#I walked into the cafeteria at uni and I felt like everyone was looking at me lol

[dreamescapeswriting]

Bound By Rivalry ~ JJK

⤜WORD COUNT:2.9K

⤜GENRE: established relationships, University AU, NON IDOL, jungkook being a soft baby boy and protecting the reader

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF READING BEING SLAPPED, BLOOD (Slapped by a professor not by Jungkook)

It was one of the last days before autumn break and this was the last place that Jungkook wanted to be, it should have been on top of the world with his break coming up but instead, he felt a sense of dread washing over him. He'd gotten into a small, maybe a large, argument with one of the other guys in his economics class and had started a scarp in the courtyard, and ended up punching him which now led him to be inside the principal's office. 

"I understand you want to move classes but I need the teacher's permission, he has to sign the form. Without that, there's no way I can move you." A voice Jungkook knew all too well sounded from the door and he glanced over to see his principal - Dale - staring behind him at whoever was in the office with him.

"But you don't understand I need out of there, he's-" The voice stopped and Jungkook stared over at you, biting down on his tongue as he watched you straighten your back a little. Were you trying to switch classes because of him? 

His eyes drifted over you as he took in your appearance, you looked as though you'd been crying but that didn't stop you from being beautiful, not that Jungkook would ever admit that out loud. He hated that he even admitted it to himself. You were smart, quiet, shy and damn right gorgeous.

He didn't like you.

At least that's what he told himself whenever he had to be around you, which was quite a lot. 

No one ever really spoke to you at the University, you were a scholarship kid, and you also worked in the school office during your free periods and in the cafeteria on your lunch breaks. It was why you didn't have many friends at the Uni, no one wanted to be friends with someone who was serving them lunch or working for the principal.

"I'll be with you in a second," Dale's voice was strong and demanding at Jungkook and he smirked at him, waving his hand. 

"Take your time, I'm sure you have much-pressing matters to attend to." He wiggled his eyebrows at Dale's assistant as he walked into his office, leaving you and Jungkook alone as he stared over at you. 

"Switching classes?" Jungkook asked, he had to admit that his interest was piqued at the thought of you moving classes because of him and he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease you. You glanced up, startled by his sudden intrusion, you hadn't even realised it was him in the office with you. 

"What's that all about, Yn?" He raised an eyebrow at you and you shook your head,

"It's nothing," You mumbled, attempting to brush off his inquiry with a forced smile, you wanted to get out of his vicinity as quickly as humanly possible but Jungkook jumped up and blocked the doorway. 

"Are you trying to escape the brilliance of my intellect?" He teased, a playful glint in your eyes and you scoffed at him,

"Hardly, Your ego is big enough to fill the entire lecture hall," You quipped at him, but your words lacked the usual bite that Jungkook loved so much. 

The two of you had been battling for the number one spot in the university ever since you had started there and you hated him, maybe hate was a strong word but you disliked him a lot. It didn't matter how hard you studied, or how much effort you put into your work he would always beat you, without studying and all while mouthing back to the teachers and it rubbed you the wrong way. 

Jungkook got to walk through the University as though it meant nothing to him and he still got everything he ever needed handed to him on a silver platter.

"Are you struggling with the workload? Not everyone can handle quantum mechanics." He quipped at you, you rolled your eyes a little and tried to swallow your emotions. There was no use telling anyone what was happening in class, not when they'd dismiss you or take the teacher's side so you just shook your head.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me go." You mumbled at him, slowly looking up at him as he frowned at you. As much as he teased you a lot about everything he wouldn't be happy to watch you leave, who would challenge him? Who would make him want to stay on top of everything? Without you he was nothing. 

"Ah, but where's the fun in being a genius if there's no one to challenge me? Besides, I enjoy watching you squirm whenever I'm around you?" You rolled your eyes at him and sighed, wanting nothing more than to go back to your dorm and rest for the rest of the night, but you had to stop by your physics class and ask the professor a question first and Jungkook wasn't helping by taking up your time.

"You don't make me nervous, as much as you think you do Jungkook."

"Never wanted to make you nervous, sunshine." The nickname sent shivers down your back and you tried to push past him, failing and stumbling back a little.

"Mr Jeon, you'll be here every day during your second period," The sudden sound of another voice in the room made you both turn around,

"What?" You both asked in unison, turning to face the assistant - Daisy - as she smiled over at you both, clearly not realising you weren't friends, not even close.

"As punishment for your fighting with another student, Dale thinks it's fitting for you to be punished this way."

"But I work the second Period." You told her as if she didn't know that already. But there was no way you were going to be able to sit with him for an hour a day for god knows how long so he can tease you more. That one free period was your time away from him.

"Good, you can show him what you do and how to answer the phone."

"But-" You were cut off as Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you shuddered, trying to ignore the tingling feeling you got up and down your back.

"We're going to get so close, Sunshine," Jungkook chuckled and you shoved past him, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as possible, the form to switch classes closely clutched to your chest.

Your footsteps echoed down the corridor as you made your way to Professor Thompson's office, your heart pounding as you tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that was rising in front of you. You didn't want to face him, you never wanted to face him but you didn't have much of a choice. As you reached the door, you paused, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. With a deep breath, you knocked softly on the door,

"Come in," His voice slurred as you took in a deep breath, slowly pushing the door open and heading inside. Your stomach churned at the sight that greeted you, Professor Thompson was sitting slumped behind his desk, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand, his words slurred and disjointed.

"Ah, Miss Y'n, what brings you here?" He sneered at you, it was no secret he hated you, he'd made it pretty clear from day one of you being in his class senior year that he wanted you to get out but you'd stuck it out. As long as you could but he was bringing your grades down, constantly failing you because you were the only woman in his class. A woman that could keep up which seemed to baffle the old drunk, so he'd fail you.

Every paper you handed in would come back with an "F" slapped on the top, the same paper you'd give to another physics teacher who would give you an "A" based on what she'd been reading. Swallowing hard you trembled giving him the paper,

"I need...I need you to sign this, professor. It's a request to transfer out of your class," You hated that you were running from him but he was a drunk and a misogynist who didn't think any woman could handle his work. 

His lips turned into a cruel smirk, his eyes narrowing with malice,

"Ah, so the little mouse wants to run away, does she?" He slurred, getting up from the chair and walking toward you, but stepped back. He was drunk, it wouldn't take much for you to kick him and run but you needed him to sign it first.

"Please, Professor, I just...I can't do this anymore, you're right...A-A woman can't handle it." You lied, trying to plead with him to sign it but his laughter rang out like a gunshot, harsh and mocking.

"Too weak, too stupid! Is that it?" He spat, his voice laced with venom as he stared down at you,

"I knew letting women into the University was a bad idea, especially those who can't afford it," He mocked, your eyes stung with tears but you refused to let them show in front of him. 

Unbeknownst to either of you Jungkook was watching the whole exchange from the doorway, he'd followed after you to bring you your bag but when he heard the exchange it was like he was frozen on the spot.

"Please, just sign the form." You begged, your voice weak and trembling with desperation.

But before you could react, Professor Thompson's hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, the back of his hand connecting with your cheek with a sickening crack. Pain exploded across your face, hot and searing as you raised your hand to clutch your cheek. You stumbled backwards, your vision swimming as you fought to stay upright, but your hands wrapped around your waist.

"Yn," Jungkook rushed out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and fury, tears blurred your vision as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened, humiliation and fear pressing down on you and suffocating you. 

"Pressor, what you did was utterly despicable. you have no right to treat a student - anyone - like that!" He yelled out at him, turning back to look at you, his heart breaking as he noticed blood running down your cheek. Fury built up inside of him at the sight of you injured, his fists clenching at his side, hitting his teacher would do nothing but it didn't make him want to do it any less. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Thompson slurred out, his head shaking violently at the young man in front of him,

"Don't play dumb with me, I saw everything." He spat out, his voice was cold and unforgiving, you couldn't tear your eyes away from Jungkook, you'd never seen him so protective over someone before. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself! You're a fucking teacher, you're supposed to teach us and yet you choose to abuse your power!"

"I...I'll have you know, I am well within my rights to discipline my students as I see fit," He slurred yet again, 

"It's no longer the 70s Thompson! You can't hit a student," Jungkook boomed, wanting nothing more than to fight the older man.

"I can do whatever I want,"

"You're sorely mistaken, you think for one second I'm going to let you get away with it?" He laughed at him, walking you out of the office and pulling you into a nearby empty class.

You pulled your hand away and noticed your fingers were streaked with blood, you winced a little feeling a fash in your flesh. Drawing your hand away and noticing blood coating your fingers, bright red and thick. He'd cut you, most likely on the class ring he wore and tears rushed to your eyes again.

"Shit," You hissed out, Jungkook gently took your face in his hands and tilted it to look at him, his fingers were shaking as he stared at you. It was a cut on your cheekbone that looked deep but not deep enough for stitches. 

"I can tidy it up, come on." He whispered, about to link his hand in yours but you pulled it away,

"It's covered in blood," You mumbled, not that it would bother Jungkook. Getting to hold your hand was a blessing and he wasn't going to miss out because of a little blood.

"If you think for one second I'm bothered by a bit of blood you're wrong. You're hurt, Yn." He hissed out, his anger still at its boiling point because of Thompson, but as you slipped your hand in his it started to slowly melt away.

"Is he the reason for wanting to move classes?" Jungkook asked as he stood between your legs, your head tilted toward the light as he carefully cleaned up the wound that tainted your gorgeous face. 

"Yeah, he constantly fails me even when I do great. He's a misogynistic asshat," You mumbled, hissing a little as he applied some alcohol to the cut, wiping it clean and making you smile weakly.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with him like that,"

"Only female in the class, he was bound to single me out," You laughed dryly and Jungkook shook his head, gently adding some butterfly stitches to the cut,

"It probably didn't help when I was constantly teasing you though, I am sorry." He murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

"I never should have teased you so much. It was all just in fun, but I crossed a line."

"Jungkook...Your teasing never bothered me," You laughed a little and looked up at him,

"It pushed me to be better than you. I actually enjoy it." You giggle as you admit it to him and Jungkook felt a wave of ease wash over him as he saw you smile again, though he would never get the look of fear washed out of his mind.

"Thank you for helping me," You said as you looked at him, your eyes searching his as the two of you sat alone in the nurse's office. Standing so close to one another you could smell the aftershave he was wearing, 

"I'll always be here for you," He admits, running his hand over your cheek and smiling weakly, your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, your pulse quickening the longer you stared at one another, his hand still cupping your face.

"I care...I care about you, more than I could ever say," He finally confessed, 

"I know we've been rivals but...There's always been something between us and I know I'm not the only one that feels this way," He whispers, almost as if he wasn't entirely sure of what he was saying. There was a high chance you'd tell him to leave but he needed to tell you otherwise he never knew when he'd get you alone again.

"You're not...alone in feeling that way," You whisper as you stared at him, both of you silent for a second before he leaned closer to you. You closed the distance between you, your lips brushing against his in a tender caress. It was a gentle kiss, filled with passion as you carefully wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you.

The years of pent-up attraction for one another unfolding as you made out, your heart racing so hard you could feel the blood pumping in your ears. Jungkook deepens the kiss, his tongue licking everywhere he can reach, your tongue sliding against his. He could kiss you forever and never get tired of it, but he knew you were in a vulnerable place and needed to stop. He bites your bottom lip softly before you pull apart, both of you panting heavily as he looks at you.

"We should go tell Dale, make an official report and get Thompson out of here," 

"That's where your mind went after kissing me? I must be a terrible kisser," You half teased, your heart sinking at the thought of him not enjoying it as much as you had. You turned away from him, wanting to look anywhere but at him but he slowly turned your head toward him,

"If I kept kissing you I'd never leave this room, once the report is done we're going out on a date."

"A date?" You quipped and he nodded at you, kissing your lips again and pulling back. As much as he wanted to stay there with you he couldn't stand the thought of Thompson ever being near you again.

After months of working hard with Jungkook the two of you were neck and neck with your grades but neither of you seemed to care about it anymore. You worked together on projects, and ever since you started dating it had been a whirlwind romance and you became the power couple of the school. Especially after having Thompson removed from the premises.

"Did you see the announcement?" Jungkook asked as he sat beside you in the principal's office. It had been his punishment to work here in his second period but he found himself enjoying the time with you.

"You're number one," He told you with a smirk, your eyes widening as you rushed to your emails trying to find out if it was true or not.

"I beat you?!" You squealed a little too loud, turning back to your boyfriend who couldn't stop his smile.

"If I had to be number two to anyone, I want to be number two to you," He whispered before kissing you softly.

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[onyourhyuck]

Crimson Lace Part One. | Mark Lee (M)

Prologue: “Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” + “I changed my mind.”

Summery: Minhyun, the older twin, has become obsessed with you. He wants you to himself but When he finds out his younger twin brother, Mark, shares the same feelings for you he is determined to claim you first. Who will you choose?

The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Trouble maker who looks mean but is only sweet to her trope >>> . Fem Reader. Possessiveness. Groping. Hair pulling. Face fucking. Dom!Minhyun. Unprotected sex, please wrap your willys before you tap it. Ass play. Hitting it raw from the back. Mention of breeding (but only mentioned once) Studying sesh that goes wrong ;). Minhyuns secretly a sweetheart who’s just in love but acts like he isn’t…

The Taglist: @yesohhsehun @chardonnayyyy @dearj43 @jwicore @skzennie

The Notes: This fic is long + There will be a part 2 with Mark’s story. Lmk if you want to be on Taglist.

Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm bb you’re the best 🙏

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The presentation ends as much as your will to live currently expires like a sappy old milk rotting at the bottom of the sinking fridge shelf . You felt yourself grow tired, yawning in your palm, cleaning up the open booklets from the lesson that has ended finally; you started to pray for it to end. However, one thing brings you back ultimately from your drowsiness and a near-midway-lesson nap.

“Who would’ve thought Y/n was slacking off having a goodnight nap through class right now?” Said the electric blue hair boy, wearing street way stylish clothes and his hair gelled up in to rough cliffs. The boy, Mark, was in every class you have and because of how much your time tables clash you became friends quickly. Ever since the two stuck like two peas in a pod. But there was another person in the dynamic.

Mark Lee is known for having a twin that was a complete polar opposite of each other, it felt like a big Shakespeare juxtaposition writing technique , honestly; it stuns everyone knowing how different they are to one another. It’s as if they were never related but that’s impossible considering they look freakishly identical face wise. But other than that, they act like complete strangers. They don’t enjoy speaking to each other, hell, you witness them ignoring each other at school. Though it’s not like Mark will run into Minhyun a lot considering his twin is a troublemaker. He doesn’t attend school. He doesn’t show any care for it actually. Unlike Mark, who cares about his classes, though, he tries his way to pass— he isn’t exactly the most smart either.

But he is very musically gifted. It’s one thing you love about Mark, it is the way he turns anything into music. He connects every little thing in everyday life you’d never expect to actually be connecting to music, and makes it fit right in. You remember once the cafeteria was serving kimchi jjigae one day and you and Mark sat down eating it; out of nowhere he starts rapping about kimchi jjigae and you swore you had second hand embarrassment but also found it completely comedically perfect. It was so random yet so funny. It went viral online too because other students inside the cafeteria were recording it.

To this day, Mark has been haunted by that video and he absolutely goes ballistic whenever he gets recognised by someone outside of UNI or inside of the campus.

Your lips fell apart as another soft yawn comes out, your hands shift on the books grabbing them as your pelvis shifts from the chair. You stand meeting Mark halfway from the class and outside. “I couldn’t sleep last night allow it. I had to pull an all-nighter for the Oscar Wilde analysis. I knew I was going to hate Wilde the moment i saw The Picture Of Dorian Gray book on my desk.” You sleepily added as your bodies walk side to side with Mark, his bag only one strap on the left shoulder, hands tucked inside the front black cargos pockets, watching you on the sideline as you complained your sad English-literature life away about how much Oscar Wilde is an absolute righteous dick for making The Picture Of Dorian Gray. Don’t get anything wrong but you don’t hate the piece. But if you are stuck late at night around 5am trying to figure out why the hell Dorian did what he did— without having to cuss in your analysis report saying ‘Dorian is a big dickhead’. It’s hard.

Mark loosely chimes at your long rant you’ve done from the classroom and inside the campus all the way to the front gates leaving the campus sight. Seriously, you can go on and on with venting and Mark could listen all day. He loves listening to you. But your conversation came to be cut close when his eyes look forward noticing an annoyingly vibrant red hair ; black leather jacket and a red Porsche outside parked out of the university. Many students watch the stranger, though Mark wished the person was a stranger. How badly he wished Minhyun wasn’t here outside waiting for you.

It’s hard sharing a mutual friend you both equally love and want your time to be shared with when the two brothers completely despise each other and want to forget their blood relation too.

You turn to Mark who looks glum and completely apprehensive. “Seriously guys why can’t you both get along?” You smack your lips together until Minhyun comes forward as his eyes fell on to you, completely ignoring Mark’s presence that seems to be the least acknowledge in his brain.

They really do hate each other.

“I refuse to get along with someone who literally hates watermelon.” Mark childishly adds as his lips pucker, shifting his head away from Minhyun. He seems so easily agitated, much Minhyun was unbothered. He fondly mocks his little brothers child’s-play tactics. “And i refuse to speak someone who cannot cook a bloody egg at his big age.”

Mark glares silently though you stare at the two boys in completely disbelief before shaking your head pushing past the two boys ridiculously petting you their anger but once you were gone their minds were put back on to you and they both follow you like lost puppies crawling back to their mother. Wanting the outmost attention, love, affection and time from you. But only one can get all from you and they don’t wish to share you. Whether it would be a single moment. They don’t want you to be with someone else yet along with one another. Minhyun wants you. Mark wants you. They don’t want to share you.

“Move out my way Markus.” Minhyun growls throwing an elbow to the leaner boy.

Mark hissed as his hands palm and shove the boy’s face, as breathing belts darkly. “Piss off Lee Minhyun.”

They push and shove each other just to get to you first but once you turned around with a huff, swearing a puff of white smoke emits from your ears, nostrils and the head as the boiling anger from within raises to high blood pressure— they back away slightly scared. If it’s one thing the two brothers know it is that you are ballistically terrifying when angry and they don’t wish to deal with angry you.

“You know what I’m going home alone today. How about you guys leave me alone if you cannot stay in one space long enough to be around me.” You add to them with a growl before walking off in the distance leaving the two stunned boys who let go off each other’s bodies with a soft whine leaving their lips. Minhyun let’s out a loose groan, you were supposed to get inside his car, it’s why he drove here. But Mark had to ruin it didn’t he. Mark on the other hand promised to walk you home! You always do that.

Mark rubs the back of his head. “What about our walk Y/n!” He calls out to you, though you ignore him.

Minhyun snarking. “I was suppose driving her home today.” Mark gawks at his brother. “As if. We always walk home.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really need to realise that she likes me better and you are simply the spare. I am the real deal. She clearly wants me and not you.”

He balls his tongue inside his tongue before he looks at Minhyun with a deadly glare in the black iris’ pupils, a look that could kill though he didn’t have enough body pressure to throw a punch. It wouldn’t be a first time that happened with them.

“You shut your mouth. You don’t know anything about her.” Mark said grabbing forward Minhyun by the collar. “Talk to me when you know what her favourite movie or Starbucks order is, Dickhead.” Letting go off the fabric leather collar as he walks off leaving Minhyun smirking at the angered boy.

Truth be honest, Mark has the most troubling anger management issues. Minhyun has never struggled with anger. Instead he struggles with his constant jealousy problem.

It’s funny though to see his little brother get so worked up, seeing the way his face turns hellish; Minhyun has to admit he must be head over heels for you, but that no can’t do.

He can’t have you. You’re his. He’s about to make sure of it.

The screen from your laptop welcomed you with bright light beckoning enough to warmly scorch your poorly tired and sore eyes as to last nights stupidly frustrating all-nighter ; what frustrates you the most is that you have an limitless pile of deadlines tasks to do therefore it looks like you’ll be needing to do more than one goddamn nighter. You can’t help but remember how your mother said to your high schooler self in the past that university was fun. Fun? If so when does the real fun start because fast forwarding three years you are still here with your head buried in books and your mentality reaching its downright limit .

You hear a door knock and as your eyes linger off your laptop you stand up and rush to the front reaching it to open, you thought this better be important enough to distraught you from your studies, and it was. Your eyes widen as you look at the unfamiliar face standing in an very unfamiliar setting. Minhyun in front of your door? Why? What did he need from you that seems so urgent considering the wet hair, soaking from the rain you haven’t even noticed it started to pour down, all the clothes sticking on his poor freezing body. His face had a sense of conflict and urgency that you felt the need to question, but when you’re about to speak and ask why he’s here, Minhyun pushes his hand on your doorway leaning down to your face.

His breathe was deathly cold you saw white smoke flowing out, his tongue rolling as he spoke. “I’m here for our unannounced study sesh.” He croaks out a smirk as your eyebrows squint together in confusion , wondering what sesh? It hit you right after Minhyun brushes past and enters inside your apartment wandering in front of you. You didn’t fight him or his nuisance presence wherein fact you simply went back to studying at your table on the floor.

