in a serene glow, aiding to the eminent scent of books. The smell was slightly musky, akin to aged paper, but a comfortingly nostalgic vellichor. Outside, a symphony created by Mother Nature herself resonated; tree branches rocked against each other urged by the gentle breeze as insouciant hummingbirds frolicked their sweet tunes.
It wasn’t his first time to share the author’s company in his room; on the contrary, the well of his silent animosity sprang forth from their last meeting (which had rendered him drunk on accident). Seldom at most, Isaac would traipse across a formula he just couldn’t solve, but Dazai was without compare.
He had barely asked for a sliver of information, the wish to befriend Dazai more genuine than ever. Alas, aiming to divert the topic, he had been fooled into a lull of folklore.
Hurt. It pained him to admit it, but Isaac was hurting.
With nothing else to occupy his mind, his eyes wandered to the fibster whose orbs told fables of the sun. Clad in purple, his hand was infallibly hidden beneath the fabric of his traditional (and knowing him, probably slovenly worn) garment, choosing to hide his cards just like everything else.
The empyrean galaxy of spotted crystals did not appear unlike the author; thus Isaac always found himself discovering their contrasts. He didn’t like the man, but he was a sight to behold, just like his beloved sky.
Dazai was ethereal, be it his fluid manner of dipping his feather into the abyssal ink pot, his elegant smile adorning his cheeks, or his voice carrying the voice of chiliad angels, or—
“If you continue staring at me, you’ll make me blush~”
Having been caught red-handed, the exclamation sparked an oppugnant reactions, leaving his cheeks at the mercy of scarlet apples and making him want to bury himself beneath mounds of bedsheets.
Declining the teasing and averting his head to the side , Isaac said “I suggest we pretend to have discussed our... quarrel. You know they tend to worry endlessly.”
There was a subtle shift in the nuance of Dazai’s posture, almost resembling a covered bird’s cage, waiting for its turmoil to be revealed.
“Don’t delude yourself.”
It was barely a transient whisper, lightsome yet so immensely heartsore Isaac had to halt, processing if he’d heard correctly; the uncharacteristically deafening scratching of a pen sliding across paper deepened his shock.
...this was what Arthur had meant when discussing the possibility of Dazai’s mayhem. That void in his eyes.
Quite possibly, were the physicist to reflect upon his following thoughts and actions, cruelty and manipulation reigned the battlefield in his view. Oblivious as he was, he never realized his actions to have a much purer and innocent fount, rather than for the single desire of gaining knowledge.
After all, love was more than just a unique concept to him; whether it be platonic or intimate, it had always seemed so... afar. Unreachable even. An unfamiliar ground, ruled by sweet chaos.
...it was utterly absurd! He sank his brow into the the palm of his hand. Why was he so worried for the fellow vampire? They all had issues, didn’t they? They all carried baggage from their previous life... so why did he care so much about the author’s troubles?
Isaac couldn’t possibly still want to befriend him?
...Nay, it was his insatiable thirst to solve every equation, surely. And he was a scholar with the sole purpose to solve the equation of this world, and its variables finally seemed to arrange in his favour.
Said variable being Dazai’s unforeseen display of trauma.
“You cannot possibly believe that they’d ignore your vacant spot at dinner,” Isaac started, alert in his tone. “Especially Arthur’s... whatever-she-is-to-him will succumb to her usual tendencies.”
The other vampire wasn’t smiling at him, no, his facade was an eerily empty one, unlike any of his expressions he’d laid his eyes on. Not only his smile was void, his eyes had lost their habitual mirth as well. Black holes mirrored in the pupils of his eyes.
“Besides, it’s not like you don’t enjoy our company...”
By then, the black hole kept growing, threatening to swallow him. Its intense stare prompted goosebumps to litter his skin, vulnerable. He’d never seen this sorrow portrayed by the charlatan.
To hell with it. He wanted to leave the discomfort.
“Listen, I’ll let you jest me without complain— for today. So can we please just agree to have talked?” he asked. “Or we could talk... whatever makes you happy, I suppose.” He tilted his head, closing his eyes in thought, peeking one opened as he waited for Dazai to reply.
“Go ahead without me. I’ll stay here, Ai-chan,” he declared, glee pulling at his lips as if he wouldn’t have just waddled in some unknown swamp.
“They’ll ask me questions about it, you know?”
“Very well.” Isaac’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. That was all it took for him to open up? “Dazai Osamu isn’t my real name.”
He was about to snap, irritation bubbling in his voice at the useless information he used to dodge the topic once again, but was able to stop himself. Epiphany chasing away the storm clouding his mind, he realized an important piece to solving this equation.
It was something Arthur had droned on about, one of Dazai’s works, No Longer Human. The protagonist wore a facade of hollow jocularity as he was unable to present his true self. Additionally, a piece of yourself slithers it’s way into every piece of art you create... according to Leonardo, at least.
A facade of hollow jocularity... observing the male opposing him, that phrase seemed gruesomely familiar.
“You still haven’t answered me,” he told the Author.
“Pardon?”
“I asked whether you’d be happier wit—“
“My happiness mustn’t be your concern.”
Muscles tensed as these eerie words coursed through his mind, nature’s symphony from earlier drowned out by it’s unforgiving echo. Albeit, as much as he desired to crawl someplace secluded, apart from dealing with human emotion, his mind dictated his stay.
Mustering up the courage from the depths of his heart, he spoke, “But you aren’t weak, Dazai.”
The man visibly startled, arm jerking violently into the desk, garnering a quiet foreign-sounding curse. Isaac took the opportunity to join Dazai’s side, blasé to the anxious trembling of his own lip.
“Arthur is quite familiar with your works, and I kept one particular quote in remembrance.”
The Japanese almost seemed to cower in his seat, shoulders hunched as he held his throbbing elbow.
“The weak fear happiness itself,” he recited to the best of his abilities. “As far as I’m concerned, weak doesn’t exactly describe you.”
As if he’d burned a bird cage’s linen, breaking its lock open only for the bird to panic in distrust, Dazai flew up into a stand. Eyebrows scrunching as his mouth spit bigger poems.
“How could you know? How could you possibly know of all my fears?”
Isaac’s feeling of helplessness commenced its intensity, pushing his shoulders to earth’s core. But he couldn’t stay his efforts then.
“I don’t need to. Seeing you standing before me gives me enough reason to believe so.”
“I ended my own life.”
He had to control every fiber of his being to rule his body into submission. The waltzing hairs couldn’t be precluded from showing their discomfort, however.
“Do you realize what this makes me? I’m a coward— a coward who only stands before you to— to—“
Had he finished his sentence, it would have been incoherent at best. Isaac could only watch as the author’s shoulders sacked into themselves, chest jumping in no particular pattern. His fingers snaked around the pristine fabric, just above his heart, as though he tried to confine the bird once again.
He was having a panic attack, a foe not uncommon to the physicist himself. But how could he possibly act as a cure when he was the disease?
Barely conscious of the act, his hands curled around the man’s iron grip; they struggled to enshroud the pain of his throat constricting, mutating the simple feat of breathing into a conquest of charging air puffs.
This wasn’t his domain. He’d never had to be along side a troubled person, inclined to walk the earth alone. There was no need for a circle of brethren when he had his formulas that constructed his life.
Humans were no formulas. And Dazai was no equation. His feelings were no variables. Isaac battled to come to terms with the fact that he couldn’t continue striving in solitude.
He realised that that must have been their reason for locking him inside the vicinity. The constellation of empathy coming undone before him. They’d wanted him to accept the fact that he couldn’t live like the everything could be solved in the same manner as his mathematics.
He’d show them. He’d create a formula solely for him, just as he had created multiple ones for every other problem he had encountered.
“There is a phenomenon, a mirage at the end of a horizon—“
“A-Ai-chan—,”
“Just keep quiet for one minute,” he snapped, “I know that is strenuous for someone as verbose as you, but right now, allow me to talk.”
If it was possible to solve an equation by keeping to a formula, surely it was the same for humans? But life was unique, every being disparate, an especial star.
“It distorts the objects, rendering it unrecognizable,” he elaborated. “Such phenomenon is referred to as Fata Morgana.”
He’d commit perjury were he to claim that he was calm. Forces of all kinds threatened him to collapse onto all fours, leaving him at the mercy of his lungs to commence his breathing. Yet, he kept his facade of cool determination, the fear of the man further breaking stronger than his own.
“I don’t know of all the horror you might have gone through,” he said. “But perhaps, it is distorting you to think that you are undeserving of happiness.”
“I—“
“Perhaps, you simply don’t realise that you standing here doesn’t mean you are a coward, but that you are strong.”
Before he even realised his body’s efforts, he already felt silken fabric caressing his cheek as his arms pulled him toward the other man. Choosing to ignore the charlatan’s droplets of anguish falling onto his shoulder, he shuffled his feet as he didn’t know how he should position himself.
“As such, I believe that your happiness is indeed my concern.”
He made a mental reminder to thank Leonardo for his philosophy books later, grateful for the lessons he could convey.
A rough, yet mellifluent laughter enveloped his ears, the urge to scratch where bouts of air were tickling his ear were stilled by the comforting notes.
“Who knew you were such a charmer, Ai-chan?”
His blood running a marathon across the veins of his cheeks, he drew his face nigh into the men’s chest in an effort to mask his crimson shade.
“Shut up.”
Dazai truly did believe in his guardian hitherto. Especially as the man brushed with the faintest of cherry blossom petals embosomed in his arms.
And Isaac might have been unable to teach the bird to take flight again, unqualified of the task himself, but perchance, they could aid one another to learn the art of raising yourself to face the winds, leaving them no choice but to carry you.
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Hi, Connie. I know it's been a while since you did any headcanons and idk if you still do them, but I'm curious of your opinion. I realize the wall is one giant quarantine bubble, but the people are still free to do as the please inside it. How do you think each of the chocobros would handle an Insomnia-wide quarantine like what's going on in most of the world right now? What if one of them got sick (assuming a FFXV equivalent of COVID-19?) How would Regis, as King, take care of his people?
PS: Aparently the Keep Reading line is having some troubles. May appear right under the question (how did it get THERE?) or nowhere at all lol pls forgive tumblr he trying.
HEEEEEEEEEELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s definitely been a while since I did any headcanons, but that’s because school has kept me busy like crazy, and when I have spare time, I put it into my two big fanfics going on (I don’t want people to wait too much!) but I’ll definitely keep doing these, every single one of them, until I finish, even if it takes me years and years <3
The ask prompts are one of my favorite things in the world so of course I’ll keep them going!
HOH
YOUR PROMPT IS SUPER INTERESTING!!!!! AYYYYY, let’s see what this raccoonie brain has there!!
FFXV Insomnia in a quarantine
First things first, the government
Regis, as King:
Regis is going all the way into making sure EVERYONE can stay home.
Regis is going to ask the other countries to lend Lucis money. As in. M I L L I O N S.
“Your Majesty, you ARE aware we’re nowhere half to repaying that debt in a near future?”
“THIS IS A LITERAL PLAGUE WITH NO CURE YET THAT’S KILLING DOZENS SOME OF WHICH THEIR FAMILIES CAN’T SAY GOODBYE TO AND YOU W O R RY A B O UT T HE E C O NO M Y ¿¿¿? ?!??”
Regis has brain and, most importantly, humanity. He’s definitely going to put the country in debt for the next 15 kings is that helps people right now.
Mostly because he’s aware it’s no one’s fault.
Regis is announcing what he’s going to do to keep people safe publicly:
The next three months of any loans are forgiven. Mortgage, rent, water, electricity, and all the public services will be free for the next three months. If you own any debts, be it a house or a little clock, you don’t have to pay on the next 3 months, and instead that amount will be divided into future months in small amounts so it’s recovered in the medium or long run. No one needs to spend one gil in any of the basics, don’t worry about that, it’s covered, government’s got you, SO PLEASE STAY HOME.
Regis is aware that some people can’t stay home because what little they earn is what they spend in basic food; Regis is going to spend lots of the money he burrowed in them.
Regis is going to pay as well to teachers and artists for online classes and entertainment, because he’s aware of the mental/emotional distress people can be in after certain time indoors.
Regis is going to put most the money in the medical and cleaning services.
Regis is going to keep online and phone polls for people to fill in particular cases (I still need to go out because I need to go look after my mother each friday, I still need to go out because I need to go get medicines each certain time at this district) so the Citadel’s intel know best what to do.
Regis is going to make sure to have teams sanitizing public transport and places everyday.
Regis is a no-game man, dammit.
((Regis is the reason Insomnia only needed three months before being free))
Makes sure the media broadcasts not only the death cases, but also and most importantly the healed cases. Not gonna let the media get stupid with this for money or paranoia, no sir
Noctis, as prince
DID YOU THINK HE WAS JUST GOING TO MOP, THIS IS THE PRINCE
(Remember the game tells us he was a damn good prince as in politically? what a bean <3)
Noct was taken more off guard; Regis acted immediately like a (good) madman, Noctis still needed a bit to process it
Noct is who comes up with some ideas that Regis puts into action (the phone/online polls, the online classes, for example)
Noct too manages some of the intel going on during quarentine to see how the city is progressing and how else they can help.
Noctis is in charge of the interviews along the...health minister (?) everyday, while Regis stays at work and intel.
Noctis makes sure to do a livestream each certain days to greet the people, answer questions, or just have a bit of fun, and to remind them to stay home and to keep the spirits up. We know Noct would rather rot in boredome in his sofa because Sleepy Boy, but he knows the effect he has on his people, so he does the livestreams for them; to keep them entertained, informed, and simply to keep them sane.
Noctis came up with the idea of making an app/text service for those that suffer of domestic violence; “staying home” sounds easy to him because he has a huge house and a good family, but he’s aware that not do everyone.
(Putting a keep reading here)
Noctis
Sleeps it away lmao
Honestly Noct doesn’t have much troubles with the whole “stay home” thing. He likes home. He LOVES staying home. LET HIM STAY EVEN AFTER QUARENTINE IS OVER.
Noct has videogames and his bed. You don’t need to tell him twice to stay home.
Noct sleeps most of the day.
Noct decides to not shower everyday.
The only trouble Noct goes through is that his room starts getting super messy everyday and Ignis isn’t going to appear to help him out.
Noctis spends his time doing homework and mumbling about how “teachers didn’t use to give us this much homework until quarentine, this is just their excuse goddammit fuck this shit”
I feel you Noct
Besides that, videogames, trash food, and sleeping.
It’s 9 pm, he’s in pajamas. That he hasn’t taken off in three days.
It’s 6 am and Noct is out of bed. He hasn’t slept since 2 am.
What is this guy’s sleep schedule.
Despite the careless and carefree attitude, Noct still worries. He still has to stay the most informed, as the prince, of the international and national situation, and it sometimes gets stressful.
When Noct sees numbers grow and a gloomy future, he gets stressed but won’t say it; that careless attitude is his way of coping. Like pretending it’s not true.
Noct worries about the poor, too, and the low and working class. He too came up with more ideas along with Regis to keep them safe too and not force them to work while the middle and upper classes stay indoors like it’s not the big deal.
Noct thinks a lot about Prompto. He knows he doesn’t need to go out too much, but he also knows how much of a terribly, horribly emotional distress Prom is in when staying at his house for too long.
Noct takes up on video-phoning Prom, everyday. His best boy can’t be sad, stressed, or messed up, and he’s going to keep him sane and cheer him up everyday.
Noct may or may have not ended up inviting Prompto to spend quarentine at the Citadel with him. He hadn’t finished saying it when Prom was already at the Citadel’s door asking to be sanitized before going in.
If he got sick, everyone around him would be more scared than him LMAO
“OHNOTHEPRINCEISILLHE’SGOINGTODIEIAMNOTREADYFORTHISNOOOOOOOOO”
Noct: so can I skip online school like this?
He’d be looked after with almost paranoia, there’s only two of the Lucis Caelum alive and honestly losing the heir and only one that can have kids at this point to the virus woulnd’t be very epic on history books
Noct IS worried, just pretending he’s not.
Noct is going to avoid Regis LIKE A PRO. He’s going to ask to live somewhere else, will ask to sanitize his room and keep it locked, will ask that Regis gets nowhere near ANY of his belongings. Basically, Noct is going CRAZY over avoiding Regis...so Regis doesn’t catch it :’’(
What a pure bean
Even if Regis tries visiting him, and even if the whole place is sanitized and like a little bubble away of the rest of the world, Noct will still not want him to come inside.
Honestly, this is going to make Regis really, deeply sad and maybe even hurt. He wants to stay positive, but he keeps thinking of what if Noct dies to it, and not only dies, he’d also die without having held him for a last time or seen him.
They meet through the window. They phone each other and just touch through the closed window... :’) </3
Noct knows he may be over protecting Regis, but he’s honestly not going to have it any other way. He has way more than enough watching his old man grow old too fast from the Ring to run the risk of giving him this stupid virus. If he has to make his old man sad in order to keep him healthy, SO BE IT.
Ignis
He’s fine.
He’s just so cool with this.
“Ah, of course. A plague. It was our turn, as was expected.”
...w...what are you talking about, Ignis.
He’s barely impressed.
Master of following instructions, they told Ignis to stay home and THAT he did.
The store? The neighbor? Just an inch outside his main door? NO. THAT’S NOT INDOORS.
It’s not that he’s paranoid, he’s just not bothered by the idea fo not going out and he knows that the more he stays home the faster this will pass that he just. Stays in, sometimes not even looking out the window for a day or two.
Ignis still phones Noct each two days to remind him his room is messy do something because I won’t, or do nothing, the cockroaches will help you with the crumbs and leftovers in a day more.
Ignis isn’t bored. He still has home office and paperwork to do, the poor, young, miserable thing.
In his spare time he likes doing stuff he likes, as he normally didn’t have the time to do.
Ignis is making sure to call the other chocobros to make sure they’re ok. He’s particularly attentive to Prompto.
Boy is having video calls with Gladio because Best Friends.
Ignis attempts to do as your raccoonie; will try to finish two-week worth of his paperwork in one or two days t o have the rest of the time free LMAO
(I hope, unlike me, he’s succeeding at that)
Ignis worries mostly about others and the outside Lucis. He takes up on the advantage of being bros with the prince to suggest something, that Noct can suggest to Regis to make it better for as many people as possible.
If he got sick, he’d attend hospital and not go out until he’s 100% okay AND spent 2 weeks with no fall back into it.
He’d thank the doctors and nurses like every five minutes honestly. Iggy appreciates they’re doing such high risk job, keeps admiring them. Dammit.
He would accept no visits. Is it the prince? tell him to FUCK OFF.
Mostly the throne family Ignis won’t dare visit even after he’s healed.
“IGNIS IT’S OK YOU’VE BEEN FINE FOR A MONTH”
“TALK TO ME WHEN QUARENTINE IS OVER AND/OR THERE IS A VACCINE, GET THE FUCK OFF MY FRONT YARD”
Ignis is not overly worried about the illness. He has stupidly strong defenses and can see himself getting out of this. He worries just what’s normal but keeps spirits up with all the numbers of healed cases.
Go Iggy!
Gladio
Surprisingly, he’s taking this really well.
Gladio’s sort of more scared than the rest at the news; he was so prepared for physical enemies, the idea of an abstract, non-physical one suddenly sweeps him off his feet.
But he handles it well. So long he doesn’t watch the news.
Gladio won’t listen or read the news on the virus; he’s aware of it, he’ll take care and be careful, but he won’t read or hear numbers or updates, he’ll just live this out until it’s over.
Gladio takes his mind off it with indoor exercising, lots of it.
Gladio’s job was mostly physical, so he takes on the advantage that he has nearly no chances of home office to do stuff he likes; mostly, this nerd will drown in history documentaries on KupoTube, will watch the equivalent of Disney and Dreamwork movies, will read like the world is ending, and will take up on online courses.
He likes crafts. Okay? Leave him alone and let him give his baby steps into watercolor painting.
Gladio is video calling Noctis. To force him to exercise LMAO
“OY, NOCT, THIS IS PRE-RECORDED, DO YOU THINK I’M AN IDIOT? COME BACK HERE TO YOUR COMPUTER OR IT’LL BE WORSE”
Gladio is holding back a Desperate-To-Go-Out Iris.
She’s not irresponsible, she just HATES INDOORS LET ME GO OUT IT’LL BE JUST AROUND THE BLOCK
Gladio’s not letting Jared go ANYWHERE
“SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU AND I DIE, YOU STAY HERE, I’LL GO BUY GROCERIES AND DON’T YOU DARE GET ANYWHERE NEAR ME AFTER I’M BACK UNTIL I’VE SHOWERED”
Gladdy it’s ok :’)
A bit paranoid when it comes to others, though will still be a bit paranoid about himself.
Gladio is mostly calm about it; just a few times every now and then he’s stressed and a bit too troubled for an easy sleep.
Video calls Iggy every day because Best Friends.
Iggy keeps him sane, the baby :’(
Honestly, Gladio also makes sure that Ignis is ok. Ignis is always looking after all other three, but Gladio is who’s most aware of looking after Ignis. Ignis won’t say it, but he’s probably feeling very lonely after a month indoors, as his family won’t pay much attention to him. Gladio’s making sure to keep him happy, distracted, and in good spirits, and in company.
If he got sick, he’d probably have a very bad emotional time at first.
Gladio would cry and think nearly for sure that he’s dead already.
Not like in drama, he would seriously get sad and be very, very scared :’(
Same than Noct, he wouldn’t let Clarus near him or any of his belongings, nor Jared. Not Iris either, of course, but he worries more for the older men.
Gladio would probably not do very well emotionally in hospital. He’d spend there the necessary time, but then he would probably like most to be in an apartment for himself if available or in his room without letting anyone near.
Gladio will keep thinking of the chances to live or die, of how scary the idea of a virus with no cure is, will get really gloomy and negative on it.
