i think the teacher is the sick one here

les amis as things my writing teacher has said
  • Enjolras: For this prompt, don't write about cis men. Don't do it.
  • Courfeyac: We should have a walk like a t-rex day where everyone in the school walks like a t-rex.
  • Combeferre: The computer science class is exploiting me.
  • Jehan: Adverbs are very pretty much not your friends. See what I did there?
  • Grantaire: Does anyone else think life is just one sick joke? I feel like God is punishing me.
  • Joly: I went to Stanford for psychology and was an overachiever. Now look at me.
  • Bahorel: D-A-D-D-Y is here. See? I didn't say it that time because you guys yell at me.
  • Feuilly: If I won a million dollars I would reform the school so they could pay teachers more.
  • Bossuet: Hey guys? You need to stop talking.
  • bonus:
  • Eponine: I thought you were my bae but you're just a weirdo.
  • Marius: Our printer can't do anything right. I feel like it's a metaphor for me and ultimately this class.
  • Cosette: Who was writing about the angels? This is good. Oh it's a ten grader.
  • Muischetta: Guys are weak and easily manipulated. Take care of them. They're children. Poor things.
  • Montparnasse: *shouts loudly as he exits the school building in front of a group of children* MOTHERFUCKER!

feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Would you like to stay for dinner? ❜
  • ❛ Would you like to stay forever? ❜
  • ❛ My children never caused such trouble. They all became acupuncturists. ❜
  • ❛ No! Your great-granddaughter had to be a cross-dresser! ❜
  • ❛ The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty. ❜
  • ❛ They’re gifts, to honor the family. ❜
  • ❛ The greatest gift and honor… is having you for a daughter. ❜
  • ❛ My little baby, off to destroy people. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve heard a great deal about you. ❜
  • ❛ My powers are beyond your mortal imagination. ❜
  • ❛ Oooh! All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! ❜
  • ❛ Make a note of this: dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow. ❜
  • ❛ I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before. ❜
  • ❛ Then you’re gonna have to trust me. And don’t you slap me no more. ❜
  • ❛ Okey-dokey, let’s get this show on the road! ❜
  • ❛ The truth is, we’re both frauds. ❜
  • ❛ Your ancestors never sent me, they don’t even like me. ❜
  • ❛ What? What do you mean you’re not lucky? You lied to me? ❜
  • ❛ And what are you, a sheep? ❜
  • ❛ I will never pass for a perfect bride. ❜
  • ❛ Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart. ❜
  • ❛ Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? ❜
  • ❛ Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? ❜
  • ❛ Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. ❜
  • ❛ When will my reflection show who I am inside? ❜
  • ❛ One family reunion comin’ right up. ❜
  • ❛ Okay, people, people, look alive. ❜
  • ❛ Rise and shine. Y'all way past the beauty sleep thing, trust me. ❜
  • ❛ Great. She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, get outta there! You gonna make people sick! ❜
  • ❛ Now remember, it’s your first day of trainin’, so listen to your teacher and no fightin’, play nice with the other kids, unless, of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kid’s butt. ❜
  • ❛ But I don’t wanna kick the other kid’s butt. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t talk with your mouth full. Now let’s see your war face. ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover. ❜
  • ❛ The Huns are alive! They’re in the city! ❜
  • ❛ You don’t belong here. Go home.  ❜
  • ❛ I saw them in the mountains. You have to believe me! ❜
  • ❛ Why else would I come back? ❜
  • ❛ My, what beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one’s late. But I’ll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all. ❜
  • ❛ I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me! ❜
  • ❛ No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it. ❜
  • ❛ I liiiiiiiiiive! ❜
  • ❛ I… ring the gong. ❜
  • ❛ You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. ❜
  • ❛ You’re king of the mountain! ❜
  • ❛ I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy. ❜
  • ❛ Well, he doesn’t talk about me much. ❜
  • ❛ I can see why. The boy is an absolute lunatic. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve a girl at home who’s unlike any other… ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, the only girl who’d love him is his mother. ❜
  • ❛ My ancestors sent a little lizard to help me? ❜
  • ❛ Hey! Dragon. Dra-gon, not lizard. I don’t do that tongue thing. ❜
  • ❛ My little baby’s all grown up and… and savin’ China. You have a tissue? ❜
  • ❛ That was vile! You owe me big. ❜
  • ❛ I never want to see a naked man again. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, don’t look at me, I ain’t biting no more butts. ❜
  • ❛ Looks like you’re all out of ideas. ❜
  • ❛ Insubordinate ruffians! You men owe me a new pair of slippers! ❜
  • ❛ And I do not squeal like a girl. ❜
  • ❛ Urgent news from the General. ❜
  • ❛ Citizens, I need firepower. ❜
  • ❛ Um… You… You fight good. ❜
  • ❛ Ah, you ain’t worth my time, chicken boy. ❜
  • ❛ Say that to my face, you limp noodle! ❜
  • ❛ Let’s get down to business. ❜
  • ❛ Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons? ❜
  • ❛ Mister, I’ll make a man out of you. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll get that arrow, pretty boy, and I’ll do it with my shirt on. ❜
  • ❛ They popped out of the snow, like daisies! ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need anyone causing trouble in my camp. ❜
  • ❛ Does this dress make me look fat? ❜
  • ❛ You missed! How could you miss? He was three feet from you! ❜
  • ❛ It is an honor to protect my country and my family. ❜
  • ❛ I know my place! It is time you learned yours. ❜
  • ❛ I’m doomed! And all ‘cause Miss Man decides to take her little drag show on the road. ❜
  • ❛ A single grain of rice can tip the scale. ❜
  • ❛ Just because I look like a man doesn’t mean I have to smell like one. ❜
  • ❛ Man, you are one lucky bug. ❜
Bloody Nose

Summary: An unexpected noseblood during class strikes up an immediate friendship with no other than Reggie Mantle.

Word Count: 2,220.

A/N: Honestly, I’m utterly in love with Reggie by now. This was a complete blast to write and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! (also yes i’m very well aware that that’s a zach gif and not reggie one, oh well)

Originally posted by knightlley

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the equation of love (pt. 9)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 10,899

→a/n: this is not the last part! pt 10 will be the finale

“I. Will. End. You.” Professor Lee’s words still played in my head like a song on repeat, reciting the mantra until it was engraved in my heart and plummeting it even lower in my chest.

Despite having Yoongi back in my life, I was more anxious and on-edge than I had ever been. Not only had he punched one of his students at an overcrowded frat party, but we’d also been threatened to be exploited by the one woman who knew our secret. I didn’t know what kind of connections Professor Lee had, but I didn’t doubt her threat for one second. I wouldn’t even put it past this lady to have ties to the president, what with all the gossiping she did.

Once she stormed out of the classroom that day, Yoongi and I had been stunned to say the least. After dodging some pretty evasive questions from Professor Park – I can see why she and Professor Lee were friends; both ladies just loved to talk – Yoongi and I parted ways upon exiting the room just to be safe. We didn’t want to give people another reason to suspect anything. But rest assured, our inboxes were blowing up with text messages from each other panicking and trying to figure out a plan (well, Yoongi was trying to figure out a plan; I was the one doing most of the panicking). But since neither of us knew what to expect from that wild card of a woman, it was difficult to come up with something of any substance that would be useful.

Until then, I was left to keep to myself as I lived in constant fear of what would happen next. It also didn’t help that I was currently walking around campus and skeptically avoiding the copious stares that were thrown my way. They seemed to follow me everywhere – through the dorm hallways, around the bookstore aisles, down the campus sidewalks. I shifted my head towards each pair of eyes I met, greeting them with the same frown that they were giving me.

Though I suppose my paranoid brain could’ve been fooling me, I knew that that wasn’t the case this time, and I couldn’t help it as my eyebrows set in confusion. Had Professor Lee already gone through with her threatening promise of “ruining” me? Why would a university so large that no one really paid attention to anyone suddenly have their attention on me? I had never caught the eyes of so many nameless students in the crowd before.

Since none of them wanted to approach me and say whatever was on their mind, all just choosing to stare from the shadows instead, I decided to just shrug it off and continue on my way to the school’s seminar. It was mandatory for all students to attend, but the time slots were arranged by last name, so most people went at different times throughout the day. The meeting for the first letter of my last name just so happened to be starting right now, so I looked down at the ground and hid my face behind my fallen hair as I quickly headed towards the huge auditorium.