Minhyun made himself at home with ease as if he was completely unbothered resting on the floor. You couldn’t focus with his damn presence around though, you hate it, you hate how much you gravitate to Minhyun and his troublesome tactics. You dislike the way he intrigues and controls you. You truly dislike that you want him near even though you know he will be giving out consequences and it truly makes your skin shawl with shivers. He was staring at you already when you look up giving him a short glance before hissing out in complaint.

“Here take the towel. You’re distracting me by how soaking you are on my floor.” He heard you hiss as you threw a white towel at him. Minhyun catches it with one hand before tugging the wet red locks in it and rubbing his cold-frozen face.

He grunts in the towel, finally letting out a relaxed and less stiff sigh. “Ugh that feels better.” You raise your eyebrow shaking your head until he let go off the towel and he crawls closer to the table in which you retort back instantly , starting to interrogate his true intentions of why he came here and what exactly was his deal because there’s no way you would ever study with a guy like Minhyun who shared equal hatred to doing something like that.

“Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” You throw at the red head boy who gazed at you.

He looks like he was contemplating what to say. Nevertheless he continues taunting leisurely without shame: Minhyun’s the most shameless of them all. Even though you offered plenty of times to give him the opportunity of studying with you because you truly felt bad how far he was behind his university classes, he rejected you and then reprimanded you for trying to help him. Insulting your kindness to offer him a choice to help him through school. So why now? What made him come here to study now.

“I changed my mind.” You saw him shrug his shoulders as he said this and you roll your lips forward. “Oh yeah?” You say back and he hums a nod quickly to you.

His voice creepily lays on you with comfort and it makes your skin prickle as much as you wish to hate it you couldn’t and that is why you’re so conflicted with the way his dark eyes lay on you the more he crawls to you keeping you trapped in your own apartment. “I’d rather be a loser with you than have someone else do that.” He seeks a jealous remark causing your eyes to leave wonders as you let out a sudden softly chuckle in the air, it felt like magic to hear you speak and laugh; it’s insane to think he’s this obsessed with a girl he only met at a campus few times and then slowly throughout the years… you keep meeting and meeting. Like god was simply paving the way for you to meet more and more.

You bring your lips to shut as Minhyun looks at you confused as to why you were laughing at him. “Jealousy is a great motivator for you.” You smirk at him as he looks at you up and down.

Eyeing you like you’re what he wants. Not studying but only you.

He groans, demandingly. “Don’t tease me. It’s hard to control myself around you as it is.” He said with a warning but somehow you didn’t listen and lean closer whispering to his ears. You abandoned your studies without realising. You left your school work for this guy who had you thinking things. Had you feeling things you never wanted to feel.

As your voice leaves a whisper haunting his ears. “Oh yeah? I think I’ll stick to doing just that.” And his lips fell in a straight line when you crawl more to his space between you closing it, it’s the way your eyes flash at him . You were truly sly, he knew it. The way his hands slip round your back suddenly pushing you down on to his lap to sit your lips help a gasp deeply inside as his lips invade yours:

It felt like an intense rollercoaster to be kissing Minhyun with so much movement there wasn’t a time where neither of you were practically suffocating yourself to deepen the kiss, you were both at each other’s disposal but there was something with the way that Minhyun was just in control. But you didn’t hate it in any way, as you knew, he was jealous and it seems to of turned you on seeing him completely infatuated to the point he ran here to see you in middle of a heavy rain storm. He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t thinking straight. All thanks to you wondering if Mark is at your place right now, studying, talking or touching you. He wants to be here in his place and he thanks the lord he is.

He felt blessed to have you on his lap and kissing him with twice as passion as he has for you. It threw him off guard as he could only imagine what you tasted and felt like and now it’s happening; “Mh you have no idea how much I’ve fantasied about this. About kissing your lips late at night.” Minhyun hoarsely croaks as he suddenly flips you over to the couch laying you down with a pin as he stays on top. You blink at the sudden change of positions and you couldn’t help but listen in awe. “I have to admit it’s better than i could ever imagine.” Minhyun groaning past your lips, spreading the wet trailing kisses down to the neckline and on your cleavage through the pyjama top.

The boy didn’t hesitate to slide off the pyjama top hungrily eyeing your beautiful resting chest that he gropes and pampering with mini kisses , how comes to acknowledge how you’re wearing a pretty set of Crimson Lace lingerie “This is pretty. But I’d prefer it off…” he says, you felt your thighs clench together the more he teased your nipples with the bare hint of his teeth grazing it. The more he pulls on your nipples and the way the cold air inflicts it with his contrasting hellish warm breathe, coating it with saliva you squeeze a moan in the moment. Minhyun didn’t leave the opportunity to pass when he can finally mark the hell out of your skin. There’s no way he won’t do this.

As his teeth and lips simply abuse your beautiful and clean skin you can’t help but become a desperate mess as to why he was taking his sweet timing being such a slow poke; you wanted him to rail you down on your couch already, you need him, you’re aching for him. But even so you could tell Minhyun was holding back and savouring the moment unlike you. You wondered what could make him tick off, you wondered what can you say to make the boy fuck you so hard you forget your own name.

“Minhyun…” You call out as the boy flashed you a grin coyly at your desperate face, watching him so sternly with a sudden frustration flashing on your face. “I want you to hurry up, I need you.” You state and Minhyun licks his bottom lip.

There was something about the way you were both desperate but so angry, it turns him on seeing you angry. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind you lashing out on him. Hell does that make him love you provoking him?

“I want to enjoy this moment, because you never know if this will be the last time.” He slings through playing with the waistband of your lower pyjama clothing. You raise your head on the side whispering a remark.

“I bet if Mark was here he would’ve fucked me so much better by now.”

There it was exactly what you called a deathwish from Minhyun who looks at you with the absolutely-dead eyes- wanting to now fuck the shit and attitude out of you. It’s the way you love seeing his eyes go from lust to pure jealously in the moment and you shouldn’t lie, but you felt your stomach doing flips and turns full of butterflies seeing the way his demure and personality flipped off. He wasn’t going easy on you now. The sweet and caring Minhyun’s gone and you were left only with the cruel and merciless king who’s going to ruin the fuck out of you whether you like it or not. What’s the sickening part is that It’s what you wanted. You want him to treat you like he’s in control and you wish to challenge him. You want to be put in your place.

Your inner brat-ness couldn’t be controlled and Minhyun surely doesn’t mind taming a brat down the hard way. The easy way out wasn’t in your vocabulary anyways.

He shares no voice with you until he had you pulling upwards by grabbing a handful of your hair. He unbuckled the belt and slid down the jeans along with the calvin klein boxers, your eyes sparkle at the veiny abdomen and how pretty his monster cock simply was springing up with ease and Mark didn’t share you any instructions. Instead he: Grabbed your face roughly squeezing your jaw, telling you to open your pretty and useless mouth up, you obliged quickly to his words and he shoved his cock down your throat not caring if you gag or what not. Seeing you struggle might make him cum quicker.

Then again he was kind to you. You didn’t want that though because you simply love being ruined. You dislike the way you love how much he was pounding your mouth as if it’s nothing but a hole for him to get his girthy-cock used and it clouds your judgement with lust. Your cheeks hollow as you take more of his cock inside , as much as you’re gagging you can’t help but want more of him in your mouth. It was so small and tiny comparing to how wide and big he was, it made him watch you struggle arouse him more though. The way you couldn’t even use your mouth. He was constantly pushing against you and there was no way for you to run. You’re going to leave with a sore mouth, was his determined goal. Until you’re crying or tapping him to stop.

But instead you moan shamelessly at how deep his tip of the cock was rampaging the back of your throat, the way his size expands your mouth and curls in your cheeks too. Your eyes watery because this was only one speed, he had plenty of mores still ahead of him . You mentally should’ve presented yourself with the idea of: don’t piss off a raging jealous twin who wants to fuck you and possess you. Otherwise he will break your mouth and you’ll be the one complaining about it later on. Minhyun grabs your head pushing you forward in which he slows down the pace, so he could stay watching your mouth slowly crawl up and finally take him entirely in the mouth. Your eyes widen, looking above. Minhyun was gazing at you coldly before rubbing your hair in a messy ponytail with his hands and his thrusts, went berserk.

“Hm. I bet Mark couldn’t fuck your mouth like this. Look at you, crying over how much I’m destroying your face, I bet you knew Mark could never do this to you darling.”

His voice reeks of envy.

The way his was not even thrusting anymore but causing you to deep-throat him with such long and harsh thrusts, they were quick like constant jabs punching you and it makes your throat itch and hurt but even then you felt his cock twitch and your desires were overcoming with the pain to make him cum. Minhyun groans and you felt yourself become a people pleaser again— wanting to please him and only him. Wanting to help him out with the pent up frustration and he does. Snapping out with inconsistencies in the pounding to your face fucking, his lips die off an end as he was breathing heavily.

“That’s right baby, take all of it, don’t let any slip out yeah?” Minhyun swirls his cock in your mouth as it twitched one last time before the liquid snaps out in multiple lines inside your painfully stinging and warm mouth begging for a break. He watches you struggle to keep your mouth closed as his pink and reddish top of his cock leaves and you spill some on the corner to your lips. Minhyun growls grabbing your face forward, as he starts to ridicule you. “I said don’t let any slip out, Y/n did my cock fuck you so good that you can’t remember how to close your mouth and swallow?” He seeks his finger wiping the cum dribbling down as his fingers were pushed in your mouth, salvaging it back inside keeping your mouth full until you swallowed.

You haven’t recovered from the way he was simply abusing your mouth like it was an Inn and Out placement, so when he flips you over from the back with your head up and the back arched in circular motions as his fingers tied on the waistline stripping you he had you on display for the way his eyes lay on your beautiful figure with curves and a round ass that he groped. Smacking it with one hand as the other kneads it like it were a dough, seeing how it jiggles with the slap you found yourself letting out a soft sigh. He smirks hearing you become so sensitive over everything now. He just can’t wait to hear you when he enters you, it’ll be a sight to see and a show to hear.

“I’m not even sure if i should eat you out anymore, with the way you loosely mention my brothers name. Maybe you should go and ask him…” He suddenly says changing the way his tactics go and your eyes widen. Wait that wasn’t what’s supposed to happen. He was supposed to fuck you after you encourage his jealousy issue. Why was he suddenly turning the tables round you?

He pulls away and you grab the sheets whining, god, if he’s trying to make you beg than he shouldn’t do this you’ll do anything now. You can’t be left like this and there’s no way you’re calling Mark to fuck you when you truly want Minhyun now and there. You meekly call out, as an invitation. “No! No no. Minhyun I want you. I don’t want Mark.” You said quickly catching the boy to pause and smirk in delight hearing you. He reaches for your ass again, humming as he rubs your body.

“You want me right? Only me.” He ceases to say and you held your breathe. “Yes yes. Only you. Fuck. I want you to fuck me badly.”

He scoffs at how much you’re begging, it’s amazing to hear it, and he can’t wait to fuck you either but there’s just something lingering in the air that he can’t push the thought of. “I don’t believe you.” He states and you glare with a huff.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll go and call Mark.” You state with the grit to your teeth but that’s was what done it for him. Minhyun broke out of the sweet dearly caring demure again and had you face plant as his cock was watching your entrance before sliding inside due to how wet you are; it was easy to slip and out without you noticing and look at you moaning loudly in the mattress covering your face in the bedsheets like a whore you are. Minhyun had you waiting for you to act up, purposely, so he could fuck you like the white you want to be treated like and he wants to show you who’s wanting you and who isn’t. He doesn’t want you to even know Mark. He wants you to forget him. To stop mentioning him. He wants you to speak about him and mention him only so he can see Mark’s defeated face when you pick him.

He wishes to crush his brothers dreams of ever having you and knowing you, he wants you to be screaming his name that you only know him and cease to exist without him would be hard. It’s the way you fell completely in disbelief at how his thick cock was pursing through your tight velvet walls and the way his tip was constantly coursing through to your womb hitting the right spots you weren’t sure were able to be reached within a milestone; Minhyun had you bend down like you were an animal on display for him, he had you being fucked like you were nothing but a human bodily flesh for him to use and treat like his cum dump. He tried his best to be sweet to you but you didn’t take it. You wanted this.

You wanted him to be mean and jealous. You took advantage of his jealousy not once but twice now and it was going to be final for you to do this to him. You were lost so much in the pleasure you felt yourself go dizzy and weak, but Minhyun didn’t care, no, he truly didn’t. He was lost in his own pleasure as his cock kept going in and out of you— reconnecting to your tight pussy that feels like it’s made to be around him, clenching enough to make him cum right there and then and he doesn’t want this to end so quickly.

He was edging you through your own orgasm too. Whenever you became so close to the end as you clench harder he slows down the pace and you were simply gripping the bedsheets with frustration. He had you waiting and waiting for an orgasm until you simply beg for it and cry. You wanted this, Mean Minhyun, and you got it.

“You asshole.” You weakly spat in the bedsheets as he heard you curse, with a smirk growing wider on the face he pounds into you deeper the more you curse him out. “Hm, good girls get to orgasm. You have to earn it however.” He slants as he goes quicker again and you cry out. “Please I want to cum. Please. I can’t take much anymore.” You plead at his mercy as his eye watches you before reaching down with his palm to your exposed and bare clit. You gasp with your eyes widening, what was he doing? Was he purposely trying to pleasure you as he edged you?

You let out a yelp when his two fingers work his way in circular motions on your sensitive clit as his thrusts sternly kept a same identical pace of an animal pounding in you with all desires to have you. The overstimulation empowers through your body and when you realise the abdomen becomes warm and you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm you start to warn Minhyun in panic.

“Fuck, Min-Minhyun I’m close. Fuck fuck. Please can I cum, please. Give it to me please.” Said your voice dimming down and choking a moan midway, his glum and cruel voice creepily crawls behind you as his head pulls on your hair. “Cum on my cock since you’re begging this much.” He stated without much emotions as he groans, the way his hand flicks to your clit on the wrist and it didn’t take long for you to let go and have it snap right there and then.

You thought you were going to cum a little, boy, you were wrong. The overstimulation constantly had you waiting and waiting piling on so much that you squirt over your orgasm on his cock and down on the couch bedsheets, you would be sloppily trying your best with wobbling arms to stay up but you fell right on your face and chest as your breasts manoeuvre. Minhyun let go off your clit with a shock entering his body but it was an awe seeing the way you squirt due to how much he pleasured you, he felt a sling of ego rising in him and he mockingly adds to you. “God you squirted, did i pleasure you that much you couldn’t take it?” He sneers at you because you look fucked out dumb, literally with the way your eyes were clenching. You could no longer see without seeing black. It was that overwhelming.

It was your first time squirting too, who would’ve thought it was this powerful more than a normal orgasm? Seriously. You didn’t have time to recover at all and Minhyun pushed his cock further until he was twitching deep inside you, you could tell he was close and this somehow fuels you to take more and more of his demanding and pounding thrusts inside you leaving your pussy squelching. With your squirting on his hard cock he felt how warm your juices spew on him and he couldn’t lie it was a sight to turn on anyone, he felt the way his abdomen become harder to control as his thrusts getting closer and now he was simply pushing your face down in the pillows angling himself deeper in you. You were forced to lay on your stomach and the way your body follows his in synch, he fucks you deeper in an angle you couldn’t imagine.

“I’m going to cum inside you, fill you nice and up for Mark to see if he ever does.” He greedily said and your ears perk up at those words as did your body, clenching, he smirks feeling the way you were secretly enjoying this jealous side of him and so was he; he couldn’t lie. “Yeah? You like the sound of that huh? You’re so filthy Y/n. I bet you like the sound of me cumming inside you. Fucking a baby in to you. Do you like that Hm?”

You could only respond with a muffled moan as the couch creeks open and his cock spasms as well with his body, stuffing your abused hole with his his warm and scorching liquid filling you full to the brim of his cum. You let out a sigh of relief as Minhyun slants next to you with an exhausting expression and beads of sweat.

You roll over as Minhyun was quick to stand up gathering the clothes on the floor that were scattered especially your beautiful lingerie set — he then gets changed first. You wondered why did he hurry away when you thought he left, he actually came back from the kitchen with a glass of water. You look up at him, surprised, but an other half of you felt flustered. You sit up and reach for the glass but when he saw the way you were trembling, especially your arms, he stops you.

“Let me help you.” Minhyun gently said and you didn’t dare reject him as your lips drink from the cup as he helped you to be fed.

You shyly look down and Minhyun helped you get changed. He made sure you were taken care off. It really leaves you surprised with the way he was fucking you like an rabid dog and now here he is being this sweet and gentle soul you weren’t even aware he had this side of him. But it somehow makes you melt. It does.

He fell back in to his devilish smirk before grabbing a hold of your Crimson Lace Lingerie. “You should wear this more often.” Minhyun said. You raise your eyebrows together. “You like that set?” You smile and Minhyun let’s out a soft laugh.

“I fucking love it. Maybe next time,” he croaks out playfully before travelling close to you with a hint, he flashed you flirty eyes and smile. “I can fuck you wearing that only?” He would ask and you felt your heart drop at the suggestion.

You have a feeling this will become a daily-on-thing in the future.

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❀ It's hard to love ❀

Scara x Reader (Lumine)

Uni AU

Childhood friends (slow burn?)

SFW but slightly suggestive

Mention of drugs and smoking

⚘I work really hard to write and draw for each fanfic! I hope you like it! ⚘

Why is it that hard to love?

Scara and you have been knowing each other since childhood. You have been to field trips together, you have tried the same hobbies and have been to the same classes.

He keeps trying, for what? He doesn't even know. But whatever he's trying it's to no avail.

Everytime he tries to be nicer it's not working.

The other day, you went to the university's cafeteria and ordered a latte.

"Are you buying this shit again?" He exclaims disgusted.

What he was trying to say is..."I could buy it for you." But he didn't. He fucking didn't, and it pissed him off. He felt like a moron.

You roll your eyes in annoyance, knowing him full well. He was always like that, but you do know his soul. You know how he feels and who he really is. You can feel it when he has cried the night before.

Oh does he cry often.

But none knows, you were not supposed to know, but you do, you can sense it.

After university ends you both head to the library to study, he holds and sips on his third bitter coffee as he's listening to music and reading on the desk next to you, focusing on his studies. You instead, cannot study, for the love of God, how can you? It's the perfect time to steal glances at him. When he's listening to music, he really doesn't understand what's going on around him. The only thing you can do is doodle him as he's unaware. He's a top student, but none really expected him to be this good when he got to university. In school, he was always fighting with the other kids, never studying, always causing trouble. You have asked him a couple of times if he has ever done drugs. To which he answered no, but you knew he was lying.

Luckily, when high school ended, he could finally move from his mother's house to live with his aunt, which did him really good. It was still hard to have conversations, though, yet you cherished him because even if he acted like an asshole at times, he was always present, especially when you needed him, and that was enough.

It seems like you daydreamed for way too long.

"What are you looking at, Idiot." He exclaims, annoyed, he's right in front of your face, and you didn't even notice. This makes you jump from your seat and immediately look for the notebook you were doodling on. Where is it???

"Are you looking for that?" He holds it like a piece of crap by a page, between his index finger and his thumb, letting the rest hang.

You try to grab it, but to no avail, he flashes a satisfied, rather evil grin before he lets it fall and immediately catches it midway through on the air, which makes the book close loudly.

"Give it back..."

"Hah." He scuffs mockingly. Curiosity has won him over, and he opens the notebook eagerly. He didn't mean to pry on your private stuff...he didn't know why he did it. Maybe he needed a sign... maybe...

His eyes widen as he finally reaches the point of the book which is full of doodles...doodles of him.

You look down embarrassed, trapping your hand between your thighs in order to protect your body from the invisible force of shame. You expect him to mock you, but instead, his face...changes color?

His cheeks begin flashing a pink tint just before his whole face turns red, his ears too.

He immediately closes the book and gives it to you, all while looking away to avoid your gaze. Little did he know you also looked away from him. You try to get your book back, grabbing it forcefully in case he attempts to pull it away, but your fingers slightly touch his. He shivers and covers his face in response. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, he tells himself, to convince his spirit to calm down.

"I....I will see you later, bye."

He walks away in hurry, banging the door behind him which makes everyone in the library to raise their head and look at that direction, you try to hide your own face before the people notice the action was related to you. Your heart is still beating like crazy. It almost makes you feel dizzy. Did he really see it all? What if he hates you now? Maybe he'll avoid you... this is so embarrassing. You lay your face straight on the desk, followed by a defeated groan.

Scaramouche walks fast to get back home, too fast, he almost trips a few times. His mind arguing by itself.

"Why the fuck is she doodling me?"

"These drawings were pretty good, does he think I'm handsome?"

"Maybe she just doodles whoever she finds in front of her to practice."

"Does she... draw other people too...?"

He stops at this last thought to take a deep, reaaaally deep breath.

"Fuck." He's too deep into this, it ruins him, it hurts him to the core, but when you're around it feels great, he feels like he can achieve everything when you're next to him, as if it's only the two of you in the world. It's genuinely confusing, his mind is spinning, he stops outside his apartment and lights a cigarette. He lays his back against the yellow cemented wall. He releases the smoke and arches his head back to look at the sky, it's cloudy, gray, and it reminds him of the mess he is. He relates to the storm, and he hates it.

His aunt, Nahida, storms out of the door in an appron, slippers and a spoon which genuinely startles Scara, the cigarette drops from his mouth to the ground, as his eyes followed the now useless cigarette he notices it begins to get covered in rain, which adds to its uselessness. Drowns it.