His family try to provide emotional support, but every time they call Gladio just drowns himself in ideas like what their family would do if he died and it just makes him sadder
The doctors and Iggy are what keep his spirits up, to be honest.
The sadness lasts the first days. AFter that, Gladio’s going to handle the ilness like a DAMN WARRIOR
“YOU INJECT THAT THING, DOC, BRING IT ON”
A new treatment and the consequences are unsure? BRING IT ON.
Whatever it is, Gladio’s HEAD IN FOR IT
Baby boy just needed some time to process it. After that he’s just taking it so lightheartedly, even the doctors get cheered up at his bright attitude towards it.
“You’ve progressed on a 1%”
“HELL YEAH ONE PERCENT!!!!!!!!!!! :D”
What a beautiful boy omg
Prompto
This one is the chocobro that REALLY gets hit by quarentine.
Prompto’s not hyperactive, he can stay indoors if they ask him to...the problem is his house.
Prompto gets easily anxious staying at home for too long. He spent his childhood locked away in there, isolated. No parents, no friends, nothing. He stayed locked away in what was the toughest moments of his life. He doesn’t hate indoors, he hates indoors at his house. It brings all of that back.
Prompto’s trying to keep all the lights on to make it less like in his childhood; gets easily guilty remembering the huge debt the King put himself into so he doesn’t have to pay for electricity and now he’s wasting it.
Prompto gets easily anxious around food nowadays. Remembers it was staying indoors doing but eat what got him so fat and lonely.
(Prommy it’s ok, fat is not bad :(( this poor angel )
Honestly Prompto’s so busy emotionally stressing over being indoors at his house that the pandemic in the world isn’t even super concerning, it’s just as if there was a storm outside; he knows it’s bad and that not everyone can stay safe from it, but he’s just worried in his own situation at home.
His parents get to stay indoors with him for home office, which is as good as it is bad.
For some reason it’s not so comforting because it makes Prompto think of how absent they used to me. For some reason, it also IS comforting because unlike his childhood, at least they’re there now.
Prompto tries to make the best out of this and tries bonding with them when they’re not busy.
It actually works <3 They don’t get overly emotional or anything but they get to spend some good time together, watch movies, talk more, etc.
It helps Prom with the food issue that Dad does the cooking this time.
Good as his parents are with him during quarentine, it’s home, like the physical place what keeps gnawing at his emotional health.
Prom is going to try EVERYTHING to keep himself distracted.
Iggy phones him constantly, which helps a lot. Noct videocalls him everyday, which really keeps him up.
Prom is taking BUNCHES of online courses and classes, bECAUSE THIS BOY LOVES DOING AND LEARNING STUFF
Week 6 of quareantine, Prompto has made his own jacket out of kitchen towels. It’s...actually impressive.
If he got sick, he too would be paranoid.
More than sad, Prompto would be openly scared and nervous.
EXTRA
The chocobros as a Four:
They’re having online video parties and meetings.
The four got a pizza each. They’re video meeting, and pretending it’s the same pizza lol
“YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE HOW DARE YOU, I TOLD YOU I WANTED IT!!! >:’‘(”
The guys are showing their quarentine achievements to each other.
“Look, I’ve let my feet nails long because I don’t need shoes anymore and I shaped them like I’m a dragon haha”
“Oi look, I learned a new trick with my yo-yo”
“Look how GREASY my hair is right now haha. what do you mean if I’m attending the national interview later like this, of course I am”
The chocobros are sending each other online courses that they think the others or one of them will like
They’re having one of those online movie in different computers together.
Also multiplayer games because they can.
Ignis wins every time.
The chocobros are playing a 4-members Squad mode in Battle Royale games. Noct and Prom are okay. Ignis is the Pro. Gladio is the bait.
Iris:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Cor:
Cor is surprisingly calm about this.
Cor is spending his time meditating.
Cor has barely any paperwork, as his work is mostly physical, so he gets a lot of time free with Regis’ politics for a proper literally-no-need-to-go-out politics. Meditation that is.
Cor is phoning Prompto each now and then, too.
Prompto would answer happily that he’s fine and with no virus. Cor finally once tells him he’s not asking if he’s ok about the virus. Prom needed no more explanation and just said he was ok, if a little sad.
Cor is working out at home.
Cor is getting bored.
Cor is reading, watching series, or meditating, or cooking just for the sake of it.
Cor just has one problem. He’s a workaholic. You give him no work, this man starts slowly having a meltdown and descent into the abyss of madness. He needs to die of stress, how else do you expect him to live?
The first weeks were fine. After the first few weeks Cor starts getting anxious about needing work to do.
Cor you stupid thing
Cor is starting to get distracted in meditation because he keeps getting anxious about working in something.
Cor starts phoning Regis.
“Do you have any paperwork for me now?”
This is every two days.
Regis COULD have given him something. Regis doesn’t. Cor needs to learn to know how to be AT PEACE FOR FUCKING ONCE.
Cor is making paperwork up to work on lol
Cor was diagnosed with the virus. They put the virus in quarentine for its safety.
#ffxv#chocobros#ffxv headcanons#final fantasy xv imagine#coonanswers#coonheadcanons#AYE BOY THIS WAS NICE TO ANSWER#hopefully i can nail some more around these times <3#I'm really trying to turbo do my homework...not working so far but im trying lol#noctis#ignis#gladio#regis#prompto#cor
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Teacher’s Pet
‘if I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?’
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teacher!seokjin x student!reader - smut, fluff, angst, humour
Word count: 15.9k+
Summary - Peach sets her sights on her new Food and Nutrition teacher, and enlists the help of her friends to seduce him...
Warnings - bad language, mention of drugs and alcohol, teacher x student, age difference, oral sex (m and f receiving), cock-warming (but in her mouth lol), public sex (maybe, idk lol), fingering, degradation, underwear sniffing (lmaooo), gagging, pussy slapping, ‘sir’, I think that’s it, lmk if I’ve missed anything pls
a/n: the first instalment of the ‘little body, big heart’ series !! unedited as usual lmao but I hope y’all like this, and lmk if you wanna be added to the masterlist x
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‘Peach!’ I hear from behind me, turning to look down the corridor, spotting Daisy and Dream walking towards me. ‘Hey, girls,’ I say as they near me, hugging the two of them. ‘Hey, babe,’ Daisy says, pushing her glasses up to sit stop her head, handbag resting in the crook of her elbow. ‘You’re in Mr Kim’s lesson this morning too, right?’ Dream asks, and I nod, the girl grinning. ‘Good! Let’s go now,’ Dream says excitedly, Daisy rolling her eyes.
‘What for? The lesson doesn’t start for another ten minutes.’ ‘Don’t you wanna get seats together?’ Dream says, and Daisy lets out a gentle laugh. ‘Dream, we’ll get seats together even if we show up late. I’ll make sure of it,’ she replies, before turning on her heel. ‘Let’s go get a drink from the cafeteria,’ she calls over her shoulder, Dream hurrying after her, and I follow behind them both, taking my time.
My shiny black school shoes (with a slight heel on them) squeak against the checked linoleum floor, pastel pink and baby blue. Everything at this school is pastel pink and baby blue; the dormitories, the classrooms, the walls, the floor, the cafeteria, our uniforms. Though, I won’t complain about the uniforms; they are kinda cute.
The pleated check skirt is supposed to be loose and long, but my friends and I have tightened ours, rolling them up so they reach mid-thigh. The white blouse is supposed to be thick and long-sleeved, but my friends and I have thin short-sleeved ones, fitted to accentuate our assets. The pink and blue check blazer is supposed to be long and shapeless, but my friends and I have all cropped ours to our waists and bought a size too small. The white socks are supposed to be knee high and thick, but my friends and I wear ankle socks with a lace frill on them.
Whilst everyone else looks like conservative nuns, we look like we’ve just stepped out of Clueless, and as much as the teachers hate it, there’s nothing they can do; it’s not like we can go and get new clothes from the uniform shop in the city when we’re miles and miles away from it. And it’s not like we have time to travel there, what with lessons on Monday through Saturday, Sunday our only day off.
This school is like a prison. I guess that’s what it is though; a prison for naughty children. It’s a reform school, for anyone in the school years K-12, hence the ridiculously creative name (note my sarcasm there, please). We’re all in the final term of our final year, some of us having been here longer than others. I’ve been here since ninth year, Honey since ninth, Sunshine since tenth, Pearl since ninth, Daisy since eighth, Angel since tenth and Dream since eleventh.
We’ve all been sent here for very different reasons. I was caught shoplifting a designer handbag, and then they discovered my eBay account, selling hundreds of (stolen) designer items that I had stashed under my bed. Honey got into a fight with a girl at her old school and put her into a coma (she’s still in one, apparently). Sunshine was caught doing drugs with her ex-boyfriend. Pearl was caught selling drugs with her ex-boyfriend. Daisy was caught in bed with a boy years older than her (he still phones her sometimes). Angel flunked her ninth year because she ditched every other lesson to see her ex-boyfriend at the school down the road (the other school apparently thought she was one of their students because she was there that often). And Dream failed Chem (her parents are scientists and they took it a little… deep).
That’s our little friendship group, the pretty and popular girls that everyone hates. But we’re honestly not that bad. We can just come across as exclusive, but it’s only because we’re so close. We’re like sisters; we know everything about each other. Well, nearly everything.
We don’t know each other’s’ real names; the school gives all the girls a new name when we arrive, to help with reformation apparently. We’re all called sickly sweet things, like Princess, Buttercup, Honeybun, Sweetie. You name it, someone’s called it. They’re supposed to reflect the way we should behave; ladylike, elegant and graceful (what’s elegant about Peach, I don’t know, but whatever). The boys don’t have to have new names though. It’s just one of the very many double standards at this school. I think being out in the countryside means it’s light-years behind the rest of society. Our friendship group has changed that a little bit, though.
Some of the girls have boyfriends (which is totally against the rules), prompting some of the other girls in our year to do the same. Some of us have piercings and tattoos and false nails (don’t ask how Daisy managed to sneak in piercing and tattoo equipment). Honey smuggled hair-dye in with her, one colour for each of us (my hair’s peach, Honey’s is honey-blonde, Sunshine’s is bright blonde, Pearl’s is a silvery-grey, Daisy’s is a baby blue, Angel’s is platinum blonde and Dream’s is baby pink). Daisy brought loads of alcohol and Pearl brought loads of drugs, so we all get drunk or high every Saturday. If anything, the school’s made us worse.
As we enter the cafeteria, Sunshine and Angel call our names, waving at us from where they’re sat on our usual table in the corner with their boyfriends, Hoseok and Taehyung, and their boyfriends’ friends, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook. We head over to say hi, Daisy strutting over with her head held high, attempting to catch Jimin’s eye.
They’ve been on and off since Daisy arrived in eighth year (the boys have all been here since seventh year after they set their school on fire at the end of sixth year), but he’s come back after the holiday with a new girlfriend, much to Daisy’s dismay. It seems he still fancies her though, his eyes glued to her as we near the table.
‘Hey, guys,’ I say, everyone greeting us in return. ‘What do you guys have this morning?’ Angel asks, leaning against Taehyung. ‘Food and Nutrition with Mr Kim. What about you?’ Dream asks. ‘We’ve all got a free lesson. How amazing is that? I’m so having a lie-in every Monday morning,’ Sunshine says. ‘That’s so not fair,’ Daisy complains, voice a little softer in front of Jimin. ‘You shouldn’t have chosen such a terrible subject then,’ Namjoon says evenly, and I roll my eyes. ‘It’s not terrible; the old teacher was. Maybe Mr Kim will be better,’ I muse, the boys laughing.
‘What?’ Dream asks, and Hoseok raises an eyebrow. ‘Have you not seen him?’ he asks, all of us shaking our heads. ‘Let’s just say, you won’t be doing that much learning in his lesson. You’ll be too busy staring at his face,’ Hoseok says, and Daisy raises an eyebrow. ‘Is he good-looking?’ she asks, the boys nodding. ‘Someone needs to tell Mr Kim to watch out. Daisy’ll be trying to seduce him,’ Yoongi says, everyone laughing. ‘I do have a thing for older men,’ Daisy jokes, referring to her ‘reform’ story, as the school calls it (everyone is required to share their reform story with their first class on their first day), and we all burst out laughing, save for Jimin who looks less than amused.
‘I’m going to get a drink. Anyone want anything?’ Daisy asks, and I nod. ‘I’ll have my usual, please,’ I say, Dream asking for her usual too. Daisy sashays towards where the lunch ladies serve food, Jimin’s eyes watching her retreating figure. As soon as they spot her walking over, they plaster big smiles on their faces. No one wants to get on Daisy’s bad side; I feel sorry for Jimin’s girlfriend.
‘Where’re the other two of your little gang? Pearl and Honey?’ Namjoon asks. ‘Pearl doesn’t arrive ‘til tomorrow, and Honey had a 9am with Mrs Lee,’ Dream explains, the boys nodding. Dream’s fit into our group really well, becoming the innocent little baby that our group never head. I’m the mum friend, Honey’s the ‘will fight you if you’re rude to her friends’ friend, Sunshine’s the sunshine of the group (her name’s fitting), Pearl’s the clever friend, Daisy’s the promiscuous and glamorous troublemaker and Angel’s the romantic drama queen. We’re all so different, and that’s what brings us together.
‘I know I’ve said this before, but I love the hair, Peach. I’ve been thinking of going that colour soon,’ Taehyung says, and I smile. ‘Thanks, Tae. I’ve got some spare dye if you want it,’ I say, and Angel whines. ‘No, baby, I love your hair the way it is. The blue suits you,’ she says, and he rolls his eyes. ‘I’ve had it blue for months. It’s time for a change. I’ll have that dye if you don’t mind, Peach. When my roots start to show,’ Taehyung says, and I nod as Angel pouts, Daisy returning with our drinks.
I have a caramel frappe, Daisy has a mango and passionfruit smoothie and Dream has an iced vanilla latte. ‘Come on, let’s head to lesson. We’ll be late otherwise,’ I say, Daisy groaning, and I shake my head. ‘No, come on, no complaining. It’s our first day back, we can’t be late. Let’s go,’ I say firmly, ever the responsible friend, and we bid goodbye to our friends before heading to Mr Kim’s lesson.
We walk down the corridor, people parting for us to get through, as Daisy and Dream gossip about the latest scandal at the school (apparently Kai cheated on his girlfriend, Crystal, with the new girl, Dumpling), and I just listen, sipping on my drink. When we reach the lesson, there’s a minute left until 10.30 and the classroom is completely full. Daisy, eyes set on the desks at the back of the room, whispers, ‘watch this,’ to Dream and I.
Now, Daisy’s not a mean girl. But she’s manipulative. Where anyone else would go and tell those people to move from their seats, Daisy takes a different approach. ‘Oh, no. You were right, Dream, we should’ve come earlier. Now we can’t even sit together, let alone at the back like we wanted to,’ she whines loudly, lips pouted and eyes wide.
Instantly, the boy sat in the back middle seat gets up and prompts his friend in front of him and his friend to the left of him to do the same. ‘Here you go, ladies,’ he says, eyes on Daisy, who giggles, placing a hand on his chest as she passes him, taking his seat. I sit in the seat in front of Daisy, Dream sitting beside her, watching as the boys make the people in the row in front of us move so they can sit in those seats.
I’m placing my books and stationery onto the table when the door opens and the teacher walks in, the class falling completely silent as the door falls shut. I look up, intrigued at this man that the boys said is good-looking, and I have to actively stop my mouth from falling open. ‘Good morning, class. I’m Mr Kim, your new Food and Nutrition teacher. Sorry I’m late, I got a little lost. I’ll make sure I’m here before you all next week.’
He’s beautiful, his skin fair and clear, hair dark and swept back, revealing a slice of his forehead and dark eyebrows, lips plump and pink and glasses covering his chocolate brown eyes. He’s tall with wide shoulders, complemented by his black suit. ‘It’s lovely to meet you all. I thought we could begin today’s lesson with introductions rather than getting started with content straight away,’ he says as he sets himself up at the teacher’s desk at the front of the room, my eyes glued to him.
‘Peach,’ I hear Daisy hiss from behind me, and I turn to look at her, her face covered in shock when she spots the blush on my cheeks. ‘I was gonna ask if you think he’s hot, but you obviously do,’ she whispers with a smirk, and I feel my blush deepen, turning to face the front once more.
‘Let’s start with the introductions. I’d like to hear all of your names, and your… reform stories? That’s what the school calls them, right?’ he asks, all of us nodding. We go around the room, from front to back, Mr Kim listening with interest to all of the stories. When he reaches me, I will my voice not to crack, and I hear Daisy whisper, ‘confidence,’ from behind me.
‘Hi, Mr Kim. I’m Peach,’ I say, sounding like a different person to my own ears. It’s almost like Daisy’s possessed me or something. ‘Hi, Peach. I like the hair,’ he replies with a small smile, and I feel a rush of satisfaction at his words. ‘Thank you, Sir. I like yours too. Anyway,’ I say, not giving anyone enough time to dwell on my compliment to him before I move on, ‘I was sent here because I was caught shoplifting a Saint Laurent bag. And then my parents found all the other designer stuff hidden under my bed that I was reselling on eBay to make enough money to go to Glastonbury.’ Mr Kim looks like he’s trying not to laugh, nodding with a smile on his face. ‘Okay, well, it’s nice to meet you, Peach,’ he replies before moving onto the next student.
When he reaches Dream (complimenting her hair too – the compliment he gave me seems a little less genuine now), she says, ‘I failed Chem and my parents were angry because they both have Chemistry degrees,’ and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘Oh, gosh. Well, the only thing you’re here for is to improve your Chemistry grade, right?’ he asks, and she nods. ‘I was great at Food and Nutrition, sir.’ ‘That’s perfect. Makes my life easier,’ he says, before moving on to Daisy.
‘Hi, Mr Kim. I’m Daisy,’ she flirts, and he smiles at her, already sussing out the kind of person she is. I try not to feel jealous, knowing Daisy’s a natural flirt, but the smile he gives her makes my heart twist with envy. Grow up, Peach. ‘Hi, Daisy,’ he replies amusedly, and she pouts. ‘Sir, you complimented Peach and Dream’s hair. Don’t you like mine?’ she asks teasingly, and he laughs. ‘I can’t be seen encouraging behaviour that is extremely against the rules. But, off the record, yes, Daisy, I do like your hair,’ he replies with a grin, and I know the girl is preening from the praise without even turning to look at her.
‘Thanks, sir. Anyway, I’m here because the teachers caught me having sex with a high school senior in the school changing rooms. When I was in seventh year,’ she says, the grin audible in her voice, and Mr Kim’s cheeks and ears blush slightly as she speaks. I know Daisy’s over the moon about having this effect on him, the smugness clear in her tone. For some reason, Daisy brags about her reform story, when it’s very clearly statutory rape. ‘Well, that’s an interesting one, Daisy,’ he replies, voice slightly strained, and Daisy grins. ‘I’m an interesting girl, sir,’ she replies, Mr Kim nodding before moving on to the last person in class.
The lesson continues, not eventful in the slightest, but I can’t help but chew on my pen as I listen to him speak, the plastic mangled by the time we’re halfway through the lesson. He’s just so captivating, the unique way in which he laughs, how he’s got such a broad and intimidating build but seems so… sweet and kind, how beautiful his face is.
As part of the curriculum for Food and Nutrition, we have to learn about drugs and alcohol, and how they can be detrimental to your health, and when Mr Kim starts talking about this part of the topic, Daisy decides it’s time to disrupt the lesson. ‘Marijuana’s terrible if you’re trying to lose weight, Sir,’ she says solemnly, the man turning to look at her amusedly. ‘And why’s that, Daisy?’ ‘Well, I don’t know about everyone, but it gives me the munchies. I eat everything in sight,’ she says lightly, everyone laughing at her open admission to smoking weed. To our brand-new teacher.
‘I’m not sure this is something you should be discussing with your teacher, Daisy,’ he says with thinly veiled amusement, failing to hold back the smile from his face. ‘It’s fine, Sir. You’re no snitch… right?’ she says softly, almost threateningly, and Mr Kim seems to pick up on that, shaking his head. ‘I was a kid once too, Daisy, not long ago,’ he replies.
‘How long ago, Sir?’ I ask, and he smiles at me. ‘Is that a polite way of asking how old I am?’ he asks, and I nod shyly, laughing. ‘I’m 22, so I would have been your age four years ago. Gosh, that makes me feel old,’ he says, and we all let out disagreements, various ways of telling him he’s not old. ‘Sir, you’re the youngest teacher here. And the hottest. Old people aren’t hot,’ Daisy says shamelessly, Mr Kim blushing slightly again.
‘Thank you, Daisy,’ he replies, slightly stiffly. ‘No problem, Sir. You should hang out with us sometime,’ Daisy says, and he shakes his head with a smile. ‘That would be ridiculously against the rules. But thank you for the offer. Maybe at your end of year prom?’ he suggests, all of us nodding. ‘Now, anyway. Let’s get back on track,’ he says, continuing with the boring content of the lesson.
As soon as he sets us the first written task, Daisy kicks the back of my chair, gentle conversation beginning around the room. ‘You’ve so got a crush on him,’ Daisy teases, and I roll my eyes. ‘Why were you flirting with him then?’ I hiss, and she laughs. ‘Babe, come on, you know I’m not interested in him. There’s only one guy on my mind,’ she replies, and I deadpan her. ‘Okay. So why?’ I ask again, and she shakes her head.
‘I was sussing him out, Peach. Trying to get a feel for him, and whether or not he’s your type,’ she replies, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘And is he?’ ‘Totally. And he’d so go for you, too. See how much he was blushing when I spoke about my reform story? It means he was thinking about me having sex. If he can think about a student having sex and blush from it, then he can have sex with a student,’ Daisy says, and my eyes widen.