The 3,000-seat room was already teeming with students by the time I finally arrived, chatter illuminating the space around me and easing my anxiety that had been steadily rising on the way here. As my eyes scanned the rows for an empty place to sit, I felt the few people who weren’t deep in conversation watching me, boring a hole into my skull until I started to physically heat up and itch under their pointed gazes. I finally spotted an empty chair in the back row and made my way up to it, setting my things down and instantly digging through my purse in complete disregard for everyone and everything in the room. Usually seminars were nothing but long lectures telling you nothing but information that you already knew, so I was already preparing myself for the hour of boredom that would soon overcome me.

What I wasn’t expecting though was to hear a familiar voice crack over the microphone, tone sickeningly sweet in my ears after clearing her throat. “I would like everyone to settle down and find their seats now. I want you all to be able to give your full attention during this… eye-opening seminar today.”

I felt my stomach sink to the floor at the sound, but as soon as I tore my eyes to the front of the room to find the owner of those words, my throat went dry and my body froze over from the sight in front of me.

There, displayed on the giant screen for everyone to see, was a picture of me and Yoongi.

I couldn’t believe my eyes; this couldn’t be happening. I had to be dreaming. I rubbed my eyes, blinking furiously before fixating back on the screen at the front of the room.

It was still me and Yoongi, clear as day. We were standing mere inches apart, seeming to be in conversation about something in the middle of his classroom. We weren’t touching or showing any signs of romantic relations, but it didn’t matter. Why would anyone have a picture of us on display in a mandatory seminar for the whole school to see? Who could even begin to have the ability to do such a thing?

And then it hit me, the answer standing underneath the raised screen with a wicked smile curling on her lips, her arms folded over her chest and her eyes glinting devilishly right back at me: Professor Lee.

What?!” I couldn’t help but screech out, though it wasn’t like I could be heard over the chatter that flooded through the room anyways.

Professor Lee seemed to understand me well enough; she just grinned even wider, tapping the toe of her high heels against the floor with a look of triumph across her features. Before I knew it she was talking again, though my rapid mind was only able to catch bits and pieces of what she was saying through the chaotic thoughts that roared within me.

“For those of you who may be confused about what you see, let me explain in three simple words that will be the subject of our discussion for the next hour: student-teacher relationship.”

Oh my god, I think I’m gonna be sick.

“That’s right, there is a student-teacher relationship happening right here in this very university.” Professor Lee’s charming smile contrasted vastly with the wicked bile she was spewing from her mouth. “It was kept hidden under each and every one of your noses, buried beneath all the lies and deceptions used to fuel the fire, keeping it alive until it burned down this school.” Her tone was laced with malice, and when her eyes found mine in the crowd and stared straight into my soul, there was nothing in them but the look of pure hatred. “And those two people are Professor Min Yoongi and (Y/F/L/N).”


I instantly leapt out of my seat as I felt the vomit threaten to rise over the edge, not even sparing anyone a second glance as I fled down the row and out the door faster than I’ve ever ran before. Screw this meeting; I was convinced everyone at this entire school was crooked, and I was more than willing to accept the consequences of missing something that was quote on quote “mandatory”. I didn’t give a shit at this point – they could kick me out for all I care. Anything would be better than having to put up with this. Just how far had Professor Lee gone in order to pull this off and get a seminar approved for the entire school to attend? How much farther was she willing to go?

I didn’t think I wanted to wait and find out.

All I knew was that I was crying, crying, crying as I felt the weight of the world crash down around me. The harsh reality of what was happening – that we were getting exposed to every single student at this entire school – hit me like a ton of bricks until I felt like I couldn’t breathe, bringing me to my knees and crumbling me on the ground of the plush green grass off to the edge of the sidewalk. I was almost too shocked to think – was this actually happening right now? – before I was digging through my bag and fumbling to call the one person I knew I needed most.

I waited with a pounding heart upon dialing Yoongi’s number, the organ pumping on overload inside my chest so loudly that I heard it ringing in my ears and pulsing through my veins. Come on, pick up pick up pick up!

“Hello?” I heard Yoongi’s angelic voice sound from the other end, instantly making my breath lurch forward in my throat.

“Yoongi!” I blurted out, making sure no one was around before I let myself fully unleash the wrath that I had boiling over inside of me. “Oh my god, Prof–”

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t talk right now,” he interrupted in a hushed tone. “I’m with a class. But it’s about to end soon, so I’ll call you then,” he reassured me.

“But Professor Lee–!” I hurried to get in, but it was too late. The line had already went dead.

“Fuck!” I cursed out loud, trying to focus on clearing my vision and not having a panic attack as I quickly stood up and started pacing down the sidewalk and through the middle of the courtyard. Thousands of different emotions were flooding through me at once, but the two that seemed to stick out the most were sadness and pure, blinding rage. “I’m going to fucking kill that bitch!”

I let the cool autumn breeze whip across my face as I walked, taking in deep breaths to steady the catastrophe that was brewing through me. I looked down at my phone to quickly type a text to him, and it was then that I felt myself run into something.

“Ow!” I heard a voice let out in front of me. Make that someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I started to say, tearing my eyes from the screen to look up at the person I had bumped into. But after I did, I quickly regretted it, wanting nothing more than to be able to disappear; it was Junwoo.

I immediately recoiled, taking a large step back and shifting my body away from his in disgust as I looked him over with cold, angry eyes. “You,” I hissed venomously.

“(Y–Y/N),” Jun stuttered out my name, his eyes turning as wide as saucers once he registered it was me who was standing before him. “I–”

“Get the fuck away from me,” I interrupted him in a low voice, glaring so hard that if looks could kill, I was sure he’d be dead right now. I started to move around him to walk away. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry!” Jun called out, grabbing my wrist in his hand to pull me back.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me!” I screeched, yanking myself out of his hold and looking at him in bewilderment. “Don’t think just because I was drunk I don’t remember what you did. How could you?!”

“I’m sorry, I was completely wasted!” He defended feebly, a look of pain etched across his features. “I– I don’t remember much. Only that I hurt you.”

“You’re damn right you did,” I gritted my teeth, unable to keep the suppressed anger at bay from everything that had happened today as I moved forward, only stopping once I was inches from his face. “You sexually assaulted me, Jun! If it would’ve gone any farther, you would’ve raped me!” I couldn’t stop myself as I shoved my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me and making him stumble back on the pavement. “You disgust me,” I spat, grimacing at him one last time before starting to walk away again.

Only this time, it was I who halted my own steps, not he. My palms prickled with a nervous heat that began to spread like wildfire, starting at the base of my spine and creeping up to the back of my neck. In my blinded fury, I had forgotten the most important part: had he seen Yoongi at the party?

No, he couldn’t have; he would’ve said something about it as soon as he saw me. Unless of course he did see him and had just forgotten; he did say he didn’t remember much from that night, after all. Whatever the case may be, for the first time I found myself grateful that he had been intoxicated that night. I needed to keep him away from anything that might trigger his jumbled memory in any way.

“Have you been to the seminar yet?” I heard myself ask, spinning around and looking at him with false curiosity. I fought the urge to bite my lip, something that I always did when I was nervous.

Jun just stared back at me, alarm and confusion written all over his face from my sudden change in attitude. “N–no, not yet. I was on my way there now,” he explained, raising both of his eyebrows and pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the building I had just came out of.

“Don’t go!” I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out as soon as he’d spoken. Despite my sigh of relief from his answer, my outburst had him eyeing me warily, and I felt myself wince at what I knew I had to do. I gulped down the hatred and animosity I had towards him before taking a brave step forward.

“I want to talk to you about what happened,” I lied, inwardly praising myself for my acting skills as I offered him a small smile. “Over coffee.”

He continued to stare back at me in disbelief, his eyes wide and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Y–yeah, sure! That’d be, uh, that’d be great,” he managed with a chuckle, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck. “How about after the seminar? It’s just that my time slot is right now, and I know it’s kind of mandatory, so…”

“No!” I quickly protested, going against my better judgment and latching onto his arm. “I don’t have time after.” While he still continued to stare at me in a daze, I started to move us forward towards the coffee shop. “I’ve been to it already anyways, and it’s stupid. You don’t wanna go–”

“Cheating on Min Yoongi already?” I was suddenly interrupted when a student I had never seen before passed by and sneered at me. She was walking away from the auditorium, her book bag on her shoulders as she glanced at us. “I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think he’s your type,” she scoffed, nodding her chin towards Jun. “He’s not a professor.”