"Are you smoking again? What did I say?"

"Look, I'm an adult. I don't smoke in your house, so that should be enough."

Nahida understands the cold interior. He thinks that if he does whatever is necessary, there's no point for anyone to bother him. He has no idea how someone can do something out of care...or worry. Or maybe he has, but he doesn't wanna believe he deserves this kind of treatment.

"The food is ready, you should get in, you'll catch a cold in the rain!" She says, patting his back just before she gets in again.

Scara watches her as she enters the house. Suddenly, his body bounced as he recalled the fact that your house was somewhat far to walk back to. He leaps forward, stepping on the cigarette he previously dropped, to go and find you.

As he guessed, he spotted you on the avenue near your uni.

Just before you crossed the road, you were trying to cover yourself with your hoodie, wearing your backpack to your stomach, trying to protect the books from the rain. He gasps at your sight, he stops running, trying to catch his breath, he leans forward and his fists clench on his knees. This feeling again. He hesitates to call out your name.

A car passes by really fast, splashing water all over you, Scara in anger yells at the car from afar.

"Go to hell, fucker!"

You jerked your head, blinking as you notice his familiar figure.

"Scara?!" You yell from the other side. However, your voice is muffled by the loud sound of the rain as it gets heavier, he cannot hear you but manages to read his name on your lips.

Oh fuck. He thinks to himself, did he mess up again? He wants to run to you and cover you up...but he just stays in place, staring at you, his pupils shake as the rain pours on him, his wet hair all over his face. Theres a moment of silence before you decide to pass by the road, trotting to his direction in worry.

"What are you doing here??"

He tries to talk... wants to... but, but... why is it so hard? ... ah!!! Fuck it!

In one quick movement, he swings his hand and grabs your wrist forcefully, pulling you close to him.

Another pause. Your heart flutters for a moment, his indigo eyes looking into your own as if he's searching for something, grasping your attention. He cuts the silence like a knife would cut the butter, his sharp voice demanding your attention.

"Let's go."

He walks on the opposite side of you, pulling you behind him, slowly speeding up his steps, leading you towards his apartment.

"I thou--I mean, Nahida thought that it's best you don't walk all this distance in the rain, you will catch a cold."

You can barely hear him among the pitter-patter of the extremely heavy rain.

"It's okay, I can go..."

He tilts his head back, with a frown, his gaze pierces you angrily.

"It's half an hour trip, literally shut the fuck up."

"Okayyy, Mister, I'm sorry!"

"Hmph."

He rotates his head to the direction you're heading again, still pulling you.

You finally reach your destination. There's no time to process anything before he opens the door, almost throwing you inside before him. He wants you to get to safety quickly, but damn, is he rude about it. You both leave your shoes by the door.

"Look who's here!" Nahida greets you both. She rushes in to turn on the water heater and helps you both take off your coats and bags.

You know her very well, you have been staying for dinner a lot of times. You live alone, so Nahida always likes to treat you with good food instead of going back home to instant noodles.

You both sit on the table, somewhat awkward. You fiddle on the towel on your head. Nahida places the plates on the table, Scara helps her lazily, the glasses are clinging against each other, he separates them from his hands and puts them next to the plates. The menu today has chelow kebab. You love that dish. The aroma of the well cooked beef against the steamy rice together with the variety of spices is filling your system, revealing a hunger you didn't know you have. You all begin to eat and chat about all the random topics. Might that be school, family situations or even funny moments you all shared together, the kitchen is filled with laughter, and of course, Scara's grumpiness when it comes to the two women remembering funny moments that do not benefit him at all, which causes you to laugh even harder.

The water finally got hot, Scara insists on you getting into the shower first to avoid catching a cold. He never gets sick anyway.

You do as you're told and get in. It feels like home, so there's not much embarrassment going around. You shower quickly without many thoughts in your mind. The hot water dropping on your body helps your muscles relax, and your temperature finally comes back to normal. You quickly get out in the robe Nahida gave you and sprint into Scara's room.

He notices you as you enter the room and close the door behind you. He takes a long sip of his bitter black tea.

"Why the heck did she give you my robe?"

A jolt of surprise runs in your body like electricity. You take a moment to really shake the dirty thought that lingers in your mind. He has been in the robe you're wearing...naked.

"Um..."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Nevermind, I have another."

It's very challenging to hide the fact that your imagination is running wild at this moment.

What does he look like naked??

"Are you gonna just stand on top of my head all night? Sit down."

You try to find of an excuse.

"I was thinking that my clothes haven't dried yet..."

He raises an eyebrow.

"...and?"

A short moment of silence follows.

"I'll bring you some."

"You have women's clothes?"

"No, dumbass. I'll give you my clothes."

He reaches for the drawer and it doesn't take much time for him to pull out a pair of pajamas.

"Am I going out on pajamas?"

You clearly are playing dumb.

"I'm not sure if you pretend to be stupid or you actually are. The rain ain't gonna stop anytime soon. You're staying here.

He demands it, and you're not bothered at all by it.

"Are you sure?"

"There's no point to repeat what I just said." He's already walking out of the room midway the sentence, leaving you alone in the room, with the folded cloth sitting on your thighs and drops from your -still- wet hair running down your back, you attempt to remove your robe and dress up, till you notice the black underwear, his underwear. He really gave it to you just like that? You're way too hesitant to wear this. You're getting shy, or perhaps the thoughts in your head are rising at an increasingly dangerous speed. The creaking sound of the door opening drags you out of your thoughts, and a Scara in baggy clothes emerges.

"Why are you still sitting in the robe? Do you wish to soak my bed?"

You do wish to soak his bed.

"I'm sorry...it's just...um..."

He raises an eyebrow, your brain tries to focus on something else. The only thing it can pick up is the sound of the fabric on his hoodie as he crosses his arms. The silence is deafening.

"...Go on."

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

His head turned slightly to the side, his eyes turned down and forward to you.

"Yea, I just zoned out a bit. I'm going to change, can you turn around?"

The question embarrasses Scara, he doesn't even know the reason, he would prefer to be in the same room as you while you change, but his brain betrays his love deprived heart once again, it is not new to him. He simply opens the door to get out.

"Be fast about it."

But that doesn't mean he won't follow up with an act of kindness. Sometimes, passes till he knocks the door, and you let him in. He's holding a cup of hot chocolate. A tiny smile surfaced from the corners of Scara's mouth just when he saw you in his own clothes, even if small, the smile was radiating a sense of pride and...joy.

"Good."

He hands you the cup.

"Thanks..."

You place the hem of the cup on your mouth, taking a sip of your drink as you sit uncomfortably in his unexpectedly comfortable clothes.

"You didn't have to--" He cuts you off angrily.

"Cut the pleasantries. This is not like you at all."

Of course it is not. Your mind is too busy wandering around, imagining things you shouldn't.

"Would you be satisfied if I treated you like a bitch?"

"Maybe I would."

Wow. What?!

You both pause.

"I mean, I appreciate honesty, alright."

"I can be nice and honest."

"You're unbearable."

"And you're a prick."

"Are you sure about that? You're wearing this pricks clothes right now."

"I swear I could--"

I could remove them.

"--hit you right now.

"You? Hit me? Get a grip."

Maybe I'm into that.

You raise your arm as if you're going to hit him, jokingly landing your hand on his arm.

He scoffs. And you do, too. You find yourself laughing. Oh, how he loves your laugh. How he enjoys seeing you sitting comfortably in his room, in his clothes. He wishes to stop time right now, engrave this moment in his consciousness.

"Say...Lumine."

"Hm?"

Not gonna lie. The sudden change of mood stressed you, your eyes locked with his, and your eyebrows rose in curiosity. A line appeared between his brows as his eyes leered, trying to guess your expression as much as you were trying to guess his own.

It was always like that, no matter how close you would be to each other, there was always this invisible wall, as if his soul is within reach but you could never reach it, a distant dream, but a nightmare contiguous with your consciousness. The nightmare of losing him, the nightmare of him turning his back away from you, never looking behind him again.

It took him a long time to speak, you didn't rush things, he looked like he needed time, you saw it as his eyes, from a starry sky turned into a deep distant ocean.

He was scared. God only knows what he was scared of.

"Nevermind."

Another one ended convo. How many times did you go through this? It stirred your heart dry.

Your ribcage felt like it's compressing your chest, your heart swollen into it, about to burst, if this happened...your feelings would pour out...then he'll leave...he'll...

"No."

"What?"

His eyes widen, and a glimpse of hope poured out of them, giving this vast ocean a glimmer of the stars you witness inside his soul.

"I know something is wrong, Scara. Why are you avoiding me? What are you so scared of?"

His eyebrows frowned, he looked angry....or desperate...it was hard to read his expressions. You kept talking.

"I appreciate honesty as much as you do. However, you're not honest. No, you're not lying to me or to Nahida. You're lying to yourself. Have you ever allowed yourself to swallow anything else than this bitter tea?"

You felt your body weak from all the overwhelming emotions. You are trying your best to stay composed, but your body shakes netherless.

He takes a deep breath, his mind begins to spin.

"Is there anything else than bitterness in life? It's the true flavor of everything. You can see it everywhere, in history, in books, poetry, and people love it. They like the bitterness, and they enjoy pouring my cup with it."

"That's not true! And even if it is..."

You pause to stroke Scara's sleeve. Nothing will stop you. He needs to witness his worth from your own eyes.

"I'll be the one who will pour the honey in that cup. No matter how much you hate it, I'll be here regardless, and I'll keep annoying you, sending you texts, memes, talking about my day to you when you picked your phone up just because I called you five times in a row."

Why is loving so damn hard?

He hates it. He hates feeling vulnerable, she hits every spot, he hates not being able to put his feelings into words, and what about actions? Whatever he does, his actions do not match the emotion. It's pointless to try, yet... there's something in him that begs her not to let go of him. When she says just that, all hell broke loose.

"How fucking Irritating."

You gasped, taking your frown away from his sight. You're about to get up and leave.

He can't let that happen. Not again.

He grabs your arm with intensity, pulling you down again.

"Let go of me--"

There's no time to get mad, there's no time to react or speak further, because...because all hell broke loose.

His lips met with yours. In a still, silent movement. The movement itself might be "emotionless," but the action itself released all the emotions in the world. He couldn't react further in fear of doing the wrong thing, however he didn't let go of your wrist, he just grasped it harder, squeezing it painfully inside his palm, his closed eyes frowned in discomfort. It was only natural. This was so out of character for him. You noticed everything because,in your own nervousness, you find it difficult to close your eyes, taking your time to process what is just happening, not responding to his kiss. Unfortunately, this made him think he did the wrong move and attempted to move away.

You...can't let him go. Not again.

You grabbed his face and clashed your lips against his own once more. Your kiss was the exact opposite to his attempt. Your expression, however, is familiar to his. Your kiss was deep and sloppy, your heart was banging against your chest, feeling your pulse hammering on your whole body, your lower abdomen felt ticklish, your whole body was stressed by the adrenaline running wild in your system. He finally responded to the kiss with the same intensity, his body pressed against yours, pushing you, causing you to fall on the bed under him, but he didn't let you just fall, he was holding your waist firmly, letting you down softly as he turned the kiss from sloppy and intense, to collected and passionate. He seemed experienced, so you followed his lead and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your hands reached the back of his neck and kept moving till you began caressing the back of his scalp carefully. A slow, cozy playlist was left playing in the background while the raindrops kept pounding on the window. Everything felt perfect, an outcome you would never expect, an outcome he wouldn't dare to even dream of.

Loving is hard, but maybe it's worth it if you're the honey to his bitter tea.

#scaralumi #scara x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche fanart #scaramouche #scara #wanderer x you #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #genshin fanfic #wanderer x reader #wanlumi #scaralumi fanfic #genshin fanart #genshin fluff

[imherewheniwant]

Mine, All Mine

Backstory- Anna and Sid are 2nd year college students who've been dating for a few months now and Sid seems to have quite a fan following.

Genre: Smut.

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Anna was reading a book while Sid was completing an assignment in the uni cafeteria when a blonde girl walked towards them, speaking loudly. "Hi, Sid! Oh my God it's such a nice day what are you doing in here??"

Sid looked up from his paper and smiled at her politely. "Oh hi, Emily. I was just working on this pap-" "Look at you sitting there and working and looking just delicious. If you were my boyfriend I'd never leave you alone," Emily cut him off. At this, Anna peered over her glasses, head still buried in her book to check out the girl so shamelessly flirting with her boyfriend. She wasn't really the jealous type but this girl was starting to annoy her.

Sid chuckled uncomfortably, "Uh huh well, i AM here with my girlfriend so..." Emily looked at Anna, "Omg how embarrassing! I didn't see you there, hi I'm Emily!" She stuck out her hand. Anna, still peering at her over her glasses, gave her a tiny smile of acknowledgement and went back to reading, ignoring the hand and leaving it hanging. Sid felt Anna's mood change and said, "Em, I'll see you in class. I've gotta work on this assignment. Ok?" "Yeah, sure. Bye Sid! Miss you already!" Emily left, winking at Sid, not subtly.

Sid rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Anna, "Wow she's unbelievable. I try to shake her off but-" Anna cut him off by getting up and walking out of the cafeteria. Sid followed her trying to figure out what to say. He considered bringing his laptop but she was walking so fast that he decided he could just come back later and pick it up.

When they reached the corner that lead to the washrooms, Anna suddenly turned around, facing Sid. He stopped and looked at her. Something was definitely off. "Well, aren't you just so popular," she taunted him. "Anna, it's nothing. She's like that with everyone. I'm so-" Anna didn't let him finish his sentence (again) and pulled him by his leather belt. He jolted towards her, confused. "You're so polite... can't even shut down a girl making passes at you while your girlfriend is sitting right there,"

Sid was surprised. He hadn't seen Anna ever get jealous before. He tried to laugh but his breath got caught in his throat. He gulped and continued, "Are you jealous right now?" "Most definitely, yes. And you know what? I don't think I should let you slide with that." Saying this, she pulled him into a cubicle in the girl's washroom, still grabbing his belt. "What are you doing, Anny?" Sid asked, a little out of breath and quite aroused.

"You're getting punished, baby," she said in a husky voice that Sid hadn't heard before. Before he could react, Anna unbuckled his belt and started pulling down his corduroys. Anna had given him a blowjob once before, last week. That was the first time for both of them but she had been pretty good. Sid didn't like to admit how many times those visuals had crossed his mind during the last 4 days.

Anna got on her knees (well her knees didn't actually touch the floor, they were in a washroom after all) and rubbed the hardening dick through his boxers. She looked him directly in his eyes and he got harder immediately. "I want you to remember this. Think about it every time someone looks at you the way Emily today."

With that she pulled down his boxers and the fully erect dick sprang free. Anna licked a stripe along its shaft, eliciting a half sigh/half moan from Sid. He put one hand in her black hair but she stopped him. "No baby. You don't get to do anything." She took off her hair tie and tied both his wrists together. He clearly wasn't happy about this but his dick twitched, making Anna smirk and Sid blush.

Anna continued licking his dick and when it started leaking precum, she licked the slit on top, making Sid shudder and the moan he had been suppressing escaped his throat. Anna shook her head slightly, warning him against making any sound. This was going to be really difficult for him.

She then took his entire length in her mouth and worked on the base with her hand. Sid was biting down on his lip so hard that it had started bleeding. He had never felt like this before. It felt like he was transcending dimensions and he was so close... so close... when suddenly, Anna pulled away. "No!" Sid whimpered. His hard, red cock protesting. Anna stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "This is a punishment, baby. You're not being rewarded." She opened the door and began to walk out. Sid stopped her, "Anna what the fuck? Don't just..." he implored to her. Anna smiled evilly and said, "Pull up your pants baby. Come out and complete your assignment. Also, do NOT touch yourself... at all."

She strode out, leaving Sid begging for more. But he knew better than to cross her. So he stayed there for a few more minutes, trying to calm down (might have been the most difficult thing he'd had to do) and then, splashing a little water on his face, he joined Anna back at their table. He wouldn't disagree if you mention the way he had to keep adjusting himself was because every time he so much as glanced at Anna, all he could think about was what he wanted to do her because of the way he'd left him. (Also because of how arousing the whole ordeal had been and how he wanted to worship her for all the power she radiated).

Sid had another class to attend and then he decided to go home. Actually, he decided to go back to Anna's room. As he got there, he realized she wasn't back yet so he called her. "Yes..?" She asked, all innocent. "Where are you?" Sid asked, getting impatient. "I'm in the lab right now. Gotta check on the E.coli we've been growing. I'll be here for another half an hour I think. Why don't you use the spare key, get something to eat and wait for me?" Sid was kind of embarrassed that Anna already knew he'd be at her place but he just guffawed and was about to hang up when Anna said, softly, "Remember baby, you can't touch yourself. Bye bye!"

That one hour turned out to be the most agonizing wait of his life. He paced the room, lay down on Anna's bed, sniffing her pillowcase that smelled like her conditioner, got up again and looked out the window. Rinse and repeat a few hundred times when finally, he heard the keys turn in the keyhole and the door opened, revealing Anna. Sid could've sworn she had an aura about her. He didn't even wait for her to put down her bag. He slammed her against the door and kissed her hungrily. She retaliated, pulling at his hair. She pushed back till they were at the edge of her bed and threw him down. She took off her coat and glasses. "Strip," she commanded and Sid followed through immediately. He unbuttened his shirt and threw it on the chair where his coat rested and didn't look away from her eyes once while he got away with his trousers.

She licked her lips and pushed him back on the bed. When he tried to kiss her again, she pulled back. He growled in frustration but accepted his fate when she straddled him and started pulling of her shirt. She stripper painfully slow till she was just in her underwear, all the while making Sid drool in anticipation. She could feel his dick harden and get wet on her back but she purposefully ignored it.

After she was done, she got up from the bed and rummaged through her drawers, bringing back red ribbons. Sid realized what they were for. "Anna, please. I need to touch you. Please,"

"I need to keep reminding you, love. You're being punished here. Had you been good, you would've been able to touch me all you want. So, next time Ms. Emily pays you a visit, I hope you will remember what happens to bad boys who don't stop girls from flirting with them. Yeah?" When she finished, she had tied both his hands to her bed rest.

Then she stood at the edge of her bed, taking in the view before her, as she very slowly unhooked her bra and underwear and threw them on the floor. By this time, Sid's cock was angry and leaking and it physically hurt him, how hard he was. "Anna please... I'm sorry... you know I'd n-never... fuck!" The sudden feeling of Anna's tongue on his cock was enough to send him over the edge but the hand holding his base did not let that happen.

"I know you'd never do anything to hurt me like that baby. And I can see you haven't touched yourself since then. Thank you for being so good," she kissed the slit on his dick and then moved to his lips. It was a passionate kiss and Sid could've kissed her forever but he was so very needy right now, he couldn't help but whimper when he felt a hand graze his thighs. "Anna please...."

Anna pretended to not hear him and moved to his neck. She kissed him softly at first and then bit down on the skin right below his ear, where she knew he was the most sensitive, eliciting another moan.

"Mm you sound gorgeous, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you want me..."

Her voice sent shivers down Sid's back and made him twitch. He groaned when she straddled him again and kissed him down his chest. "Anna please..." he moaned. "Please what, baby? Use your words." He shuddered when he licked his nipple. "Pl-please fuck me. Let me in you. Let me- Let me cum please..."

His voice came out airy and high and Anna felt herself get wetter at the lewd sounds he was making. She decided she had had enough fun and gave him what he wanted. She lowered herself onto his leaking, red, rock hard dick and moaned as she felt it enter, inch by inch. Sid groaned loudly and had he not been controlling himself, he could've cum right then.

Anna started rocking back and forth. She closed her eyes and focused on the gravelly moans coming from the boy under him. His voice alone was enough to send her off the edge. She realized that Sid was holding back for her and bent down to kiss him. " I won't torture you any longer, baby". She pulled back from his cock and before he could register what happened, she took him in her mouth. All of him, choking a little as the base hit her uvula. She sucked him and he grunted, getting louder by the second. She felt him twitch and he finally came, convulsing and shuddering at the much needed release. He chanted her name and closed his eyes. NOW he had actually transcended.

Anna leaned over and wiped the tear rolling down Sid's left cheek, then she kissed him again, letting him taste himself.

When he started breathing normally again, Anna untied him and straddled him again. He didn't change the position but grabbed her by her waist, forcing her down on his still hard dick. Anna gasped at the sudden penetration and the words he said next, "You're the only one I'll ever want, my love. Let me prove it to you,"

He bucked his hips and started thrusting into her. Anna matched his rhythm and soon the room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and lewd moans. None of them held back. Anna leaned onto his chest as his hands found her hair and he went faster and harder than before.

When Sid could feel that Anna was close, he started rubbing her clit. The stimulation was too much for her to handle and she moaned his name, "Sid... sid... please I'm so close... I'm about to... oh fuck!"

"Cum for me baby. Cum for me," His husky, panting voice did it for her. She came violently shuddering and clenched around him. Her eyes rolled back as Sid rode out her orgasm, elongating it more than she could take. Then he pulled out of her and came all over her chest, moaning her name as he did.