‘I don’t wanna have sex with him!’ I hiss, and she raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Girl, you don’t have to lie to me. Back me up here, Dream.’ ‘Yeah, Peach, it’s totally okay if you do. People always have crushes on their teachers, especially if they’re so good-looking,’ she replies, and I roll my eyes. ‘Okay, but would you advise me to if the opportunity arose?’ I ask, and Dream hesitates.
‘I wouldn’t advise you against it, because we’re already at a naughty school. What’s the worst they can do?’ she says, Daisy nodding in agreement. ‘You should so go for it. Try to seduce him. Yes, he might be a teacher, but he’s a young one, basically a boy. He won’t be immune to a bit of feminine charm,’ Daisy says, and I shake my head at her disapprovingly.
‘Oh, come on, don’t act all high and mighty. We’re at the same reform school, for God’s sake, you’re no better than me,’ she says, and I supress a laugh. ‘We’re here for very different reasons, Daisy,’ I point out, and she waves a hand in the air. ‘Promiscuity, stealing, failing Chem, it’s basically all the same thing,’ she says, Dream and I exchanging an amused glance.
‘Whatever you say, Daisy. The point is that you may feel comfortable to seduce a teacher, but I am not,’ I say firmly, and she rolls her eyes. ‘What’s the worst that could happen? They tell your parents? Wow,’ she says scornfully, and I shake my head at her. ‘It’s not happening,’ I say, and she purses her lips. ‘Spoilsport,’ she says, just as the door opens.
I turn to face the front, watching as one of the deputy headteachers, Mr Song, walks in. ‘Mr Kim,’ he says by way of greeting, not giving Mr Kim a chance to speak before he continues, ‘I thought you might like to know that I’ve been watching this classroom on the CCTV and those three young ladies at the back of the room haven’t done a single bit of work since you turned your back. I’d advise you separate them, or move them to the front of the room where you can keep an eye on their work.’ Daisy sighs as I internally groan, Mr Kim turning to look at three of us with a disappointed look on his face.
‘Thank you, Sir,’ Mr Kim replies stiffly, and I can’t meet his gaze, feeling ridiculously guilty. Not only have we disrespected him as a teacher, we’ve made him look like he can’t control his own class. In his first lesson. Mr Song leaves, Daisy sticking her middle finger up at the door as it closes, and Mr Kim sighs.
‘Girls… move to the front row, please,’ he says, Daisy groaning. ‘But Mr Kim-’ ‘No. Don’t argue with me. Move,’ he says sternly, the three of us collecting up our things and swapping seats with the people in the front row. Daisy pushes me towards the middle seat, right in front of Mr Kim’s desk, and I try not to blush as she grins at me.
I pull my glasses out of my bag, putting them on and beginning to write, and after a couple minutes, I hear Dream sniffling to my left. ‘Dream? You okay?’ I whisper, the girl looking up at me with watery eyes. ‘Yeah, I just… I just don’t like getting in trouble,’ she whispers back, my heart melting. ‘Here,’ I say, getting a tissue out of my bag and handing it to her, and she gives me a smile. ‘Let’s go the cafeteria together after lesson. We’ll get milk and cookies. My treat,’ I say, and she gives me a wide smile. ‘Thanks, Peach.’ ‘No problem, babe. Don’t be sad,’ I reply before going back to my work.
Time flies as I write pages and pages, and when the bell rings, I’m surprised the lesson’s already finished. ‘No homework for today, students, just make sure you remember the content we went over this lesson. See you next week,’ Mr Kim says as we all start packing up. ‘Sorry about earlier, Mr Kim,’ I say as I leave, and he smiles at me. ‘No problem, Peach. Just make sure you work next week,’ he says, and I nod with a smile. ‘Bye, Mr Kim.’ ‘Bye, Peach.’
As soon as I leave the room, I sigh dreamily, Daisy and Dream laughing at me. ‘You’re so into him,’ Dream says, and I smile. ‘Maybe,’ I reply in a sing-song voice. ‘Oh, shit,’ Daisy says, stopping dead in the corridor. ‘What?’ Dream and I chorus, turning to look at her. ‘You left your book. On your table. You should go get it.’ ‘I have my book.’ ‘I took it out of your bag,’ she says with a smirk, and I sigh, my body going cold.
‘Daisy, you need to stop meddling! You go get it!’ I say, and she shakes her head. ‘We’ll be waiting in the cafeteria for you. Milk and cookies will be my treat,’ she says, linking an arm through Dream’s and dragging her down the corridor. I sigh, heading back to the classroom with shaking hands and my stomach turning. I knock on the door, hearing Mr Kim call out, ‘come in!’ I open the door slowly, popping my head through first, and he smiles at me.
‘Peach. Back again so soon? You loved learning about drugs and alcohol that much?’ he teases, and I laugh. ‘I knew enough about those anyway,’ I say as I step into the room, and he laughs. ‘Well, what gives me the pleasure of your presence?’ he asks, leaning back in his chair, and my breath hitches in my throat. ‘I, um, left my book on my desk,’ I say, his eyes landing on the textbook sat atop my desk. ‘Forgetful?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘Embarrassingly so,’ I reply, walking to pick up my book and tucking it into my handbag.
‘Whilst you’re here, Peach,’ he begins, and I turn to look at him. ‘Yes, Sir?’ ‘Was today’s lesson okay? Should I carry on like this?’ he asks, and I debate whether or not to tell the truth. ‘Well, Sir, I won’t lie, it was good, but maybe you should make them a little more interactive. Maybe with, like, quizzes, or group discussions, or something like that. Just to engage us a bit more, or some of us will switch off,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Okay. Thank you, Peach,’ he says with a smile. ‘No problem, Sir,’ I reply, and he reaches into his briefcase.
‘Here. I saw you give Dream a tissue when she was upset. I felt terrible. Take these. One for you, one for Dream, and one for Daisy,’ he says, holding out three pink lollipops. ‘Daisy?’ I ask with a raised eyebrow, and he laughs. ‘I have no doubt I’ll hear all about it if I didn’t give her one. She’s outspoken, that one,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘You don’t say so. Imagine what’s been like for me, being best friends with her for nearly three years. It’s like having a daughter,’ I say, and he laughs.
‘I take it you’re the mum friend then,’ he says, and I nod with a sigh. ‘A mum to six other girls. Honey, Sunshine, Pearl, Daisy, Angel and Dream,’ I list off, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘I don’t think I can get used to hearing names like that,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Trust me, it’ll take a while. They’re honestly terrible. Everything here is terrible,’ I complain, and he raises his hands in a ‘surrender’ motion.
‘I’m not saying anything. I need this job. My wife will kill me if I lose it,’ he says, his words like a punch to my stomach. His face drops when he registers his words, and the room is silent for a moment. ‘Well, anyway. Here you are, Peach,’ he says with a smile, handing me the lollipops. ‘Thanks, Mr Kim,’ I reply, trying to ignore the spark I feel when my hand touches his, drawing my hand away and tucking the lollipops into my bag. ‘See you later, Sir,’ I say, heading towards the door. ‘Bye, Peach,’ I hear him call after me as I leave, the door falling shut between us.
The moment I enter the cafeteria, lollipop in mouth, Dream calls my name, beckoning me over to our corner. Dream and Daisy are both there, along with Pearl, Honey, Yoongi and Jungkook. ‘Is that lollipop from Mr Kim?’ Daisy asks as soon as I’m in earshot, and I nod with a smirk. ‘Ooh, really?’ Dream asks, taking a sip of her milk. ‘Yeah. He gave me one each for you guys too,’ I say, pulling the two other lollipops out of my bag and handing them one each. ‘Aw, he’s sweet,’ Daisy says with a knowing glance, and I roll my eyes amusedly before turning to Pearl and Honey.
‘Hey, girls,’ I say, both of them greeting me in return as we hug. ‘Sunshine and Angel?’ I ask. ‘12’o’clock with Mr Choi,’ Honey replies. ‘So what did you talk about with Mr Kim?’ Daisy asks, lollipop between her fingers. ‘The lesson. And then how terrible the school is. And then he mentioned that he has a wife,’ I say, Daisy and Dream’s mouths falling open. ‘Well. That puts a spanner in the works,’ Daisy says distractedly, lost in her scheming thoughts.
‘Wait, what? What’s going on?’ Honey asks confusedly, and I sigh. ‘Daisy’s trying to get me with our new Food and Nutrition teacher,’ I say tiredly, Honey, Jungkook and Yoongi bursting into laughter as Pearl looks at us in shock. ‘Daisy, are you insane? Not only would you be absolutely ruining his career, it would get Peach into loads of trouble!’ Pearl exclaims, and Daisy rolls her eyes.
‘Pearl, babe, you worry too much. It’s totally fine. No one will find out,’ Daisy says, and Pearl raises an eyebrow. ‘You can’t guarantee that, Daisy. I know you guys never listen to my advice, but I’m telling you, this is not a good idea,’ Pearl says seriously, and Daisy waves her off. ‘Come on, Pearl, let’s be real. It’s not gonna happen anyway. It’s just a joke,’ she says, a glint in her eye, and I know she’s up to something. ‘Wait, it’s a joke? I thought you were being serious,’ Dream says, and Daisy shrugs elegantly.
‘I was, before I realised Peach would never do that. She hasn’t got the guts,’ she says challengingly, and I roll my eyes, the rest of the group looking between us interestedly. ‘Come on, Daisy, you know your manipulation doesn’t ever work on me,’ I reply, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘I’m not trying to manipulate you. I’m telling the truth. I’m also telling the truth when I say that I don’t think you could do it,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow in return. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, if Mr Kim would get with a student, it wouldn’t be you,’ Daisy says, and I feel a pang of hurt. ‘Daisy, don’t be nasty,’ Pearl says, and Daisy rolls her eyes. ‘You know I don’t mean it like that. Peach is hot, we all know that. Right?’ Daisy asks Jungkook and Yoongi, who both nod instantly. ‘See? But she’s too… nice, too angelic. Teachers are never interested in the nice kids, and Peach could never play the role of the bad girl,’ she says, a daring sparkle in her dark eyes, and I narrow my eyes at her.
‘Daisy, I’m a drama student. Top of the class. I’m also a thief at a reform school,’ I reply, and Honey nods. ‘Exactly. Peach could act, but she doesn’t have to. She has the bad girl in her already. What she did is probably the worst out of all of us. No offence,’ Honey says. ‘None taken.’ ‘The point is that Peach is more than capable of playing the bad girl, but it doesn’t mean she should,’ Pearl says, and Daisy laughs. ‘How can I believe you without sufficient evidence?’ Daisy asks, and I roll my eyes.
‘Daisy, I love you, but you’re so childish sometimes. You think your manipulation will work on me? I’m not going to start acting up in his lesson to prove some point to you. I could get him without turning into a bad girl anyway,’ I grin, Pearl sighing. She knows her advice was useless; we won’t listen to it. ‘You think so?’ Daisy challenges, and I nod. ‘How, Peach?’ Dream asks, and I let out a little laugh. ‘Teacher’s pet.’
‘Teacher’s pet?’ Jungkook asks, and I nod. ‘I sit at the front of the lesson, attentive and hard-working. I show up early to lessons and stay late afterwards, asking if he needs help with anything. I ask him to do extra sessions with me. The more time I spend alone with him, the more likely he is to succumb,’ I say simply. ‘God, you’re good, Peach,’ Yoongi says, and I smile serenely, watching as Daisy thinks. ‘I don’t agree.’ ‘I don’t care. It’s not like I’m gonna do it anyway. I’m just telling you how I would if I did.’ ‘My method’s better.’ ‘No, Daisy, mine is, and you know it.’
‘Prove it,’ she says gently with a grin. ‘You try your method, and I try mine. We’ll see who’s more successful,’ she says, our eyes locked together as I think over her challenge in my head. It wouldn’t kill me… right? ‘You’re on,’ I reply, and Pearl groans as the others let out various noises of excitement and interest. ‘May the best girl win,’ Daisy grins, holding a hand out to me, and I shake it firmly. ‘Trust me,’ I say with a smile, ‘she will.’
‘Oh! Peach. Goodness, you scared me,’ Mr Kim says from the door. ‘Sorry, Mr Kim. I just… with our old teacher, I used to get here early and help her set up. I used to write the date on the board and tidy up if she needed me to. I thought you might like it if I did the same for you,’ I say softly, and he smiles at me. ‘That’s really nice of you, Peach. I’d appreciate that a lot, thank you,’ he says, and I smile back. ‘No problem, Sir,’ I reply.
I’m perched on his desk, phone in hand, and I watch as his eyes spot it. He doesn’t tell me to put it away. Instead his eyes travel over the rest of me, and I know exactly what he’s looking at. I spent a while looking at it myself this morning. The top two buttons of my shirt are open, revealing an ample amount of my chest, and my skirt is even higher than normal, skimming the tops of my thighs. My hair is up in a ponytail and I’ve put on a little more makeup than usual, glossy lips, shiny cheekbones, dark eyes. When his eyes meet mine, I grin and he blushes slightly. God, he’s so cute.
‘Do you have any chalk, Sir? So I can write the date?’ I ask, and he nods, putting his briefcase down on the table beside where I’m sat, opening it and rummaging around for chalk. When he finds it, he hands it to me and I take it from him, making sure my nails gently scrape against his hand as I take it. ‘Thank you, Sir,’ I say before walking around to the other side of the desk.
I check my phone for the date and write it slowly, not hearing any motion from behind me, and I know he’s watching me, probably noting how my skirt barely covers my ass. I take my time writing it, and only when I’m writing the last number do I hear him moving around, smirking to myself.
‘Okay, I’m done with the date, Sir. What else can I do?’ I ask before I drop the chalk (on purpose) and then sneakily kick it behind me. ‘Oh, God. So clumsy,’ I mutter to myself before turning around and bending over to pick it up, giving him a full view of my lacy pink underwear. When I turn back around, his eyes are on the floor and his ears are bright red, the sight making me satisfied that I’ve achieved the desired effect.
‘Sir?’ I ask again, and he coughs, looking up at me again. ‘Sorry. Um, can you… put one of each of these handouts on each desk please?’ he says, giving me a pile of different worksheets. ‘Yes, Sir,’ I say, taking the pile from him and starting to hand them out. By the time I’m done, he’s sat at his desk, glasses on and eyes focused on his laptop. ‘Done with those, Sir,’ I say, putting the spares on the desk, and he looks up at me with a smile.
‘Thank you, Peach. No problem, Sir. Anything else?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘That’s it for now. You can go to the cafeteria for a while if you’d like,’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘Lesson starts in ten, I might as well just wait,’ I say, taking my seat at the front of the room and getting all of my things out and beginning to write the date into my book.
I’m practically lying across the desk, giving him a clear view down my shirt, and I know he’s enjoying it, his fingers no longer typing. Once I’ve done that, I go back on my phone, my classmates arriving one by one. Daisy and Dream walk in last, drinks in their hands. Daisy gives a smirk when she sees me, Dream’s eyes widening.
‘Peach, you look really good!’ Dream exclaims, and I smile. ‘Thanks, Dream. Nothing on you two though,’ I reply, and Daisy grins. ‘Looking like that, Peach, I want to be on you,’ Daisy says, and I let out a gentle laugh. ‘Bold of you to assume you’d top, babe,’ I reply, and she raises an eyebrow with an amused grin. ‘I love it when you talk dirty to me,’ she replies.
‘Ladies, I’m not sure this conversation is appropriate,’ Mr Kim says, voice strained and stiff, ears and cheeks red. ‘Are you being homophobic, Sir?’ Daisy asks mildly, and Mr Kim laughs. ‘Not at all. You girls can get up to whatever you want to in your free time, but I think it best you don’t discuss your activities in my lesson,’ he says amusedly, and Daisy nods, replying with, ‘fair enough.’
‘Take your seats, ladies, and we’ll begin,’ he says, and Daisy and Dream sit down on either side of me, Dream handing me a drink, my usual, as she passes by. ‘Are you allowed to have drinks in lessons?’ Mr Kim asks. ‘No, Sir,’ Daisy replies before taking a sip of her drink. ‘Noted,’ he replies amusedly before he begins the lesson.
Daisy doesn’t give him a chance to get through a single full sentence, constantly interrupting with witty one-liners, dirty jokes and double entendres. At first, Mr Kim is amused, but I can see his patience beginning to wear thin. Whereas, with me answering every question correctly, he doesn’t look at me once without smiling. Daisy’s losing this game, and we both know it, the girl scowling when he sternly tells her to stop interrupting the lesson. I shoot her a grin and she rolls her eyes, knowing full well who’s in the lead.
I also notice that he took my advice on board, starting a group discussion about the components of a realistic balanced diet, and doing a little quiz towards the end of the lesson. I get the highest score, both Daisy and Dream one mark below me, and Mr Kim gives me a lollipop as a prize. He seems to regret it a few moments later when I’m sat directly in front of him, leaning over my desk and writing with the lollipop in my mouth, trying desperately to focus his eyes elsewhere.
When we reach the end of the lesson, he sets us a 4 mark question, a very kind homework compared to all of my other subjects. When he dismisses everybody, I stay behind, waiting until the door’s fallen shut before I speak. ‘Today’s lesson was great, Sir. Better than last week,’ I say, and he smiles. ‘Thank you, Peach, that’s good to hear. I’ll continue the lessons like this then,’ he says, and I nod.
‘Sounds good. How are you finding it here, Sir?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘It’s okay. My room’s decent and all of my classes are nice enough. It’s just…’ he trails off. ‘Homesick?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘Not quite. It’s the food,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘The food’s not that bad,’ I say, and he shudders. ‘Peach, I’m a Food and Nutrition teacher. I’ve been on dozens of culinary courses. Believe me when I tell you that the food here is not that good,’ he says, and I’m surprised to hear how passionate he is about cooking.
‘Are you a really good cook then, Sir?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘You’ve gotta let us try some of your cooking sometime,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Definitely. I’ll bring some of my baking in at one point. But for now, you’ll have to make do with the food from the cafeteria.’ ‘Honestly, Sir, if you order the right things, the food’s kinda nice. They do this cake sometimes – god, it’s to die for. I’ll bring you some next time they’re doing it,’ I say, and he nods with a smile. ‘That’d be great, Peach.’
‘Well, I’m gonna head off, unless you need me to do anything?’ I ask, and he thinks for a moment before shaking his head. ‘Nope, you’re free to go,’ he smiles, and I smile back. ‘Okay, Sir. See you next week,’ I say. ‘Bye, Peach,’ he says as I head to the door, and I hear him let out a long drawn out sigh as I shut the door behind me.
Dream and Daisy are waiting for me a little further down the corridor and I grin as I walk towards them, a little pep in my walk. Dream smiles at me affectionately and I throw my arms around them both. ‘Isn’t it just a great day, guys?’ I say happily, Dream nodding with a grin, and Daisy grumbles under her breath. ‘Relax, you haven’t won yet,’ she says to me, and I laugh.
‘Yeah, and you haven’t either. And I’m pretty sure you won’t. But we can keep this going if that’s what you want,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure? I will be stepping it up next week,’ she says, and I laugh. ‘So will I, babe, don’t you worry,’ I say, and she grins at me. ‘I can’t wait to see what both of you do next week. Now, come on, it’s a nice day, let’s go sit outside for a little while,’ Dream suggests.
‘Good idea. Let’s stop at the cafeteria on the way and get Honey and Pearl. And the boys, if any of them are there,’ Daisy says. Five minutes later, us five girls are sunbathing on the grassy bank beside where the football pitch is, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook all playing football. We gossip idly, Honey playing music from her phone, and the atmosphere is so nice. The sun beats down onto us, a very gentle breeze cooling us down, and the sky is a bright blue, fluffy white clouds dotted around.
‘Daisy,’ Pearl says, interrupting the current discussion about Queen and whether or not she’s dating Daniel. ‘Yeah?’ Daisy replies without opening her eyes, lying on her back. ‘What’s that on your neck?’ Pearl asks slowly, and we all look at Daisy’s neck, spotting the purplish bruise disrupting her smooth and clear skin.
‘Oh. I forgot to tell you guys. Jimin stopped at my room last night,’ she says with a smirk, all of us gasping. ‘So he’s broken up with that little girlfriend of his?’ Honey asks, and Pearl gives her a disapproving look for referring to the girl like that. ‘Apparently so. I told you I’d get him back,’ she says smugly, and I shake my head. ‘You official with him?’ Honey asks, and Daisy scoffs. ‘We’ve never been official, and we never will be. You know that’s not how we work,’ Daisy replies, all of us rolling our eyes.
‘I wonder if he knows that you’re trying to get with Mr Kim,’ I say, and she sits up, rolling her eyes. ‘Of course he knows. All the boys know about our challenge. They placed bets and everything,’ she says, and my mouth falls open. ‘This is news to me,’ I say, and she grins. ‘Well, Jungkook and Yoongi were there when we first discussed our… competition, and it’s not like they’d keep their mouths shut about something so interesting. Of course they were gonna tell the other boys,’ Daisy says, and I sigh, annoyed that the boys know about something like this.
If it got out that Daisy and I were doing this, I can’t even imagine the trouble we’d get into. ‘Why’d you look so troubled, Peach? Got an issue with the boys knowing about it? Because we can call it off if you want,’ Daisy smirks at me, and I roll my eyes, wanting to knock the girl off her high horse. ‘No, I’m just worried about you. It won’t be good for your pride for the boys to see you lose to me,’ I say, Daisy rolling her eyes in return. ‘We’ll see.’ ‘We will.’
‘Ladies, how are we all on this fine day?’ Hoseok says as he throws himself down onto the grass beside us, the other boys following suit. ‘We’re good. Just discussing Peach and Daisy’s bet, dare, competition thing,’ Dream says, and I shoot her a look, the girl grinning mischievously in response, prompting me to stick my tongue out at her. ‘Oh, yeah, Yoongi mentioned it to me. Sounds interesting,’ Namjoon says, the boys all nodding in agreement.