I froze at her words, watching her disappearing form as she snickered to herself. “Slut,” I could just barley hear her mumble under her breath, but it seemed to play back in my head just as loudly as the rest.

I felt my throat close up, twisting my esophagus until all circulation of breath was cut off and I was choking on the lack of air that filled my lungs. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak – hell, I could barely breathe at this point. The only thing I could do was recite the mantra that was repeating in my mind over and over again until my vision was clouded and all I could see was red: no.

“What?” Jun sounded from beside me, but it was as if my head was underwater, unable to register what was happening until it was too late. “What is she talking about…” He trailed off, and I could practically hear the wheels turning in his mind as he worked to put together the missing pieces that his intoxicated brain had caused him to forget.

It happened too slow, it happened too fast; it happened all at once, and either way I didn’t have time to stop it.


And then he was grabbing my arm, yanking it in his hold and dragging me towards the mathematics building no matter how much I struggled to get away. I felt myself tripping over my feet, even using my other hand as I desperately tried to stop him and pry us apart. But it was no use. If I had learned anything from Saturday night, it was that Jun was definitely stronger than me.

It wasn’t long before we were in front of Yoongi’s classroom, and the boy who held me captive completely ignored the trickle of students that were still leaving as he burst through the door and threw me inside.

“Whoa,” Yoongi tensed up when he saw us, immediately on guard and barely getting a chance to shut the door behind the last student before all hell broke loose.

Jun was on him in a matter of seconds, immediately shoving his chest and causing him to stumble back against the wall. It took Yoongi a few moments to realize what had happened before he was frowning, anger coursing through his veins and surging him forward as he shoved Jun’s chest right back.

It all happened so fast that it was hard to register what was going on in front of me. Soon Jun was winding back his arm and swinging full force with a punch that Yoongi somehow managed to dodge with his quick feet and smaller frame. I watched in horror as deja-vu from the night of the party started to unravel before my very eyes, Yoongi balling his hand into a fist and hooking his arm back in a punch that would’ve landed right against Jun’s jaw had I not leapt forward first.

“Stop!” I cried, lodging myself in between them. I faced towards Yoongi, placing one hand gently on his chest and the other on the flexed muscle of his arm. “Both of you, stop!”

My presence seemed to calm Yoongi; he visibly relaxed under my touch, easing his tense stance and hesitantly lowering his arms.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jun practically foamed at the mouth, jolting forward but unable to reach Yoongi from behind me. “Professor Min?!”

“You have some nerve, you piece of shit,” Yoongi hissed, protectively grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him. “I could have you expelled for sexual assault!”

Me?!” Jun shouted, a crazed look dancing like fire in his eyes. “I’m the one who could have you fired, you fucking pedophile! (Y/N), get away from him!”

“Excuse me?” I scoffed as I stepped out from  behind Yoongi and put my hands on my hips.

“She’s not going anywhere near you,” Yoongi spat, holding his arm out to keep me back.

“Oh, and you think you’re any better? She’s your student; what you’re doing is pretty much rape as well!” Jun bellowed, a mix of anger and concern swirling in his tone. “It’s called brainwashing and taking advantage of a minor!”

“I’m not a minor!” I butted in, pushing Yoongi’s arm aside as I took a step forward. “And he’s not brainwashing me! How stupid do you think I am? Am I not capable of making my own decisions?”

“Apparently not if you’re with this creep!” Jun gestured towards Yoongi in exasperation.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the audacity of this boy. “Well I sure as hell was capable enough when I chose to reject you, now wasn’t I?” I challenged, arching an eyebrow at him.

At this Jun snapped his lips shut, leaving the weight of my words to hang in the silence that was foreign to our ears. There was a time when I would have never stooped that low; I would have never used someone’s pain and rejection against them while they were defenseless. But now, I didn’t care anymore. I had no sympathy left for him.

“Junwoo,” Yoongi finally spoke, his low voice breaking the tension that had fallen over the classroom. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“No!” Jun suddenly spat, seeming to have snapped back into his rage after Yoongi’s order. “I’m not letting you get away with this!”


“Are you really together?” He asked, and it was the sudden vulnerability in his voice that caught me off guard and made me stop short. I peered over at him, watching as the worry, pain, and defeat all came together in his eyes, and the sight actually took me aback. After all that he had done to me, I had forgotten that he was just a regular, 18 year old boy who was getting his feelings crushed after finding out the girl he likes is with someone else. I was so used to seeing him as a monster, I had forgotten he was human. I had forgotten he used to be my friend.

“Jun, please. It’d be best if you just go,” I spoke gently, no longer fuming but still keeping my cold demeanor towards him. I saw Yoongi out of my peripheral vision, his presence tall and unyielding next to me as he stood his ground to his student. Well, I doubt he’d be his student for much longer after this. There was no way he could stay in Yoongi’s class.

Jun looked back and forth between the two of us, a look of disgust and betrayal in his eyes before he scoffed and stormed off, pushing past us and making his way out the door.

Even after he was gone, his presence still left an eerie discomfort looming over us. I sighed, drawing a hand through my hair before glancing over at Yoongi.

“I’m assuming that’s what the phone call was about,” Yoongi said solemnly, and I could hear in his tone of voice just how done he was with everything.

My stomach twisted in fear as I remembered the previous events from today. “Unfortunately, no,” I answered, offering him a bleak and feeble grin. I opened my mouth again, attempting to tell him the disaster that Professor Lee had created, but nothing would come out. The look on his face, the sheer defeat and disappointment adorning his features – I didn’t know if I could tell him. I couldn’t be the cause of any more pain.

“(Y/N)?” Yoongi was by my side at an instant, clutching my face and using his thumb to smear a teardrop across my cheek that I hadn’t known was there until now. “What happened, baby?”

Baby. My stomach did a somersault at the term of endearment, heart lurching in my chest and causing my lips to do the same as I quickly attached them to his. The kiss turned desperate, shaky – as if grasping onto a ledge that I was slipping off of – and I could feel him frown and knit his eyebrows in concern before pulling away.

“(Y/N)…” He trailed off in a wary tone as his eyes searched my face.

I felt a sob wrack my body, clutching his shirt in my fists while he held my shuddering frame. “I don’t want to lose you,” I admitted with a shaky breath as another tremor ran through me.

His delicate fingers were on my chin in an instant, tilting my head up to look him in his eyes that seemed to bare straight into my soul. “You could never lose me,” he spoke, his voice definitive as if he was desperately trying to get this information through to me. “I’m not making that mistake again. You mean more to me than this stupid job.”

I stilled at his words, the breath cutting off in my throat as I stared up at him in shock. Did he really mean that? When he first saw me in his classroom that very first day of school, he had told me that he didn’t want to jeopardize this job. Had we really gotten to a point where he was willing to throw all of that away – the university, the teaching, his entire career – just to be together? Did I really mean that much to him? I knew he had told me he loves me, but actions speak louder than words. And I was stunned to say the least at what he was willing to go through just to be with me.

“D–don’t say that,” I shook my head, breaking out of his grasp and turning away from him. My eyes suddenly caught sight of the classroom door that was wide open, and I hurried over to peak my head out to see if anybody had been listening before swinging it shut. “We can’t be seen together.”

“(Y/N),” Yoongi spoke again, except this time his tone was grave. “What’s wrong?”

I whipped my head towards him, silently trying to steady my heart that was pounding a mile a minute in my chest. I hated this; I hated being on edge all the time and having to walk on eggshells everywhere I went. I just wanted to be with Yoongi, even if in the most innocent sense. No more lies, no more deception, no more sneaking around. And definitely no more Professor Lee.

“Are you finished for the day?” I asked.

Yoongi slowly nodded his head in silence, his eyes still searching over me for any signs that would reveal what I wasn’t telling him. “Today’s Tuesday. It’s my early release day,” he nodded, taking a few steps forward. “Why?”

I took a quiet but deep breath, and with it released all of the pent-up nerves and tension I felt coursing through each and every synapse of my brain. But even as I relaxed my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes, I still didn’t feel at ease here. I would never truly be until I was at the one place where I felt safe – the one place that I truly called home now.

“Let’s go to your apartment.”

Yoongi and I left one after the other; I just told him that it was best if we didn’t raise suspicion, and thankfully he easily obliged. I even insisted that we drive separately, but now that I was alone in the constricted confinement of my car, I was regretting that decision.