Both of them lay down beside each other, breathing hard, never taking their hands off each other. After a few minutes, Sid turned to face Anna, who was already half asleep. "I love you, Anna. I love you with everything in me." It was the first time he had said that and wasn't even sure she heard. He pulled her into his chest and her whisper, "I love you too, Sid... I love you too,"

#oc smut #smut #bisexual smut #fem/dom #nsft #edging kink #edging and denial

[gracewritesfics]

LET ME LOVE YOU~ gracewritesfics

A Park Jimin fanfiction (available on Wattpad~ gracewritesfics)

Genre~ college romance, soft, fluff.

Chapter 1 (word count -1113)

Third person POV;

The rust coloured leaves fell slowly and lulled on the ground. but the laziest of the mornings felt like a hustle bustle at the uni.

People sat or stood in groups and chatted, laughed and gossiped. A black Porsche drove into the campus and everyone's eyes turned to it.

As it pulled over the parking space everyone continued with their chatters but only this time it was about a certain someone, who, the next moment got out of the car and locked the door behind.

He walked across the campus, in his Levi's, a garden medley shade of sweater and gucci shoes with a little heel.  five eight plus some inches of pure beauty.

Most men were handsome but Park Jimin was beautiful, carved by Aphrodite herself. He was one of the finest guy on the campus, so most girls started acting up as they saw him.

"Oh, damn sorry, I wasn't looking," a girl apologized after she had intentionally bumped into him, walking like she was several shots down.

"It's okay," Jimin replied with a curve on his lips, a smile that could make someone melt like a burning wax candle. Despite being the popular, rich guy, he was the sweetest.

"Heyo!" he gave a hi five to his best friend, Jungkook as he sat opposite to him. "sup bro?" Jungkook asked.

"All good, where's Jen?"  questioned Jimin. "She went to the cafeteria to get some coffee," Jungkook told. "Oh, classic Jen, she can't do morning lectures without a coffee" Jimin chuckled.

Jungkook, Jimin and Jennie were a trio. They were best friends since middle school. The J cube or the three musketeers. They've been friends for a long time.  

All the girls in college thought that one of the guys were probably dating Jennie but that was pure bullshit because they were just platonic friends.  

"Guys it's nine five, class starts in ten minutes," Jennie reminded them as she came back with her coffee. "Yeah let's go!"  It took a while to reach the classroom upstairs from the ground. 

They walked together talking about stuff. They always made plans together, to go to cafes, or lunch, or travel. Jennie loved to keep up with the gossip so she always filled in.

It had only been a week in uni, so they did not know much people there and they sticked together most of the time. Also, they were kinda opposite of each other;

Jimin was way too friendly and sweet, most girls mistook his kindness and thought that he liked them. He was a flirt though, he could swoon anyone over his smile and words, but he could never break a heart.

Jennie was crazy. She was a heartbreaker, not literally though. But she was full of life, she recklessly dated guys, made mistakes, saying that these are the years to have the most fun. Well, right now, she was single, cause she broke up with her old boyfriend from high school.

Jungkook did not date, anymore. He once dated a girl in junior high school,  she broke his heart. He was exhausted, because  when he loved, he loved unconditionally, passionately and madly and no one deserved that. Especially not the girls who threw themselves on him just cause he was popular and hot. So he was not into dating as of now. 

Walking up the stairs, Jennie was ahead of them both and she had to turn again and again to talk. She walked ahead with her face turned backwards when she bumped into someone and almost tripped but he caught her hand. All the books and pages, files, scattered on the stairs.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "u-uh yeah I'm fine," she replied, her eyes not moving away from his. "I'm sorry," he said and bent down to pick up all the scattered stuff. "Aniyo, it was my fault, I wasn't watching." "It's cool." he smiled.

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other and smirked. Something cooked here and they knew already.

When both were done picking up their stuff Jennie held out a hand and greeted, "I'm Jennie btw, and you?"

"I'm Taehyung, nice to meet you!" they both shook their hands.

"I thought we had a class" Jungkook interrupted. "oh..oh, yeah, will see you around then!" she told Taehyung and they went separate ways. 

"Will see you around then...hmm" jungkook imitated her in a comic way to tease her.. She just showed a middle finger.  

"We must tell the poor boy to stay beware, right Jimin?!" Jungkook teased. "Yeah we should," Jimin laughed. "seriously Jimmy? You too?" Jennie gave an eye roll.

With their banter they got into the class.  The seats were full by the time they reached, after a little quarrel, Jungkook and Jennie sat together in the last rows, and Jimin sat next to a girl who was sitting alone in a corner seat in the last looking out of the window. Even when he sat there, she didn't notice.

Jimin was quiet, he did not want to take her out of the world she was lost in and disturb her.

The professor entered the class and began teaching. She watched him for a while and acted like she was taking notes like everyone else in the class but she was rather sketching.

Jimin looked at it for a while trying to figure it out. She drew a girl in the woods, with flowers adorned in her hair, it was a work of art during a business class. 

Jimin couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, which she noticed and turned the page to hide the sketch but what for? 'Cause he already saw it.

When the professor was gone, he turned his face to her slightly. "Can i borrow your notes?" He asked.

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. obviously she knew he was teasing cause she made no notes, she was just drawing.

"They were very informative." He smiled.

"Are you making fun of me?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Nope, not at all. I think it was a work of art," he emphasized the last three words.

"You're kidding me." she said.

"No, really, you're good at it, it's a compliment!"

"Thanks, I'll take it." She replied.

"I'm Jimin, by the way, Park Jimin."

"I'm Grace Song."

"That's a beautiful name!" He smiled.

"Thank you, Jimin."

"Hey, man, let's go to the cafeteria, I'm hungry!" Jungkook called Jimin from the other seat.

"Yeah, and I need more coffee!" Jennie said.

Jimin got up and went with them and had no chance of taking a look back at Grace, and got busy in her conversations with his friends.

#writrblr #fanfic bts #fanfic #bts #romantic #bts army #fandom #romance #bts fanfic #bts icons #jimin #bts jimin #park jimin #jiminie #jimin pics #bts jimim #pjm #pjm x reader #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n

[anothanobody]

FR em in their uni’s garden where everyone are busy with their class atm.

She’s on her knees with boobs and tongue out while Eren’s pumping him dick, then he proceeded to cum on her face, tongue, neck and boobs

I did this because I want an eremika facial 💀

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lol this is wild... but public sex is still FR Eremika and TYZ's favorite. Strawberry anon always knew the right thing lol. This is probably after she finds out he defended her in the cafeteria.

Warnings: Public Sex, Facial, Masturbation.

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It was shameless of them to even think about it, but after that first reunion and sex in front of the window of his penthouse, they had grown kind of a kink for doing it in places they could get caught at.

After Mikasa became aware of the threat and how he defended her and their son, she was over the moon, kissing him with so much love and need to show him more affection.

But that innocent gratitude like always had to transform in lust and shameless actions that would come.

She had skipped her class for this, she couldn't separate from him, and he wasn't willing to interrupt their love nor go back home with a huge erection in his pants.

There was a particular look they gave each other when they pulled away from the kiss, panting and flushing, they understood immediately what it meant.

Soon her back was against the tree, her collar down making her boobs completely fall off her sundress, nipples erected while his cock made his way to slip in her entrance at once, her lace panties to side completely drenched at the growing arousal.

Her nails dug through the fabric of his shirt, his mouth was attached to her collarbone, chest and breasts, marking it just like he did every night.

Her leg was up to his side, gripping tightly on his sweater as she felt her core clench and reaching her high.

She sealed her lips and when she couldn't anymore, she brought his lips to hers, making him swallow the moan he was making her do, the vocal pleasure she was having.

He had stop for a second, Eren felt close as well, but he took the moment to let her legs relax around him, her breath to come back and once she wasn't as dizzy he brought her down to her knees.

Her full gray eyes looking at him and while she wasn't even on the ground yet, her mouth was already open, waiting for his seed with no shame.

Eren pulled his sweater up, keeping it between his teeth, showing off his abs and the v-line on his waist, his face was red as he started to stroke his dick in front of her, the entire scene was the most erotic thing ever, her boobs out, her mouth open and those eyes that enchante him for life.

His breathing became heavier and he felt it coming, grunting as his cum spilled out, thick ropes of it painting everywhere from her face down to her chest.

He kept grunting resting up with his hand against the tree, he looked down at her once it was clear just to find her fingers scooping up the clear liquid and guiding it to her mouth.

He watched her do it and showing it off to him till nothing was left, a huge grin coming to his face as he leaned down to kiss her once again, feeling the taste of himself in her, that same that five years ago made him have a son and will soon make him have twins.

Eren felt so lucky, her lovely wife tucking him back in while he put back her sundress so no one would notice.

Looking around before walking away casually just to find the students starting to coming out of class, they giggled looking at each other, disappearing in the crowd, directed to her car, ready to have some more sex now that Keiji was with his grandparents.

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Oh FR Eremika, how much I miss you.

#anothanobody's drabble #eremika smut #eremika #family rekindled em au

[oikadori]

A/N: No one asked for this but I really wanted to write some angsty fic...so this is the outcome of listening to Callum Scott and Conan Gray for three full days asfkasjk sorry this is the longest thing I’ve written Hope you like it!

Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Summary: He was your best friend and she was perfect, but still you fell for him

Genre: angst, unrequited love 

Warnings: self-doubt, insecurity, swearings 

Now playing: Dancing On My Own, Heather 

WC~2,6K

You should already be used to hear it, but every time Atsumu let out a booming laugh you couldn’t help staring at him with dreamy eyes.

“Oi, Y/N!  Are you even listening to me?” his hazel eyes open, looking at you playfully.

“Yes, I’m hearing you, and no, it wasn’t as funny as you think” he frowns, pushing you from your chair almost making you fall if it wasn’t for his quick grip on your forearm, “You asshole!”

“Why so harsh on me today, sweetheart?”

Yo feel your stomach twist at the nickname, making Atsumu smile at the way your cheeks get a dark red.

“Because you were a total dick with those poor girls” he sighs, tired, stretching his arms behind his head, “You could’ve been nicer, you know?”

Biting your lip, you remember the teary eyes of those girls as they ran away sobbing after they had told him their love confession. Would you have the same luck if- No, no way you had a crush on him.

“They have a crush just on my looks, it’s annoying”, he spits, “Why do you care so much anyways?”

“I…-” he looks at you with curiosity as you carefully think your words, “-I guess I would feel horrible if I were them and confessed”

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on someone Y/N”

“Of course not, all of you ,men, are idiots”, he place his hand on his chest with a wounded look, making your eyes roll, a smile tickling your lips, “Now, hurry with your homework, you’re stealing my lunch time”

He reaches for his bag, taking out his lunch box to hand you the extra Onigiri he had. You smile fondly even if it is not the first time he brings you food during your study sessions.

He was your best friend, yet his gestures never failed to dazzle you.... Maybe you do have a crush on him.

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You enter the gym with a tired look, a yawn slips pass your lips before sitting on the bleachers, you plug your earbuds and take out an unfinished assignment from your bag. The second years wave at you, Atsumu sticking his tongue out, you wave back before locking eyes with him and returning the gesture, making the setter grin.

The next time you lift your eyes from your work, you open them wide before taking off your earbuds to listen to the scene in front of you.

A girl wearing the team’s jacket enter the gym alongside the captain, making it feel as if the time stop. The team look at them in surprise as she bows.

“I’m eager to be your new manager! I used to play but-” she points at her wrist with a shy smile,” I got pretty bad injured so I hope I can be helpful here”, you advert Atsumu’s gaze, making your heart flinch a little.

“I’m Miya Atsumu, setter, I haven’t see ya around before” the girl looks at him with an eager look, leaning closer, a happy smile on her face as Atsumu stands still, the smirk on his face fades as she erases the gap between them. ‘The hell is she doing?’

“Oh, I know you! The star setter, guess what they say about you is truth-”, you wait for the usual compliments girls told him all the time, your lips curve up a little remembering Atsumu’s usual reaction at them, “-your serves are truly monstrous, your technique is impeccable”

His eyes glimmer with curiosity and you notice the light blush on his cheeks as he gives her his best smile. In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve seen him flirting with girls, hooking up with one before getting another, but this…this was different.

You stand up before properly thinking what you are doing. You haven’t felt jealous before and you didn’t have the right for it, but an overwhelming despair sets the pace of your feet as they move towards them.

“I used to be a setter myself but-“

“Hey, Tsumu, see you after practice to finish our chemistry homework?” you peek your head between them, making the girl take a few steps back, a surprise look on her face. Atsumu looks at your innocent smile and blinks.

“Y/N, I told you not to call me that in practice-” he whispers to you, hiding it with a few coughs, “Uhmm, sure” the couch calls them and he waves at you before jogging off with the new manager to line up with the rest.

Your eyes linger on them a few more seconds, he laughs with her, making you furrow your eyebrows together, noticing just now, how beautiful she was.

///

“You still look like crap”

“Shut up, Samu!

You stand between the twins near the main door of the cafeteria, watching Atsumu run his hand through his hair multiple times as he stares at his reflection on one of the windows ‘All that… for her?’

A voice that comes from behind you, makes Atsumu look over your shoulder with a nervousness you haven’t seen before.

“Tsum Tsum!”

He gasps at the sight of her, the short dress she is wearing frames her figure perfectly, and you can’t help to look at your own clothes wondering if you couldn’t have dressed more casually.

You remain silent as she reaches for his hair and ruffles it friendly, the display in front of you feels surreal, suddenly your limbs are numb and your eyes can’t seem to drift away from Atsumu’s happy smile as he grabs her wrist to kiss her hand.

“You look stunning”

“What a gentleman – Oh, hey ‘Samu and-“

“Y/N” the words come sharper than you intended, the girl just let out an innocent giggle

“I’m so sorry! I don’t get to see you a lot in school, you’re in the advanced classes, right?”

“Y/N is a genius, they wouldn’t allow me to play if it wasn’t for her”, Atsumu says pointing at you with pride while his other hand rests on the small of her back guiding her to your table. A lump forms on your throat, making it impossible for you to reply, you  manage to pull an empty smile.

On the table you are silent as ever, nodding at all the conversations the second years try to include you in. Your mind is already far away, wondering all the possibilities that could happen if you were brave enough to confess right there, right now, but the sight in front of you snaps you to reality again.

Atsumu lips gets stained by some red sauce and before you can point it out, she licks her thumb before pressing it on his lips. His cheeks turn bright red and his jaw slightly slacks open.

“How is that you aren’t already dating? It’s been almost three months since you are all over each other” Suna casually says

Three months indeed, and she entered more and more in their small circle. But how could you stop it when she was just…so lovely?

 Atsumu stayed until much later in practice but still you chatted together. Late night texts, becoming in late night calls to check up on each other.

‘I want to ask her out. Fuck, I want her so badly, but what if she rejects me, Y/N!’

‘Tsumu, you’re Japan’s top high school setter. Believe me, she won’t reject you’

Now you want to hit your head against the nearest wall, remembering your stupid words.

“Would you say yes if I ask you out?” 

“I would say yes to more than that” the table falls dead silent at her words as if they waited for the next scene of a movie.

 Suddenly Atsumu press his lips against hers with ferocity, she pulls the collar of his shirt, deepening the already heated kiss. You almost choke on your water, earning a concern look from Kita, you find yourself standing up violently before rushing to the restroom.

You close the door behind you before looking at yourself in the mirror, ‘I could have never competed with her’. You bite your lip, and shut your eyes tightly, your hands grasping both sides of the sink, you let your head fall forwards, eyes fixed on the white of the porcelain as they water.

“Y/N, are you okay?” you stiffen at the soft female voice coming from the other side of the door, “Do you need help?”, you let out an humorless laugh. ‘A sweetheart with everyone, huh?’

“I-I don’t feel good, it’ll better if I head home. Please tell the others, I had an emergency or something” your throat feels extremely dry all of sudden and your voice comes out shaky.

“Oh! I can take you home-“

“I’ll rather go alone! I don’t know if I’m sick and I’d hate to…infect you. Thank you, tho”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“Okay…text me when you get home!”

When you hear the footsteps fading away, you wait a few more minutes to walk out the restroom, just to find Atsumu talking cheerfully, his eyes filled with adoration for her. He didn’t even look at your direction as you left the cafeteria, and in that very moment you realized he would never look at you that way.

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“Where is Y/N, I haven’t seen her in years?”

“I think she is tutoring some first years”

“Oh” Atsumu finds himself looking at your usual spot on the bleachers, he barely got to see or talk to you in the recent weeks. 

You’ve been missing his calls on purpose. Since that dinner, you had to put all your energy to smile at him when he waved at you in the corridors as he held her hand. It had been almost a month of hearing him talking about how gracious she was and weeks of looking how they made out on the couch in the end of the library or against one of the gym’s walls.

You thought that if you put distance with him, you’ll manage to get over that soreness that felt heavy on your chest each time she made him laugh. But no matter how many extra classes you took or how many first years you tutored, your mind always came back to Inarizaki’s setter.

The sky was dark by the time you finished tutoring the last first year, he bowed at you and you gave him a brief smile before locking the classroom. You handled the keys to your teacher and walked out of the building.

The cold wind hit your face, making you shiver, you search for your jacket in your bag, finding only a scarf. Atsumu gave it to you. You haven’t used it in a while now, but the cold was too much to bear with for your thin uniform. You place the material carefully around your neck, caressing the fabric begore sighing, watching your breath fading into the air and start walking.

“Oi” his voice makes you turn instantly, and you catch him jogging to you, “It’s fucking cold out here!- Uh, you still have it?” he points at your neck with a cheeky grin.

Atsumu looks extremely handsome like this, a little pink on his nose and cheeks and the few lights highlight the hazel of his eyes. It makes you gulp before replying.

“Of course, I do. It was my first two-digit birthday!”, he laughs remembering the chaos you both made by that age, you smile a little before looking at him with concern, “What are you still doing here? Something happened?”

“No! I-I just wanted to walk home with you, like we used to” he looks at the ground and sighs, “I know you’re busy, but I missed ya” the words make your heart warm even when you can’t stop shivering, “You are freezing” he takes his volleyball jacket and place it over your shoulders

“No, I’m fine, really. You should-”

“Stubborn as always. What am I supposed to do with your freeze corpse?”, you huff, putting the jacket on as he starts walking.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“She already left, don’t worry she knows you’re my best friend, she won’t act bitchy at you” you just nod and start walking alongside the setter, not caring about the sting that ypu just felt in your heart.

The walk is long and awkward, Atsumu finally getting hit by the way your friendship had changed. Your brief answers and forced smiles make him more and more annoyed, becoming more silent with each minute.

You didn’t have the energy to keep up with his drollery, each time you looked at him you just felt the urge to be held by him and tell him the painful truth: You didn’t have a crush on him. No.  You loved him.

“What is wrong with you?” he says, suddenly stopping.

“Excuse me- “

“If you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, just say it! Jesus!”, his exasperated tone makes your eyes narrow, “-But don’t have me fooling around, worrying about you for almost a month” your mouth twitches downwards as you realize your indifference had hit a spot on his pride. 

For a solid minute you don’t hear anything, you just stare at him with a flood of thoughts rushing through your head until you manage to pull one of them out into a dry whisper.

“We shouldn’t be friends anymore- “his clenched fists loosen, and he watches your lips carefully, “I can’t do it anymore – thought I could but…is too much”,

The crack of your voice makes you stop for second, giving you time to gain a little bit more of air before feeling again as if you were drowning.

“I can’t be friends with you anymore, because I want you!… The worst part is that she is so FUCKING perfect!” your arms move in the air letting out all the feelings you had bottled up.

“I thought I could brush away the feeling, but I realize – I  love you, Atsumu” his mouth opens slightly not able to produce a sound as your arms fall to your sides, a tear streaming down your cheek.

You take his jacket off, the cold air embracing your body, but you can’t care less. He motions to you, but you lift your hand, stopping him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would it have changed anything?” his silence tells you all you needed, making your heart clench, “That – That’s what I though…It’s okay, really. I wouldn’t choose me either” your breath becomes irregular and you bite your lip, capturing a sob, “This is my fault, falling in love with you…If being friends makes you happy, I-I will do my best to be your friend, then”

Atsumu was usually selfish with the things he wanted and proud about the things he made but seeing you there, shivering with red eyes and swollen lips, made his heart ache.

And he couldn’t be less proud about the things he was about to say.

“You were right before. We shouldn’t be friends anymore. I do not want to deal with you being in love with me and my girlfriend”, you hiccup, fixing your sore eyes on his, “You made things so fucking complicated, it’s better to end this now”, he hiss, gritting his teeth, waiting for you to storm out.

 But when he feels your cold lips on his cheek, he bites his bottom lip harshly.

“Sorry, I never meant-”, ‘To fall for you’, it takes all his will power to not envelope you in his arms, so he only turns his face away, hearing your sobs. He loved you but not the way you did. “-to mess us up”

You walk away quickly, tears running down your cheeks as you press your hand firmly against your lips, drowning the uncontrollable sobs. Atsumu stands there watching you disappear into the coldness of the night, shutting his eyes tightly, understanding, he had lost his best friend.

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Darn Pigtails

Hello! I genuinely have no excuse for this monstrosity of a piece that I agonized over for the past few days instead of focusing on my uni work. I’ve spent the last month obsessing over Fate and Rivusa (the latter has been a life long obsession and Fate has only added fuel to the fire, with just one scene...). Yes, I am a part of that clown circus and honestly, I’m proud. I’ve always been a writer, but never posted anything but I figure here goes nothing. I was very inspired by some very talented writers in this tiny little club that’s been created on here for this ship (you all know them by now...). I couldn’t resist adding my own (not so) little addition to the collection. I don’t currently have an account on ao3 or anything, so this is just what’s happening. Be warned, it’s long and maybe excessive (8k words, oops). Other than that, enjoy and feel free to let me know your thoughts!