‘I’m assuming this competition thing is the reason behind your new look, Peach,’ Jimin says, and I nod. ‘I just hope this look works because I don’t want to be hoeing it up every Monday for no reason,’ I say, everyone laughing. ‘Well, I certainly like this look of yours, Peach. Mr Kim must be either insane or a monk if it doesn’t work,’ Taehyung says with a flirty smirk and a sparkle in his eye.
We’re all more than used to Taehyung’s flirty nature (though Jimin can put him to shame if he’s in the mood), but I still can’t help but glance over to Angel to see her reaction. It used to really bother her when her boyfriend flirted with her friends, regardless of it being jokey, but she’s gotten used to it over time. She’s lying on her back, enjoying the sun with her eyes closed, obviously only half paying attention to the conversation.
‘Thanks, Tae. I just… don’t you feel like it’s too much? I feel like a cheap whore,’ I say, Pearl making a disapproving noise. ‘Stop feeding into misogynistic ideas about women, Peach,’ she says, but before I can reply, the boys all start talking. ‘No, Peach, you look good.’ ‘You don’t look like a whore at all.’ ‘You could definitely get away with another button open if you wanted to.’ ‘Don’t be silly, Peach, other girls do way more than you.’ ‘You look like this look is unintentional.’ ‘It’s sexy, Peach, not whorish at all.’
‘Thanks guys,’ I say, just as Pearls breaks into a coughing fit. ‘You okay?’ Honey asks, hitting her on the back. ‘I’m fine. Just allergic to all the misogyny that just came out of all of their mouths,’ she says drily, us girls laughing as the boys all shake their heads and roll their eyes.
‘Get used to it, Pearl. It’s never going to change,’ Namjoon says, and Pearl narrows her eyes at him. ‘Not if people like you exist,’ she says, and I can sense an argument brewing between the two of them. They’ve always had a tense relationship, having been competing with each other academically since Pearl started in ninth year and threatened Namjoon’s place at the top of the class in all of the subjects they have together.
‘Anyway. Should I carry on with this look then?’ I ask, and everyone nods. ‘I think you should have this look every day, Peach, not just Mondays. Let the rest of us appreciate it too,’ Jimin says with a small grin, eyes piercing and hooded, and I have to fight to not sound breathless when I reply, ‘I’ll consider it.’
Daisy looks between us amusedly; she’s never felt threatened by Jimin’s flirting because she knows that whilst she might not own his eyes (which wander all the time), her name is written across his heart. He’s hers and everybody knows it. God help the person that gets between them. ‘If you do, Peach, you’ll practically own any boy at this school. Maybe even some of the girls too,’ Yoongi jokes, all of laughing.
‘We all know that if Peach were to get with a girl, it would be me,’ Daisy says confidently, and I roll my eyes, though I’m not quite sure whether it’s a lie or not. We played truth or dare a couple years ago, and she was dared to kiss me. Let’s just say, I’ve seen her kiss Jimin the same way, just before they disappear to one of their dorms. And I didn’t exactly dislike it either.
‘Aren’t you gonna deny it, Peach?’ Taehyung asks after a few moments of my silence, licking his lips with a glint in his eye. ‘Why would I deny it? I’m not a liar,’ I say serenely, hunger practically emanating from the boys. Daisy winks at me from across the group and I grin back, the boys watching with desperate interest, the girls completely unbothered; they’re used to Daisy flirting with all of us.
‘Well, Peach, if you ever wanna join Daisy and I, you know where to find us. Or if Daisy’s busy, you know where to find me,’ Jimin says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Down, boy,’ I reply, everyone laughing as Jimin grins. ‘I don’t mind spectating,’ he says, and Daisy rolls her eyes. ‘Not for free, babe.’ ‘So I’m guessing,’ Yoongi begins with a playful grin, ‘you’re gonna say no to the rest of us watching too?’
‘Morning, Peach,’ Mr Kim says when he enters the classroom. ‘Morning, Sir. How was your weekend?’ I ask, with a smile. I’m sat on his desk, just like every Monday, and I’m dressed provocatively, just like every Monday. Short skirt, unbuttoned shirt, pretty bra visible through my shirt and pants visible when I bend over, peach hair up in a ponytail and just a little bit of makeup.
‘It was good, thank you, Peach. I went home on Friday night and I just arrived back this morning,’ he says with a smile, putting his briefcase down onto the desk beside where I sit. Just like every Monday, he opens his briefcase and pulls out a lollipop, handing it to me, and I grin back at him. And just like every Monday, I reach into my bag and hand him a piece of cake wrapped up in foil, and he takes it with a smile. His hands linger on mine for a moment, eyes locked, before he pulls his hands away, putting the cake into his briefcase without looking at me.
‘That must have been nice, Sir. How’s Mrs Kim?’ I ask, noting the way he blinks a few times, just as he does whenever I say her name. ‘She’s… she’s okay,’ he replies, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘That doesn’t sound very convincing. Less and less convincing each week, Sir,’ I say, and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘It’s difficult, Peach. Married life is difficult. You’ll understand one day,’ he says, and I pull a face.
‘Me? Getting married? You must be crazy, Sir,’ I say, kissing my teeth, and Mr Kim bursts out laughing. ‘Why not, Peach? Marriage is a beautiful thing.’ ‘Oh, yeah, sure seems beautiful, based on the way you sigh and frown whenever I bring up your wife,’ I say sarcastically, and the smile disappears from Mr Kim’s face, the man looking down at his briefcase unseeingly.
‘No, marriage isn’t for me. I’d rather travel the world with my friends and have a string of glamorous love affairs that I can one day tell my friends’ kids about,’ I say, and Mr Kim laughs. ‘Where will you get the money from for this, Peach?’ he asks, and I grin. ‘How I was planning to get my money for Glastonbury,’ I say with a wink at him. He laughs, shaking his head, ears reddening slightly.
‘Well, I hope these plans work out for you, Peach. If I ever meet a man whose heart was broken by a mysterious beautiful girl with peach hair, I’ll tell him he was lucky to have even met you in the first place,’ he says, my heart warming at his kind words, and my cheeks warming at hearing him call me beautiful. ‘Thanks, Sir,’ I say shyly, and he laughs. ‘Oh, don’t act all coy now,’ he chuckles, trying to act cool but his reddened ears betraying him, before moving around to the other side of his desk.
Just like every Monday, I take the chalk out of his briefcase and go around to the blackboard. I write up the date, my ass mere centimetres from the back of Mr Kim’s head. Still thinking about what he just said, I’m distracted, and so the chalk slips between my fingers. ‘Butterfingers,’ Mr Kim teases when he hears the chalk hit the floor, and I laugh as I bend down to grab it. My ass hits the back of his seat, and I fall forward from the impact.
Mr Kim spins around, a worried look on his face, and I burst out laughing at myself crumpled up on the floor, the man joining in too. ‘Come on,’ he says, getting up from his seat and tucking it in so he has space to pull me up from the floor. He holds out a hand to me and I take it, his other hand wrapping around my waist as he helps me up. ‘You’re so clumsy, Peach,’ he says, hands still around me, his eyes unwaveringly locked with mine.
For a moment, just a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, our heads moving closer together as my lips part, and my heart rate rockets. And then there’s a knock at the door. We instantly jump apart from one another, and I quickly grab a stack of worksheets on the desk. ‘Come in!’ Mr Kim calls, his voice slightly shaky, as I begin to walk around the classroom, putting one worksheet on each desk.
One of the deputies, Mrs Lee, walks in, bidding me good morning before talking to Mr Kim about some stupid briefing this Wednesday. What feels like a million years later, she finally leaves, and I turn to look at Mr Kim with a grin, the teacher smiling back at me.
The rest of my class starts arriving then, and I take my seat at the front, writing up the date in my book. When Daisy and Dream arrive, Dream hands me my drink and we idly chat about the upcoming prom, mere weeks away, until Mr Kim begins the lesson. It seems that Daisy’s given up on our competition, having gotten bored after four weeks. Now, two and a half months after I first met Mr Kim, it’s no longer about the competition for me.
I get on with him so well, and he’s so kind. I’m doing so well in this class, better than I’ve ever done it in before, and I find it so fun, because he’s the one teaching it to me. Whenever I get an answer right, or raise my hand to ask a question, or even just make eye contact with him, he gives me this smile, and my heart melts every time. Our conversations before and after class are the highlights of my week, and when we catch each other in the corridor, I replay the moment in my head over and over again. He’s just so… mature, and he really gets me.
I think I’m slowly falling in love with him.
The lesson flies by in a blur of shy glances, gentle smiles, subtle touches and locked eyes, and when everyone leaves, I stay behind, just like every Monday. ‘Sir,’ I say, and he smiles at me. ‘Yes, Peach?’ he asks, and I sigh. ‘Um, it might not be my place to say this, but I feel like you’re not really close with any of the other teachers, so I don’t think you’ve got anyone to talk to, and I thought you might want to get it off your chest, so I wanted to ask what’s going on with your wife?’ I say all in one breath, and the smile slowly disappears from Mr Kim’s face as I speak.
He sighs, taking off his glasses, and leaning back in his seat as he pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘Oh, Peach,’ he says tiredly, and my heart jumps. ‘Sir, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business. I’ll just get go-’ ‘No, Peach, it’s okay,’ he says, getting up from behind his desk and coming to sit in Daisy’s seat beside me.
‘You’re right, Peach. I’m not close with any of the teachers, and I don’t have anyone to confide in. but that doesn’t mean I should confide in you,’ he says gently, and I sigh. ‘Sir, can we be honest here?’ I ask, and he nods, though he looks slightly nervous. ‘Our relationship is already pushing the boundaries. And you and I both know that this isn’t accidental. It’s intentional, on my part. And you haven’t rebuffed my advances once. You’ve encouraged them. And we’re both in the wrong, you and I both know that.’
He sighs, sitting back in his seat. ‘But it’s wrong, Peach. It’s so wrong,’ he says, and I laugh humourlessly. ‘It doesn’t feel wrong. But we’ve already slightly broken the rules. Why not just go all the way?’ I ask, and his eyes lock with mine, his tongue poking at his cheek. ‘What are you saying?’ ‘You know what I’m saying. But, wait. We’ll come back to that. Tell me about your wife first. You need to get it off your chest. I can tell it’s affecting you.’
He’s silent for a few seconds before he finally speaks. ‘We were so happy, so in love. And then I started teaching here. And I met you on my very first day. And my first night sleeping here, instead of thinking of her, I thought of you. The girl with the peach hair. I was thinking about my wife less and less, and you more and more. And then… the first time I went home to visit her, after a few weeks of working here, and we had sex, I…’ he trails off, and I know exactly what the rest of the sentence is. I was thinking of you.
My heart is nearly beating out of my chest at his confession, and I’m trying not to jump up and celebrate. ‘You’re just… you’re so grown up, Peach, and I see you as an equal rather than as my student. You just… you get me. And you’re beautiful, Peach, you’d have to be blind not to see that,’ he says, and I blush, unable to believe my ears. He likes me too. He really likes me too.
‘And my wife knows that there’s someone else. I don’t know how, but she knows,’ he says, stress written all over his face. ‘Women always know,’ I reply, and he nods. ‘Yeah. She knows. So she confronted me about it on the weekend. Because she said I’ve been distant, that I’ve been avoiding sex, that I’ve been coming home less than I promised I would, that I never text or call her. And she asked who the woman is. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it isn’t even an affair, and it’s just a crush that has me like this,’ he says.
‘So… so what are you gonna do now? What did you tell her?’ ‘I lied. I said there’s no one else. That I’m just busy and stressed, but she knows. Anyway, she said she wants to work on us, she wants to try and fall in love again, like the way we were before. We’re high school sweethearts, you see, and I proposed to her fresh out of uni. We got married a few months later, and only three months after that, I started here. Maybe we rushed into it, because now… I’ve fallen out of love with her.’
I’m in complete shock. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. But I know I can’t let this pass me by. He feels the same way. I have to seize the moment.
‘Sir, I… I really like you. And you really like me. I don’t… I’m not seeing an issue here,’ I say, and he laughs humourlessly. ‘Peach, you don’t even know how much I wish I could agree. But I’m married. I’m your teacher. If we were found out, I’d lose my job, and I’d never be able to teach again,’ he says, and I sigh.
‘Mr Kim, no one would ever know. I won’t breathe a word, and neither will you,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘I… what are you suggesting, Peach?’ he asks, and I feel a rush of excitement that he’s actually considering it. ‘I mean… I don’t think we’d get away with you coming to my room. But I could go to yours. We could say that you’re tutoring me,’ I suggest, and he thinks for a moment.
‘Give… give me some time to consider this, Peach. Because I need… I need to consider whether or not this is worth it,’ he says, and I frown. ‘You don’t think I’m worth it?’ I ask, and his face falls. ‘No, Peach, that’s not… that’s not what I’m saying. You know what I mean,’ he says, and I stand up. ‘No, Sir, I’m not sure that I do. Forget I said anything,’ I say, and he gets up too, panic on his face.
‘Let’s discuss this, Peach, don’t leave,’ he says as I begin gathering up my things. ‘I think it’s best that I do,’ I say, brushing past him and leaving the room. When the door falls shut, I grin to myself, knowing my plan will just fall into place now, and I join my friends who wait for me in the corridor. ‘Did it work?’ Dream asks and I smile. ‘We’ll see.’
‘Peach! Peach!’ I hear Angel calling from behind me, and we turn to see her rushing towards us with Sunshine, the boys following leisurely behind them. ‘What? What’s happened?’ I ask when she reaches us, and she grins. ‘The whole school is talking about you. It worked,’ she says, and I grin. ‘I told you it would,’ Daisy says, and I roll my eyes.
‘I came up with the plan,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Half of the plan. And I lent you my man to enact this plan,’ she says, and I laugh. ‘Come, let’s go sit outside,’ Taehyung says when the boys reach our group, and we all head out to our usual spot outside, where we can talk freely with no one eavesdropping.
‘I’ve had loads of people asking me this morning if it’s true,’ Jimin says as I sit down beside Dream, the girl instantly resting her head on my thigh. ‘What did you say?’ ‘I didn’t say yes, and I didn’t say no. I was just laughing, or I said that ‘a gentleman never tells’ or some stupid shit like that,’ he says, and we all laugh.
‘It was genius, Peach. It happened exactly the way you said it would,’ Hoseok says, Sunshine’s head against his shoulder and his arm around her waist. ‘Let’s just hope it gets back to Mr Kim,’ Namjoon says, and Honey scoffs. ‘Of course it will. The whole school is talking about it. You don’t think he’ll hear people in his classes talking about how Peach slept with her best friend’s man?’ she says with a raised eyebrow.
‘What if he doesn’t buy it, though? He knows Peach well enough to know that that’s something she’d never do,’ Dream says, and Yoongi sighs. ‘Yeah, but we never thought Peach would try to seduce a teacher, and here we are,’ he says, and I frown at him. I don’t like it when they say I’m trying to seduce him. This isn’t just about sex. This is something more. I can’t tell them that, though. They wouldn’t understand.
‘And, anyway, I think that a group of people seeing Peach sneaking out of Jimin’s room at like two in the morning, wearing his clothes with her hair a mess and her mascara streaming down her face means that it’s more than likely people will believe it,’ Pearl says drily, and we all laugh, blood rushing to my face.
‘What did you guys actually do?’ Jungkook asks, and Jimin smirks. ‘Guess,’ he says with a grin in my direction, and I roll my eyes. ‘We chose suitable clothes of his for me to wear for when I left, messed up my hair and smudged my makeup across my face,’ I say, and Pearl narrows her eyes at me. ‘For like four hours?’ she asks, and Jimin grins at me. ‘And we played scrabble,’ I say, the others bursting out laughing.
‘Scrabble? Is that a euphemism for something?’ Taehyung asks, and Jimin shakes his head, still grinning. ‘We sat there, on my bed, and played scrabble for three hours,’ he says, and Daisy looks between us. ‘Who won?’ she asks. ‘Peach,’ he admits straight away, and I smile proudly. ‘Of course I did. He wanted to play strip scrabble,’ I say, Daisy swatting at him amusedly as the others laugh.
‘Yeah, so we compromised,’ he says mysteriously, our friends looking intrigued as I roll my eyes at Jimin. ‘We played dirty scrabble.’ ‘Dirty scrabble?’ Namjoon asks interestedly. ‘Scrabble with dirty words only. I’d have gotten bored otherwise. But I was surprised at how… vast Peach’s vocabulary is,’ Jimin says with another smirk at me, and I feel my face heating again.
‘You out-dirtied Jimin?’ Namjoon asks, the whole group looking surprised, and I nod with a small smile. ‘Our Peach is a dark horse,’ Daisy grins at me, and I grin back. ‘Okay, I hate to change the subject, but, like… what are you guys gonna do now?’ Yoongi asks, directing the question at Daisy and I. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean, you supposedly slept with her man. Shouldn’t Daisy act like she’s angry at you?’ Yoongi says, and I shrug.
‘It’s fine. Look how many rumours there have been; we haven’t let those affect our friendships, because we know they aren’t real,’ I say, and Yoongi shakes his head. ‘But you want people to believe this one, surely?’ ‘It’s fine. As long as Mr Kim has heard the rumour, that’s all that matters,’ I say, and Pearl raises an eyebrow. ‘So what happens now then? What is your plan after this?’ she asks, and I hesitate for a moment.
‘I don’t know yet,’ I lie, not wanting them all to know. I only need to tell two people; nobody else needs to know. And I think it’s best to keep this as quiet as possible. Because it’s where things start to get serious.
So, hours later, in the literal dead of night, I sneak out of my room, praying no one sees me. When I reach my destination, I knock carefully on the door, making sure it’s not loud enough for anyone else to hear. The door opens a few seconds later, and a cosy Jungkook stands on the other side of it, dressed in his pyjamas with his hair a fluffy mess. ‘Peach?’ he asks but I shush him, pushing past him into the front hallway.
‘I need your help,’ I say once he’s shut the door, and he looks confusedly at me. ‘My help? What with?’ he asks, just as Yoongi pops his head in from the bedroom. ‘Peach?’ ‘I need your help too.’ ‘Come sit in here,’ Yoongi says, turning back into the bedroom. Jungkook and I follow behind, and I take a moment to look around their room.
It’s neat and tidy, very minimalistic, with two beds a few feet apart from each other, a TV mounted on the wall, and several computer screens set up on a desk, a game paused on one of them. ‘What’s up, Peach? Is everything okay?’ Jungkook asks, concerned. ‘Everything’s fine. It’s not, like, serious. I just need your guys’ help. But… no one else can know,’ I say, both of them raising their eyes. ‘Um…’ Yoongi says, and I sigh.
‘Please? I swear, it’s not that bad. I just… I need you guys to not tell anyone,’ I say, and Jungkook sighs. ‘I won’t say anything,’ he says before both of us look to Yoongi. ‘Fine, I won’t either. Now, what is it?’ Yoongi asks, and I grin.
‘You know how there’s a camera in every classroom?’ I say, both of them nodding. ‘I need you guys to disable to one in Mr Kim’s classroom,’ I say, both of their eyes widening. ‘You’re kidding?’ Jungkook asks, and I shake my head. ‘I’m not. I just…’ I begin, but Yoongi waves me off. ‘You don’t need to explain; we’re not stupid, we know exactly why you want us to disable the cameras.’
‘But… won’t they realise straight away? If the camera isn’t working, they’ll just get someone to fix it,’ Jungkook says, and I sigh. ‘I only need it disabled up until Monday’s lesson.’ ‘I’ve got an idea. What if… instead of disabling the camera… we loop the footage from last week?’ Yoongi says, directing the question to Jungkook. ‘Good idea. But how?’ Jungkook asks, and Yoongi laughs. ‘Don’t act like we haven’t hacked into the school cameras before.’
‘Yeah, but we did that to delete footage. Not loop it,’ Jungkook says, and Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘It’s not like we won’t be able to do it, we’re practically experts after years of computer science. It might take a while, but it’s night time, so it’s not like anyone will notice that we’re messing around with the systems. We can take as long as we need. Let’s at least give it a go,’ Yoongi says, and Jungkook hesitates before sighing.
‘Fine, let’s do it. But I’m gonna need snacks,’ he says, and I grin, holding up the bag in my hand. ‘I came prepared,’ I say, both of them grinning. ‘Won’t your roommate notice you’re gone?’ Jungkook asks, and I shake my head. ‘If Angel can sleep through Taehyung’s sleep-talking, sleep-walking and cuddling, she can sleep through anything. That girl needs a foghorn to wake her up,’ I say, both of them laughing. ‘Right, then,’ Yoongi says, ‘let’s get to it.’
The boys spend the entire night at the desk, hacking into the school’s CCTV systems and looping the footage, whilst I watch You on Netflix, nap, and hand them snacks and drinks as and when they need them. The boys finish at sunrise, Jungkook instantly crawling into his bed and passing out as Yoongi shows me what they’ve done.
‘So, long story short, the footage from the past week is looped. It will keep playing again and again until someone realises and changes it, but I doubt anyone will notice it for a long time. So you’re free to do whatever you want in that classroom without it being caught on camera. I’ll keep checking up on it to make sure it hasn’t been discovered,’ he says. ‘Thank you, Yoongi, you’re the best. And tell Jungkook I said thanks to him too,’ I say, both of us looking at him fast asleep on his bed.
‘Yeah, of course. Just shout us whenever you need help with anything. And, don’t worry, we won’t mention anything to anyone. Now, you go, get some sleep. I think the others were saying they want to spend the day at the football pitch today so make sure you’re there, and not looking tired, or they’ll suspect something,’ he says, and my heart warms at his kindness.