I couldn’t stop the gut-wrenching nausea that was swimming in my stomach, my nerves from today and from the thought of telling Yoongi bubbling up inside of me and making me feel like I was about to puke. How would Yoongi react to hearing the news of his face being plastered up on a big screen for every student at the university to see, as well as vindictive lies being spread around from the root of Professor Lee’s mouth as she planted seeds in everyone’s minds about us? A part of me wondered if I should’ve sat in on that seminar so I would’ve known what was said, but then I quickly shook the thought from my mind. Curious or not, I knew I couldn’t put myself through that. Thank god I ran out when I did, because if not, the people in the room would’ve started to recognize my face. All eyes would’ve been on me, and I would’ve been trapped. And that’s exactly the way she wanted it.

I had a spare water bottle left over in the drink holder to sip on while I drove so I could calm my stomach and quench my dry throat, and thankfully the route to his apartment wasn’t that far. I let out a sigh of relief once I put my car in park next to his, the hum of the engine cutting off as I turned my keys and relieving me of the consuming nightmares that danced in my mind when I was left to myself.

Yoongi lazily draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side as we waltzed over to the building, up the stairs and into his apartment on the third floor. The overwhelming scent of cinnamon and spices filled my senses as soon as I stepped into the living room, and I tried to focus on closing my eyes and breathing in the aroma in hopes that it would soothe my swirling mind. I soon felt Yoongi’s arms wrap around my waist from behind, enveloping my back in his chest while he rested his chin in the crook of my neck and slowly swayed us side to side.

“Tell me what happened,” he spoke gently before attaching his soft lips to the sensitive skin just below my earlobe. “I want to help.”

His kiss sent a glow of warmth bursting through me, starting from the sweet spot on my neck and sending shivers down my spine. I breathed in deeply, keeping my eyes closed and rolling my head to the side so he could continue his actions. Each touch of his soft, plush lips sweeping across my skin felt like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, spreading its wings and flying for the first time after finally being set free.

Maybe I didn’t have to tell Yoongi what happened. Maybe we could somehow escape the reality of our worlds – run away together and never look back at our problems or this chaotic life that we lived. The more feathery kisses he left on my neck, the better the idea started to sound. Would it be so bad, eloping with him? He could get a job at another school, I could start up at another university. We could be together – really together – and not have to worry about hiding from everyone. We could truly be free.

Bzz bzz.

I immediately frowned when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I really didn’t want to answer it, since Yoongi’s touch was sending me into pure euphoria with goosebumps dancing along my arms, but I reluctantly reached back and grabbed it before opening my eyes. It was a text from Jun.

Wow. I just finished the seminar. You really are as much of a slut as everyone makes you out to be.

I felt my throat closing up as I read the message in my head, my breathing supply cutting off until there was no more air circulating through me and I felt like I was going to pass out. Yoongi’s ministrations slowed to a stop before he turned his head to look at the screen as well. I quickly tried to shut off my phone, but it was too late; he was already reading it.

“What?” I heard his deep voice interject in confusion. “What seminar?”

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage and holding in all of my nerves as I turned to look at him. “That’s what I had called you about,” I breathed, looking up at him with uneasy eyes. “You know the mandatory seminar all the students had to take today?”

“Yeah,” he answered, ushering me to go on.

I frowned, looking down at my shoes and fidgeting my feet. It’s not that the subject didn’t anger me; it’s that I didn’t want to anger Yoongi. I didn’t want to add more to the reasons why we shouldn’t be together. The list just kept getting longer and longer, each word wrapping around my heart and tugging it tighter until I could feel it bursting at the seams.

“Professor Lee is in charge of it, and when I went in there today there was a photo of us together on the big screen,” I finally said.

There was a moment of silence. “Wait, what?” Yoongi’s voice tore through the air, clouding it with his confusion. “Of me and you?!”

I nodded solemnly. “We weren’t doing anything, just talking in your classroom, but still. She was running the seminar, and she’s showing that photo to every student in the entire school.”

Yoongi stumbled backwards, his hand on his forehead and a distant look in his eyes. “You’re joking, right?” He said, finally meeting my gaze again. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, a pained expression on my face as I silently shook my head. Yoongi stood gaping as he looked past me again at nothing in particular while my words resonated in his brain. “What’d she say about it?” He finally asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I ran out of there as soon as I could. That’s when I called you.”

“If I would’ve known that’s what it was about, I would’ve been down there immediately,” he said with a shake of his head. “Why are you just now telling me this?!”

I frowned, nibbling on my bottom lip nervously as I avoided his eyes and looked down at the floor. “I–” I started to explain, but nothing would come out. “I–”

“What are we still doing here?!” Yoongi interrupted my useless stuttering in the same frantic tone he had before. “We need to stop her!”

“It’s too late,” I let out with a wince as I watched him head towards his keys that he had placed on the counter when we walked in. “Everybody has already seen it. The whole school knows by now.”

“Well we can’t just sit around here and do nothing, (Y/N)!” Yoongi turned to me then, walking up and gripping my shoulders in desperation. “Who knows the awful things she’s saying about you? Are you really okay with that?!”

“Of course not!” I finally raised my voice, the shrill sound ripping through the room and silencing him. “You don’t think I know what she’s saying about me? What she’s already said about me? Why the fuck would I be okay with that?!”

“Well you’re not acting like it!” He argued back, gesturing to me with frustration. “Do you really expect me to just sit here and pretend that I’m fine when everything is on the line here?”

“You don’t think I know that?!” I faced him fully now, not holding back as I let my emotions fly free without trepidation. “You don’t think I know that I could get expelled? That you could get fired? That this relationship, everything you and I have fought so hard for, could get ruined in the blink of an eye? I know this, Yoongi! I know and it scares the living shit out of me because I don’t want to scare you away again!”

My words echoed throughout the room, these walls holding the reverberations of every single one of our fights inside the confinement of its structure. If these walls were covered with every single conversation that we had ever spoken to each other, I wondered: would there be more love or hate written down? I was so busy worrying about losing him, but was our relationship even a healthy one? Was it even worth it?

“I– I think I’m gonna go,” I finally spoke, looking down at the ground as I moved to grab my keys from across the room.

“What? No,” Yoongi’s voice finally broke before his hand was on my wrist to stop me from going any farther. “What are you doing? We need to talk about this.”

“What’s the point?!” I lashed out as I stayed with my back to him, unable to look into his eyes as I fixated my stare at the front door ahead of me. “Weren’t you the one who said we need to do something about this?” I asked meekly, though I knew that wasn’t the reason for my actions. “Being together isn’t going to help that.”

“Neither is leaving,” he said, his tone slightly pleading now. There was a moment’s pause before I started to feel his feather-like touch on my waist, singeing my skin with his fingertips as he tentatively inched me back towards him. “Why are you trying to run away from me?”

The sound of his voice was so fragile, so heartbreaking just then, and I exhaled a shaky breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding in. I closed my eyes as I felt my mixed emotions washing over me in a silent yet raging storm. Why was I running from him? I had been the one who wanted to get him alone in his apartment, after all. I’m the one who wanted to ignore the problem and bask in our blissful love like a cat bathing in the sun on a summer’s day. Leaving him now would just make him question our relationship further. Why did I always self-sabotage like this?

I squeezed my eyes tighter, inhaling one more breath before turning around to face him. The sight of him always shook my resolve, throwing any last sanity and logical reasoning I had out the window. His heavy eyes on mine took my breath away, though this time it was not just because of the beauty they held in them; it was because they were filled with tears.

“Yoongi,” I instantly melted, my voice cracking with emotion as I reached forward and wrapped myself around his neck in a tight hug. Yoongi clung back to me, his arms engulfing my frame and his hands gripping me in place within them.

We stayed like that, silent and sturdy in each other’s embrace for who knows how long. I stood on the tips of my toes so that my face was buried deep into the crook of his neck, nuzzling the skin with tightly closed eyes and a rupturing heart beneath my chest. I could feel his too, the close proximity of our bodies and minds in this moment causing me to experience every little thing that he was. The pounding of his heart, the goosebumps on his skin, the tears in his eyes. I could literally feel the love radiating within him, bouncing between us and reverberating throughout our clashing souls.

I love this man. I will always love this man. And I am never letting him go.

“I’m scared too,” Yoongi finally broke our silence, his voice strained and barely a whisper in my ear. He adjusted his hold before pulling me tighter again, as if I would slip between his fingers if he spoke the wrong words.

I let out a breathy, silent sob. “I know,” I reassured him, nuzzling my nose against the curvature of his throat.