It started with pigtails.

He'd seen Dowling parading her around the square as students fought tooth and nail to kill the fake dummies that seemed to embody their realistic counterparts more than they should have. She's had a raincoat on at the time, not that he would have cared what she was wearing because… how could he notice anything but the pigtails? Fucking pigtails! Long enough to reach her waist, dark enough to have him thinking that the darkest of night skies must have been modeled after that same color, and pin-straight from root to tip. She walked by, lavender sweater and loose jeans, and that's the first thing he noticed. Her pigtails. He felt his tongue move, the tip pressed against the top of his mouth, ready to make a crude comment about how he'd love to tug on those pigtails in more than one scenario because honestly, was he not supposed to with the way that they swung about perfectly matching the sway of her hips? His eyes lit up as he just about let the words tumble out, and then she let her eyes lift to meet his as she made her way through the specialists' training grounds. Brown eyes lingered over his green ones for longer than any normal interaction accounts for, before dropping downward to the rest of his form. His mouth quirked into a smirk.

 "Oh," he thought. "So this is how we're going to play this game."

 Never let it be said that Riven ever backed down from a game or a challenge. And it just so happened that this particular game, the cat and mouse chase, was one of his favorites. So he figured, if she could stare at him like that, it would only be rude not to return the favor. He turned around, let his eyes fully graze over her whole figure the way he'd been too distracted to do before, and that's when he noted the stick she held. Whatever dumb comment he'd been so eager to make about her pigtails was quickly replaced by, "You like holding that big stick?"

 He'd hoped for a reaction. And boy did he get one, a swift and lithe little trick she'd been hiding, seemingly waiting for the chance to pull it out. And even though he'd been training his whole life to defend himself, he just about let her jab his left eye out because he was so very much intrigued by the way her hair swayed to meet her movements and her brown eyes that bore into him with rage. Yeah, this was going to be all kinds of fun.

 "I think I just threw up," she said, her face twisting into clear disdain. But her eyes sparkled and he thought maybe her hair is not the only thing the night sky was modeled after. He'd seen her before, somewhere in the background perhaps. Class? No. If she were a specialist and in his classes, there was no way in hell he wouldn't remember her. The cafeteria? Probably, there was only one place to get food in this godforsaken place and he doubted she hadn't made her way down there at least once. The Alfea hallways? Again, not unlikely. And that's when it clicked into place. She was one of the too many to remember (in his opinion) roommates of Sky's new obsession- Bloom. The four, sometimes five, of them were always together, huddled up beside one another in the cafeteria benches or on the way to classes. Honestly, now that he thought about it, was there ever a time when he'd seen those girls- besides Stella- alone? He definitely had never seen her alone. "Well, better take advantage of the chance," he thought. So, he dug into her, asked about her little run around the training grounds with the headmistress. He wanted to see how far he could push her rage, how willing she was to give him a good show. Between comments about dancing and fairies versus specialists, her eyes flashed purple and he soon realized that he'd bit off more than he could chew. As if her natural brown irises weren't alluring enough, the way they looked when he powers took over held a whole other sense of siren's lure within them. It took him a second to realize what was happening, that she was reading him. And he would have let her continue too, if it meant that he could hold her attention just a little while longer and feel whatever kind of electricity was rippling between the two of them for a few more minutes. Too bad she chose that moment to let him know exactly what she was doing, and exactly how he felt.

 "You really hate being here, don't you?"

 In this school, yes. Here, right now, with her eyes all over him and his hands twitching to edge upwards and brush his hands against those darn pigtails? No. No, he would have loved to stay right here just a little longer. But he was more scared of whatever hell she'd dig up from within him, so instead he told her to stay the fuck out of his head. He caught a glimpse of her prideful smirk, taunting him about this lost battle and her evident win, right before he whirled around and walked his way back to wherever his legs would lead him.

 Passing by the guy he'd seen constantly following her around like a lost puppy dog, the one he assumed was her boyfriend, he murmured under his breath something along the lines of "Good luck with that one."

 And then he was gone. But not before he remembered that he hadn't caught her name. No matter. As previously mentioned, never let it be said that Riven ever backed down from a challenge. She'd won this battle, but he was going to win the war.

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The next time he found himself in her company only, the world had flipped on its axis.

Dowling and Silva were gone and Harvey had turned into a muted professor, almost never seen anywhere except in the greenhouse when he had classes to run. The new headmistress, Rosalind, ruled with a grip tougher than steel. Andreas was  the male version of her, so not any better. Fairies were being forced into combat positions, whether they liked it or not, and upperclassmen specialists were forced into being their mentors, whether they liked it or not. Classes were stricter. You miss one lesson, you make up two class times in personal training with either Andreas or Rosalind herself. At first, everyone'd thought that was a stupid rule. Who doesn’t want a one-on-one with the professors? It took just one dumb third-year specialist missing his first lesson on the first day of the second term for everyone to realize that these training sessions were practically abuse covered with a prettier name.

But the thing that had changed the most, the thing that he couldn't even begin to name, was whatever the hell was happening to his mind. He no longer knew where his day started and where it ended. He knew he must have gotten up every morning and  gone to classes and eaten to sustain his body for the brutal training session that followed and delt with whatever else needed dealing with. And yet, he remembered none of it. None of it except the moments spent chasing Sky around (which inevitably meant chasing the Winx suite around), the moments spent training his new fairy mentee- Musa, and the nightly runs to Dowling's- no, Rosalind's- office where he involuntarily spilled every little detail about his day. His mind had become an utter blur, his thoughts were no longer his own. He knew somewhere in his mind that he needed to stop, had tried endlessly to stop, but the more he held back from Rosalind's spell, the faster his words seem to come out. So, he'd stopped trying to fight it.

It was to his horror when he had been assigned Musa for training. He wasn't sure what he had expected. Of course they were going to pair him with a Winx suitemate, he just had expected it to be Bloom. Bloom was who they wanted details on after all. Even Stella would have made more sense, what with her mother being so very controlling. But no. Bloom went to Sky, Stella to some third year specialist, and he got Musa. If guilt wasn't already shredding him to pieces, it would be now.

He tried to console himself with the fact that he was better prepared to handle her this time. He'd spent enough time with Sky and the girls to have picked up the little details about her. She constantly listened to music to block out the world, she liked wearing shorts and miniskirts (a fact he quite enjoyed), she had an unhealthy obsession with bomber jackets (a fact he could do without when she was also wearing lacy silks under those same jackets), she liked pancakes for breakfast (but only when they were drenched with maple syrup), and the list goes on. His personal favorite fact, however, was that her hair was always immaculate and never the same two days in a row.

The point was, he could do this. All he had to do was train her. No talking necessary. She sure as hell was not about to strike up conversation with him if he didn't bother her. So, he'd keep his mouth shut and just teach her what he needed to teach her. Then he'd leave. That way, when his legs would inevitably carry him to Rosalind at midnight on the dot, he'd have nothing to give her but a good rundown of what moves they had practiced.

How wrong he had been.

He had clearly overestimated his ability to not falter in front of her, because the second she walked into the mat, he knew he'd have to say something.

This time, her hair was in tightly wound braids. Two of them, wrapping vertically down her scalp like fine rope. This time, he wants to undo her hair, to tug the black elastic ties out of place and run his fingers through each threaded piece until the strands lay about her shoulders in waves. He'd like to know what she looks like with her hair down, like fully down.

As if the hair wasn’t enough, she was also dressed in the tight female version of the specialist gear. It's all green woven material that crosses her chest, black mesh that lines her sides, and tight leggings that bring an ungodly amount of attention to her ass.

So, he slips up. "If I knew this is what you'd look like in a uniform-" he starts, but never finishes.

"Don't you dare finish that thought," she warns, voice dripping with a no-nonsense attitude.

"What's gotten into you?"

"It has not been my day. Hell, it has not been my week."

"It hasn't been anyone's week," he feels the need to remind her. And when she looks at him with those eyes, he wonders if she can read right through him without having to use her magic.

"Yeah, well. Let's just say I'm having a particularly more-so-than-average-shit day. So I'd appreciate it if you kept the comments to yourself." She's frustrated, he can see it. She's giving him the perfect out of a bad situation. She's begging him not to talk to her and that's exactly what he needs but goddamn it, he can't back away from a challenge even when his mind is in literal hell.

"What, can't handle me?" She scoffs at that.

"I can handle you just fine. I've been handling other's comments and thoughts since my powers started showing up. That's not the problem.

"What is the problem then?" He's digging, searching for something. For what, he's not sure. She's just finished lacing up her boots. She looks at him then, stares him down.

"The problem is I don’t want to handle you right now, Riven." And with that, she shoves past him to the center of the mat. But he's not done yet.

"You sure about that? I've never met a girl who doesn’t want to handle me before…" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she chuckles a little at his antics.

"Yeah, no. But even if I did want to, you'd really have to do better than that.

"What, the line wasn't up to your standards?"

"Was it up to yours?"

"Not my best, I'll admit. But I make do. And you can't tell me Harvey Jr. has done any better." Rage flushes through her features at that particular comment. He watches as her cheeks flush bright red and as the flush slowly spreads to her neck and below the rounded collar of her uniform, slowly cursing whoever created the damn thing for not making it a V-neck. 

"Ooh, a reaction! Go on, then. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"None of your fucking business."

"It never is, and yet I'd love to know."

"Seriously, Riven. Let's just not talk." She wound up, ready to burst. Her hands are balled into fists by her side and her back is arched towards him in anger. She's a spring ready to jump, and he wants to see how high she can reach.

He goes for the typical line, "Trouble in paradise, then?"

Turns out she can jump pretty damn high, something he expected. What he didn't expect was for her to jump him. She pushes him with so much force that he barely catches himself before he falls. Tears stream down her face as she punches at his chest (hopelessly, he notes… he's got a lot to teach her). He lets her continue the onslaught on his chest, is impressed by her force and strength and persistence even if the form is all wrong. When she finally stops, the tears do too. All that's left are her hiccups and his eyes following her every movement. He watches her dry her eyes vigorously, hears her curse him and the school and herself… and Sam? He's not sure what's happening right now, not sure why his arms suddenly want to wind around her frame and pull her in, or why his heart clenches at the sight of her tears. He chooses to ignore it all.

They continue the rest of the training session in silence, with him only speaking to direct her movements and point out a thing or two about her form. Later that night, after running through his nightly routine with Rosalind, he finds out from Sky that Bloom was especially distressed today because Musa was especially distressed today because Musa and Sam had decided to call it quits. Riven feels light-headed at that news,  and he's still not exactly sure why his body is so adamant about reacting to news involving her.

He rolls into bed, thinking bitterly to himself that he won today. He won this battle. So why does it feel like he lost it?

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They continue their training sessions in silence for a while, until eventually a banter sparks between the two of them. He's not quite sure how it happens, just as he's not quite sure how anything happens anymore. He assumes he probably made some joke about how good her legs looked in those damn tights or about how she desperately needed help with her fighting stance. Maybe he just wore her down with his constant questions. He doesn't really care, to be honest. He knows he should care, in the same way that he knows he should actually avoid talking to her instead of showing up every day eager to see her. He just can’t bring himself to do it, not when she shows up in that uniform every day or when she looks at him with so much pride when she finally nails a move they've been working on for so long, and definitely not when she starts to initiate the playful conversations with the same smirk that he would maybe like to kiss off her face. There's so many things he should do at the end of the day, but he does none of them. He just lets whatever happens happen, and it kind of works out for a bit. They tease each other, teeter-tottering somewhere between playful and full on flirting. They fight in close combat corners, sometimes ending up on top of each other. Those days are a personal favorite of Riven's, especially when she's on top of him and he can feel her thighs straining against his waist as she pins his arms above his head. (He may have taught her that one move just for this moment. He felt it was a shame to not put those dance-trained legs of hers to use.)

The perfectly odd tightrope they walk snaps on a Wednesday afternoon, after they've finished training and are walking toward the benches that hold their water bottles. He takes a swing of his water, and then looks up from his seat to see her standing up and chugging her own bottle. A loose droplet slips past her lips and down her uniform's tank top. He follows it with his eyes, not even bothering to hide the very obvious motion even as she finishes her drink, looks at him with a raised eyebrow, and then chuckles at him while rolling her eyes.

"You could be a little less obvious, you know." She calls him out casually. He smirks at the comment before dragging his eyes back up to her brown orbs.

" Subtle isn't really my forte. Besides what fun would it be if you didn't know I was staring at you?"

She rolls her eyes, but her smile gives her away. "You're gonna give some poor girl a heart attack one day if you look at her like that." It's a teasing remark, but he feels his adrenaline hike up at her comment. The game is back on.

"Some poor girl, huh?" He leans into her on the bench, invades her personal space. She blushes, looks directly ahead, and he thinks he's winning another one of the many secret battles they seem to find themselves fighting. Then, she turns to him and looks him dead in the eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" He didn't expect that. Again, he knows he should just leave or say no. Anything to avoid a conversation that could lead to more than just a flirting banter, anything to avoid something that Rosalind may actually be interested in. But she's looking up at him with wide eyes and he's convinced he's become weak and that she's won this battle because he can't bring himself to say no.

"Uh… sure?"

She looks around nervously, as if deciding whether to ask what's on her mind or not. Finally, she leans close to him and asks in a slow and quiet voice, "Where do you sneak off to every night at midnight?" He pulls back from her faster than he thought he would ever be able to pull away from her, blinking down at her now shocked face.

"How-"

"How do I know? You have a roommate, Riven. He hears you leave every night and says nothing about it, but he's been worried about you. He says you've been acting different… For what it's worth, I think he's right. Especially when we're not in training sessions, you're completely out of it. I know this has been a rough mon-"

This is it. She's dug deep enough that she has hit rock bottom, she's found the dead-end at the bottom of his soul. He has to let this banter go now. He can't have her asking questions he'll then have to report back to Rosalind.

"You know nothing." He words are curt and sharp. She flinches at their edge, but doesn’t back down. It's one of his favorite things about her, her persistence.

"You can talk to me if something is wrong, you know? Or to Sky or the girls… you can talk to any of us…" He watches as her eyebrows furrow, traces the line they form down her nose to her lips and then back to her eyes. And that's when he notices that her eyes have changed color to purple. He grabbed her hand quickly and firmly, enough to break her concentration but not enough to hurt her (God, even in his rage, it would never be enough to hurt her).

"I've told you not to do that. Not to use your damn mind powers on me." His voice is strained, laced with anger and something resembling fear. 

"I'm trying-"

"I don't care what you're trying. You shouldn’t be in there. You shouldn't be in my brain. There's nothing in there worth your time or energy and there never will be."

And with that he spins on his heel and marches into the forest behind the training grounds. He doesn’t turn around, but if he did, he would have seen Sky moving out of the shadows and heading toward Musa.

"Did you do it?"

It takes her a second to interpret his question. She still staring into the distance as Riven's figure fades out of view, her eyes finally returning to their normal brown color. She continues to stare at the dot in the distance, unwilling to look away as if she's daring him to turn around and spare her one last glance. He doesn't.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did." She finally turns to Sky. "He's completely blocked from my powers. Dowling was right, he's under some sort of mind control."

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It’s 2AM by the time Riven finally makes his way to the room he shares with Sky. He's once again not really sure where his day went or what he did after he flipped on Musa and marched his way into the woods after their little spat. He remembers anger, a lot of anger. He's angry at her for trying to dig into his brain when they had already established that he hated it. He was angry at Dowling for dying (at least, he assumes she's dead because where else would she be?) and leaving the school to the psychopath that is Rosalind. He's angry at Rosalind for manipulating him, controlling his mind. He's angry at Beatrix for getting him into this stupid mess. But mostly, he's angry with himself for letting it all happened, for somehow always making the wrong move at the wrong time, for managing to screw up his own life in such a grand manner that it constitutes an award (truly, he's outdone himself this time). He's mad at himself for not being able to control his own mind, for letting Rosalind take up residence in his brain and being able to do nothing about it. He's even angry at himself for not just standing there and letting Musa read his emotions, because maybe if she did then she'd know the hell he was in. His brain was constantly pulling in all different directions, trying desperately to get away from the constraints of Rosalind's spell. Headaches are nonending and thoughts leave as soon as they come. It's like there's two people waging war within him, but one of them brought swords to a gunfight and is losing horribly. But it’s a war he feels he should fight on his own, and maybe that's why he didn't let her read him. As much as he hates to admit it, the mind control and guilt was breaking him but he could handle that. What he couldn't handle, however, was getting her involved in this stupid mess by mistake, which would inevitably lead to Rosalind getting ahold of her as well. God knows there's only so much room left in hell or sins, and he'd be damned if he hadn't already filled all the available spots.

He was glad for the day to finally be over, glad to be heading to bed (not sleep though, sleep did not exist when his mind was in so much pain all the fucking time). It seemed the world had other plans for him, however, because upon opening the door to his dorm, he was met with a sight that he both dreaded and wanted to burn into his memory for the rest of however long he had to live before Rosalind finally took pity on him and bent his brain to death. 

Perched on his bed, leaning forward ever so slightly, elbows meeting her knees, and head bend toward the floor was Musa. From his angle, he could only see her side profile, but apparently that's all his body needed to be automatically sent into a frenzy. The first thing he notices was, not to his surprise, the hair. She'd replaced her training braids with buns, big ones that hang precariously form her head as tendrils of her dark hair fell in loose waves and framed her face. He again found himself wondering what she would look like with all of her hair fully down. His fingers itched to burrow into those carefully constructed space buns and pull their pins out of place, just to see if she'd look half as beautiful with her hair down as she did with her hair up.

He stood like that for a while, taking her in and letting her continue to stare at the dark wooden floors with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He's not sure when, but eventually she turned toward the door, eyebrows first shooting up when she noticed him staring at her, and then falling back into place as she shot him a shy mile from across the room.

"Hey," came her greeting in a small voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His question was harsh, but he knew himself well to know that if he even let just one layer of himself down with her, he may as well just lay down all his defenses. She had a way of getting him to speak and break down and he wasn't about to let himself get her mixed up in whatever evil plan he'd been helping construct against his will.

Too bad for him, because it seemed Musa had been expecting a fight and was ready to fire back his quips with some of her own. She simply rolled her eyes and casually stated, "Well, then, straight to it, are we?"

"If you're looking for Sky or Bloom, they're probably in a dark hallway somewhere snogging each other half to death," he answered. She grimaced at the image.

"Yeah, no. I'm not here for Bloom or Sky."

"Then you're not here for anyone." She gave him a pointed look at that phrase. He wisely chose to ignore it and instead made his way to the couch in the middle of the room, throwing his jacket somewhere on it.

"What, that's all you have today? I'm standing on your bed, we're alone in your bedroom, I'm in a miniskirt… and you're not going to make a comment about showing me a good time? You're losing your touch, Riv." She was teasing him, he could tell by the light tone of her voice. Maybe she liked to see his reactions the way he so enjoyed watching her react to his own snarky comments. Maybe she saw enough into his brain earlier to have dug up some of his fantasies. Damn her, he'd been avoiding looking anywhere but her face since he walked in, and now here she was basically challenging him to do more. Damn him and his inability to back down from a game he was so clearly not apt to win at the moment. He turned around and finally got a good look at her. She was indeed in a miniskirt, under which she had tucked a lacy white top that was very clearly meant to showcase the black bra she wore underneath the pitiful excuse of a shirt. Her signature red bomber jacket hung from her shoulders and the black boots she had on were laced all the way up to her kneecaps.

This must be it, he thought. This must be his punishment for spilling his guts to Rosalind every night. Or maybe, his guilt and the pain throbbing through his veins had finally won out and he was finally cracking under all that pressure. That's fine. He wasn't even surprised this is what his brain chose to tease him with at the brink of destruction. He figured she'd be the one to shatter him, it was only a matter of time.

"Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Her voice broke him out of his trance. Ok, maybe he wasn't imagining her.

He sighed, defeated and broken and just tired. "Why are you here, Musa?"

It’s a staring match now. He watches as her eyes soften and the sarcasm leaves her features.

"I couldn’t read you earlier today. In the training grounds-" No. Anything but this conversation.

"Maybe you should consider working on those powers of yours then. Seems to me like you're the one losing your touch."

"I'm serious, Riven-"

"I am too."

"Jesus, Riven, let me just finish!" Anger sparked in her features. "You're loud, Riven." He scoffed at that. "Your emotions, I mean. They're usually loud… but they're also lively and harmonious, in a weird way that I can't seem to figure out. Lately, however, they've been quiet… as if they don't exist at all. And at first I thought it was me, I thought I was getting better at controlling my powers. But when I tried to read you today, I felt nothing…" There is was, she had figured it out, and now she looked at him as if he was a science experiment she couldn’t quite figure out.

"… Maybe my hearts just finally turned to stone." He tried for a joke. She did not find it amusing.

"I know, Riven." He's not sure what that was supposed to mean. What did she know? That he was a horrible person? That he'd snitched on her and all their friends (were they his friends?) to the queen of evil? Or worse, that his body lit up whenever she was around?