‘Okay, Yoongi. See you later. And thanks, again, for your help,’ I say, and he grins. ‘It’s cool. Just make sure that you fill us in on whatever happens with Mr Kim tomorrow. If anything does happen, that is,’ he says mischievously, and I grin. ‘Oh, don’t worry,’ I grin back, ‘there’ll be plenty to tell.’
‘Peach? Do you mind staying behind please?’ Mr Kim says as I begin to walk towards the door with Daisy and Dream, and I grin to myself before I turn back to him sullenly. He waits for everyone to leave the room before he speaks. ‘Take a seat,’ he says, and I scowl. ‘I’d rather stand.’ ‘Peach, don’t be like that. Please, just sit down,’ he says and, with as much attitude as possible, I sit down in my seat.
‘Why weren’t you here at the beginning of the lesson?’ he asks, looking concerned, and I laugh humourlessly. ‘I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted,’ I reply, and he looks so pained. I actually feel a little guilty. ‘Peach, come on. You know that that wasn’t what I meant last week. I’m just worried about the consequences. I could lose my job,’ he says, and I roll my eyes.
‘No one would ever find out,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘I know you wouldn’t say anything, Peach, but that’s not to say that nobody will find out. Someone could just walk in at any moment,’ he says, and I look at the door. ‘There’s a lock,’ I say, and he sighs again. ‘The camera?’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘What if I told you I’ve taken care of it?’ I say carefully, and his eyes widen. ‘Please tell me you’re joking,’ he says, grabbing on to his temples. ‘I’d be lying if I did. Sir, I’m serious about this,’ I say, and he’s silent for a few moments, head in his hands.
I take the silence as my opportunity. ‘What if I persuade you, Sir?’ I ask, and he looks up at me, only his eyes uncovered by his hands. ‘Pardon?’ he asks, voice muffled, and I get up from my seat, slowly walking to the door. ��I said… what if I persuade you?’ I say, leaning against the door, Mr Kim’s eyes on my fingers as they turn the lock. ‘Peach,’ he says in a strained voice, and I know it’s working, my heart beating so fast.
‘Sir, stop stressing, for just a minute. You worry too much,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘It’s in my nature,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘It was in mine too. And then I realised life’s too short to worry about everything. I didn’t worry about stealing designer things to sell so I could go to Glastonbury, and I’m glad I didn’t worry about it,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
‘You’re glad?’ ‘Yes, I’m glad. Because of it, I’m away from my stupid parents, at a school with a group of people that I love. And I’ve met you,’ I say, and he just stares at me, face unreadable. ‘Life’s too short to worry,’ I repeat, and I can practically see the battle between his head and his heart. His heart seems to win.
‘Persuade me then,’ he whispers, the words nearly making me cry from happiness. ‘Pardon?’ I ask, wanting to hear him say the words again. ‘I said, persuade me then,’ he says, all the stress and worry suddenly disappearing, a small smirk now on his face. Taking my time, I walk over to him, joining him behind the desk, and I grab on to his tie. He grins at me as I pull him up from his seat, before looking over at the camera.
‘Are you sure you handled it?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘Want proof?’ I ask, and he nods. I grab my phone out of my bra, his eyes lingering on the curves of my breasts as I dial Yoongi’s number, putting the phone on loudspeaker. ‘Hey, Peach,’ he says, his voice ringing out into the room. ‘Can you check the camera for me?’ I ask, and he lets out a gentle laugh before I hear some movement and then some typing.
‘According to the camera, Mr Kim is sat at his desk, marking. No one else is in the room,’ he says, and I grin at Mr Kim who looks shocked. ‘Okay. Thanks, Yoongi, you’re the best,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘No problem. Have fun,’ he says amusedly before the phone cuts off. ‘Does he know?’ Mr Kim asks, and I shrug. ‘I haven’t said anything to him about why I wanted the camera hacked, but he’s probably worked it out. He won’t say anything,’ I say, Mr Kim nodding, obviously slightly nervous.
‘Stop worrying. It’s okay,’ I say gently before I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down towards me. I close my eyes and wait for him to kiss me. When I feel his soft lips brush against mine, I supress a celebratory shout, instantly pulling him closer to me.
Within moments, the kiss has gone from tame and innocent, to passionate and desperate. His hands furiously trail up and down my body, our mouths moving in sync. He pushes his tongue between my lips, and I sigh into his mouth at the feeling. He wraps his hands into my hair and accidently tugs it, but I let out a gentle moan against his lips.
‘Fuck. Fuck, you like that?’ he asks, mouth still pressed against mine, and I nod. He pulls my hair again, this time harder, and I moan again, the sound obviously driving him crazy. He pulls away from me and lifts me up to sit on his desk before his lips attach to mine again. I wrap my legs around him, sitting on the edge of the desk so that our bodies are completely pressed up against each other.
I can feel how hard he is, his bulge pressed against my upper thigh, and a surge of confidence makes me palm him through his trousers. ‘Fuck, Peach,’ he groans, the sounding making me let out a shaky breath. ‘Can I… can I do something?’ I ask against his mouth, pulling away a few moments later. ‘Do what?’ he asks, and I grin.
‘I want your lollipop,’ I joke, and he laughs. ‘I’ve got some in my briefcase,’ he jokes, and I raise an eyebrow, holding back a laugh. ‘I want the one in your trousers instead,’ I say, looking up at him through my lashes, and his eyes darken, a smile on his face. ‘Who am I to deprive my best student?’ he says lowly, and I grin.
I get up from the desk, grabbing his tie again and walking backwards around the desk. I sit down in his seat, and he grins down at me. ‘Authority suits you. You look good in that chair,’ he says, and I let out a gentle laugh. 'I’ll look even better when I’ve got your dick in my mouth,’ I say lightly, and he chokes, coaxing a laugh out of me. ‘Let’s test that then,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Gladly.’
I pull down the zip of his trousers, purposely scraping my nails against his bulge. I push his trousers down just to the tops of his trousers, and his underwear goes down with them. His length, hard and red, springs up and slaps against his clothed stomach, and I try not to actually salivate. He’s long and thick, smooth with a prominent vein running along the underside, and his head is swollen, already leaking with precum.
My tongue darts out to wet my lip before I spit on my hands, Mr Kim watching me with interest. Gently, I place my hands on his length and run them up and down the shaft, revelling in pride from hearing the hitch in his breath. I lean forward, tentatively licking the precum from his tip, looking up at him with big eyes, and he groans. ‘God, Peach, you’re so fucking sexy,’ he breathes out, just before I sink my mouth down around him until he hits the back of my throat.
His hips buck up, pushing down my throat, and I gag around him, as he moans. I take a moment to compose myself before I start bobbing my head up and down his cock. ‘Yes, Peach, God, that feels so good,’ he grunts, gathering my hair into his hands and holding it back from my mouth. I lick along his vein, hands cupping his balls, before I swirl my tongue around his head.
‘You suck dick like a pro,’ he breathes out, and I grin up at him. ‘Thank you,’ I say before sinking my mouth back down onto his length. Obviously he’s getting close, moans and curses falling frequently from between his plump lips, and it’s as though he can’t control himself, starting to thrust into my mouth. I grip onto his strong thighs as he rams into my mouth, forcing himself further and further down my throat with each thrust. And then there’s a knock on the door.
Mr Kim panics, but my brain engages instantly. I pull boxers and trousers back up, quickly zipping him up, before I push him towards the door and hide myself under his desk. Mr Kim takes a couple deep breaths before he unlocks and opens the door, and I hold a hand over myself to stop the loud breathing.
‘Mr Kim. Why was the door locked?’ a voice asks, and I recognise it straight away. Mrs Choi, the strictest deputy headteacher. ‘Somebody kept pushing it open and running away, and it was annoying me, Mrs Choi,’ Mr Kim replies instantly, and I’m impressed at how quickly he thought of that reply. ‘Oh. Well, I need to speak to you about something. Let’s sit,’ she says, and I hear her enter the room, taking a seat on the other side of the desk. Her feet are mere inches from where I’m sat on the floor, only a wooden panel separating us.
Mr Kim takes his seat opposite her, slotting his legs around either side of me, and my head is centimetres from his crotch. The idea forms in my mind straight away, and I grin to myself, adrenaline running through my body.
‘What would you like to speak about, Mrs Choi?’ Mr Kim asks, just as I rest my hands on his knees. His body tenses beneath my hands, before relaxing a few moments later. ‘I’d actually like to speak to you about your twelfth-year class,’ she says, and I move my hands further up his legs. ‘Are you finding any problems with them?’ she asks, as I unzip his trousers as slowly and quietly as possible.
‘Um, no. They’re a fantastic group. High ability and a pleasure to teach,’ he says, voice tense. I’m not surprised, considering I’m pulling his still rock-hard dick out of his underwear as I unbutton my blouse so that if he looks down, he’ll get an eyeful of my boobs, spilling out of my bra. ‘Is that so? No problems at all?’ she asks as I lean forward and put my mouth around his head, staying still once I’ve done so. ‘No, Mrs Choi, none,’ he replies, hands finding my shoulders. I wait for him to push me away, but he surprises me, pulling me closer to him so that my mouth sinks all the way down onto his cock.
‘Really? I’m surprised to hear that. Am I mistaken in thinking you have Daisy, Peach and Dream in your class?’ she asks, and I try not to react at hearing my name from her mouth. ‘No, you are not mistaken,’ he replies, hands on my neck, holding me still, and I realise what he’s doing. He’s turned the tables back on to me. Instead of me torturing him beneath the desk, he’s torturing me, forcing me to hold his cock in my mouth with no movement.
‘And they don’t cause you any problems?’ she asks. ‘No, they’re brilliant students. Engaged in the lesson, intelligent, hard-working, helpful. They’re a lovely group of girls,’ he says, and Mrs Choi is silent, obviously surprised. ‘I must say, I’m shocked to hear you think so, especially of Daisy. We’ve had issues with her since she arrived. Dream and Peach, not as much, but still. They’re all part of the worst friendship group in the school. Their friendship group is the root of nearly all problems within their year group.’ Lovely.
‘That’s surprising to hear. I’ve never had any issues with them. A little talkative at times, but nothing more. They’re on track to achieve the best grades in the class,’ he says, and my heart swells at hearing him speak about us like this when no teacher ever has before. ‘That’s pleasing to hear. They must really like you, Mr Kim,’ Mrs Choi says, and Mr Kim lets out a gentle laugh. ‘I’d like to think they do,’ he says, and it’s obvious he’s thinking about the fact that one of the students must definitely like him because she’s under the table with his dick in her mouth.
‘Well, as it’s reaching the end of their time at the school, we’re looking for… a valedictorian, of sorts. A student, or even multiple, to give a speech at their end-of-year prom. Do you have any recommendations?’ she asks, and I’m curious to hear what he has to say. ‘Any of the three girls. Dream, Daisy or Peach. Or all three of them,’ he says instantly, and my heart warms. ‘That’s not the first recommendation I’ve had for those girls and the rest of their friends. It’s obvious they’re popular with the staff, despite being troublemakers,’ she says, almost fondly, and I think back to all the times we’ve been shouted at in Mrs Choi’s office. Now that I think about it, we almost always have a lecture from her, almost like the lectures you get from your mother. She must have a soft spot for us. Bless her.
‘Well, thank you for your recommendations, Mr Kim. We’ll definitely take them into consideration. I will leave you to your marking now,’ she says, her chair scraping against the floor as she gets up. I hope she doesn’t point out my belongings sat on my desk. ‘Thank you, Mrs Choi. See you later,’ Mr Kim says, and she bids him goodbye before leaving.
As soon as the door shuts behind her, I’m taking him as far down my throat as possible, and he stifles a moan. ‘Let me lock the door, Peach,’ he breathes out, hands weakly trying to push me off, but I ignore him, wanting to make him cum as soon as possible. ‘Fuck, Peach, someone could come in,’ he says pleadingly, but his words are broken up by moans, and I know that the thought of someone entering is turning him on even more, because it’s not long before his cock is twitching in my mouth.
‘Fuck, Peach, I’m gonna cum,’ he groans, and I pull him out of my mouth. I tug at his length with one hand, playing with his balls with the other, and his orgasm hits him within seconds. He throws his head back, face scrunching up, as his hands tighten on my shoulders. He lets out a long, drawn out moan of my name as his hot cum spurts out of the tip, covering my chin, neck and breasts. It’s as though he hasn’t cum properly in a while, depositing an endless amount over my face.
He looks down at me once he’s done, cursing under his breath at the sight of me. I gather some of his release up from my chin and lick it off my finger, the man biting his lip at the sight. ‘Sorry. I don’t usually cum so quick,’ he says sheepishly, moving back and helping me get up from under the desk. ‘It’s okay. I have that effect,’ I joke, and his eyes darken. ‘Oh. So did you have the effect on Park Jimin?’ he asks, and I nearly scream aloud, so glad that he’s brought it up (I really thought I’d put in all that effort for nothing).
He makes me sit on the desk in front of him, and he spreads my legs, making me rest my feet on his armrests. ‘I asked you a question,’ he says, eyes on my soaked pants. ‘I, um… who told you about that?’ I say, and he scoffs. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I was going to hear about it. Everyone was talking about it. Peach sleeping with her best friend’s man,’ he says, looking up at me disdainfully.
‘Are you that desperate for cock? That desperate you’d sleep with Daisy’s man?’ he says, and I stay silent, biting on my bottom lip. ‘Go on, speak. I’m sure you had a lot to say with Jimin’s dick in your pussy, huh? Or did he shut you up with his cock in your mouth? Fucking whore,’ he says, landing a harsh slap on my clothed heat, and I whine at the feeling.
He hooks a finger around my pants and pulls, ripping the flimsy material off me and holding it up to his nose. ‘Fuck. You’re so wet,’ he says, looking at my dripping wet core as he puts the ripped material down on the desk beside him. ‘Only for you, Sir,’ I whimper, and he groans. ‘Fucking slut. I bet it’s for Jimin. I bet you’ve been thinking about having him inside you again, huh?’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘I’ve only been thinking about you. I thought about you while I was with him,’ I whisper, and he looks up at me with dark, dilated eyes.
‘Is that so? Well, what were you thinking about?’ he asks, and I bite my lip. ‘Your pretty lips on my pussy,’ I breathe out, and he groans again. ‘God, you’re so fucking sexy. Let me give you what you want then,’ he says, and I spread my legs even more, leaning back on my hands and shuffling forward so I teeter on the edge of his desk. I’m so close to his face that I can feel his breaths hit my core. ‘Please, Sir,’ I whimper, and he grins at me before he leans forward a licks a bold stripe across my pussy.
I let out a pathetic sigh, my head falling back as he licks at my core slowly, tongue lapping at my slit languorously, dipping his muscle between my folds every few seconds, sending mind-numbing shocks through me. ‘Fuck, you taste so good. So fucking sweet,’ he praises as I let out a small moan, legs curling around his shoulders to pull him closer.
Without warning, he attaches his lips to my clit, sucking and tugging on the bundle of nerves, and my back arches as I throw my head back, broken moans falling from my lips. ‘Stay still, whore,’ he warns harshly, the words against my heat making me shiver as one of his arms snakes around my waist, tightly holding me in place. His other hand scoops some of his cum from my breasts before joining his head between my legs, rubbing the cum onto my clit as more moans escape me.
‘Please, Sir, I want your fingers,’ I plead and he chuckles before slowly pushing one finger between my folds. ‘So tight, baby. Am I not turning you on?’ he asks, plunging another finger in, forcing another moan out of me. ‘How will I get my cock in? At this rate, I won’t even fit another finger into this tight little cunt,’ he says, still with his lips wrapped around my clit and his two fingers slowly pumping in and out of me.
Gradually, he increases his pace, adding another finger in, his mouth still working wonders at my clit. I can feel my orgasm building up, moans falling more frequently from my mouth. He only increases his pace more and more, until his fingers pump in and out furiously fast, his tongue licking up and down my folds before pulling on my clit with his lips.
My hands, threaded into his soft, dark locks, pull him closer and closer to my core, and I can feel myself fast approaching the edge. He curls his fingers into me, hitting the soft spongy spot inside me, and I let out a particularly loud whine. ‘Fuck, Mr Kim, right there, please,’ I whine, and he freezes. ‘Fuck, you’ll make me cum again if you call me Mr Kim. Here,’ he says, pulling his tie off and stuffing it into my mouth before going back to his ministrations.
I can feel myself tumbling towards the edge, pleasure coursing through my veins as I let out muffled moans. ‘Come on, I can feel you’re close, Peach. Fucking cum for me,’ he whispers and, when he curls his fingers and pulls on my clit at the same time, I finally reach my climax. I curse and moan, all of it muffled by the tie, as my orgasm washes over me, back arching.
Once I’ve come down from my high, he licks my release up as I pull his tie out of my mouth before holding his fingers out to me, and I lick them clean as he watches with a smug smirk, lips swollen and shining. ‘That was so fucking hot,’ he says as I hop down from his desk. I pick up my pants and tuck them into his chest pocket with a grin before smoothing down my skirt and rebuttoning my blouse, the man watching as I do so.
‘Wait, are we not going to…?’ he trails off, and I look over to see that he’s already hard again. Very hard. ‘I’ll come to your room,’ I say as I pull some tissues out of me bag, cleaning his cum off my face. ‘But I’m…’ he says, looking down at his length, and I hold back a laugh, putting some powder on my face and pulling on a hoodie.
‘You left me hanging a week. You can deal with a few hours,’ I say, slipping out of the room before he can even formulate a response. I walk down the corridor, unable to wipe the smile off my face, nearly skipping all the way out to the grass where I know my friends will be waiting for me. Honey, Pearl, Daisy, Dream, Namjoon, Jimin, Yoongi and Jungkook are all lazing around on the grass, instantly perking up when they spot me.
‘So?’ Honey asks excitedly when I reach them, and I grin. ‘Mission accomplished,’ I say, pulling a spare pair of pants out of my bag and pulling them on underneath my skirt. ‘Wow. He kept your underwear?’ Jimin asks, and I nod with a smirk. ‘Had he heard about you and Jimin?’ Dream asks, and I nod again. ‘He was so mad,’ I grin, all of them laughing as Jimin smirks.
‘Well, damn it, Peach, I didn’t think you would, but you did. You really had sex with a teacher. You won the competition. Good on you, girl,’ Daisy says, and I grin at her. ‘Well, I didn’t really have sex with him. I just… sucked him off. And then he ate me out,’ I say, and Daisy frowns, everyone else looking confused. ‘You should’ve fucked him,’ she says, and I shrug.
‘I’ll fuck him when I go to his room tonight,’ I say, the girls squealing as the boys (and Pearl) look at me incredulously. ‘Wait, you’re really leaving him this long before you fuck him? God, you’re evil, Peach,’ Namjoon says, and I smile smugly. ‘Peach, fucking in a classroom is one thing, but going to his room? You’re asking for trouble,’ Pearl says disapprovingly, and I shrug with a grin.
‘You know what, Pearl? Maybe I am.’
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#4 with leone pls 🖤
ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE DEAR ANON 🖤🖤 uwu i had some fun with this prompt! i hope you don’t mind uwu
content warning: yandere, manipulation, stalking, professor!abbacchio
individual consultation (Leone Abbacchio)
All you could do was look up at him. You focus on his eyes, purple, gold, and looking at you with the most palpable look of disappointment that it made your heart drop. You could feel your face heat up as the people sitting beside you began to take notice of the scene between you and Abbacchio.
You could feel the piteous glances being sent you way. No one wanted to get on the notorious Philosophy professor’s bad side, after all. Your hands trembled as you instinctively covered your test paper from his prying eyes, still not quite understanding what was going on.
“I-I’m sorry Sir,” you were saying softly, “I beg your pardon?”
“Come on, _____,” he was saying, lips pressed in a grim line as he eyed you, “Let me see the test.”
You gulped, shakily handing your test paper over to Abbacchio. Your heart beating a mile a minute in your chest as he looked over your answers. It was the longest two minutes of your life and you felt sick, even when Abbacchio had returned your paper to you.
“Continue…” He said quietly, just like that.
Abbacchio walked back to his table and continued observing the rest of the class, to make sure no funny business was going on as you took his midterm exam. Of course, after a scene like that, no one dared to even attempt to cheat.
Hesitantly, you began to work on your exam. Shyly glancing at Abbacchio every now and then, obviously shaken by the encounter. Your eyes even met once or twice, prompting you to get back to work, fearful that he might try to accuse you of pulling a fast one over him.
The bell rings all too soon and before you know it you are handing him your paper and he is asking you to stay. You freeze, practically trembling as you slowly realize. Oh, it wasn’t over.
Abbacchio sighs as he gestures for you to take a seat on one of the tables close by his desk. You tremble not daring to look your professor in the eye as he stands before you.
“What’s been going on with you lately, _____?”
“I-I’m sorry, sir?”
Abbacchio frowned, “you’ve been unfocused in my class, your work is sloppy, and judging by your results in today’s test….”
He trails off, kind enough not to tell you what you already know. You keep still, unsure what to make of your professor’s revelations. He didn’t have to tell you though, you knew it well enough. You knew it when you looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes that had once been full of life and energy was wan, dark bags lined them, and your fingers, once pretty and prim had been bitten raw and picked at until they were red and sore.
Your professor sighs as he considers you. Quiet and meek, so different from the darling girl who made filled the class with cheer and pep. Hesitantly, he places a hand on your shoulder. That simple act had been enough to bring warmth back into you. You dared to look up at your professor, the cold glance he had given you earlier replaced by genuine concern.
“S-Sir….”
Abbacchio gave you a rare smile, as he moved to pat your head.
“You’re a good student, _____. I’d hate to see you fail.”
Those words made you crumble. So sincere, so kind. Your tears fell as Abbacchio gently patted your head and you told him about everything that had been troubling you for the past few months.