I felt his body shudder on mine, and it took me a moment to realize that they were sobs racking his body. He was sobbing in my arms, clutching onto my skin for dear life and placing the exposed, vulnerable weight of his emotions in my hands. I had never seen him like this; Yoongi was always so composed, so strong and sure of himself. I had never seen him at his lowest point.

“Hey,” I cooed, gently rubbing one of my hands against his back as the other cupped the side of his cheek to get him to look at me. “Baby,” I searched his face as he avoided my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke, sniffing loudly in a failed attempt to make the tears stop. “And I’m sorry for getting you into this mess to begin with. You deserve better than me.”

“What?” I sputtered, my face instantly wrinkling up in confusion and distaste. “No. Yoongi, look at me.” I gripped the bottom of his chin and jerked it in my direction, making sure that his eyes were on mine before I spoke again. “Don’t you ever say that, do you hear me? It’s not true.”


It’s not true,” I interrupted in a louder voice, repeating my words in hopes that they would finally resonate with him. The expression reflecting from his soft face, the tears swelling in his brown eyes, the sob quivering through his pink lips – I couldn’t bare to see him in this much pain. It completely broke my heart.

“Come here,” I spoke gently, making sure to maintain my hold on him as I carefully led him into the comfort of his bedroom. I walked him over to his bed, carefully placing him down on the blankets before crawling in next to him.

“There is nobody better than you,” I told him, my face full of sincerity as I looked up into his eyes. “And if there was, I wouldn’t want them. There is nobody more perfect for me than you.”

Yoongi just stared back at me, the hint of a smile gracing his pink lips before they fell again into a groan. “How can you say that with everything that’s going on right now? How can you say we’re perfect for each other when the entire world is against us?”

I had been prepared to rebuttal anything he threw my way, but when he spoke those words, I grew silent. He was right; the entire world didn’t want us to be together. It was just me and him alone in our feelings, and how selfish of us would it be to deprive the world of what it wanted? Was sticking by each other really the right thing to do, when all we were told was how wrong it was?

When I didn’t respond, Yoongi crumbled again. “See, I told you,” he frowned, turning away from me to face the wall as I heard a sniffle escape his nose. He tried to keep his tone steady, strong, but I could still hear the emotion threatening to break through and cracking his voice. “I’m…” He paused to take a deep, shaky breath. “I’m just so scared of losing you, too. When I feel you holding back, or pulling away, it worries me.”

His words took me aback; I had been expecting some brooding, loss-of-hope from him, but not this. His thoughts sounded familiar, since they were the exact thoughts I tortured myself with every night about him, but that was because he had pulled away in the past. I had never done that; I had always latched on and tried to stick together during the hard times. So to hear that he faced the same worries as me was nothing short of surprising.

I reached down and placed a hand on his shoulder, gently rolling him back over to look at me. “When have I ever pulled away?” I asked him.

“Just now, in the living room when you were about to leave,” he answered feebly. “You don’t have to pretend like you don’t have doubts, because I know you do. And it scares the living shit out of me to think about you leaving me.”

Something about the way he said it, something about his words made me snap. I knew what he was feeling all too well, and I knew it was agonizing. The last thing I wanted was for Yoongi to feel that way about me, as if I was the one that would leave him. The thought of him feeling even an ounce of pain was enough to worry me, much less enough pain to make him cry. I wanted to do something for him, wanted to take his mind off of the stress of today and make him feel good.

I quickly sat up, lifting my leg over both of his so that I was straddling his waist as I leaned down at took both of this cheeks in my hands. “I. Love. You.” I said aloud, putting emphases on each syllable so that he would understand the severity of what I was saying. “So,” I stopped to place a fleeting kiss to the underside of his jaw, “so,” one to his cheek, “much.” I was planning on finishing with a kiss on his nose, but Yoongi moved his head up and captured my lips in his instead. I hummed in surprise by the sudden movement but quickly relaxed into him, the feeling of his taste mixing with mine instantly melting me into a puddle of goo as he never failed to do.

“I love you too,” he spoke once our lips parted. “But I’m just… I don’t know, I don’t want you to–”

“No buts,” I interrupted him, gently shoving on his shoulders to push him down against the bed. “You worry to much, Oppa.”

“O–oppa?” He sputtered out, his eyes widening as I started to slowly rock on his lap. “Don’t call me that, (Y/N).”

“Why?” I peered down at him with innocent eyes and tilted my head to the side. “You don’t like it, Oppa?”

“N–no,” he breathed out, his hands flying to my hips as I felt something in his pants start to harden beneath me. “It just stresses the fact that I’m so much older than you.”

I stuttered with my movements as I pondered his words in my head. That thought had never crossed my mind before, and for a minute, I began to panic. Had I really just made things worse than they already were? But then I was reminded of his erection now throbbing in his jeans against my core, and I smirked to myself.

“Oh? Does it?” I teased, grabbing one of his hands from my waist and lifting it to my mouth.

“Babe, really, now’s not a good time–”

Before he could finish his sentence, I was already sticking his index finger between my lips. Carefully I flattened it against the expanse of my tongue, feeling the long, bony digit on my taste buds and curling my wet muscle around it. I was sure to keep eye contact with him, gazing beneath my lashes and trying to maintain my innocent act as I slowly began to suck.

“Oh shit,” Yoongi shivered beneath my touch, his soft lips parting ever-so-slightly as he looked up at me with a mix of bewilderment, apprehension, and lust. “(Y/N), what are you doing?”

I simply hummed in response, sucking harder and harder on his finger as I slowly resumed the rolling of my hips against his. “Do you not like it, Oppa?” I asked after I eased him out of my mouth. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh my god,” he groaned as I bared down against his dick, his eyes watching intensely as I licked a small stripe up his finger. “N–no, don’t stop.”

I giggled before swooping him back in my mouth, taking his finger all the way to the hilt and forming my lips into a tight “o” as I flicked my tongue around it. I felt every bone, every wrinkle and ridge of his knuckle before gently biting down and scraping his skin as I pulled him all the way out again.

“Why the fuck does that feel so good?” He marveled, his chest panting slightly as he stared at me above him.

“You know where else it would feel good, Oppa?” I raised my eyebrows in question as I formed his middle finger as if he was flicking someone off before sticking it in my mouth.

“Mm, where?” He sighed, closing his eyes and rocking his hips up to meet mine.

I smirked as I watched him become a mess beneath me. The things I was doing were simple – just sucking his finger, calling him Oppa and grinding against him – and already he was rock solid in his pants. It gave me the confidence that I could do this, I could pull off this kinky fantasy of his and have him coming undone for me in no time. And to me, nothing ever sounded so sweet.

I released the digit from my mouth before leaning down, my chest laying on his and my lips hovering just above the shell of his ear. “Your cock,” I whispered before gripping his lobe between my teeth sensually.

“Ah,” Yoongi visibly shuddered, and I noted with satisfaction the way goosebumps appeared and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. “Yes, god please baby,” he pleaded as his hands moved to my ass to press me harder against him.

I smirked to myself for the third time, the fact that he had completely abandoned his previous worries and replaced them with thoughts of lust and desire pleasing me so much, it was hard to contain my giddiness. But I did, somehow managing to keep up my innocent and sensual act as I lowered myself down his body until I was hovering just above his crotch. All the while I kept eye contact with him, never breaking our heated stare as I started to undo the buttons and unzip his pants.

“I just wanna help you relax, Oppa,” I purred, sticking my ass in the air and slowly swaying it side to side as I arched my back over him like a crouching lion about to pounce of her prey. “Do you think you can do that for me? Do you think you can let me take care of you today?”

He let out a shaky, audible breath, and while his eyes were closed and focusing on pulling himself together enough to form a coherent response, I was pulling his pants down, hooking the waistband of his boxers under my thumb as well and leaving him fully exposed to me in one swift motion.

Yoongi licked his lips in anticipation, and it was only after he swallowed thickly did he open his mouth to reply. “I–”

“Mm, Oppa,” I hummed, grabbing the base of his dick in my hand and standing it upright in my face before giving the very tip a kitten lick. “You don’t sound very enthused. Do you even want this?”

“Yes!” He practically choked out, finally opening his eyes and leaning up on his forearms so he could look at me. When he saw my wide, innocent eyes perched above his red, swollen cock that was practically throbbing in my grip, he visibly faltered. “God, (Y/N). Yes.”