"Cryptic, but ok. I guess between that line and the fact that you somehow snuck into my room, you could make the whole 'good girl turned bad, mysterious girl' vibe work. Honored I'm the first you're trying it out on. If you'd like to take it a step further, the bed's right behind you." She may have the upper hand in this game, but he's still a stubborn ass.

"Seriously, Riven. I'm not kidding." She took a step toward him. Wrong move, angel.

"I know you're not. That shirt doesn't exactly scream 'kidding'. Tell me, did you just choose the first thing you found in your closet to put on?" He took a step forward this time, one long stride before they stood chest to chest and he hooked his finger under her chin. "Or is that shirt part of this whole 'mystery girl' scheme? Because, I won't lie, it's working." He sees her shiver at his words and doesn't bother to hide the smirk that graces his face. Finally, things were getting interesting. "Wonder if it looks half as good on my bedroom floor…" He noticed her eyes flicker downward, to is lips, but they moved back up just as quickly. He stared right back at her, watching as she struggled to make up her mind about where to slap him for that last comment. He didn't have to wait too long for a response.

"I'm sure you do." Her words came as a whisper, and the smirk that followed was just as alluring. He barely had time to process the meaning behind it all, before she crashed her body onto him and her lips found his. Her hands gripped into the sides of his t-shirt, keeping him to her with such force that he vaguely wondered why in the world she felt the need to do that when he wouldn't dream of walking away from this, from her. It's frantic and it's rushed. One of his hands find her waist, pulls her impossibly closer to him. His other hand delves into the hair at the back of her head before sliding to the side and pulling at the pins that hold her right bun in place. It takes him pulling out just one pin and the structure falls apart, her hair tumbling around them and cocooning them in place. He hears her gasp, her hands finally unlatching from his shirt as she splays them apart over his muscles, moves them up to his shoulders. 

He's moving backward, whether to ask her if this okay or make a comment about that noise she just made, he's not sure. He never gets the chance. She pulls his to her again, kisses him like she's been starved in a thirsting in wasteland for days and he's the first sign of water she's stumbled upon, bites his lip- fucking bites his lip and sucks on it and pulls it with her teeth… and he thinks that her being here could not have been his punishment. This, right here, her kissing him like this, this is his punishment. This is his pain finally taking over and shattering his soul.

Maybe Rosalind somehow found out about his little crush and is getting payback for the fact that he didn't show up for their nightly midnight story time. Maybe, he's already dead and in hell and some devil out there is playing a cruel, cruel trick on his brain. Maybe that's why his body is shaking, literally shaking, and his mind feels like its tearing apart. He feels Musa's hands on his scalp, her palms splayed out at his temples and fingers tightly wound into his hair. Again, he is surprised at the sheer force she seems to pour into her touch, anchoring him to her as though he could ever want to leave her embrace.

He's so wrapped up in his thoughts and in her touch that he barely hears the whimpers of pain coming from her or feels the tears streaming down her face as she hold him to her. When he finally feels the tears trickle between their lips, be pulls back (genuinely, pulls back because her fingers are still forcing him to her), opens his eyes to find her already looking back at him. But instead of the brown irises she wore when this rough little make out session started, her eyes are now purple. And her face is red. She looks exhausted. He feels exhausted. 

He's about to ask her what's wrong, if she's ok, if her powers are going haywire. But he's so dizzy and so tired and suddenly he's leaning on her and she's pulling him onto the bed. She looks down at him, whispers "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over in his ear and he finds himself wondering what she's sorry about and where the pain that haunted him for weeks has gone before he slowly sinks into oblivion.

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He wakes up and she's gone.

It's Sky who sits next to him the next day, Sky and Headmistress Dowling of all people. He mumbles something about being dead and hallucinating, but Sky just laughs and tells him he's happy to have him back.

It takes a good few hours to catch him up on all the shit he's missed while he was being controlled by Rosalind. Apparently, Dowling was stuck under a bunch of plants? The girls somehow managed to free her with some potion from a cousin of Terra's. Turns out they've been sneaking out every night, pretending to go to parties and instead heading outside the barrier trying to find clues on what the hell Rosalind is up to. That would explain Musa's choice of clothing the other night. 

Sky tells him it was the girls' idea to keep him out of the loop at the beginning, worried that his weird obsession with Beatrix and her even weirder obsession with him would lead to Andreas and Rosalind finding out. Sky swears they were going to tell him eventually, and Riven has to tell him that he's glad they didn't. That's when Sky tells him what he'd already guessed. It was Musa who refused to tell him even after time has passed, sensing that something was wrong in his mind. Her being in their room the other night had been no mistake, but an orchestrated move. She'd practiced with Dowling for weeks, training to unlock his brain, pull it apart so that she could mentally remove Rosalind's control from his brain by sheer willpower and might, and then put it all back together as best she could. 

He's instinctively proud of her, she did it. But, he also wishes she'd done it with less kissing and in some less distracting attire, but he probably deserves the type of torture that will surely follow as a result of last night. After they fill him in, Sky throws his gear at him and tells him to get dressed and ready.

"We leave tonight."

"What? Where are we going?"

"That's a bit complicated." It's Dowling who answers this time. "Silva and Professor Harvey will meet us in the woods beyond the barrier. We will lead you the rest of the way. We're going to collect forces. There will be a war, and Rosalind will know that something is wrong when you miss your nightly meeting with her for the second time in a row. The Winx suite is already with Silva and Ben. They're waiting for us."

They leave the dorms using Stella's ring, which she has given to Dowling as a backup to her magic, which Rosalind is be able to track within school grounds. When they arrive to the location in the woods, Riven is only slightly surprised to find Sam among the girls. He's leaning on a tree, talking to Silva and his father, both of which look like they haven't slept for days. The girls are gathered together by a fallen tree. Musa is in the middle of them, huddled into herself, as Terra and a new girl with brown skin and long honey-brown hair rub her back. Stella, Bloom, and Aisha stand back, watching Musa with worry evident in their eyes. 

It's Stella who notices them first. She wipes the worry off her face with mastered ease that only comes with practice, straightens up her back, shoots Musa a look and calls loudly, "There you are! Took you guys long enough!"

From then on, it’s a quick fill-in on what the plan is, an awkward introduction to the Harvey cousin whose name he can't remember because his mind was too stuck on the girl whose hair is back in those buns he managed to loosen yesterday, and a small little "welcome back to the good side" before they're trekking their way through the woods.

He stands behind her the whole time. Watches as she follows the professors, but stands at the tail end of the line the girls have formed. She looks tired, the bags under her eyes tell him that the girls have probably been out here all night. He wonders how much of her energy it took to tear and mend his brain, if anyone bothered to let her rest after she did it. He wishes he was braver, wishes he could walk up to her and… what, thank her? Ask her why she did it? Why kiss him and then cure him? She could have just as easily done it while he was asleep. He bides his time, observes as one by one the girls take turns standing next to her, linking their arms with hers, smiling down at her, whispering who knows what in her ear and earning a laugh form her every now and then. He likes her laugh, it's cute.

He's currently watching as Bloom pull Musa to her and makes some joke about chickens, when he feels a punch land on his right arm.

"Are you as stupid as you look?" He turns to find that Stella has somehow walked backwards and is now next to him.

"Missed you too, princess," he mutters back.

"Oh, cut the bullcrap, Riven. You've been staring at her for the last two hours and I told her I wouldn't say anything but honestly, you two are hopeless. I've never met two people so oblivious in my life."

"I don’t know what you're talking about." he starts.

"Like shit you don't. If you don't know it yet, figure it out." And just like that she's running ahead and linking her right arm with Musa's as Bloom tries for another joke, this one about pigs that fly.

He tries to ignore Stella's stupid comment. Honestly, he figures it's probably safer to stare at her and look like a total creep than try to talk to her and make sense of his feeling about who the fuck knows what anymore. But Stella's words ring through his mind and he lets himself believe that maybe, just maybe…

In the end, he convinces himself that the reason he walks up to her once Bloom goes to hold Sky's hand and Stella moves in on the new girl to make conversation is because Stella offered him a challenge, and he likes to win at those. (He's heading straight for a loss, he's fully aware of that, but whatever.) 

"Long time no see," he jokes when he reaches her side. She cranes her neck up at him, not surprised to see him.

"Thought I heard your loud-ass emotions coming closer."

"Yeah, I've been told they can be quite the riot." He shoots her a smirk and she smiles up at him.

"Who told you that?"

"Oh, you know. Just some girl."

"Some girl, huh?"

"Yeah. Then she gave me a good snogging before tearing my brain to pieces without my knowing it."

"Mmm. She seems like a handful."

"Tell me about it." Her eyes fall downward and he doesn't need to be an empath to see the gears turning in her head.

"I'm sorry," she starts, "About that. I didn't want to do it, I know you have me reading your emotions."

"Yeah, but I hated having them controlled by someone else even more…" There's a pause and he quickly moves to fill it, scared that whatever courage juice that's coursing through his veins will run out soon. "Thank you, by the way." And he means it. He hopes she can sense the sincerity coming from him because he only has so many words in his vocabulary when it comes to her and fears he's already run out of them when she turns to look at him once more.

They've fallen behind the group at this point. He figures he won't get the chance to do this again for a while, so he asks her the question that been running rampant through his mind. It's pathetic, really. They're headed to god knows where to do god knows what and instead of worrying about the fact that war is coming or even being slightly concerned that he's just had his mind abused and prodded around by an evil mastermind, his biggest worry is if this girl really wanted to kiss him or if she just did it for show.

"So, umm, just so we're clear… did you mean it?" If he felt dumb thinking it, he feels like a world-class idiot saying it out loud.

"Mean what?" She stares back at him intensely, and he thinks to himself in an amused manner that they seem to be making a habit of staring at each other for longer than average periods of time. "The part about you being loud? Cuz, yeah, I meant every word. You're a walking catastrophe." She's smirking at him. He rolls his eyes her words.

"Couldn't care less about that. In fact, I'm glad my emotions are as obnoxious as I am- means they've been driving you crazy for a while now." Her smile falters a bit at that line. "What I want to know," he continues. "Is if you kiss everyone whose mind you go digging into like that." He still has not taken his eyes off her, and he's not going to start now, when she blushes and ducks her head under the collar of her red bomber jacket.

"That was a… last minute choice."

"What for?"

"I had to get close enough to you to make contact. I've only been practicing with Dowling for a few weeks and I didn’t want to screw it up. I can't really do the whole mind thing without some sort of contact just yet…" Her words drift off.

"Hand holding didn't cut it? Had to go for a full make-out session, complete with lip biting and everything?" He watches as she shivers into her coat, arms wrapped around herself.

"You would've pushed me away."

"How did you know I wouldn't push you away while kissing me?" She mutters something under her breath. He doesn’t catch it, not between that stupid jacket that she's using to shield her face. He gently takes a step forward, catches her chin between his fingers just as he had done the night before, makes her meet his eyes. "Come again?"

She sucks in a breath, her eyes waver to something behind him when she finally lets it out, "We both know you weren't going to say no to me throwing myself at you."

"And if I did?" He doesn't know who he's kidding, but it’s still a game and he's still playing to… lose?

She's still staring behind him when she frowns and says, "Then we would have seen just how great this shirt would have looked on your bedroom floor, after all."

And goddamn it, her words send his blood boiling. He's about to kiss her senseless, but he refuses to do it if she's not staring at him when he asks one last question.

With his finger still hooked under her chin and them standing mere inches away, he whispered into the air between them, "Look at me, Musa."

Her eyes slowly move to meet his. He gives up his last question, which just so happens to be his first, "Did you mean it?" And when her small "Yes" makes its way through her lips as her steady brown eyes catch his green ones, that's all the confirmation he needs.

His finger leaves her chin and moves to her head and then he's pulling her in, closer and closer and closer until she's all he can feel and smell and see and breathe. And she responds with the same vigor she used last night, wasting no time to wrap her arms around his neck and lock him to her. It's a new kind of game, one where they battle for dominance until they both run out of breath and need to break free. It makes him stronger, it breaks him down, it makes him wonder why the hell he ever wanted to win against her when he could instead let her win and lose himself to her as he is right now. And when his hands pull the pins from both buns from her hair as he kisses down her neck, she groans in half pleasure and half annoyance.

"I'll have to fix them again now," she whines, pouting her bottom lip out, which he takes as an invitation to bite and pull on it.

"You'll manage. Let me just have this now. I've been waiting a while to see you with your hair fully down." She scoffs but lets him stare at her in awe once he finds it in him to pull back from her lips in order to get a view his handiwork.

And to think, it all started with some fucking pigtails.

#rivusa #fate the winx saga #fate the winx club #musa #musa fate #riven #riven fate

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the one where ricky falls off his skateboard [ricky bowen]

pairing: ricky bowen x reader summary: ricky breaks his leg whilst skateboarding, luckily y/n’s there to tend to his clingy self.  [requested!] warnings: descriptions of broken bones [comminuted fracture], swearing. 

a/n: Omg yes, I love this idea 🥺!!! I came from uni and I saw this request and knew I had to write it right away. I didn’t mean to make it this long but it sort of happened ahah oops. I hope this is what you wanted anon, enjoy!!

You were beyond pissed off and anxious. Your hands were shaking with panic and they were clammy, your pulse booming in your ears. You could barely hear the piercing sound of the ambulance’s sirens as it pulled up outside the indoor skatepark. Kids that had been skating, stopped to see what had happened, more of them moving away than staying due to the severity. 

You grasped onto Ricky’s hand, probably more worried than he was. I mean, you were definitely showing more signs of distress than him; Ricky had his eyes screwed shut, his breaths short and sharp, shock taking over his body, while you were sweaty and hot and you had tears begging to stream down your cheeks. 

You couldn’t look at his leg when the paramedics had surrounded you. But you were curious, so you took a peek. Bad decision. Ricky’s grip on your hand tightened, to the point where you couldn’t feel it, as he saw you look at his shin. 

His right foot was going right, and you knew a foot should never be able to do that. The bottom half of his leg was swollen, and you couldn’t look at it for too long without feeling the need to vomit. 

“Hey there,” The paramedic smiled at the two of you, placing her jump bag down next to her feet as she crouched beside Ricky’s left side. 

“Hi” Ricky sighed before squeezing his eyes shut once again. 

“So, by the looks of it, you’ve definitely got a fracture in your tibia-fibula area, so, I’m going to place a splint around both of your legs to speed up the transportation process,” She explained, although the words she was speaking weren’t making any sense, you were more focused on Ricky and his sounds of distress. The sounds that made your body numb and stomach turn. 

“I will get my colleagues to get the stretcher for you, while I apply the splint. Sound like a plan, buddy?” Ricky nodded slightly, his left arm almost giving out from holding his weight. Somehow, the calmness of the paramedics had soothed your nerves, showing you that Ricky would be completely fine. 

Once the paramedic had applied the splint to Ricky’s legs, the others had come over with a stretcher. You stood as they manoeuvred Ricky onto the bed, rolling him towards the stairs, before lifting him up and then continuing to roll him towards the back of the vehicle that was parked outside. You followed behind slowly, perking up when you heard Ricky call your name. 

You hopped into the back of the ambulance, “Yeah, Rick?” You answered, his hand grasping yours firmly. 

“Come with me?” He pleaded, his voice was deep and slow, showing the shock was wearing off and the pain of his leg was almost unbearable. It made your heart clench. 

“I think I’ll drive and meet you at the hospital, bub, okay?” You whispered to him as he nodded, not quite listening to your words, mostly finding comfort in the sound of your voice. You really didn’t want to drive, but you concluded that it was probably better for you to focus on something else for half an hour. 

You gave the paramedics your thank you’s, telling them you would meet them there. They all nodded before you jumped down and headed towards Ricky’s orange Beetle. 

~

Once you arrived, you made your way to the waiting room on level 4 where you met up with his Dad. 

“Hi, Mike” You sighed, bringing his father into a hug before you took a seat next to him. 

“Oh Y/n, I can’t imagine what you saw when it happened,” He said, snickering slightly, which brought comfort to you, seeing that his dad knew Ricky would be okay.  

“He’s going into surgery now, the bone that broke was practically shattered” Mike explained, running a hand over his face after. You nodded, exhaling heavily as you got comfortable on the chair. 

“Do you want a coffee or anything?” Mike asked, standing up from the chair next to you. 

“Actually, a coffee would be amazing, thank you” You had a small grin on your face as he nodded, smiling at you before he walked towards the elevator to go down to the cafeteria. 

You pulled out your phone to text Big Red, EJ and Nini the news, your fingers tapping at your screen urgently before sending a text to the group chat. You sat and stared at the waxed floor, a thousand thoughts running through your head as you recalled the events that had occurred. 

The ding of the elevator to your left caught your attention. Ricky’s dad walked towards you, sitting in his chair before handing you your coffee. 

“Thank you so much, I need this after seeing Rick’s leg” You joked, earning a chuckle from his Dad. You took a sip of your drink as you continued to stare at the floor a few feet in front of your shoes. 

~

You had been sitting with Mike Bowen for a few hours at this point, making conversation every once in a while. It was now nightfall and the hospital was surprisingly quiet on this level. 

Eventually, EJ, Nini and Big Red showed up, walking through the elevator, large balloons and stuffed toys in their arms. You grinned widely as they rushed towards you. You stood up, laughing at their over-the-top ‘get well soon’ presents. 

“How are you?” Nini asked, pulling you into a hug after putting the giant stuffed bear she held on the floor. 

“Tired, worried, you know, the usual” You giggled, leaning back to face her. You looked over at Big Red and EJ who were in conversation with Mike about football and other topics you weren’t listening to. 

You and Nini chose to sit on the chairs that were opposite the ones the boys were at. 

“Honestly, are you okay?” Her voice was soft, eyes full of worry for you, her best friend, as you smiled shyly back at her.

“I think I’m fine, I mean his fall was so scary, and when he laid there not moving, I assumed the worst, you know?” You blinked a few times before you looked at her. Nini nodded, placing her hands in yours. 

“But he was so stupid, I told him not to do it and he did it anyway!” You exasperated, shaking your head at the memory. 

“Bub, look! I’m gonna drop in at the bowl over there and then do a grind on the edge. It’s gonna be sick, just watch” Ricky’s grin was wide as he started to walk towards the bowl. 

“Nah, Ricky I think you should just stick to this area,” You said, making him stop and turn around. He looked almost offended, “You don’t think I can do it?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“No, it’s not that, I just think you should start dropping in at the small bowls first before you go to that one” You explained as Ricky furrowed his eyebrows and huffed. You raised your eyebrows at him as he shook his head. 

“I can do it, trust me”

“I just can’t believe he even thought it was a good idea in the first place.” You ranted to Nini, unaware that the boys and Ricky’s Dad were finished catching up and were now heading towards you. She only nodded before looking at the three that stood in front of you. 

“Ricky’s out of recovery, we can go see him if you want,” Mike said, gesturing to the paediatric section where his son was most likely coming out of the anaesthesia still. You and Nini quickly arose from the seats and followed the boys. 

Knocking quietly on the blue door, you all entered Ricky’s room, squishing in together with the giant balloons and stuffed bears. 

“Hi guys,” Ricky spoke, his voice was strained, and his eyes were puffy. He looked around the room at all of his friends, a smile spreading across his cheeks. His eyes met yours while you smiled shyly at him, arms crossed as you stood at the edge of the bed. 

“Well come on, let’s see the damage.” EJ prompted, rubbing his hands together as everyone’s collective stress-relieving laughs sounded. Ricky carefully sat up slightly as he leant forward, slowly removing the blanket for dramatic effect. 

Once lifted, he sported a full-leg, white cast. EJ nodded, humming, while you cringed, your face contorting in pain. Obviously, yours not being physical. Nini and Red expressed their empathy by grimacing and scrunching their noses as his Dad frowned, not being able to think about the pain his son went through. 

“I mean, I’ll be fine, this just means more video games with Red!” Ricky giggled as he fist-bumped Big Red who snorted with laughter. 

“We brought you some gifts.” Nini gestured to all of the presents they had purchased, earning another grin from Ricky. 

“You guys are the best.” He commented, eyes finding your figure again as you stared at his leg that sat in the cast. You were clearly in deep thought, your eyebrows furrowing as you brought your thumbnail to your lips. Ricky immediately looked at his friends and Dad who were joking around with each other. 

“Y/n,” Ricky said, making you snap your head towards him. You looked sadly at him, feeling uncomfortable at the sight of your boyfriend in the hospital. Ricky gave you the come-hither hand signal, eyes begging you to talk to him. 

You took a seat in the plastic chair that was placed next to the bed and took his hand that had a catheter needle inserted in it, in yours. You pressed your forehead against your enclosed hands and deeply sighed. 

“I know, I’m so sorry for not listening to you, baby” He whispered, placing his other hand in your hair. Ricky felt warm drops on his hand, making his insides churn. You lifted your head as your eyes met his honey ones. 

“I'm just glad that you’re alive and breathing, Rick.” You said, tears clouding your vision as his hand moved to your cheek. 

“I should be the one comforting you.” You exhaled deeply, “You just broke your leg, for God’s sake” Ricky laughed, leaning closer to your face. 

“We, uh, we’re gonna go get dinner, catch you later,” EJ announced randomly, the group rushing to exit the room as the two of you rolling your eyes at the childish antics of your friends and Mike Bowen. 