You couldn’t help but tell him all about your terrifying stalker. At first, you thought that it was nothing more than a hoax. Creepy love letters professing love and affection for you. That you could at least handle, promptly deleting the number, blocking it even. But then you started to receive flowers and then, just recently, you had gotten the photos. Photos of you taken from so close at a voyeuristic angle, that you genuinely feared for your safety.
All the while Abbacchio had listened intently, and when it was all over, he moved forward to wipe away your tears.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you softly. “I had no idea you were going through such things.”
“N-no no, please, sir. If anything, I’m the one who has to apologize for making you worry…”
You trailed off, a little embarrassed at practically baring your soul to your professor.
“Please don’t apologize, _____.” He said, “I’m glad you told me, that way we can try to do something about that nasty stalker of yours.”
He gave you a wry smile as you perked up at his suggestion.
“Meet me again tomorrow so we can discuss things even further, I worry I’ve kept you with me long enough. You know my office hours don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Excellent, I hope to see you again soon, _____.”
“I … I hope to see you again too, Sir.”
With your spirits lifted, you smile at Abbacchio for the first time in a long while. Leaving the classroom with a lighter heart. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. As you walk back to your dorm, your heart flutters at the memory of Abbacchio patting your head and wiping away your tears. You flush at the intimacy of those actions, quickly willing away your inappropriate thoughts.
He was your teacher! Your professor… You- you weren’t allowed to think of him that way.
You spare another glance in the direction of your classroom.
Perhaps you’d wear something cute tomorrow.
Abbacchio watches you leave, he waits for a moment before he pulls out a tiny hidden camera from his desk. Hooking it up to his laptop, he checks it to make sure that it had what he wanted. He makes sure to hook put his earphones on as he plays the video. He smiles, jumping forward a few seconds to when you had finally flashed him that smile.
He grins to himself, taking a screenshot of that moment, making a mental note to have that printed out sometime soon. He had missed that smile of yours so much. Though it hurt him to learn that his love letters had been frightening you, he was glad that one way or another, it had driven you into his arms. And wasn’t that just the darnedest thing?
Caressing your face on the screen, Abbacchio sighs, trying to recall how soft your skin was as he wiped your tears away.
It wouldn’t be long until he had the real thing.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere jjba#leone abbacchio#abbacchio x reader#vento aureo#golden wind#play#side b
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juliantina au 3 + trope 2 + prompt 34
i didn’t think i would get any of these… but let’s go!
spy!au + enemies to lovers + “i don’t even know why we’re doing this.”
(idk if this is any good [or coherent] but i wrote it at 3am so pls be kind. also i don’t think this is what u wanted anon, but…)
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“god, this is so boring, this dude hasn’t done anything all day. i don’t even know why we’re doing this.”
juliana rolls her eyes. of all the people they could’ve paired her with, they had to put her with the obnoxious, trust fund baby. “because it’s our job?” she snarks.
the other girl sends juliana what she probably thinks is a murderous glare, but her bright blue eyes and disney princess aura make her look as intimidating as baby yoda. “i’ve worked with this organization for years, i don’t do stakeouts, i do real, important, shit.”
juliana doesn’t say anything, she won’t even try to fight this petulant little girl.
“whatever.” carvajal huffs. minutes pass without her externalizing her displeasure of the situation, and juliana dares to think that maybe, just maybe, she won’t have to deal with her attitude for the rest of their shared stakeout when, “i can’t believe mr. g put me with you.”
“what is that supposed to mean?” juliana asks with a raised eyebrow.
“we’re like, the worst possible combination he could’ve come up with.“ the brunette shrugs nonchalantly. juliana just stares at her. “you’re like, this angsty loner type, and i’m… i don’t know, the kind of agent that has a sense of humor and isn’t brooding 24/7”, she explains.
juliana can’t help but snort, that’s rich coming from her. she’s never worked side by side with the other agent before, -they’ve actually only ever conversed twice, once when she first joined the organization, and right now-, but it is common knowledge that carvajal has this sort of hero complex, people say she’s always hell bent on saving the day. “aren’t you the one that’s always putting herself at risk just to be the hero or whatever?” she sneers. “i would appreciate it if you dropped your preconceived incorrect ideas about me. you don’t know me.” juliana frowns.
“and i don’t want to” carvajal shakes her head, turning to look at their mark.
“well, i don’t either.”
“fine.”
“fine.”
they both stare out the window, silently waiting for the man on the other side of the street to get into his vehicle. once he does, carvajal turns on the engine and drives off without saying a word.
juliana sighs in the passenger’s seat, she doesn’t understand why the other girl hates her so much.
after following their mark for hours and trying to gather as much information about him as possible, they decide to approach him on his last stop of the day, a stupidly exclusive casino on the most expensive side of town.
they get out of the car and juliana thanks whatever entity is looking out for them because they let them in, no questions asked.
“okay so, i’m going to go explore the place,” juliana says, already seeing lots of people she thinks might be useful to their mission. “you should go with aguayo, maybe you can get some info directly from him.”
carvajal gives her a weird look “why me?”
“because i’m too much of a broody loner, no?” juliana reminds her “and you’re a lot easier on the eyes” she adds after a beat.
“did you just call me pretty?” the brunette smirks.
juliana blushes an embarrassing shade of pink, “shut up, just go.” she throws over her shoulder as she makes what she hopes is a smooth exit.
an hour and a half after their separation, juliana has already scooped out the area in search for any suspicious activity (and downed three shots of tequila). she’s sitting at the bar, half-heartedly conversing with the friendly bartender while waiting for her partner to finish whatever she’s doing to subtly interrogate their mark.
“hello, gorgeous, you havin’ fun?” she hears a voice say to her. when she turns, she finds a disheveled man eyeing her lustfully.
juliana’s stomach churns, the way he’s staring at her is painfully reminiscent of the many times man just like this one would look and treat her and her mom like they only existed for their twisted enjoyment when she was young.
she’s since stopped being afraid, she is the company’s best asset, but for some reason, she finds herself paralyzed while the unknown man reaches to grab at her.
juliana’s alcohol dazed brain is just catching up, coming up with a half-baked plan to simply kick this man’s balls off when a sickenly sweet voice captures their attention. “hey, sir, i think you should go find someone more age appropriate.” her partner smiles at her over the man’s shoulder and juliana has never been more relieved to see that annoying little dimple on the brunette’s cheek. “besides, this one’s spoken for.” carvajal adds cheekily.
juliana feels the blood rush to her cheeks and curses herself for falling victim to the brunette’s charm.
the man smirks as he looks between them, surely imagining a whole lot of disgusting things that make juliana want to go back to her plan of just ending his bloodline. “can i join?” he leers at them.
her partner scowls at him and takes juliana’s hand, swiftly removing them from the situation before it escalates.
“can’t leave you alone for a second, can i, agent valdés?” ugh, of course she has to ruin it just when juliana’s starting to like her.
“whatever.” juliana crosses her arms over her chest. “did you get anything out of him?” she inquires, hoping that the other woman’s charm had worked with aguayo just as much as it seemed to work with her.
carvajal nods happily, “yeah, dude’s a total lightweight!” she laughs, “a couple of shots of mezcal and he was ready to spill all his secrets to me.” juliana snorts, she guesses that carvajal must’ve had her fair share of drinking too, since she’s being so buddy-buddy with her. “i thought narco leaders were… different.” the brunette says pensively.
the woman’s attitude is giving juliana whiplash, before she’d treated her like shit, and now she’d being almost nice. “um, right. did you get any relevant stuff for our investigation?” juliana doesn’t want to be here any longer than necessary.
“yeah, i recorded our entire chat. there’s some juicy shit there.” carvajal shows juliana her phone, a forty-minute audio recording sits on her recently saved files.
“good job.” she awkwardly pats her partner on the back.
carvajal scoffs. “it was better than good and you know it.” she leans down so her and juliana’s faces are dangerously close, “c’mon, v, tell me i was amazing.” she pouts.
damn her and her stupid wide blue eyes and her perfectly shaped lips and- woah, juliana is more than a little buzzed too. “no, ya vámonos, carvajal. we gotta attend the briefing tom-” she starts to ramble when surprisingly strong arms wrap around her waist and soft lips crash into hers.
juliana has kissed people before, of course she has, she’s kissed her fair share of girls, even a few boys during games like spin the bottle or truth or dare when she was in middle school, but no one has ever made her stomach flip like this infuriating woman right here. the way carvajal gently sucks on juliana’s bottom lip makes her brain malfunction.
they kiss for what seems like an eternity, only separating when their lungs demand air.
juliana blinks dazedly at carvajal when she calms herself down enough to hold the other woman’s gaze without jumping her. “what was that?” she asks.
“the creepy dude from before was pissing me off, looked at you like you were a piece of meat” carvajal explains without letting go of juliana “also, you were talking too much” she winks.
juliana process the information for a second. “so…” she trails off “… are we done here?” she asks as casually as she can. the kiss left her a little shaken, she can’t wait until she gets home for a nice hot bath -or a cold shower.
“yeah, just let me go grab a bottle of water. i need to sober up a little in case we bump into el alcoholímetro.” the brunette finally lets go of juliana.
juliana nods dumbly before going after her, she really needs to sober up too.
“thank you for the ride.” juliana says quietly. carvajal had taken her home instead of just dropping her off at the subway station like she had suggested, claiming that she would never let someone take the subway at that hour, even if they annoyed her as much as juliana. (hero complex)
carvajal gives her a dorky thumbs up as she gets out of the car. “night, valdés, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” juliana can’t help but smile back.
this day was so weird; first, being paired with carvajal had been unexpected, second, the other agent had been hostile towards her for no apparent reason, then treated her obnoxiously nicely, and third, she actually kind of liked carvajal, a little bit.
“do you want to… stay the night?” she asks with an amount of courage she didn’t know she was capable of mustering.
carvajal smirks, “are you propositioning me?”
“it’s late, you shouldn’t be out” juliana explains. “and i have a spare room.”
the brunette seems to think it through and juliana scolds herself for offering, you idiot this is none of you business. “sure, yeah.” oh.
“cool. c’mon i- i’ll show you” juliana stutters a half assed explanation of her home’s layout to her partner while said partner just looks at her amusedly.
“relax, valdés” carvajal chuckles. “i’m not going to bite you …unless you want to.”
juliana scoffs, why is she suddenly flirting with her? “didn’t you hate me this morning?”
“i don’t hate anyone, though i did dislike you a little, but i’ve always been a sucker for pretty girls.” she steps into juliana’s personal space.
“i-”
carvajal cuts her off “shut up, valdés, you know exactly why you invited me over.”
then, she joins their lips together, sucking on juliana’s bottom lip like she had an hour ago, and it is just as glorious.
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AU: ceo!au
Prompt #34: “You keep me up at night.”
The company merge with the Kim’s has been nothing but hell and back for you. At this point, you’re practically living in your office cubicle. There are empty cups of coffee sprawled over your desk, a huge stack of folders yet to be looked through, and granola bar wrappers scattered around your keyboard.
Being the CEO’s personal secretary isn’t easy, and you’ve acknowledged this fact the moment you were hired. It’s a job that consists of many duties such as attending all the events and meetings the CEO is involved in, take notes from those events and meetings, answer phone calls, book client appointments, and the list goes on. At this rate, you’re surprised that you’ve kept up with all that’s been going on.
“Working outside business hours again?”
You glance at Doyoung and you can’t help but sigh. He has his coat on and he’s ready to head out. As for you, you’re still glued to your chair because you cannot leave until you finish everything.
“Working overtime? Yes. I am.” You frown. “As usual.”
“Does the big boss know that you’re working overtime?” You nod your head. “Geez, he really doesn’t care, huh? Look at you. You look like a mess.”
“Do I?” You panic.
He smiles. “You do. What do you think Mr. Dong Sicheng thinks when he passes by your office cubicle to see this mess on your desk?”
He reaches out to grab the snack wrappers and chucks them at your face. You groan, rolling your eyes at him.
“I’ll head out. Don’t stay out too long. Alright?” He ruffles your hair. “Text me when you arrive home so that I know you’re safe.”
“Yes, sir.” You bow your head and the both of you share a chuckle.
However, as Doyoung heads out and you finish up your work, you’re oblivious of a man sitting in his office, staring at you and Doyoung with jealousy.
You glance at the clock, reading the time and huffing out a sigh. There’s not much left for you to do, but it’s almost midnight and the energy you have left is insufficient. You start to rub your eyes, hearing someone clear their throat.
You pry your hands away from your face to see your boss, the CEO, Dong Sicheng. You flinch, flashing him a smile. “Sir, you’re still here?”
“You keep me up at night.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “You know that, right? That’s why I’m still here. What is keeping you from going home early?”
You bite your lip. “Sorry, sir. It’s just the merge that’s going on right now… it’s getting me swamped with work.”
You’re surprised when you see him start to smile. “You could’ve just told me. I could’ve helped you out. Tell me when things get too much, alright? I can spare time to help you finish.”
“Oh, no sir, I don’t want to bother.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugs his shoulders. He looks at his watch. “It’s getting late. Let’s call it a day. Grab your things, I’m driving you home.”
“Sir, I can take the train, I don’t want to bother—”
“And you think taking public transit at this hour is safe?” He cuts you off. You clamp your mouth shut and he smirks. “Thought so. Now, grab your things. I’ll meet you at the valet parking.”
“Alright, sir.” You bow your head. “Thank you so much.”
He starts heading out before stopping in his tracks. He turns back around and you look at him questioningly.
“Have you eaten yet?”
You shake your head. “I haven’t eaten dinner yet, sir…”
“Great.” He smiles. “I haven’t eaten yet either. Let’s have dinner together.”
“W-What?” You stutter.
He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m dropping you off, the least you could do in return is join me for dinner.”
“Ah,” you chuckle sheepishly. “Alright, sir.”
For a moment, you see his eyes trail down past your lips. You tilt your head in confusion. He clears his throat.
“I’ll meet you downstairs. But please fix your shirt while you’re at it.”
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Before you could even ask, he’s already gone. You glance down at your shirt and you let out an embarrassed gasp.
Two buttons on your shirt are undone, leaving a slight bit of cleavage.
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Dance With Me
Pairings: James Potter x Reader
Part: 1
Universe: Marauders Era
Type: Regency Era AU; angst, fluff, and eventual smut
Prompt: Well known doctor James Potter travels to small quaint Polish city in which he’ll be residing for the following months. Upon his stay at the city he meets quiet yet mischievous astronomy student [y/n] [y/l/n] that though pretending to feel nothing for him, keeps luring him into her playground games and chasing after her at the cost of lost friendships, rumors, and heartbreak.
WC: 2.4k
Request: pls.. pls spare us some more james potter smut.. im begging u.. the way you make a oneshot so interesting. That shit is beautiful man! U R GIFTED! ( if you want like a guideline to write; i rlly rlly rlly like it when y/n is the one being chased & playing push & pull w/ him
Song: Dance With Me- Anna Karenina soundtrack
A/N: Honestly you’ll catch me writing au’s from now on. btw anon sorry it’s a two parter, my writing has elongated lately.
“Girls, don’t run! Girls!”
Upon the arrival of Dr. James Potter to the small Polish city, the habitants had raised havoc in trying to meet the the young lad who like them created chaos in being one of the youngest doctors now in days. At sixteen he had helped a war solider who was rushed back to the English empire. Being told the wound was too grave, the man was given little hope of saving his limb. Once being notified of such, Dr. James Fleamont Potter had taken the next fairy to the certain location. Wherever he resided, James had worked up on a concoction that allowed for temporary anesthesia. Working his craft at arriving in the location he had saved the man’s limp from amputation and infection— causing for his name to be spread through the country and eventually the continent.
The girls from Elizabethan Academy had heard of his presence at the school. With teachers whispering about his presentation and nurses giggling amongst themselves that he, a prestigious man was going to help and teach them how to use new medicine; the girls found it upon themselves to be the first ones at the auditorium if they wanted a great view of the tall handsome man (or at least that’s what they were told.)
“[y/n] come on, leave the book. It’ll be just an hour.” Lady Nowak was the daughter of Sir Nowak, a well known accountant that due to his great character and personality was allowed into the world of higher class and held many options of spouse for both his daughters and sons. Given to her father’s reputation, Adeline or Nini held herself way too high, looking down on anyone she cared little for or didn’t find suitable.
[y/n] contrary to her close friend came from a family of aristocrats. Her grandfather being a well known one with such title, leaving his land, money, and businesses in the name of his children. Her father being the oldest had obtained two of each of those things mentioned, leaving for his own children enough for them and following generations. That is due to only having a son and two young girls, [y/n] the last one.
“Nini, I’m in the least interested in medicine.” She’d try to protest against her friend who kept on pulling on her sleeve. “It’s fine! Just go with me!” Nini herself didn’t care for medicine nor her studies, but her father had forced her to at least study a subject of her choice. The main reason as to why she was going, was obviously the will to look at the man they all claimed to be as handsome as Adonis, if not— then his competition.
Huffing with annoyance, the blonde strutted closer to her house guest. “Come before I tell father you leave bed after bedtime just to stay in the attic.” Stupid child, that was an empty threat [y/n] had allowed Nini to obtain just for the fun of it. If Nini was to tell on [y/n] her father would simply laugh it off, knowing [y/n] did so for not only her amusement but study choice. “I guess if that’s the case, then I must go,” [y/n] sarcastically sighed, closing the book she had her nose buried deep in. See, Adeline herself wasn’t that bright and if given some sort of extortion, she wouldn’t question its validity. She would simply smile it off in mischief and agree to use it against anyone. Even if she made a complete fool of herself.
Maybe, just maybe it was curiosity to see if this man was just as beautiful and smart as many gave out to say. So as both girls walked to the auditorium with small talk (Nini trying to imagine how handsome he was), both girls entered through the large wooden doors that led them to the fifth box. Like every other spot, the chairs there had become taken resulting in them to stand on the sidelines just to barely see the young brunette that had started his presentation not that long ago.
“Even if you’re told that professional medicine must not be for you, remember that if you tell y-“ That’s all [y/n] could care to listen to. Sure she hadn’t looked at him nor given him the chance to speak of his wisdom, but when [y/n] is dragged to places against her will when she could’ve perfectly spent it in the comfort of the Nowak’s garden reading Brontë novels, then there resides a problem.
Nevertheless whilst [y/n] found herself inattentive, James felt his intestines grumble and poke at his sides, eating away the layers of meat, fat, and flesh to simply escape their misery of nervousness. James himself was never a shy man. He could speak through his elbows if possible, but when the main reason as to why an auditorium is full of young women just to see his pretty face but not about his work, then what was the point of trying to pour his heart out if few to none where listening.
James knew if he suggested the idea of having them ask questions, it would result in many inappropriate starter ups that he had no energy to answer after his long ship ride to the city. With a sigh, he continued his talk until the hour he had came to an end.
Dreadful, really. [y/n] herself had perhaps finished a good amount of pages from her book by the time he was done talking and heard the rowdy girls unnecessarily applauding for his hour long babble. With a soft smile that though couldn’t express his frustration, he looked up the boxes just to see more girls look at him with heart-shaped eyes— like the ones in drawings made in the newspaper to advertise fake love potions.
Yet despite having all eyes on him, he found ones that didn’t even bother to flicker to see what all the commotion was about. They scanned the worn out yellow pages of the wool hardcover and ragged edges of the pages held by soft looking hands. Her face seeming unbothered by anything and everyone, and the curls at her front falling softly against her forehead. “Thank you, please…” As he continued mentioning his gratitude, from the corner of his eye- he could still make out the uniform clad figure that despite demonstrating her overly noticeable border, remained in the auditorium waiting for it all to be finished.
“Do any of you girls have any questions?” The way his chest collapsed at the sound of a mousey voice behind him, grabbing his shoulder to keep him in place and her wretched breath fanning against the nape of his neck, traveling to his nostrils. James held his breath as he turned to look at the older woman standing to his side as of now. [y/n] like him hated that comment, head aching and a harsh anger in her chest wanting to leave but knowing she couldn’t leave campus without Nini.
It didn’t take long for the students to raise their hands and demand his attention. Just by looking at them he released a groan not audible at all due to the loud chatter. “A few could do…” He’d softly comment, fingers interlocking behind his back as he walked back and forth answering the questions of those he chose only to be annoyed remembering how he had in depth talked about said topic. Not only that but most of the questions were out of context or simply made no sense, sure he was extremely thankful to those handful who actually listened for the sake of medicine and to those: he would remember.
The amount of hands didn’t seem to decrease and [y/n’s] patience itself was running thin, even though she paid very little to no attention, there was something she had been thinking about for a couple of weeks due to the news of how this ‘cure’ was massively increasing in the states. It seemed to even be a great new fascination in Europe itself in order to treat yellow fever patients. So as her gaze shifted towards those behind her and those with their hand up, [y/n] sighed softly before taking the opportunity to raise her own.
Many of the girls around her had their hand up in hopes of having answers to their nonsensical questions. Sure they’d scowl at her annoyed that one more would add themselves to the queue but what annoyed them most was how she had not paid any attention to his talk and the idea of letting him pick this ‘snob’ of a girl (the consequences of not wanting anything to get between your studies) would simply make their blood boil.
As always, what’s more satisfying than watching other suffer from anger?
James had grown extremely tired of the same repeated questions. The ones you write down in essays when you’re trying to both sound smart and make your paper lengthy. He considered cutting them off halfway if he begun to recognize the question or know the answer has been said before, so with another sigh as he looked up to see the same neutral expression as before have their hand raised, a smile crept upon his pink lips, teeth slightly showing.
“Yes, do you have a question, uh ma’am with the book in hand?” James’ cheeks begun to burn up hating how excited he had become with just the idea to hear your voice. Perhaps it was a generalized guess, but James believed you would be smart about your question and not ask how the anesthesia worked or how to sew up deep wounds. So as everyone in [y/n’s] box noticed no one but her had a book at hand, low groans and glares were directed her way. (Not like she cared either, she could tell he was starving for something new.)