I giggled to myself, positioning my mouth teasingly close so that he could feel the tickling heat of my breath wrap around his member like a thick winter coat. “What exactly do you want, Oppa?”

“This! You!” He spat quickly, his tone turning desperate now.

In an instant I was crawling over him, my body shooting up his until we were face to face and only millimeters apart. “I want to hear you say it,” I demanded in a firm voice before taking the soft flesh of his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging backwards.

For a second, I could’ve sworn I heard Yoongi gulp, but then he was suddenly taking a handful of my hair in his fist and pushing me down into a rough kiss before yanking me away again.

“I want my cock in your mouth,” he articulated the words against the shell of my ear, “your tongue wrapped around my head until I’ve face-fucked you so hard you can’t breathe. You got that, dongsaeng?”

Now it was my turn to gulp, the pressure of his grip at my scalp and the realization that he had actually just called me his fucking dongsaeng dropping like an anchor in my core. And even still, I couldn’t help but inwardly grin; I knew I could make light of this age-gap of ours.

“Y–yes,” I stuttered out, the hardness in his voice and the intensity of his eyes knocking me speechless.

“Yes what?” Yoongi tugged my hair tighter, his face moving in front of mine to gauge my reaction to his words. And that’s when it hit me; even in this rough, dominant behavior, his eyes were still searching mine to see if this was okay. If I showed any signs of trepidation, I knew he would stop, because that’s just how Yoongi was with me. Even in his lust-driven, sexual haze, he still showed his love for me, whether he was aware of it or not.

And it was with this knowledge that I was able to hold my head up high, to meet his unyielding gaze with a stare of my own and send the shivers of desire that he had cascaded down my spine right back to him. “Yes, Oppa.”

With that I was off, shifting down his body and gulping his entire length in my mouth all the way to the hilt without a second’s warning. My eyes started to water as I felt him hit the back of my burning throat, and I knew I probably couldn’t take him in this deep again – but hearing his loud moan of approval from above me was enough to make it all worth it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his back instantly arching off the bed as his other hand flew to the back of my head as well. “Jesus, (Y/N), how the hell do you do that?”

I just gave him a mischievous glance as I eased off of him, my mouth eliciting a flittering giggle before flattening my tongue on the base of his cock. I made sure to flicker my eyes back up to his, capturing his gaze with mine in an effort to get him even more hot and bothered as I slowly dragged my wet muscle up his taut skin. He was unable to look away, completely mesmerized in my actions as if I was performing magic before his very eyes. And to him, I very well was.

“Well?” I spoke once I got to the top and swirled the tip of my tongue along his slit. “Where’s this face-fucking I was promised?”

Maybe provoking him was the wrong decision – either that or the right one – because Yoongi suddenly growled above me, the sound almost animalistic as it crept from the depths of his chest and fell from his lips. “When I’m done with you, that pretty little voice of yours won’t be able to speak for a week.”

I felt his grip on my hair tighten, and I knew that I was successfully getting him riled up again. “Is that a threat or a promise?” I whispered with a tilt of my lips, my head cocking to the side and sending him a challenging look. “Because I’d like to see you try, Oppa.”

And then his hips were bucking up, his hand holding my head in place and his dick getting shoved into my mouth at such a pace I thought I was going to get the wind knocked out of me. I let out a gargling noise around him as my saliva spilled through the crevices and dripped down his length, unable to control my actions anymore as he completely took charge.

I felt him hit my gag reflex with each thrust, the girth of his member stretching my lips wide around him and filling me whole. The back of my throat stung and my eyes and nose were watering from my air supply being cut off, but I didn’t care; I could endure the pain if it meant pleasing him.

“Let me know if it gets to be too much, baby,” he breathed heavily in between pants, and there it was again – the flourishing feeling inside my chest that warmed my heart with a pink glow and radiated nothing but true love for him.

There was nobody else in this world that I would trust enough to do what I was letting Yoongi do, and that’s because I knew that no matter what, I would always be safe with him in the end. No matter how much chaos we went through together, whether it be wild, dangerous adventures between the sheets or fending off an entire university against us, I knew I would always be okay as long as I was with him.

Automatic relief shrouded my senses as I felt him suddenly pull out of my mouth, though even through my desperate gasps of breath to fill the air in my lungs, I still drew my eyebrows in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as he scooted away from me, and I sat up to rub his leg in concern.

Though instead of the frown I expected to be adorning his features, Yoongi simply smiled at me. “I want to finish inside of you,” he explained.

I was immediately shaking my head. “No, this isn’t about me. I want to focus on making you happy–”

“Baby,” he cut me off in a gentle tone, grabbing my arms and lightly pulling me up the bed and into his chest. “Nothing makes me happier than making love to you.”

I couldn’t do anything but stare at him because he rendered me speechless, took my breath away, and god how did I get this lucky? I let a giggle escape my lips as I brought my hands to his cheeks, careening his face so that he was looking up at me with those hypnotizing brown eyes and adorable baby-face.

“I love you,” I said to him, my voice barely a whisper even though we were the only two here.

Yoongi grasped onto my wrists, holding my hands in their position on him and looking up at me as if I was the entire world above him. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

And then we were kissing, so passionately and tenderly as if we could physically channel the love we had for each other back and forth between our two beings. Lips to lips, chest to chest, heart to heart. The simple act never got old when Yoongi was the one I was doing it with, because the feeling that he gave me from my head all the way to my toes was always there, humming like electricity in my veins from a single touch.

His tongue flickered against my lips and it wasn’t even a question to grant him entrance, my entire being wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as humanly possible. The way he swirled the wet muscle in my mouth, mixing my saliva with his and dancing its warmth into every crack and crevice elicited an explosion of butterflies in my stomach that instinctively fluttered down to my core, causing me to involuntarily buck my hips as I felt my panties grow wetter between my thighs.

It was Yoongi who groaned at the feeling of my center against his, the temporarily-dormant feeling that I had given him earlier suddenly springing back to life again. He took my movement and ran with it, now bucking his hips up into mine as well and creating what was once an innocent kiss into something much more heated and laced with hunger.

I let out a strangled moan that sounded somewhat of his name, the feeling of his solid erection against nothing but the thin cloth of my pants hazing my mind and clouding my senses. Soon I felt cool air and hardened flesh against me, and I looked down to see that somewhere in the midst of my lust-intoxication, Yoongi had gotten my bottom half completely naked.

I didn’t even have time to question it because suddenly I was feeling his length slide against my slick folds, and I was falling back into my haze again. There was the faint feeling of his lips moving away from mine to assault the skin of my neck just as they had my lips, leaving them swollen and bruised and heightening our rough movements even more.

When I finally grasped ahold of the situation, remembering that I was on top of him and ultimately in charge for the day, I pushed myself up by pressing my palms against his chest before fiddling with the long black tie around his collar.

“Mm, you know, you look so sexy with this tie, Oppa,” I purred as I moved up to the buttons on his shirt. “But I think it’s time for it to come off.”

But apparently my pace was too slow for him, too languid and sensual, because as soon as I started yanking open the small buttons and revealing his milky skin, Yoongi suddenly pushed his member into me and ripped through my walls.

“Ah!” I let out a startled moan and I fell forward against his chest, the immense pleasure happening so abruptly that I was already seeing blinding light and stars in my vision. I gripped onto his half-opened shirt for dear life, his thrusts already fast and heavy and burying to the hilt inside of me. “Ah! Yoongi!”

“I couldn’t take it any longer,” I heard him growl through his breaths before he leaned up to capture my lips in his again. “Fuck,” he groaned against me.

I lapped up his words with my tongue, squeezing my thighs against his hips to balance myself as I struggled to undo the rest of his buttons, all the while trying to keep up with his pace and not fall off of his frame. He continued fucking into me with no mercy, making what should have been just a five second undressing-process more difficult than usual.

Finally when the last button at the bottom of his shirt unhooked between my fingers, it was flying open, my hands pushing the material back behind his shoulders with such intensity you would have thought it was made of fire. I didn’t remember how he got the long white sleeves down his arms, but soon he was reaching around to pull my shirt off too, undoing the clasp of my bra and flinging it across the room faster than I could blink.

It was then that he sat us up, wrapping his arms around my waist and flattening his open palms against my back to press our bare chests together. I gasped at the refreshing feeling of skin-on-skin, the wild entanglement of our beating hearts driving each other mad with the exhilarating intoxication of lust and love.