~

Ricky sat on the couch in his living room, an empty box of crackers next to him as he held a PS4 controller in his hands. He had texted you 15 minutes ago; in need of more crackers and other snack foods, he had wished for. 

And as the front door slammed, hearing a small “oops” from you, Ricky was relieved. He was finally at peace as you walked through the kitchen and to the living room with two boxes of salty crackers. He almost moaned at the sight of the snack food and made grabby hands at you. You just made a face at him and rolled your eyes. 

“I missed you,” He said, a grin evident on his cheeks as he eyed the boxes.

“You’re unbelievable” You muttered, throwing one box at him. He cheered loudly as he opened it, diving his hand into the salty goodness. 

“Come sit with me” Ricky yelled jokingly as you turned to leave him. You groaned in exaggeration as you made your way to sit next to him on the brown leather couch. As soon as you got comfortable, Ricky decided to manoeuvre his entire being so he could rest his head in your lap. Moving his body was hard enough, so moving his casted leg was extremely difficult. 

“Thank you for my crackers, baby” He mumbled, voice muffled by his positioning on the couch and across your body. Your hands threaded through his curls as he changed from his game of Fortnite to Netflix. You watched as he swiftly moved around the app, choosing to watch a movie you two had seen a billion times. 

You removed one of your hands from his hair to grab your phone after 15 minutes into the movie. And soon enough, both of your hands had moved away from Ricky’s hair and to your phone. Ricky groaned loudly while you ignored the plea. Ricky then moved his head against your stomach, signalling for you to continue running your hands through his hair and unknotting his curls. After getting no response from you at all, he decided to combine his two methods of attention-grabbing as he whined and moved annoyingly. 

“What?” You laughed, moving your phone away from your face as you awaited Ricky’s reply. 

“Play with my hair,” He said bluntly, causing your jaw to drop and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

“I hate you” You murmured, throwing your phone on the couch next to you and placing your hands on his head, unmoving. 

“Please baby, I’m in pain” He premised as you sat in fake contemplation. 

“Only because you said please, you dickhead” You uttered, earning a small ‘thank you’ that made your heart swell. 

Bed-ridden Ricky was a pain in the ass, but God was he cute. 

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i never got to say i love you - 1

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A/N: heyy, so i wrote this like a month ago when i was super into reading some modern university au acotar fanfiction & then i even planned out a whole storyline but then i just kinda sat on it. but i like it so i decided i would just put it out there, i can continue it if people actually like it too.

masterlist & AO3

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Feyre walked along the sidewalk leading to one of the dorm buildings of her new school, Velaris University. 

Although she was focused on lugging her single suitcase behind her as one of the wheels was broken, she couldn’t help but admire the tall impressive structures that surrounded her. She could hear the trickle of the Sidra river to her right while observing the courtyard adjoining multiple dorm buildings to her left. The courtyard was large and pristine, made of stone, with an abstract silver metal statue which stood erect in the middle loosely resembling an infinity sign. The housing units were situated around it in a semicircle.

A path winded down from the courtyard and back towards the main section of campus, organized there were the various department buildings, the cafeteria, admissions, and so on. Feyre was making her way up said path after she retrieved her student key card from the main office. 

She had just transferred from Courts Community College after she finally saved up enough money to afford tuition to VU. 

In her senior year of high school, Feyre visited the small city in which Velaris was located, Prythian, with her school on a field trip. It was on that small excursion she fell in love with the Prythian and the university it had to offer. In particular, Feyre loved the huge art district that occupied nearly a quarter of the city. 

Her family looked down upon her choice of major, art, they told her time and time again that it was impractical and her success rate in the field was microscopic. However, their comments didn’t deter her, she couldn’t imagine studying business or stem as her father suggested, it simply wasn’t for her. She wanted her life’s work to be doing what she loved even if it came with the risk of struggling financially down the road. 

Feyre finally reached the tall double glass doors of the middle building. She grabbed her ID from her jacket pocket and held it up to the scanner. The device beeps three times loudly, flashing a dot of red light. Feyre tries again with the same result. She sighs, did she get a faulty card?

“Turn it around,” a feminine voice suggests from behind her.

Feyre whipped around. There stood a young woman, likely Feyre’s same age. She was breathtakingly pretty with long, bright blonde hair that stopped below her chest and eyes that were a shade darker than honey. She was fairly tall as was Feyre and her demeanor demanded respect. She seemed sure of herself and her looks and capitalized on them. 

“The black bar on the back is only good for your dorm room door, to get in the main entrance you have to scan the front of your ID. I know, it’s weird, took me five minutes to figure it out yesterday,” the woman explained. 

Feyre gave an appreciative smile and nodded, turning her attention back to the scanner which now responded to her with a flash of green. 

“Thank you,” Feyre breathed as she opened the door and held it for the student behind her. The girl strolled through and smiled at her. “It’s no problem.” 

Feyre directed her attention to the slip of paper in her hand, failing to remember where it said her room was. Room 223, Level 3. A blonde head peered over her shoulder. 

“Room 223? You’re right next door to me!” 

Feyre offered her a smile. “Does that mean you’ll show me the way?”

The blonde looked delighted and casually looped her arm through Feyre’s as if they’d been friends for years and led her towards the elevator. This slightly alarmed Feyre, she had never had very many friends let alone pretty girl friends, usually, they weren’t all too kind to Feyre. Despite the fact that her sisters, Nesta and Elain, were rather popular. Nesta easily took on the role of the pretty mean girl, though she wasn’t outwardly mean often. She just radiated the energy and didn’t bother with most people. 

Elain, however, was friends with everybody and was sweet to all who crossed paths with her. She had almost everyone in the school wrapped around her finger, though she had no idea; from the boys who tripped over each other to open the door for her and the girls that scrambled to sit near her at lunch. 

Feyre did have one redeeming quality in high school, well, redeeming person. Her high school sweetheart was Tamlin Spring, the football team’s star quarterback. He was one of the boys in the school that the girls drooled over constantly, but somehow it was Feyre who caught his eye and it was Feyre he asked to accompany him to homecoming. You’d think this high up connection would earn her some credit but no, the girls still teased her, convincing her it had all been a dare. 

Feyre remembers, in a fit of rage and embarrassment, she stomped over to Tamlin’s locker after the last bell and confronted him. It was there he promised her that it was no prank, it was there he first kissed her. Feyre felt like they had clicked until her mother suddenly passed away from an undiagnosed illness, the death leaving an ugly, deep scar carved into Feyre’s and her family’s lives. Feyre’s life took a turn for the worse and with it so did the relationship she shared with Tamlin. 

The gentle ding of an elevator door alerted Feyre before she found herself spiraling too deep into her thoughts. 

Her leader didn’t seem to notice her brooding state as she took Feyre out and to the right, down a decently sized hall. The floor was mostly white tile with dark blue, almost purple tiles making a design down the middle; the walls were painted a light gray and littered with numerous posters. Feyre didn’t have time to read what all the papers said before the woman stopped outside a wooden door, a plate engraved with the numbers 223 to its left. 

“This is your room. I’m just next door in 225.” 

Feyre nodded. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” The girl smiled at her and then her face lit up in realization. 

“Oh, my gods! I didn’t even introduce myself!”

Feyre let loose a small smile. “I’m Feyre,” she said at last.

To her surprise, the mysterious girl pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, “I’m Morrigan, but I really just go by Mor.” Mor then pulled back, still holding Feyre at arm’s length. 

“My roommate is named Vivane by the way. We dyed her hair silver in the bathrooms last night, you can’t miss her. She’s always hanging out with her boyfriend though, so if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to come find me!” Mor offered politely. 

“Thank you.” Feyre breathed out a little sigh of relief having found my dorm without too much trouble.

A girl down the hall called Mor’s name, she muttered a quick see you later and disappeared into the herd of students and luggage. 

Luckily, Feyre managed to open the door without issue and hauled her suitcase inside. She felt a little silly walking here with such a small amount of stuff, most students had a cart full of their belongings. 

Feyre observed the room, the same white tiled floor and light gray walls as the corridor she just exited. It wasn’t ridiculously small, but it would still be a bit of a squeeze. Nothing Feyre wasn’t used to, having shared a room with her two older sisters growing up. A few boxes and bags were already scattered about on the right side of the room. It was clear her roommate had been here and left. She dropped her black, sticker ridden suitcase on the empty bed, plopping down next to it. 

Both sides of the room were identical, two tall beds held up by drawers pressed against opposing walls, two nightstands, two narrow desks situated at the ends of each bed, and one decently sized wardrobe, all made of the same light creamy wood tone. Rather flimsy-looking violet plastic chairs were also tucked into the desks. 

Feyre began to unpack her clothes into the drawers holding up her bed in an attempt to distract her growing anxiety. She pulled out her bag of art supplies and dropped it on her desk. The bag held a paint set that was on its last leg, paint brushes that were horribly frayed at the ends, both drawing and colored pencils, sad leftover eraser nubs, and her worn leather bound sketchbook. 

The door to her room opened up with a click revealing who could only be her roommate standing on the threshold.

She was on the short side and was relatively curvy. Her skin was a tanned brown and she had dark brunette curly hair that was tied up in a loose bun. They both stood observing each other for a second.

“I see you took advantage of the half-off sale at the uni shop too.” She spoke with a smile, gesturing to the identical, oversized VU sweatshirts they were both wearing over black leggings. 

Feyre returned her smile and nodded. “I’m Feyre.”

I held out my hand which she took instantly with a squeeze, “Alis.”

Feyre felt a sense of relief in Alis’s presence. She had a gentle, calming, almost motherly aura about her. Alis invited Feyre to join her for an early dinner to get to know each other.

The girls entered into a huge room adorned with the same marble looking tiles and gray paint mixed with pillars of dark brick filling the walls where windows were absent. Two of the walls were almost completely glass letting a vast amount of natural light fill the space. Above them, three huge circular lights hung from the high ceiling. Wooden tables of various sizes and the same shade of violet accent color plastic chairs neatly filled the room. Stretching along two of the walls were a number of booths to grab food. 

Feyre and Alis settled on grabbing salads from one called Sabrina’s Kitchen and snatched a table for two near one of the walls of windows. They talked about the usual, their family, where they were from, what they were studying, etc.

Feyre learned that Alis was from the town adjacent to Feyre’s own, Springlee. She used to live there with her sister, her husband, and their two boys. She only left to pursue a degree in education but missed them terribly.

Feyre gave Alis a quick rundown of her own home life, leaving out many details that came with her dysfunctional family and explained she’d transferred after two years at Courts Community, working on an art degree. Alis loved the idea of having an artist as her roommate and insisted Feyre paint pictures to decorate their dorm. 

They’d long since finished their salads but continued chatting as the cafeteria began to fill up nearer to dinner time. 

“Whoa, whoa. Don’t look now but the hottest group of guys just strolled in,” Alis gasped. 

Feyre giggled a little and rolled her eyes, she wasn’t the type of girl to fawn after hot guys anymore with her track record. She did not trust a pretty face. Alis’s eyes were transfixed behind Feyre. 

“Would you like me to grab you a napkin to clean up your drool?” Feyre poked at Alis. 

Alis playfully swatted her hand away. “Just look at them!”

Feyre huffed and turned around in her seat; she didn’t even need to ask for clarification from Alis it was clear who she was referring too. In one of the lines stood a group of three guys, she could hear them laughing and talking from her seat.

She could only see two of their faces, but that was all she needed. They all had similar shades of black or very dark brown hair and tanned complexions, not to mention how fit they all were. One’s hair was shoulder length and half was pulled back in a bun, the other two had shorter hair cut in rather nondescript styles. Though, the quietest one who had his arms crossed over his chest and only said a few words or offered a small smile every now and then had some curl in locks. The last one had his back turned to Feyre but if his backside and friends were any indication she could only assume he was equally as beautiful. 

Noticing Feyre’s prolonged glance, Alis spoke up, “who needs a napkin now?”

Feyre snapped back around and giggled. “Shut up!”

The sheer number of students piling into the room had it near overflowing as Alis and Feyre tore their eyes from the boys and walked back to their dorm. 

They sat on their beds and talked for a while more, mostly making up ridiculous ways to find out who those boys were and how to get their attention. Feyre doodled in her sketchbook while Alis suggested they break into admissions in an attempt to get some information on them, that plan quickly fell apart as she realized they’d need to know more than their faces. 

Eventually, both girls turn in for the night. 

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A New World Chapter 4: Entangled Schedules

First Chapter Previous Chapter

As Lisa played the familiar song, the bass line melding with the guitar, she remembered how great it felt when the whole band was in sync. Song I Am, which had once been new, now felt familiar, like coming home. The drums carried the beat, the guitar supported it, the piano flitted under their sound, the vocals rang clearly, and the bass glued them all together.

It had been a while, far too long in Lisa’s opinion, since the band had been able to practice all together like this. Ever since the school year started, with four of the members at university, they had been struggling to meet for rehearsal.

First, their class schedules were all vastly different from each other. They didn’t only have class before 3:00 pm, like they did in high school and they all attended class in different parts of the city. In addition, they had a lot of homework, additional practice, and other events outside of classes. Rinko had already missed a couple rehearsals to practice for school, with Sayo missing one as well for a late scheduled class session. With their constantly changing schedules, trying to schedule new practices was an ongoing struggle.

Today though, on this glorious Sunday, the whole band was able to make it. Yukina had a meeting thirty minutes after rehearsal ended, but that didn’t matter. They were all there.

Lisa looked to her left, where Yukina stood at the mic stand. She sang as she always did, with power and control. Past her, Lisa could see Sayo. She was almost smiling, looking more content than she usually did.

They were almost at the end of their rehearsal time, after practicing quite a few of their songs. As they finished Song I Am, Yukina turned back towards the band. She nodded once, acknowledging how well they had played. Despite not rehearsing for a while, they were still the best.

“Are there any others you want to run through?” Lisa asked, drawing the others’ attention to her. They could probably squeeze one more song in, though that would be cutting their end time close.

“No, I think we’re done for today.” Yukina replied, turning to look at Sayo for confirmation.

Sayo nodded a couple times, “Yes, this has been sufficient.” In the back, Rinko stuttered out an agreement.

With that verdict, the band started to pack up. Lisa stowed her bass and zipped the case up, leaving it on the ground for a minute.

Before the band could head out, there was something they still needed to do. Lisa called for their attention again once they had all put their instruments away.

“I’m still working on scheduling rehearsal for next week.” She said, noting the shift in Sayo’s expression. She was frowning now, clearly displeased. Rinko looked nervous too. “I’m thinking about Wednesday in the afternoon, around 4:00. Does that work for you?” She glanced from person to person, already knowing from their expressions that it wouldn’t.

“I have to be on campus that afternoon.” Yukina said, crossing her arms. “Can we do it later?”

“I’ll need to talk to the studio, but yeah probably.” Lisa pulled out her phone to look at her calendar. “Wait, I have to work that night.” So no, they couldn’t practice then.

“Hmm.” Yukina brought a hand up to her chin. Next to her, Sayo had her phone out as well.

“What about Friday afternoon?” Sayo asked, still with her eyes on her phone.

This time it was Rinko who objected. “I-I have classes then.” She looked sheepish, like she regretted saying it.

The mood in the studio, which had been high before, felt like it had plummeted. The new semester had barely started, but they were already having so much trouble planning rehearsals. It used to be so easy, at the same time in the afternoon, but now there always seemed to be a least one member who was busy.

Roselia couldn’t go a whole week without practicing. “Maybe Friday evening instead.” Lisa offered, since she knew none of them had classes in the evening. “I’ll talk to the studio and see what’s available.” She glanced around at each member, waiting for an objection. This time, none came.

“Thank you, Lisa.” Yukina sounded relieved, since for once they all seemed to be available.

With that decided, the band was able to disperse. Lisa made sure she had all of her belongings as they left the practice studio together.

As they neared the front of Circle, she broke away from the group to talk with Marina. The woman was behind the counter as usual, supervising the studio.

“How was your rehearsal today?” Marina asked as Lisa approached, a beaming smile on her face as usual. Ako, Rinko, and Sayo proceeded out of the studio while Lisa talked with her. Yukina stopped near the door, turned so she could watch as Lisa bargained for a time slot.

Lisa lifted one hand in a small shooing gesture for Yukina to leave, so she wouldn’t be late for her meeting. Yukina didn’t budge.

“Pretty good!” Lisa gave up on Yukina, turned back towards Marina, and smiled, trying to cheer herself back up. The actual rehearsal part had gone quite well. “Do you have a studio available for Friday night?”

Marina looked at her computer, typing something on the keyboard. “Let me see.” She said, clicking her mouse a few times. “Hmm, the latest I can do is 3:00.”

Lisa’s mood collapsed back down, like a deflating balloon. “Nothing after 5:00?” She asked, just to make sure.

Marina shook her head. “No, but I have some openings on Saturday, at 11:00 am and 4:00 pm.”

Lisa fought back a sigh, not wanting to show her disappointment. “I’ll talk to the band.”

“Alright, have a nice evening!” Marina waved enthusiastically, which Lisa returned with about half the energy. She said goodbye and then turned to walk towards the exit.

Yukina still lingered there, her lips turned in a slight frown. “Saturday might be tough.” She said as Lisa reached her, moving to walk together out the door.

“Yeah, we’ll make it work though.” Lisa replied, far more optimistically than she felt.

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Lisa wasn’t sure how she was going to make this schedule work.

It was Monday now, and she was on campus for the day. She had a class in the morning, then a couple hour gap before her next one. During that time, she walked to the cafeteria to get some food and to tackle to problem of Roselia’s practice schedule.

She sat alone at a table for four, with just her thoughts for company. Thinking about it like this didn’t make it any easier to fix.

No, all it did was remind her that between the five of them, there was very little time available for practice. They all seemed to have overlap issues. This was just for rehearsal; she hadn’t even dealt with performances yet.

Lisa pondered it as she ate her lunch, how she should proceed.

The first thing she needed was to be able to see the schedule easier. Right now, each member was chiming in when they couldn’t make a practice. This was okay in the short term, but it wasn’t sustainable for long term planning.

The events of yesterday’s rehearsal had shown her that. If they waited too long, the few open slots they had could be unavailable at the studio.

Maybe some kind of central calendar could work? Lisa used a calendar app on her phone to keep track of her own schedule, but perhaps one could be created that stored the availability of the whole band.

Ooh, now that was an idea. It might not fix the problem, but at least it would streamline it. Lisa clicked into her calendar to see if she could create something like that. Her head was down, so she didn’t notice someone approaching.

“Lisa-chii!” A familiar voice called from right next to her, far louder than necessary at that distance. “Long time no see!”

Lisa looked up, locking eyes with vibrant green ones. “Hey Hina,” she acknowledged the other student with a smile.

Hina was attending the same school as Lisa, in the same program. They didn’t have any classes together, since the program was quite large. As first year students though, they both took the same courses. They had already walked past each other once since the semester started, but hadn’t spent any time talking.

“Mind if I join you?” Hina asked, more politely than she usually would.

“Please do.” Lisa gestured towards the empty seats at her table.

Hina beamed as she claimed the chair across from Lisa, placing her cup and plate down on the table. “I’m starving!” She declared as she quickly started eating her food.

“A lot of classes this morning?” Lisa engaged her in conversation, rather than continue to dwell on her scheduling problems.

“Yup, and Pasupare practice.” Hina replied between bites. She carried the same frenetic energy she always did.

Her words surprised Lisa. “You practiced in the morning?”

“Ever since uni started.” Hina now twirled her utensil in her hand.

So Roselia wasn’t the only band having issues with schedules. “I see.” Lisa replied simply, wondering how morning practices would look if Roselia tried them. She immediately dismissed that idea; Ako needed her sleep for high school.

“Aya-chan’s so funny in the morning.” Hina grinned, like she was on the inside of a joke nobody else understood. “She’s so cute and sleepy.”

Lisa wondered how funny that could possibly be, but she wasn’t going to question it. “Roselia practiced yesterday, but it’s been hard finding time when everyone’s free.” She couldn’t help but grimace.

“Onee-chan told me about that.” Hina nodded firmly. “She seems hmm, not very boppin’ lately.” She lifted a finger to her cheek as she spoke, as if she was searching for the right words.

Sayo had seemed fine at rehearsal, happy even, though that made sense if the problem was rehearsals being cancelled. Lisa thought she should check in on her. “How has Pasupare been dealing with it?”  Like Roselia, most of Pasupare’s members had graduated. They must’ve had equivalent or greater scheduling issues.

Hina thought about it for a moment, taking another big bite of her food. “It’s always been like this.” She tilted her head. “Chisato-chan, Aya-chan, Eve-chan, and Maya-chan are always suuuuper busy. Now they’re just busier in the evening, so we mixed it around.” She swirled one finger in the air to represent the change.

That was kind of vague, but Lisa understood what she was saying. They were working around the new scheduling problems by practicing early in the morning.

“Chisato-chan couldn’t even practice today.” Hina took the last bite of her lunch. “The drama she’s recording had the same idea and snatched her away.”

That was interesting. “So, you practiced without her?” Roselia didn’t really do that, rehearse without one of their band members. Yukina preferred to cancel and reschedule practice, if she had enough notice.

Now Hina was guzzling down her drink. “Yup! That happens a lot.” She held the half full cup in her hand. “Our manager says it’s better to practice with four than not at all.”