Nodding as she held the book with both hands now, [y/n] opened her mouth ready for words to spew out- trying to ignore the hundredths of eyes laid on her. “Through the decade the practice of bloodletting has increased spreading through the European nation. Do you like many other doctors believe it's beneficial to those who are ill or like the other half, believe it’s not an ideal practice?” It was a simple opinion based question nothing as intricate but rather more different from the ones he’s been getting.
James didn’t have to smile with his lips to demonstrate how satisfied he was with that question, his gleaming eyes were enough to show all his emotions. “What a great question! Ah… yes great indeed. Given that this is opinion based, personally I believe it’s not efficient nor sanitary. There runs a high risk of excess of blood loss that can result to death and if utilizing unsterilized tools then infection is a major result. Splendid! What’s your name, dear?” Raising an eyebrow, [y/n] tilted her head slightly, staring him down further more. “[y/n], sir. [y/n] [y/l/n].” It wasn’t harsh nor soft, neutral as always. “I-I’d like to add that the tools utilized aren’t always the ones risking infection. Proper bandaging, clean up, and sanitary conditions of the ones performing it can also lead to the infections to occur. If leeches are being used, one has to make sure they’ve been grown in hospital facilities since brith and not simply swamp water leeches.” James’ eyes glimmered in the gas produced light, enamored by this girl’s knowledge and uncaring reactions to his own.
“Quite impressive, miss [y/l/n]. Is it possible you’re pursuing a career in medicine?” Her low chuckle and confident shake of head gave him enough, but even so she spoke. “Oh no, I’m far from interested in medicine. I couldn’t bare being exposed to diseases or let alone pestering patients claiming a self given illness… sorry, doctor— but my care for medicine is none existent.” Granting him one last glance, [y/n] collected her book once again reading where she had left off, leaving a concentrated James looking up at her, fingers rubbing at his chin as he tried to study her, but what could he possibly study when all he could think about was how interesting she was.
Clearing his throat and tearing his gaze from her, James smiled politely at the girls who had become silent throughout their minutes of conversation, intrigued by what know-it-all [y/n] shot his way. “I’d like to leave it off with that great question, I’m truly sorry to those who didn’t get to receive an answer, but I’d like to soak in such great thoughts.” He was obviously trying to gain [y/n’s] attention through the jealous glares of her peers. It was nothing she couldn’t answer with a roll of eyes as she kept her focus on the novel.
“Girls, please make sure to walk out safe- Girls! Girls be careful going down the stairs, please!” Poor, professors being ignored and the majority of girls made their way out of the building just to go back home. Adeline and [y/n] themselves waited until the box was cleared up so hoards of girls wouldn’t get hurt. The chatter of other girls coming to no importance to the [y/h/c] headed girl who kept trying to finish reading her book, that is until she heard the girls start to squeal and a strong presence stand in front of her.
As her head remained low and her expression of frustration was only seen by the book in-front of her, [y/n] slowly moved her book just to see the pair of blue eyes who had stared at her earlier. “Oh, it’s you…” She wasn’t trying to hide her words. With a nod, [y/n] straightened up to properly greet him. “I saw you reading throughout the whole presentation and just wanted to know what it was that you’re reading…” James tried to keep his composure like her or at least seem uncaring like her.
[y/n] showed him the cover of the book with a smile, “Quite childish, pardon me.” It was the works of Cervantes ‘Don Quixote’ after her parents made her study in Spain for a good while, she had created a list of popular Spanish books— book she wasn’t really allowed to read until now. “Oh, no! It’s rather magnificent. I see you’re reading an original Spanish version… um, I’ve actually read a German version but it came nowhere near the original.” Nodding at his words, [y/n’s] annoyance had shifted to that pleasure knowing someone was willing to talk about literature with her. “I agree! The English version in itself is nothing compared to this… I do hope I caused no offense with the lack of attention, in fact I was dragged here.” [y/n’s] eyes shifted to Nini who like the few girls that remained, only glared at her,
“Ah, so you had no plans on coming?” James was teasing as he held a playful smirk on his face, not counting on you to be even more blunt. “Of course not. Now, if you excuse me I’d like to go home. I’m hungry after all.” James smirk didn’t falter, a chuckle left his lips when nodding and moving aside to let her pass. Watching her every move from pulling Nini’s hand to walking out of the box.
How lovely to never know what she’ll respond with.
It wasn’t a long walk until both girls had arrived home, causing for Adeline to slap [y/n’s]arm and pout at the girl whilst making her way upstairs. “How is it fair that you who didn’t care at all for him not only got a questioned answer but made him go all the way up to the box just have a conversation that you cut short? It’s honestly not fair!” There was no way [y/n] was phased by her stupid tantrums, in fact she tried hiding the smile that resided behind her book and if it wasn’t become Mrs. Nowak came into the picture, she would’ve silently laughed it off.
“What’s wrong with her now?” Her mother questioned, untying the apron she ported demonstrating she was making dinner. “Please ask her during dinner.” Mrs. Nowak shook her head knowing [y/n] loved seeing Adeline get riled up over dumb things and this time, it was one of them (or so it was believed, it was simply the start).
As dinner had commenced and the chatter between the family continued, Mrs. Nowak remembered what had happened earlier when the girls arrived home. [y/n] who as always was reading her book on the table (almost done eating) and Nini who kept asking for things to her father; the older lady cleared her throat sitting up straight to look at her daughter. “Could you explain you earlier tantrum? Including that slap to [y/n’s] shoulder,” [y/n] tried to pay no attention but could feel her face muscle trying to form a smirk.
Adeline had an expression of feigned regret, that is until she slightly turned her head to see [y/n] fighting off her smirk. “It’s her fault! [y/n] didn’t even care for the presentation and Doctor Potter gave her all his attention! Attention that she even ignored.” Knowing well the other three were looking at her, [y/n] made sure her smirk never revealed itself. Placing her book down, the girl turned to a bratty Nini. “Maybe if you would’ve let me stay in the courtyard whilst you went to the presentation, then this wouldn’t have happened.” Shrugging and getting her book once again, Aleksy who enjoyed seeing Nini become angry, released a loud laugh just seeing how nonchalantly [y/n] responded to his sister’s acclamations.
“Adeline, please. Don’t make such big fuzz over a pretty boy. Doctor James in only here for a few months until the school year finishes. Don’t make him uncomfortable like the other girls already are.” Mr. Nowak himself wouldn’t want his daughter to be in the midst of rumors for being a pestering unwanted clingy girl. “It’s just not fair at all! [y/n] was extremely rude towards him and still he tried making conversation with him.” A pout resided on her thin lips and her cold arms crossed in front of her chest. “Is that so, [y/n]?” Mrs. Nowak turned to the girl smiling at the current adventure Don Quixote was having, ignoring the pesky buzzing coming from Nini’s mouth.
“Huh?” She’d question looking up with a soft smile, making Aleksy chuckle at her response. “Where you being rude to Doctor Potter?” Mrs. Nowak despite being strict with her children and trying to not be as harsh with [y/n], would always choose her children, so if something was bothering either of them concerting the young girl to her left, then of course she’d point fingers.
“Being blunt and honest about your thoughts on medicine and frustration on being dragged to something you’re now being attacked on, it’s rather not considered rude, Mrs. Nowak.” The older lady watched as [y/n] went back to her book, hating how every time something like this came, [y/n] was in no way caring for the thoughts of others. In reassurance, Mr. Nowak shot a glare to the young girl. “What have I said about honesty, [y/n]?”
“To not express it if it offends.”
“Well?”
“Forgive me but it was well obvious Doctor Potter felt no sense of offense. If he was then his facial expression would demonstrate it but his glimmering eyes were up for either a challenge or simply enjoyed the honesty to know I wouldn’t waste his time like he wasted mine.” Both Nini and her mother looked at each other before turning to the head of house who behind his glass of wine held a simple smile. Unlike his father, Aleksy blew a playful kiss her way to show how much he was enjoying these times.
Clearing his throat and pushing his chair back to symbolize the end of this dinner, Mr. Nowak coughed looking at them all. “A reminder that a welcoming ball for Doctor Potter will take place next Saturday. Start preparing for the night, and no [y/n]— you can’t stay home.” With a huff, she continued her reading.
The leading events to the ball were nothing but boring and routinely. If this ball was to change anything in this boring city, then hopefully it would be the entertainment within. So as both girls help each other with their hair in the coach, Nini idly talking of how wonderful it would be to be asked to dance.
Even if she wasn’t mentioning names, it was evident Nini was referring to Doctor Potter who became Aleksy’s medical school professor. At those news, Adeline kept on bothering and begging her brother to let her attend at least one class and be his assistant partner until he officially attained one, but knowing well what she was up to— Aleksy would decline her please and ask [y/n] just to bother his sister. Always received with a: “I don’t care.” From [y/n] who only wanted to be left alone whilst writing down her annotations.
“I’m sure you’ll get asked, Nini.” Smiling [y/n’s] way, the blonde looking straight forward as [y/n] fixed the pastel green gown that she had received not long ago. The sleeves of the dress puffing out and the train of it long not long enough to be stepped on. At least it wasn’t as uncomfortable like other dresses she’s worn so as long as she doesn’t find herself dancing, it’ll all be fine. Not like anyone was to ask her to dance.
At least that’s what she thought. Throughout the night [y/n] had politely decline everyone that asked to dance offering them a chat before pretending like she wanted to talk to someone important. That’s how the whole night went on, [y/n] avoiding everyone, some chasing after her, Nini dancing with those who asked but not satisfied knowing none of them were James. James that through the night of talking with aristocrats had kept an eye on her ever since she had arrived.
James had heard of how Lady [y/l/n] came to the city as a guest to the Nowak's whilst her father and mother administrated business they’d place in different countries— their most successful one in New England. Knowing so, he was aware that if her status was as high as claimed then, it’d be possible to see her everywhere he went. Righteously so, the moment she stepped foot through those wooden doors, his eyes never left hers and his blood only boiled when he saw anyone approach her. It was surprising how he came to be this way. Wanting to know everything over a young girl who cared very little for him or anyone around her.
It didn’t mean anything, so be it— if he had to chase after her for just a glance, then he will.
Seeing as she stood next to her blonde friend looking his way, James tried not to roll his eyes at the sight of her. “Excuse me for second…” He’d politely tell his companionship, striding towards [y/n] who kept looking at the dishes of food granted by the hosts. “Do you think their creme cheese shrimp is good?” [y/n] asked Nini who was jumping from excitement the moment she noticed James walk their direction. In moments when Nini was about to scold her for thinking of food, James had beat her to it. “Perhaps try the salmon crackers with creme cheese and caviar.” His husky voice made the [y/h/c] girl turn to look at him, having a piece of bread already in her mouth.
Adeline’s excitement began to falter seeing the young man smile towards her best friend’s way. [y/n] herself though was having a thrill, enjoying his persistence. “I don’t eat raw fish nor fish eggs.” Her voice soft as she took another bite of the bread in her hand. “Are you enjoying yourselves, ladies?” It would’ve been painfully rude to ignore Nini’s existence. “I will if I’m aloud to eat in peace.” [y/n] mumbled looking at the floor beneath her. Adeline nudged her friend making James chuckle lightly. “Lady [y/l/n] you’re so lucky I enjoy your persona! Would you mind giving me this dance?” His hand begun to stretch, a smile prominent on his plump lips, and his eyes bright enough as they stared into hers, believing he had finally gotten through her.
“What part of I want to eat in peace wasn’t clear, doctor?” His head tilted, she was even more blunt that their first encounter but even so his smile never changed. “I’m sure my friend here would love a dance with you. Isn’t that right, Nini?” Adeline didn’t even try to conceal her agreement, smiling at how his gaze turned to her, she failed to see his expression showing terror, but like the gentleman he’s to be, he took her hand in his— taking her to the dance floor in which they begun the ballad.
[y/n] had not only become annoyed by the guys that kept asking to dance even though she denied all of them, but by news she had received earlier that day. They weren’t entirely unpleasant— in fact she adored the idea, but what she didn’t appreciate was the way her parents just treated her like a rag doll and decided her whereabouts. “Don’t you think it was harsh?” Looking up from her sitting position, [y/n] stood up to greet her host. “Mr. Nowak…”
Chuckling he took a piece of bread from the table as well. “He’s only trying to be friendly [y/n].” Shrugging, she ate the last of her piece. “Even so, he’s getting in the middle of my feast and streak of rejection.” Looking towards his direction, [y/n] smiled seeing how miserable he looked whilst Nini talked his ear off. “Would you reject me if I ask for a dance?” Seeing his hand stretched out to her and a pout form on her lips, she shook her head. “I suppose I can’t deny you.” Taking his hand into hers, the two joined the dance floor, in sync with the others.
“[y/n], I adore my daughter but it’s convenient you’re the one who becomes closer to him.” As his hand rested on her hip and other held her hand, Mr. Nowak looked at the way Nini kept talking with the Doctor. “Why would you say so?” [y/n] questioned, the dance moving making her turn to see the unpleasant interaction. “I don’t want Adeline to have everything so easy without trying. We made the mistake of letting our children be spoiled but at least Aleksy is working hard to continue his studies and become a doctor of himself. Nini… Nini is just attending school until she can marry anyone who’d care for her. I just want her to continue an easy boring life— that’s what will happen if she tries to pursue Potter.
Laughing at his comment, [y/n] tilted her head looking at the man she danced with. “Are you setting me up for a well knit life, Mr. Nowak?” Her eyes comically closed as she laughed, her grip tightening a bit. “Is that so? I don’t think you want to do that.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, the accountant shook his head. “Of course not, dear. Both you and Potter would most definitely have an interesting life together. Do you really see him putting up with your snarky remarks all the time? Of course your smart mouth won’t even let him try and raise his voice at you. Don’t you think that’s exciting! Your life won’t be typical and arranged like everyone else’s in this room. Just look around, misery and hypocrisy. Don’t you think it’s tasty?”
That’s what drove her to Mr. Nowak, his mind was twisted by the desolation and despair. His advice always drove [y/n] to feel the rush of liberation, and his kindness kept sanity within her knowing that at least someone encouraged her strong stance and will to continue her own path. “Now do me a favor and go dance with him, dear.”
Bowing to each other as the dance was over, [y/n] strode to where Nini and James stood. The excitement and euphoria Nini was feeling became disgusting and obnoxious to [y/n], compared to James’ distress and frustration that she still kept him standing in the middle of the floor knowing well she was up for another dance.
“That was wonderful, Doctor! Where did you learn to dan—“ Nini had no chance in finishing her sentence as [y/n] stood beside her. Strong and determined, the girl only stared at him.
“Dance with me.”
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InkWizTober Day Twenty-Four: Dizzy + Round Table
Welcome to day Twenty Four! Wrote about Avalon! Warnings for traitors, blood, graphic depictions of violence, death, suicide mention, swearing, and dying thoughts of main character.
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The young wizard stumbles as they race down the dirt road, a hand pressed to their side. Things in Avalon were going bad.
Like bad bad.
The wizard trips over themself as they whip around the cobblestone hut by the roadside. Their scraped palms burn on the stones as they squeeze between the cut cliff of earth and the home. Small bursts of colors in the blackness of their desperately closed eyes were their only company as they tried to calm racing pulse and breath.
The young wizard listens as what sounds like the entirety of the Knights of the Silver Rose passes by, Queen Gwendolyn barking orders.
“Fucking cheater.” They find themself whispering once they’re sure their only company is the multitude of gross bugs they likely just shacked up with for the sake of a hiding place.
Sliding out of their hiding spot, the wizard takes off in the opposite direction, trying to stay on top of the large swath of tracks the knights left. The bright blue sky of Avalon was mocking them, and they wanted to stop to appreciate the juxtaposition, but they didn’t have time. Staying on the tracks, they went back to Abbey Road, quickly hiding outside the wall to shed their armor and cloak, leaving them in stained casual clothes that one would expect from a Ravenwood student.
Cursing, the wizard grimaces, moving their hand off of their side, and defacing their shirt with blood to make it unrecognizable, as well as coating their face and running their hand through their hair for good measure. It was a lot of blood, and they sway on the spot at the thought, but stumble and continue to move.
When they enter Abbey Road a few merchants shriek, though Prospector Zeke and his companion don’t spare a glance.
Barely having to fake their cries to disguise their voice the wizard speaks to the nearest merchant. “Please, the knights-”
The fox points them towards where they knew the knights’ headquarters are with no hesitation. “Most left- a hunt- but-”
The young wizard sprints, almost blacking out at the pain racing them up their side, ripping at the seams of their stab wound. They vault over the ruin of a wall, fuzziness crawling in their vision.
Doors still wide open to the headquarters, the wizard closes them, gasping in pain.
“Fuckin- Fucking traitor.” They bite out, grinding their teeth to prevent the groan of pain that tries to escape them.
They fumble around the table, before grabbing the parchment and quill Queen Gwendolyn had previously used to write out supply lists and battle plans. The young wizard begins to write, clumsy as their vision dims more and more.
They try not to fall asleep, and it reminds them of back on Earth, of babysitting young children who never wanted to nap, of arguing with their young siblings they practically raised themselves, who are going to miss them, miss their bedtime stories-
The Knights of the Silver Rose do not return to their headquarters until far after nightfall, the full moon lighting their way, though a few pyromancers light torches anyway. Their chainmail and plate armor betray their approach, loud alongside their conversations.
Their faces, the ones not hidden by helmets, are grim. A determination is set into every wrinkle, every haunted eye. A bad hunt always meant bad luck was on the horizon, and this one was no different.
When a scout races in the darkness towards them, panting hard, out of shape from their retirement, everyone else stands at attention. Still breathing hard, the scout simply waves a hand for the rest to follow.
They do, and are shocked by the find.
“They returned?” Sir Pike Del Lago asks incredulously.
“It appears so.” Queen Gwendolyn says dryly, her disdain clear enough to make some of the weaker willed knights shiver.
“They were bleeding, how did we not know-?” Sir Perry Gilliam sniffs the air, grayed jowls shifting.
“It matters not. Let us hope to find merely their corpse in the Abbey, and hope they did not sabotage our equipment.” The Queen replies, tone sharp as her blade.
A chorus of “Yes my Queen.” makes Queen Gwendolyn sigh and remember why things were much simpler in Dun Dara.
The merchants appear to have gone to bed, leaving only a few lit torches. The knights follow their queen, silent and tense.
The doors to the headquarters are closed, but unlocked, which leads Queen Gwendolyn to send back a glare to those in charge of staying back to guard the headquarters, the badgers in question whimpering slightly. The queen just huffs in disappointment, before pushing the doors open herself. She is glad that the room is not in disarray, but still finds herself dreading what lies before her.
The room is lit only by the full moon streaming in through the stained glass window, illuminating the slumped form of a small human in softly colored shapes. The queen steps forward, crossing the room swiftly to check the pulse of the poor creature.
Finding the human dead, Queen Gwendolyn sighs, but isn’t surprised. The amount of blood dripping off of their new round table is too much for the human to have been alive. At that point it was a blessing for them to have died.
In the middle of the Round Table, however, right at the base of the silver rose’s bloom, was a torn sheet of parchment, held in place by an athame with a bloodied handle. With the human’s hand clenched and reaching, it seemed to have been their last action.
Gingerly, the queen lifts the parchment up, letting the top of the page tear more once they recognize the handwriting.
My dearest Queen Gwendolyn,
You have a traitor in your midst. And no, it was not me.
She inhales, glancing back at the blood smeared human’s face and recognizing it.
Whether you believe this or not, do not betray emotion while reading it, for your own safety. He has been waiting for years, and was in on it with the late Sir Malory, having worked to orchestrate your husband’s death. I know it may be hard to realize, but he has been a traitor since he was given his title.
I don’t know the depth of his plans now, but they fully intended to kill your husband and usurp his thrown if the plan had not worked. He challenged me to a duel when I confronted him, and I couldn’t resist. I suppose my heroics are my end, as you warned me they would be.
He cheated. He betrayed even the sanctity of the battlefield, revealing how little honor he has. A coward- when I had the upper hand he even tried to bring me in on it, telling me he’d forgive me if I murdered you, my queen. He is the type to monologue, like most villains.
I’m sorry I was too brash. I insulted Pike Del Lago, and died for it, I suppose. I died for the cause. I died for nothing, because no one else will save Avalon if I do not, I died for nothing and I will be known as the second coming of Sir Malory. I’m dying right now and all I can think about is my little siblings, how I promised I’d come back, and now they’re going to be sitting up at night waiting for bedtime stories like I promised,
Im sorry my queen Im a coward a fool a dea d wizar d please forgive me and take my quest, save the spira l lik e I did, kill morganthe be the hero please plaese plese ple s pl
Queen Gwendolyn is breathing raggedly, blinking back tears. She is royalty, born and raised, and will not cry at the fact that a person’s last words are lost in the stain of their own blood. Back straight, she folds the paper neatly, slipping it into a breast pocket.
Turning around, she walks through the crowd of her knights. Once she has cleared them, she whips back around. “Well? Are you not coming? I will not hold a meeting over the corpse of a traitorous wretch.”
She leads them out into the grass, under the light of the moon. She remembers how the young wizard once pleaded with her to return to the war, how they did anything to please her.
“I cannot do this alone.” She repeats their words to her under her breath. Gwendolyn finds her paw reaching for her sword as the memory almost overtakes her, though the pleading face is replaced by one pressed into the very Round Table the wizard fought for, blood smeared and too rounded with baby fat to be that calm in death.
Gwendolyn wants to believe the wizard so badly. Wants to blame a man instead of a child. But she doesn’t know the full truth yet. She sees Pike Del Lago standing tall, laughing at the side of one of the younger recruits.
Pike had revealed the wizard as a traitor to the knights, had said they would be running away. He was the one who sent a mob after the wizard.