“(Y–Y/N),” Yoongi managed to choke out, his breath hitching drastically against my lips and causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head in ecstasy. “I’m so c–close.”

I instinctively clenched around his unrelenting length inside of me, wanting nothing more than to coax him over the brink of his sanity with nothing but my embrace. “Cum for me, Oppa,” I moved to whisper in his ear, my rasping voice only heightening his feeling. “Let go.”

And then he was coming undone beneath me, his body sweating and his wet hair sticking to the side of my face and his expression utterly fucked out of this world. I could feel my high rapidly approaching from the mere sight of his agape mouth, but before I could realize what was happening, I felt Yoongi reach between us and press his fingers onto my clit.

Blinding light flashed before me, waves and waves of sweet euphoria rushing through my body and causing me to shudder repeatedly in his hold. The feeling was violent, unyielding, as if it had been pent up inside of me for days and was only just now getting its release. The only sound that could be heard from miles around was the chorus of our moans that filled his bedroom in that very moment.

Once I was no longer a shrieking mess, the sharp pleasure slowly easing into a dull warmth, the realization that Yoongi had taken the time during his orgasm to help me to mine dawned on me like the sun streaming through the opened blinds on an early Sunday morning. Even during such a stimulating, euphoric moment, he was still thinking of me, not wanting us to finish with me being left unsatisfied no matter how many times I told him that this was all about him.

“You need to stop being so perfect,” I smiled jokingly once we were collapsed on the mattress, and I reached over to lightly smack his chest. “It’s making me look bad.”

Yoongi just chucked, drawing my body into his and inhaling deeply into my hair in the crook of my neck. “I’m just trying to catch up to you,” he breathed, and I couldn’t help but giggle at his cheesiness.

We continued to bask in the radiance of our worn out, bare bodies that were tangled together over his sheets before there was suddenly a vibration coming from the nightstand. Yoongi frowned, reluctantly sitting up to grab his phone before snuggling back into me. He held the screen up over his head for both of us to see, and I swear my stomach plummeted to the center of the earth when I read the text.

It was a picture of Yoongi and I kissing, looking as if it was taken through the window of his classroom door, and with it was a message from Professor Lee that read:

Dr. Kim knows.

My vision started to tunnel while looking at the photo, though I frowned as I tried to make sense of her words. “Dr. Kim? Isn’t that the…”

“Yeah,” Yoongi spoke in a low voice, and when I turned to look at him, his face was blanched as if he had just seen a ghost. “The dean.”

wiseinnerwhispers  asked:

Ohmygosh please make a sick Lance Klance masterpost! I'd also die if you made one with sick Keith!!

So once upon a time, I made this big masterpost of Klance sickfics. (with both sick Lance fics and sick Keith fics). You can find that post here!

But since then, I’ve written some more that I would love to add! 

- so this one I wrote the other day, but it’s teacher Keith and youtuber Lance and basically they think they are keeping it a secret but Keith’s students know and Lance posts a video while Keith is at school and Lance is all hella sick in the video and his fans, Keith’s students, are super worried

- got some pre-klance right here for Voltron whump week where baseball player Keith pushes himself super hard at college and gets sick and swimmer Lance steps in to help ya boy out

- this is the first of my Lance as Spider-Man fics. Basically Lance is Spider-Man and he’s sick but he has to go save people, and Keith helps ya boy out

- so this one is Lance and Keith dating and they go swimming in a lake and Keith almost drowns and later winds up super super sick (this is one of my favs!)

- this one is Lance hella hella sick and being interrogated by some Galra assholes and Keith can only watch all helpless and such


- this one IS ONE OF MY FAVS! So this was a birthday fic and basically it’s a beach fic. It’s Klance going to the beach with the crew, and Keith is sick but he tries to play it off until he can’t anymore

Happy reading!



Bad Things

Pretty Handsome Awkward

Objective To Harvest

About A Girl

God Called In Sick Today

Nourishment Through Bloodshed

Just Like Honey


Small Things

Stressed Out


I’d Buy That For A Dollar

Cum On Feel The Noise

Hot For Teacher

The Taste Of Ink

I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light

Your Guardian Angel (Something Like That)

Smoked a bit before one of my classes began at the college lol 😂 Apparently I looked stoned in class cause my eyes were really red, but that’s cause I have been up for like 3 or 4 days already and i was already on a sick one before I went to the bathroom to do more lol! I couldn’t stop fidgeting in class and the teacher had us all sit in a circle so my twacked as was all looking over there then over here then over there since I wanted to seem normal LOL! But hey at least i passed for stoned lol! Plus the teacher was a cop and ran the police academy at my school for a long time till he retired from it this year, so as long as he didn’t think I was on then I think I did pretty well ;D


anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you have any tips on having a mental illness and a chronic sickness but still managing to get good grades? Thanks ♡

Hello! Here are some tips that I’ve posted before that I think might be relevant:

For issues relating to paying attention; sit close to the front of the class so that you’re less likely to get distracted by other students and you can see your teacher and the board clearly.  You’ll also be less likely to use your phone / get distracted by similar items. If you can, put your phone on silent or turn it off.

For issues relating to note-taking; explore the different ways to take your notes and use the one that best suits you and your needs (e.g. handwritten notes, digital notes). You can also think about how you’re organising your notes (e.g. notebooks, binders, files). For people who find it difficult to concentrate, or write for long periods, you could ask to record the audio of your classes so that you can refer to them later.

For issues related to time management; find a planner that you’ll actually use and try to write your appointments / deadlines in it and keep using it. It makes things a lot easier to just have everything in one place and be able to check it quickly. You can include your to do lists, notes, anything. I like to include a positive thought each day that I can refer to (e.g. I might write “I was strong today” or “I was brave today” to focus on the positives opposed to negative information). If you find it difficult to prirotise your tasks, try using a table like this to help you.

Use your services; many schools offer counselling services and there’s no shame in using them. Some schools offer skills development classes that can also be extremely helpful in dealing with anxiety inducing situations like presentations or tests. I know that some schools also offer specialist equiptment; for example, there are specific computers for people with dyslexia, or special fonts that can be used. This kind of stuff is always worth checking out.

Look at online resources and save/bookmark those that help you; I’ve found so many resources for anxiety and depression online, from gifs that help calm your breathing / calming gifs to websites that can help deal with negative thoughts and sites to get out your anger/rage! There are also sites like 7cupsoftea which offer counselling and support anonymously.

 * Animal planet live streams of animals
 * Positive bunny post
 * You can make your own galaxies here.
 * Pixel thoughts
 * This one translates the time into a colour.
 * This website lets you travel along a 3D line)

Break it down; tasks can seem daunting but if you break it down into smaller steps it will be much easier to tackle, and you might find some motivation / inspiration for the task. 

Figure out your best way to study; where, when, and how do you work best? Use this information to your advantage.

Remove distractions; use extensions like Self Control to remove online distractions. Organise your study space and remove anything distracting but keep all of your study materials in that area.

Remember to step away; if you’re feeling overwhelmed step away and take some time for yourself, whether that’s foing for a walk, listening to some music or cooking a meal, just take some space, breathe, and come back to it when you’re ready.

Create an environment which you enjoy; recognise your achievements, and make a list of affirmations, reading and carrying them as a reminder of everything positive. Celebrate your achievements, whether it’s getting a good grade, or going to the shop.

Remember that you are brilliant!

I don’t have any experience with chronic illness as a student so I don’t have any personal tips regarding that but here are some links:

If anyone has any other posts / links, or even their own tips please reblog and add them to the post!

The Book - Part 1 - “nerd and jock” AU

Saucer’s perspective

If you don’t know who Saucer is, he’s one of my characters  http://tootytootssugarsins.tumblr.com/post/151903828023/saucer-from-the-nerd-and-jock-au-he-looks


It was morning. I didn’t bother getting up as usual, so I just laid there for another hour.

Sadly, it’s a school day and I’ll get into trouble if the principal finds out I skipped school for no reason. *sighs* Not like anyone wants to see me. Who am I kidding, I have no friends and I like it that way. *gets out of bed*

*scratches back of head* I don’t bother looking for clothes, I’ll just wear the ones I had on yesterday. Not like anyone will give a crap. *gets dressed*

I betta head to school. *looks at clock* I’ll be a little late, but who gives a shit. As long as I’m not skipping any classes.

The names Saucer. That’s all you need to know. *folds arms*

-First session in Ink’s art class-

I thought we had drama first. I guess not.