She doesn’t want either to be right, but only one can be. Either that, or both are traitors, and her heart cannot take that.
“My Queen, if I may, what was in that note?” Sir Guy Gascoigne asks, still hesitant to look her in the eye after all these years.
“It was a suicide note.” Gwendolyn responds, tone clipped. She settles on a ruin of a wall, idly noting the small bloodstain on it.
A few of the knights jeer at the fact, and Gwendolyn wonders just how jaded they have become after war. Or are they naturally cruel, as too many men seem to be? Do they, too, exist to cause pain, only to find it so much easier under the guise of lawfulness?
How many men here have the potential to stab her in the back and spit on her corpse as they spit on the corpse of the one wizard who saved them, gathered them?
“A shame, really. The wizard was skilled in battle.” Gwendolyn begins, “I doubt any of us could have truly beaten them in a fair fight.” She examines her claws, picking at some fur.
The knights silence at that makes her heart race. Will the plan work? Is there really the traitor right in front of her?
“Imagine- the one who defeated them in combat would have been a true hero, if the wizard were not such a coward. I would have likely given the one who bested them anything they asked- if I had not gotten the honor myself. Though, the wizard was a savior of worlds. I doubt we as an army could have taken them on, not without cheating. It is truly a shame they decided our world was not worth saving-”
“My Queen-” Sir Pike starts, his voice failing him.
“Sir Pike.” Queen Gwendolyn stood, approaching him, grabbing one claw in her delicate paws. “Truly, you have my thanks for outing the traitor in our midst, though I’m sorry to say that even you could not have fought them- they were-”
“I DID, my Queen!” Sir Pike begins to look almost excited, a cruel gleam to his eyes that she had never seen before shining in the moonlight. “I fought them- it was how I could warn the rest of their actions-!”
“Oh, Sir Pike!” Queen Gwendolyn feels dread and rage fill her system, pour down her spine. “What did they say when you battled?” She bats her eyes, riling the man up.
“They tried to stop me- told me I could never follow up Sir Malory-” Sir Pike trails off, stepping back.
Gwendolyn unsheathes her sword, then promptly resheathes it in between the plates of the knight’s armor and shell.
“That was for the young wizard.” She snarls, blood splattering her fur. Pulling out the sword, she finds the rage overtakes her, and she does not stabbing for a while yet.
It takes her knights pulling her off of the desecrated corpse of Pike Del Lago, her screaming about his cowardice, that she stops stabbing him.
#Wiztober2019#Wiztober#Inktober#Inktober2019#Wizard101#Writing#Gwendolyn#Queen Gwendolyn#Sir Pike Del Lago#sorry i used you bud but yknow. real coinkydink you were challengin artorius to a duel that same day#wizzy101#wiz101#w101
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anonymous asked:
Hi there! This is for the Jimin birthday week drabbles. "Tell me that you love me, that I'm always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you're all I remember." Thank you 💕💕💕
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Oh god this is the perfect sentence for Jimin let's be honest here...'Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.'
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jimin smutfest prompt? here u go!! "Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember."
anonymous asked:
Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.
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Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember. - pls❤️❤️❤️ #smutfest
➾ 12/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017
➾ well.... since you’re here, might as well read parts 01 and 02 first. this is the final part of this series.
➾ 4.2k
➾ warnings: mentions of non-con, unprotected sex, cumplay, cum eating, among others
The golf course is a dull, unexciting place- even though Jimin himself used to have an interest in the sport, after entering the world of shiny suits, glamorous watches and business deals, it became nothing but means to an end.
He resists the urge to run his fingers through his perfectly slicked back blonde hair as he follows his potential business partner, Kim Namjoon, to the next hole, twirling his club between his fingers as he watches him miss hit after hit. Over half a course left to go, and he has to put up this pathetic act of losing just so he can secure this deal.
The necklace that you’d returned him seems to be burning a hole from where it sits in his pocket, and ever since you left, he hasn’t let it leave his side. Hoping that maybe he if keeps it on him, the next time he sees you, he’ll have the courage to confess how he fucking needs you in his life, not just as a sugar baby, but as something more.
Ever since he’d met you, he’d definitely noticed a change in himself- he became a lot more easy-going, relaxed and cheerful- a far cry from his austere, no nonsense self that his company was used to.
Jimin lines up his club to take a shot, very aware of Namjoon’s watchful eyes on him. He switches the angle of his club at the last second, causing the ball to fly way off course, and attempts a nonchalant shrug in response, even as Namjoon pats his back in consolation.
“Not so good at this eh? I suppose we’ll have to discuss more deals at the golf club then!” The taller man guffaws, and Jimin smiles tightly back.
“Definitely, I could use more of your guidance, Mr Kim.”
“Oh not and all, you flatter me,” Namjoon reaches into the golf bag lying nearby for another ball to hand to Jimin. “Here, take another shot- oh wait, it seems like we’re all out.”
Jimin holds back a sigh of relief- at least this was coming to an end earlier than expected. But then Namjoon raises his hand and calls out for more balls, and of course the staff come running at his beck and call. He turns toward the driving range that seems to stretch on for miles and miles- rolling hills of green further than the eye can see- in an attempt to gather his composure.
“… never seen you before. You new here, miss?” Jimin manages to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence, his salacious, greasy tone sending shivers down his spine.
“Yes sir.” A strikingly familiar voice responds, and Jimin tenses every muscle in his body to keep himself from whirling around on the spot, instead opting to turn around naturally instead.
And he comes face to face with you, dressed in the staff uniform of a pink polo shirt and white tennis skirt, complete with a name tag and all. For a second, your gazes lock, and Jimin takes in a sharp breath, because you’re even more beautiful than he remembered, and more so now that you’re no longer his.
In the weeks that stretched on after you had left him in his office that day, he’d been too much of a coward to contact you first, but it looks like fate is on his side this time.
“Very nice,” Namjoon’s voice interrupts, and your eyes snap back to the taller man. “Would you mind taking care of us this afternoon? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing matters to attend to…”
Jimin can see the slight discomfort on your features as Namjoon’s eyes linger on your legs, left bare by your tiny little tennis skirt that stops above mid-thigh, and he suddenly feels enraged.
“O-of course sir,” you rush to comply, giving him a little bow as you pick up the golf bag on the floor and sling it onto your other shoulder. “It would be my pleasure.”
“No, I believe the pleasure would be mine, baby. You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?” Namjoon is getting bolder and bolder, empowered by his position of wealth and authority, and Jimin feels sick to his stomach hearing the other man call you such an intimate petname.
You’re struggling to maintain your professionalism, all while resisting the urge not to tug your skirt down over your thighs to shield them from his leery gaze, and it physically pains Jimin to watch you suffer in silence like this.
He clears his throat. “I think we should move on. There are other golfers waiting for this hole.”
He walks on ahead, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulders to force him to follow, and thankfully Namjoon complies. When they reach the next hole, Namjoon turns to you, holding out his hand for a ball which you produce almost immediately.
“Set it down for me will you sweetheart? My back is bothering me today.” Namjoon gestures to the little tee on the ground used to support the ball so that it can be hit from standstill.
You nod in reply, taking a few steps forward with the golf ball in your hand as you bend to place it on the tee, painfully aware of your short skirt and the two men standing behind you. Unfortunately, you can’t place the ball in position without bending over fully, and the weight of the golf bags on your shoulders makes it even harder.
Beside him, Namjoon whistles quietly at the sight of you bending over in front of him, nudging Jimin as the backs of your smooth thighs are slowly revealed. Your skirt rides up to flash them both a view of the white safety shorts underneath-they barely cover your ass, but still better than nothing. Jimin heaves a sigh of relief that at least some of your modesty is preserved, but the damage is done.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty little thing right there isn’t she?” Namjoon’s attention is entirely focused on your ass cheeks in your skirt, sounding a little disappointed when you straighten and they’re hidden from view. “Just a little more, and you can almost see her pussy.”
Jimin didn’t realise he was clenching his fists so hard till pinpricks of pain radiate through his palm, and he has to consciously remind himself that he can’t punch Namjoon in the nose. He has half a mind to tell him that he can shove that golf ball up his own ass, but then you’re already within hearing distance of them, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“There you go, Mr Kim,” you gesture for him to take his shot, and as he steps forward, you’re left standing side by side with Jimin.
“I… I didn’t know you were working here,” Jimin barely musters up the courage to start a conversation, painfully aware of the little amount of time he has before Namjoon rejoins them.
“Just started not too long ago,” your voice is cold and unemotional, and Jimin swallows hard to suppress the sudden ache that manifests in his chest.
“Ho-how are you doing? Are you okay? Is everything- are you getting by?” The moment the words leave his mouth, Jimin wants to take them back- this isn’t what he meant to say, because now it seems like all he’s concerned with is your financial wellbeing, when it’s so much more than that.
“I’m fine,” you tell him, even as Namjoon misses a shot. “Just doing what I have to get by.”
“_____, listen, I-“
“Well, that was a shame,” Namjoon exclaims as he strolls back leisurely, swinging his club. “Jimin, you should take a shot too! Sweetheart, help him set up the ball too would you?”
Jimin is about to refuse his offer, wanting to spare you the humiliation, but the alternative would be to leave you alone with Namjoon, and he’d rather get run over by a tractor than to stand by and leave you alone with that creep.
“Yes, help me out would you?” Jimin strolls to the spot Namjoon was occupying, making sure to stand slightly behind the tee so that he can block your figure from Namjoon’s leering eyes as you bend over to place the ball for him. “Thanks, _____.”
The way your name rolls off his tongue feels so right, and Jimin can’t help but relish the sound of it as he watches your reaction, remembering all of the other times he’d moaned it with his cock buried in your throat or pounding your pussy to no end. You nod back in reply, but Jimin doesn’t miss the way your bite your lip and rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and he turns to take his shot with a satisfied smirk.
You stay right by his side even as he turns away from you, unwilling to stand Namjoon’s company even for a second, and it does wonders for Jimin’s ego as he nails his shot perfectly.
Namjoon’s face is suddenly overcast with irritation and displeasure, but Jimin can’t bring himself to care especially when you clap your hands in pure unadulterated glee. He’s basking in your praise as you all move on to the next hole, and at this point the deal doesn’t even matter anymore, not when you’re right there beside him.
*
They end the course with Jimin just slightly ahead, and even though he knows it’s not exactly the best way to secure the deal, he still allows the win to stroke his male ego, especially in front of you.
You usher the two men into an air conditioned meeting room specially reserved for business only, promising to be right back with towels and refreshments.
Jimin settles back into his chair as he watches you leave the room, eyes fixed on the way your legs look in your skirt, resisting the urge to indulge himself in a fantasy of bending you over and flipping that skirt up. He remembers the way your ass looked all marked with his handprints, and even better, the way your pussy looked all dripping with his cum. But then he realises that Namjoon beside him is doing almost the exact same thing, and a scowl immediately settles itself over his features.
Luckily Namjoon mistakes this to be a look of concentration instead.
Jimin tries his best to force the image of his cock stretching out your pussy out of his head as he negotiates with Namjoon, playing the part of the well versed, no nonsense CEO that he knows best. He’s learned to compartmentalise his emotions when it comes to business, and thanks to this, the deal is signed and sealed in a matter of minutes.
“Well, that settles it then,” Namjoon stands and offers his hand for Jimin to shake, which he does.
“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr Kim. We look forward to working with you in the future,” Jimin flashes him a professional smile.
“Us too, Park,” Namjoon nods back, before adjusting the collar of his polo shirt. “If you don’t mind, I’ll just head to the washroom for a bit to freshen up, yeah?”
“Sure, go ahead, I’ll just be here,” Jimin dismisses him with a nod, pulling out his phone to attend to a few work emails while the older man excuses himself.
He must have lost track of time amidst the never ending flood of work in his inbox, but Jimin suddenly realises that a good twenty minutes have passed, and neither you nor Namjoon are back yet.
He pushes himself off his seat, heading for the door. Jimin decides to head for the small little bar to look for you first, since you said you’d be preparing refreshments. He passes by the washrooms on his way, but the sound of scuffling feet makes him stop in his tracks.
The sound is coming from the male toilets, and with his heart in his throat, Jimin pushes the door open violently, only to be greeted with Namjoon’s larger frame pushing you up onto the counter and forcing your legs open to accommodate him. His hands are under your skirt, and you’re kicking violently, arms thrashing, but the taller man is much stronger than you as he pins your body to the wall.
Jimin never thought it was possible to see red, always thought it was just a descriptive phrase, until this very moment.
He lunges forward, hands finding purchase on the older man’s collar as he hauls him off you, throwing him against the opposite wall as he sinks a fist into his cheek.
“Fuck, what the hell, Park?” Namjoon is rubbing his cheek as he struggles to regain his footing. “What’s your problem?”
Jimin ignores the older man as he turns to check up on you as you flip your skirt down to cover your bare thighs, pushing yourself off the counter.
“Man, if you wanted in too, you could’ve just said so. No need to punch me in the face. I’ve shared girls before, no big deal.” Namjoon chuckles from behind him, and Jimin decides he’s had enough.
“Listen, you sick bastard. I don’t care what you do with other girls, but you chose to mess with the wrong one today.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair as he takes a step towards him. “Get the fuck out of here. And our deal’s done. Contact my legal team with regards to the compensation.”
Without even waiting for the other man to react, Jimin turns to reach for your hand, grabbing it and tugging you to follow him.
“Jimin- wait- fucking hell, where are you taking me-“ Jimin doesn’t relent as he grabs his keys from the valet, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door. He pushes you into the car in what can only be described as both gentle yet firm at the same time, and he doesn’t pause till he seats himself in the driver’s seat and locks the door.
“Jimin, wh-“
“What the fuck did he do to you?” You’ve never seen Jimin this enraged before, and it’s starting to scare you a little. His eyes, normally a soft, azure grey, are now swirling storms of pewter. “Answer me!”
“He- he cornered me in on the way to the meeting room and dragged me to the male toilets, and-”
“Where. Did. He. Touch. You.” Jimin’s voice is deathly calm, emphasizing every syllable, and his gaze pins you in place.
“It’s nothing, he just tried to finger me, and-“
Jimin suddenly reaches across to flip your skirt up, and though the action startles you a little, it doesn’t disgust or repel you unlike with Namjoon. Your bare thighs are exposed to his gaze, and he slides his palms up your skin, spreading your legs, but his touch isn’t fuelled by lust or desire.
His fingers trail over the bruises left on your inner thighs, and Namjoon’s left marks all the way up till the crotch of your underwear. Your safety shorts are almost completely ripped through, and the lace of your panties are torn.
“Fucking bastard.” Jimin swears, the fury in his voice entirely contradicting the gentle touches of his fingertips as he strokes your skin. Jimin’s touch lingers on your skin just a little longer as if trying to erase the violet marks, but then he suddenly jerks back, eyes wide in apology.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like this, especially after-“
“It’s fine, Jimin,” you grab his hands and tug them back toward you. “I don’t mind. Not when it’s you.”
He freezes in place as he takes in your words, before allowing his hands to rest on your thighs again. Jimin caresses your upper thighs with the utmost reverence, and it’s the most intimate moment you’ve shared with him thus far, with just his hands stroking your skin over the ugly bruises.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin finally says, glancing up at you to meet your eyes. “I should have stopped him right from the start, when he called you that name.”
“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you tell him, shrugging a little, because it’s common to receive such male attention especially at a club like this, and with a uniform like this too. But the encounter with Namjoon in the bathroom has shaken you up more than you’d like to admit.
Having Jimin’s hands on you again, after all this time is making your heart flutter in your chest in what you recognise as the warning bells that you’d tried so hard to ignore. But this time, you don’t feel like running anymore, not when you’ve already lost him, not when you don’t have anything to lose anymore. “Jimin, actually, I wanted to tell you that I-“
But Jimin stops you with a finger to your lips, because he’d promised himself that the next time he saw you, he would tell you everything, and he can’t let this chance slip away.
“I love you, _____. I fucking need you in my life, and I don’t think I realised just how much until you left. I know I’m shit at expressing my emotions, but somewhere along the way in this no strings business deal I did exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do- I fell in love, and I fell in love with you.”
Silence envelopes the tiny space between you and him inside his car, and you’re reeling at his confession, struggling to find the words to reciprocate. And it’s hard because all this while you’d never thought that this would be in the realm of possibility, and now that it’s happening, it feels so surreal.
“It-it’s okay, you don’t have to respond.” Jimin clears his throat, and draws away from you. “This is way more than you signed up for, and definitely not in our original contract, so…“
Jimin is resorting to what he knows best- the language of business where everything is black and white.
“I think you should drive.”
“Wh-what?” Your sudden unexpected response has him taken aback.
“I told you that I’m always yours, remember? And I meant it, in the exact same way,” you smile back at him, feeling your heart click into place as you take in his mussed blonde hair, pillowy lips, and dove gray eyes.
Jimin pauses for a moment to collect himself, and then places his hands on the steering wheel as he starts his engine. He glances down at your exposed thighs before meeting your gaze with a smirk.
“Better flip your skirt down baby, don’t want others looking at what’s mine.”
*
It’s like déjà vu all over again as Jimin presses you up against the door of his bedroom, too impatient to open the door as he leaves kisses all over your neck. But this time it’s different, this time you are meeting as equals, and it makes all the difference.
Jimin slides his hand down to your ass, palming over your skirt as you reach behind you for the doorknob.
“Jimin… wait a second, I’m trying to open the door…”
“Fuck, can’t wait baby, let’s just fuck right here,” he breathes in your ear with his arm wrapped around your waist, trying to tug you down onto the floor with him.
“Don’t want rug burns,” you murmur in protest as his hand on your ass slides around to the front, dipping into your lace panties just as you manage to open the door. “Fucking finally, you need to get better doors.”
He lifts you up, and your wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you onto his bed before covering your body with his immediately, as if not being able to stand a second without his skin touching yours. Jimin fiddles with the button on your skirt, pausing in his ministrations to look up at you.
“You sure you’re okay with this? After…” His eyes soften as he tries his best not to look at the bruises on your inner thighs.
“I’m sure,” you smile and pull him down for a kiss, and it does the job to bury all his uncertainty, especially when you grind your hot centre up into his bulge.
“It’s been too fucking long, need to feel your pussy,” Jimin tugs your ruined underwear down your thighs, kissing each inner thigh in the process. “I’ll eat you out later, princess.”
You reach for the zipper on his jeans, tugging it down along with his underwear. His cock is already rock hard and weeping with precum, and your mouth waters at the sight of it. Jimin catches your hungry gaze, smirking at you as he strokes himself leisurely.
“Later baby, later I’ll let you suck my cock, but right now I want to stretch your pretty pink pussy, will you let me do that?”
You can only moan in response, spreading your legs to show him your drenched slit. “Bare?”
“Do you want me to use a condom?” He responds with his head hovering near your pussy, and you can almost feel his searing heat.
“No, no condom, just want you,” you murmur with your hands on his ass, pulling him in toward you, and he obliges as he sinks in balls deep.
Your walls clenching around him has him in throes of ecstasy as he bites his bottom lip. Jimin cups his hands around your hips to tug you onto his cock, making sure that his balls rest snugly against your clit.
“I won’t last long, princess, your pussy is so tight for me,” he works his way in and out gingerly, and every ridge of his cock strokes you just right, rubs you raw on the inside. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
The thought of him needing to spill his load with just a single stroke inside you makes your heart sing, and you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him. “It’s okay baby, just come for me, hmm? Wanna feel you lose it inside me.”
Jimin pulls his weight back to rest on his knees so that he can get better leverage as he thrusts, making sure to bottom out every time. He can already feel his cock leaking copious amounts of precum in your pussy, and the throbbing in his balls tells him that he’s about to cum, and soon. Your walls just feel too good around him, and every instinct in him is telling him to cum deep inside you, replace the touch of every single man who came before him.
His thrusts are sending you further up the bed, leaving you out of breath as you feel him nudge your cervix. “Tell me that you love me.”
“I- fuck, I love you. So fucking much,” he gives a deep thrust that makes you clench around him.
His thumb slides over your slippery clit as he begins to lose his steady rhythm, and you can feel him struggling to hold back his orgasm. But you clench around him harder, massaging his cock with your walls and intending to milk him dry, so he doesn’t stand a chance.
“Tell me that I’ll always be your baby, then cum deep inside me, so that you’re all I remember.”
Jimin’s breath hitches as he desperately chases after his high. “You’re always going to be mine, princess, now and forever. Fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming, you ready for it?”
“Yes,” you claw at his back in an effort to get him deeper inside you. “Fuck yes, cum inside me.”
Jimin spills his seed deep inside with a loud grunt, and the resulting wetness that seeps out around his embedded cock is something you’ve never felt before. He makes sure to stay deep inside you as he spurts, and you can feel every single rope of cum in your pussy as you lay there, filled to the brim and content.
His weight on your body is comforting, and you stroke his back as he drifts down from cloud nine. You’re content to let his softening cock stay seated inside your full pussy for as long as possible, but Jimin has other ideas.
Pulling his cock out, he quickly lowers his face to your pussy before his cum can start to drip down your slit, catching it with his tongue as he begins to lap at you. Jimin spreads your lips to get at your clit, rough licks pushing you further toward the edge. Placing one hand on your inner thigh, he uses the fingers of the other to fondle your clit as he redirects his tongue to your cum drenched slit, and the sight of him licking his own cum from your pussy is so hot that you can’t help but hit your orgasm, causing more of his semen to leak out of you as your walls clench around nothing.
Jimin gives little kitten licks to help you through the aftershocks, then sits back to watch your pussy clench as you slowly relax.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” you can only gasp as you reach for him, and he nuzzles his face into your breasts
“Told you I’d make it up to you,” you can feel his smirk against your skin, and you pinch him lightly in retaliation.
“You’re too impatient, Park,” you tell him with a smirk of your own. “After all, we do have the rest of forever.”
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