*sitting at the back of the class in the last row* *leaning on desk*

Ink – So, as I was saying. Everyone needs an art block and some paint. I’ll hand out the art blocks but feel free to grab the paint you’d like. *friendly smile* I’ll give instructions after that. *grabs the art blocks and starts handing them out*

Nice Cream - *looks over to Saucer in the desk next to him* Hey, Saucer. What colours are you going to get? *tilts head smiling*

Saucer - *looks at Nice Cream with a discussed expression*

What the heck?! This dudes actually talking to me!

Saucer – *stands up from seat* Shut up and mind your own business wimp!!! *yells at Nice Cream* *angry expression*

Nice Cream - *frightened* *ears fold back* I-I’m sorry *turns away* forgive me

Saucer - *deep breath* *turns away*

-the class staring at them-

Ink – Saucer, that was very mean of you! I don’t like to be rude, but please wait outside the classroom.

Saucer - *pushes chair down* Fine! *storms out the classroom and slams the door open*

Nice Cream - *head shoved in desk* I didn’t mean to make him angry

Saucer - *walks out, slams the class door shut and stands beside it* *humf* *arms folded*  

That kid has no idea who he’s talking to! He should have just left me alone!

PJ – What’s wrong with him?

Burger Pants - *texting with phone* *shrugs*

I guess I’m going to be punished now. Well, I don’t give a crap, I’m going to the library. I’ll just sit on one of the bean bags or something. It’s much better than this stupid class.

Saucer - *walks through the hall towards the library*

Asgore - *whistling* *mopping the floor in the hall* hm? *looks up, notices Saucer and stops whistling*

Saucer - *head down, hands in jumper pockets* *not paying attention to anything*

Asgore - *grabs Saucer’s wrist and pulls his hand out of the jumper* Hey, kid. Shouldn’t you be in class?

You’re kidding me right!!! Well, I can’t be rude to this guy or he’ll probably get one of the teachers. I need to think of something to say. Hmmmmm…

Saucer - *looks up* *smiles* I’m sorry, but I’m heading to sick-bay. I’m not feeling too good.

Asgore – Oooh, sorry kid. Well you betta be on your way. *lets go of Saucer’s hand* Hope you get better soon. *tips cap* *smiles*

Saucer - *rubs wrist* Yea, see yah. *heads to the library*

Geez, he has a tight grip for a big old softy.  

-at the library-

Finally, I’m here. So glad I didn’t see anyone else.

Goth - *sitting at the front desk of the library*

Saucer - *sits on one of the bean bags near the front desk* finally, a break

I can finally just relax and forget about everyone else!

Goth - *grabs a pile of books and goes to put them on the shelves* *looks in the corner of his eye to see Saucer laying on a bean bag* Shouldn’t you be in class? *puts the books away neatly* *doesn’t seem to be too happy*

Ah, shit! I forgot about the librarian! Now what?! You’ve got to be kidding me! I give up. I don’t care anymore.

Saucer – Who even care’s, don’t tell me your worried, ha ha!

Goth – Worried? No, not really. *grabs out a book from the low shelf and dusts it off*

Is this dude serious? Seems like the Librarian is the one who doesn’t care. I guess that’s good?

Saucer - *grabs a stick of pocky from pocket and puts it in mouth* Well I’m staying!

Goth - *nods* alright. *walks over to Saucer with the book* Keep your voice down. *hands the book to Saucer*

What the hell? Really, a book? Your joking!

Saucer – Sorry nerd, but I don’t read! *relaxes on the bean bag*

Goth - *puts the book next to Saucer* It’s up to you. *walks back to the front desk*

Who does that guy think he is?! Well, let’s see what book he got for me. Probably something st-

Saucer - *looks at the book* *whispers to self-* A spell book?

I love spell books! Wait, but how did he know?

Saucer - *looks over to Goth*

Goth - *looks back at Saucer*

Oh god, he’s looking at me! That asshole!

Saucer - *humf* *looks away*

Goth - *slight smile* *looks away and gets back to doing what he was doing*

He can’t see me reading it. I don’t wanna seem like a “nerd”.

Saucer - *picks up the book* *looks at the front of the book with a goblin on it* *looks interested*

I really wanna read it tho. God damit, what do I do?!


“nerd and jock” AU created by @blogthegreatrouge 

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  1. You get scared
  2. First day of school for your kid
  3. He buys you a puppy for your birthday
  4. He takes you to his favourite bands concert
  5. You look after him while he is sick
  6. You are stressed and he helps you out
  7. You have a nightmare and he comforts you
  8. What he does when you can’t sleep
  9. How you two meet
  10. He is protective of your kids
  11. You’re sick and he looks after you
  12. You get paranoid
  13. You have a disagreement
  14. What you do when he has time off
  15. He annoys you
  16. You get drunk
  17. Your child gives him the silent treatement
  18. He gets jealous
  19. You get into a small arguement
  20. You have an argument and your child walks in
  21. He is protective of his little girl
  22. Your child hurts themselves
  23. Your child misses him
  24. You meet his child from a previous relationship
  25. You meet his child from a previous relationship, part 2
  26. The movie you both watch together
  27. Your song
  28. The photo you both love 
  29. The Onesie you put on your child
  30. he thinks you’re pregnant when you’re not
  31. little things he does in the morning
  32. Your childs first words
  33. Your child asks how you meet
  34. Insecurities 
  35. Cold Nights
  36. Before bed
  37. You’re over worked
  38. He is on vocal rest
  39. Miss read sonogram
  40. He is so protective he thinks you’re losing weight the wrong way, making yourself sick 2/5
  41. It’s snowing
  42. Picture pref - teacher
  43. Picture pref -Niall takes you to a game
  44. Your parents argue
  45. You introduce him to your large family
  46. You get home sick
  47. Picture preference -They are in jail
  48. Security hassle you
  49. seeing at the airport after 6 months
  50. you want a pet
  51. When you’re scared
  52. I love when you kiss me
  53. First public appearance 
  54. You’re sick
  55. you’re a disney princess -Harry
  56. You kick him out of the bed

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Soooo yesterday I had a Spanish exam and here’s one of the sentences we had to analyze:

And here’s what it means (!!):

and that’s just a snippet of Taylor’s situation with her reputation…

You can tell I was freaking out in the middle of the class when everyone was super silent with their exam!!😂

If my teacher likes Taylor I think I’d sick and drown and dieeeeee…❤

the-opal-mermaid replied to your post “What is your life?? Like, you have so many stories, I just read…”

Did someone wish you to “always have an eventful life” when you were born ?

Y’know I’m not sure about that but my mother tells the story of when I was born—and she’s super into Angels and faith healing so you’ll need to take this with a liberal pot of salt—but I was 3 months premature and I sort of died a few times (that parts true, I’ve got the scarring from the procedures and medical records to prove it) but they always managed to bring me back (obviously). And then mum tells how she was standing outside the intensive care unit watching me through the glass and this woman comes up to her, hands her a St Christopher medal (which mum still has) and tells her “Don’t worry, she’s got too much soul to die” and then just leaves.

And I apparently never flat lined again, which was the point mum started believing in angels and the power of belief and willpower and gets super mad at me for being a sick adult because clearly I willed myself alive as a baby (y’know, not all the experimental drugs and technology they were using on me back in the 80s) and I just need to think harder to make myself healthy again. That’s also why she let me straight up bomb the last two years of high school and I started doing training in alternative therapies and spiritual healing. At one point I was the youngest practitioner or Reiki and Seikhem in Scotland because my math teacher told my mother I had a ‘healing aura’ and my mother genuinely believed I was sent here to heal people by absorbing their pain. She also now theorizes that might be why I am sick all the time, because I am absorbing the pain of others. So y’know, that was a whole barrel of internalized crazy I had to work through in my 20s and still get super angry about from time to time.

So that’s my origin story I guess.

Of course there’s also the whole story about how she got pregnant with me, which sounds like even more bullshit but I was told by several church elders growing up was true and it involved magic water and good old Scottish folk magic involving flowers and prayers for barren women.

And yet mum wonders why I rejected Christianity in favor of straight up witchcraft as a teenager.

Time for a story - Unusual clients

Originally posted by smoakgifs


Felicity looked up from the papers she was reading to see her assistant Emily standing in the door to her office, smiling at her warmly.


“Your last clients are here.”

Without any hesitation, Felicity put the papers into the topmost drawer of her desk and folded her arms on the edge of the tabletop. She puckered her lips and frowned, cocking her head.

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