That could be something Lisa could use. She remembered the day before, how a different member had issues with different time slots. If they’d been willing to rehearse with four instead of five, then they could’ve scheduled multiple rehearsals. As it was, the time slot needed was already full and they had nothing planned.

“That helps Hina, thanks.”

Hina finished her drink and practically slammed the cup down onto the table. “No problem!” Now that she was done eating, she leaned down to unzip her bag. “While I’m here, did you do the lab report yet for science?”

As Hina pulled out a binder full of paper, Lisa realized the true reason she’d wanted to eat with her. Even though they didn’t have any classes together, they were still taking the same courses. That meant very similar assignments.

Lisa humored her and looked at her lab, offering a couple tips and corrections. It was the least she could do, since Hina helped with her band problems.

Lisa needed to take those ideas, her own and the ones from Hina, and form them into some kind of a plan.

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This was the last question on the lab report. This familiar report was the one Lisa had helped Hina with during lunch. She had most of it finished already, but needed to add the final touches. It was due in a couple days, which meant it needed to be done soon.

When Lisa got home from campus, she sat down to finish it. This took a while, but by dinner time she was almost done.

After dinner, she finished the last question. Science in university was only a bit harder than science in high school had been, at least so far that was the case. Once the assignment was complete, she could move on to the task that had been haunting her all day.

Roselia’s practice schedule loomed over her.

Lisa started by picking a tool for creating a combined schedule. She decided to call it the master schedule, since it would hold everyone’s information.

That was something she needed for sure, to be able to see when everyone was busy. The calendar app she used on her phone would work, as long as she made a separate account to house the master schedule.

She started the new account by adding her own classes and work shifts to it.

Once Lisa had finished adding her schedule on the account, she copied the link to the schedule and texted it out in the Roselia group text.

“Hey everyone, please fill in your schedule at this link. Mark any time you can’t practice.”

Sayo responded quickly. “This is an excellent idea.” She added a thumbs up emoji after it.

“I’ll add to it now (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧” Rinko soon followed.

Next was Ako. “Can the background be made darker?” Lisa didn’t know how to do that, so she said no.

Yukina’s message came last. “Good work, Lisa.” The simple message brought a smile to Lisa’s face.

She clicked back to the calendar to see what had been added. Now, instead of just her own classes, it was full of classes, rehearsals, and study sessions from her bandmates.

As she expected, there was very little free time to spare. Almost any time that they used to rehearse was filled with a college course or rehearsal time. Evenings rarely had all members available. Friday night was free, but Lisa already knew that the studio was booked that night.

Saturday, which Lisa had hoped would be a good day, was littered with events.

There were plenty of slots where only one member was busy, which was always a different member. Sayo and Yukina had some late practices, Rinko had classes that ran later than the others, Ako was busy during the entire high school day, and Lisa couldn’t forget her very own work schedule and heavy load of coursework.

The next step could be to schedule them for four person rehearsals, just to keep the band practicing often. The longer Lisa pondered it, the surer she was that that was the best way forward. They needed to practice regularly, whether that be with four or five members.

She couldn’t make the decision alone though.

Lisa left the calendar app, going to dial a number instead. The number she dialed was one she knew by heart, one that held a strong grip on her.

The line rang a couple times, before being answered.

“Lisa?” Through the phone, Yukina’s voice sounded fuzzy.

“Hey Yukina.” Lisa wondered how her own voice sounded, as it bounced away to a radio tower and back to a spot less than fifty feet away. “Do you have a minute?”

“Yes, of course.” Yukina sounded tense.

“Everyone added their classes to the calendar.” Lisa started there, with what had been done. “And I’ve been looking at it.”

“I am too.” Yukina replied, with a slight shuffling sound on her end of the line. “Saturday doesn’t look like it’s going to work.” Disappointment was easy to hear in her tone.

“Right, about that…” Lisa wasn’t sure how to say this, wasn’t sure how Yukina was going to react. “I’ve been thinking, if there’s a week when we can’t get everyone together then, maybe we should schedule four person rehearsals.”

For a long, stifling, unbearable moment, there was silence from the other end of the line.

“Do you think that’s best for Roselia?” The words, which in the wrong tone could’ve been an accusation, were instead spoken softly. It felt like an honest question, like Yukina really wanted to know what she thought.

Lisa had already decided on her answer. “I do, yes.” She said the words firmly.

“Go ahead then, I trust your decision.” There was no pause before those words. Though fuzzy, Yukina spoke with certainty.

Lisa’s heart, which had been behaving normally today, reacted strongly to those words. “I’ll try to schedule the next one tonight.” She managed to respond in a normal fashion.

“Alright. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

Lisa hit the button to hang up the call, setting the phone on the table. She took a deep breath, playing Yukina’s words again in her mind.

Yukina trusted her to do this right, to do what was best for the band.

Lisa wasn’t going to let her down. She picked her phone back up, with a silent apology to Rinko, and dialed the number for Circle.

She hoped the Friday afternoon slot was still available.

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End Note: Had to whip out the old suffix chart for this. Here’s the link if you’re interested in seeing it: https://imgur.com/4ezEq7f

Next Chapter

#bang dream fanfiction #lisayuki #yukilisa #bandori fanfiction #imai lisa #minato yukina #flip writes #this wasn't supposed to be as yukilisa as it is #my bad #but also #i'm not sorry

[yukheisrosie]

A BTS X EXO F4 FANFIC!! PT 2.

Hi! Here's part two!! Please enjoy.

Word Count: 1,170

A BTS X EXO FANFIC

(inspired by: Meteor Garden on Netflix <3)

Part 1.

"The thing I love most about colleges are the classrooms." Namjoon lets out a content sigh as all three of them walk out of their third class of the day

"You could sit all the way in the back, take a nap, and no one would notice!" He laughs, lazily wrapping an arm around Chelsy

"College is amazing!"

"I still don't understand or believe how you got into Seoul National University." Yoongi says, not caring to look at the hurt expression already plastered on Joons face

"I got in because I'm a smart and powerful student." Namjoon replies, squinting

"That and lots of ass kissing in highschool." Yoongi nods, still ignoring eye contact

Chelsy lets out a small laugh before quickly covering her mouth as Namjoon did nothing but furrow his eyebrows and jokingly pushing her face away

"The cafeteria should be in the next building." Chelsy then changes the subject, getting back into the middle of them

"We should hurry before the lines get long."

As the three continued to walk, they noticed a swarm of people appearing out of nowhere near the end of the hall

"I wonder what's happening over there." Namjoon head motions as they approach

"Like some kind of celebrity is here."

"You should stay close." Yoongi suggests as they pass by the group, almost knocking each other over

He was about to push Chelsy to the side when it was too late as one stranger harshly brushed past her, making her drop her phone

"Shit." Chelsy curses lowly to herself, automatically dropping to the floor as her heart began to pound

She quickly crawled over people's feet as she searches for her device

Letting out a deep breath, she starts to feel her anxiety creep up until she spots her phone a few inches away from her

Dragging herself on all fours, she tries to move as fast as she can to retrieve the cell but just as she was about to pick it up, the crowd began to move fast, having one unlucky person step on top of it- instantly cracking the entire screen

Chelsy was in shock

It seemed as if everything moved in slow motion as she replayed the moment over and over again

She sits there on the floor, waiting for the crowd to disappear before she could save it from getting stepped on even more

Next thing Chelsy knew, she was getting picked up by both Namjoon and Yoongi

"Hey-" Yoongi breaths

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it looked like you got trampled on." Namjoon furrows his eyebrows in concern

Chelsy just stood in silence, then leaning down to slowly pick up what's left of her phone

"Oh, wow." Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, not really knowing how to comfort her

"That sucks."

"I mean, do you have insurance?" Yoongi asks, trying to think of solutions

"Maybe after school we could go over to the closest phone store and get you a new one-"

He continues to ramble on, but the words were just going through one ear and out the other as all Chelsy could focus on was her broken phone

'my parents are gonna kill me' was her first and only initial thought at the moment

She wanted to break down and cry, but another side was telling her to find the person who did this and make them pay

Well, it had to be a him considering not a lot of girls at uni would wear such pointy suede shoes

Chelsy finds herself clenching onto the broken device in her hand before pushing past the two boys and rushing towards the crowd

The two guys look at each other before sighing and quickly following with, but in a good enough distance

Chelsy followed the crowd for what felt like a good fifteen minutes as it slowly started to disappear once they all approached the school library

She stared at the footwear of the people until she finally found the shoe that stepped on her phone

Looking up, she notices it belonged to a tall, dark haired boy, rather handsome (but a major asshole in this case)

"Hey, brown suede shoes!" She calls out catching his and three other boys (in which Chelsy didn't even notice until now) attention

The boy in whom she was referring to just raised an eyebrow before speaking

"Yes?"

Chelsy lets out a little breath before placing her phone up in his vision

"Do you know what this is?"

The boy just looks at her with an unamused look

"A broken phone." He replies calmly, making Chelsy feel even more furious

"Do you know why it's broken?" She asks

"What does that have to do with me?" He squints

"How does it NOT  have to do with you?" Chelsy snaps back

"You stepped on it! Did you not feel something underneath your foot?"

The boy steps back a little

"When?"

"Earlier in the hall." Chelsy says

"When those people were surrounding you for some apparent reason, one of the students knocked me over and you stepped on it just as I was about to pick it up!"

She explains but just as she could continue any further the boy just rolls his eyes and walks away, brushing past her along with the three other boys by his side

Chelsy stays in the same spot, shocked at how someone could be so rude

She knew looks could be deceiving, but not to the point where they couldn't at least be considerate

Fume raged inside her as she turns right back around, about to charge at them before being held back by both of her friends now at her side

"You shouldn't do that." Yoongi sighs, holding her arm

"It'd be a terrible idea."

"Yeah, they're like big news here." Namjoon agrees on the other end

"We heard from a few girls that those four guys are the main stars of this campus."

"Their parents own very big famous industries, and one of their moms even owns the palm hotels."

"I don't care who or where they came from." Chelsy replies, getting out of their grip

"The asshole still could've apologized for breaking my phone."

"He could've." Yoongi nods, agreeing

"But why would he if he didn't intentionally do it?"

"Plus on top of that, he could buy like ten of those in a minute if he wanted to."

"Yeah? well one of them is going to me, because he's going to pay for the damage." Chelsy responds, crossing her arms

"I'm not gonna let him off that easily just because his parents come from a well known family."

She shakes her head

"It doesn't give him the right to belittle everyone that passes by him!"

"You talk big for such a small girl." Yoongi compliments

"I never really wrapped my head around that yet."

Chelsy looks at him before letting out an annoyed groan, walking away from the two and in search to find the four guys before the lunch period ended

#bts #btsfanfic #wattpad #fanfiction #kpop #kpopfanfic #exo #exofanfic #exo sehun #bts jungkook #jungkook #bts yoongi #yoongi #bts namjoon #namjoon #RM #exo baekhyun #F4 #meteor garden #fanfic

[colonel-insomniac]

Heather— Conan Gray

And we are back! sorry for the long wait, i graduated, I’m getting ready to start uni, ive been a little busy. Anyways, read other Spongebob One-shots HERE and if its a while before i release another one, pls read my book The Other Planet HERE because I aim to publish it after rewriting.  "I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you…" 

Bobby was slumped in a chair, chin resting on an arm that was propped up by a cafeteria table. Prom was a bust, that's really all he had discovered tonight. 

Everyone always says prom is a magical night, and bonds are formed that will never break, and maybe Bobby is being a little over dramatic about this, but this dance turned out to be a total waste of seventy-five bucks. 

Truthfully, he'd wanted to be asked to prom, and by Patrick. But when it became clear that wasn't happening, his mom had insisted he still go, despite his lamenting about not wanting to. She'd promised him that he would later wish he had gone. Bobby supposed it would be better than being sprawled on the couch, watching movies. 

Now, however, all he wished to do was watch movies. Since he'd walked through the doors of the high school gym, Bobby had a flighty feeling gnawing at his insides. And he knew it was heartwarming when Pat walked through the doors with his mom, but he couldn't help wishing he was walking through that entrance with Patrick. 

Bobby had ducked into the bathroom—accidentally into the girls first, where they asked why he looked upset after their initial shock—the boy's bathroom, where he locked himself in a stall, and sat for a couple minutes. 

His heart was beating fast, so he pulled out his phone and played some Subway Surfer's in an attempt to calm down. It was just Pat after all, his best friend for life. There was no reason to be nervous. 

And that's when he wound up at this table. He'd weaved his way through the throng of dancing kids, chatting with a couple of them before moving on. Bobby had managed to catch a couple of glances at Patrick, who was seated at a table with his mom. But they weren’t talking, he was looking around with a frown. 

“Only if you knew, how much I liked you, but I watch your eyes as she walks by…”

Bobby had a sneaking suspicion that Patrick liked Sandy, a really smart Texan. He had no proof of this, of course, besides how much they seemed to hang out these days. Bobby felt bad about that thought. She’s not a bad person, Sandy, that is. She’s really smart, and shes’ pretty, and nice, and all good things. But Bobby had been missing his best friend recently. He’d tried talking to Edward—or Eddie, as Bobby called him, despite Edward’s scowls—but it was evident that the tall, clarinet playing, art adept boy was consumed with work, and consequently had no time to talk. 

Bobby had sat down in the chair he’s now in, spinning stories out of the pattern on the table to keep himself occupied. Even he was aware how pitiful that sounded. Sandy and Edward had come up to him, separately of course, and chatted for a bit each. He’d grinned when Eddie voluntarily sat next to him, but Eddie had made sure Bobby knew he was only talking to him tonight because of how Bobby had been one of the few to treat him kindly. At that, Bobby’s mouth fell open in shock. Eddie was such a fun person to be around in his opinion. He’s going to have to talk with people and tell them how awesome Eddie is. 

Bobby half listens to what Eddie is telling him, nodding his head in agreement as he thinks of how he can help the talented man. Soon enough, Edward decides he’s talked enough, and excuses himself. That’s when Sandy practically leapt out of the almost non-existent shadows, nearly giving Bobby a heart attack. He jumps a little, and Sandy smiles, apologizing for startling him. “You? Scare me? No, no, I was just getting up!” Bobby tries, knowing that Sandy knows it’s a lie. 

“What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky, she’s got you mesmerized, while I die…” 

“Mhm, sure.” Sandy gives him a knowing look. “Why are ya camped out here anyhow?” Bobby shrugs, not wanting to explain. “Patrick has been lookin’ for ya, he seems worried ‘bout somethin’.” Bobby looks away, feeling guilty. 

The ever-perceptive girl takes note of the expression on Bobby’s face, and in one motion, pulls out a chair and sits down. Bobby keeps his head tilted towards the table, hoping she won’t want him to talk about it. “Now, what’s wrong Bobby? You’ve been actin’ stranger than a cow dancin’ at a disco rodeo.” Bobby’s eyebrows scrunch together, a little confused by the saying, but then he shakes his head and thinks up a response. 

He shrugs, “Nothing, I just don’t wanna be here anymore.” Sandy’s own eyebrows shoot up, and she asks what he means by that.

“Why would you ever kiss me, I’m not even half as pretty, you gave her your sweater it's just polyester, but you like her better, wish I were Heather…”

Bobby lifts his shoulder again, not sure of what to say or how to say it. He blows air out, watching a strand of his hair float up and fall down again while he thinks. Sandy see the discomfort on his face, and drags him outside, into the quiet. The air out here fills Bobby’s lungs, pleasantly warm. It smells like spring, hope, rebirth, renewal. “Now talk.” She orders, and he has no choice but to admire her persistence. 

“I kinda like Pat.” It’s a low whisper, and Sandy’s face brightens. Bobby frowns. “What’re you smiling about?” 

Sandy quickly irons out her face, assuring him that there’s nothing going on, gesturing for him to continue. “But I think he likes you, not me.” Bobby stares hard at a tree, watching as the moonlight pokes through the holes in the leaves. 

Sandy makes a sound in the back of her throat, and Bobby can’t quite place an emotion to the sound. “He’s a great guy, I would know, I did spend the past 17 years of my life with him.” Bobby continues, turning to Sandy and plastering a bright, fake smile on his face as he grabs her hands. “Pat’s a lot of fun to be around, he’s also really soft.” Bobby stares up and away from Sandy, trying to keep his emotions under control. 

“Bobby, you’ve got it all wrong—” Sandy starts, and Bobby numbly thinks how she does look pretty ethereal right now, and kinda all the time. How could someone not like her?

“Watch as she stands with her holding your hand, put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder…” 

“Trust me, Sandy, it’s okay. If you like him too, you should tell him. You guys will…have a lot of fun together.” He’s trying to work himself up to be happy. He should be happy for the two anyways. 

He hardly hears himself as he continues on, rambling, Sandy watching him with eyes that keep getting wider. It’s when he’s starting to turn to go back inside, and turning her too, that Sandy seems to snap out of her shock, and grabs Bobby’s shoulders. “Listen Bobby,” Bobby opens his mouth to ask something, confused, but Sandy shakes her head, so he nods. “You gotta trust me on this one. Pat doesn’t like me. I know who he likes, and this person is at this party. Patrick’s plannin’ on tellin’ them tonight, so you oughta at least go and see him.” Bobby shakes his head, once, before Sandy frowns at him. “He’s itchin’ to talk to you, been missin’ you all night, and y’all are both actin’ pretty dang stupid.” Bobby’s too confused, puzzling over that last part, and before he can protest it, Sandy’s grabbed his hand, and drags him inside. 

“But how could I hate her? She's such an angel, but then again, kinda wish she were dead, as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky, she's got you mesmerized, while I die…”

“Sandy…” That’s all Bobby can get out. The cold of the air condition raises goosebumps on his arms, and okay, maybe that isn’t the only reason. Because now, he’s going to be face to face with Patrick, and only Sandy knows why she’s doing this. 

He didn’t think he was wrong though, about Patrick liking Sandy. But now that she’s said that it isn’t her, Bobby feels almost like he’s been thrown into an existential crisis. His stomach clenches, and he desperately tries to stall by any means necessary, but Sandy doesn’t buy any of the excuses he’s giving her. She just tells Bobby to trust him and keeps moving. 

Bobby sees Pat sitting with his mom. His back is towards Sandy and Bobby, but he nods his head at whatever his mom says. Sandy deposits Bobby in a corner, and tells him to “wait there and don’t move,” before making her way over to the pair. 

He debates slipping away, now that Sandy’s back is turned, but he’s frozen instead, helplessly watching the scene unfold in front of him. From what he can see, Sandy puts a hand on Pat’s shoulder, greeting his mom, who smiles at her. Patrick’s looking up at her, and she briefly addresses him before pulling him up. Bobby’s heart is beating wildly in his body, and he swallows as Sandy brushes off the shoulders of Pat’s suit before leading him toward Bobby. 

“Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty, you gave her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her better, I wish I were Heather…”

Patrick catches sight of Bobby before the pair is in front of him, and Bobby finds himself mesmerized by Patrick. When they stop, Sandy waits for a beat or two, and exits, aiming a pointed glance at Bobby, the meaning of which he is able to immediately decipher. She’s telling him to confess. That thought sends him into a state of panic, and he blushes, not sure what to do or say. 

“Hey.” Is the first thing to come out of his mouth, and he considers literally face-palming. Instead, however, Bobby watches Patrick’s face scrunch up. 

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Bobby flinches at the emotion underneath the question. He never meant to hurt Patrick, never thought he was.

But now he knows better. “I thought you liked Sandy, I was trying to stay out of the way so you could tell her.” Pat looks taken aback by Bobby’s confession. 

“I don’t….” Pat starts to say something, but trails off, looking slightly confused. 

Bobby breathes in, stomach knotting and unknotting over and over as he debates saying it. He closes his eyes. “I like you.” Those three words stop everything. Bobby’s mind goes still, and he knows it’s impossible, but he swears it feels as though his heart has stopped. 

His hands drop to his sides—funny, he didin’t remember lifting them to begin with— and looks to the side, away from Patrick. He struggles—and fails—to keep a couple of tears from escaping, and he brushes them off, sniffing. “It’s okay, though. You should talk to the person you like.” He starts to back away, back hitting the wall behind him.

“Wish I were Heather, wish I were Heather…”

“Bobby, you should’ve told me—” Pat starts, grabbing the shorter of the two and wraps his arms around Bobby. “I was trying to figure out how to tell you that I liked you.”

  Bobby’s confused. Patrick likes him? “Wait what?” Bobby smartly asks. Patrick breathes in, and exhales before responding. Bobby supposes he’s thinking about what to say. 

“I like you too. I’ve been hanging out with Sandy to get advice on how to tell you. I–we—eventually decided I should do it tonight, at prom.” Bobby doesn’t realize how tightly he’s holding onto Patrick, he’s too focused on listening to what’s being said.

He breathes in, and is surrounded by the scent of Patrick, Hot Topic’s Sugar Cookie scent. Bobby knows Pat would never admit to shopping there, so around the holidays, when they release the scent, Bobby buys a ton for Pat just in case he should run out. “I would never just stop hanging out with you.”

“Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty…”

“Sorry,” Bobby mutters, knowing Pat will hear it. “I should’ve asked if everything was alright instead of assuming and hiding. Especially since we've been best friends since birth." 

                  Patrick shakes his head, and after a minute, both feel as though the hug has branched into the awkward category. 

     Bobby decides it's probably rude to not say hi to Patrick's mom, and when he brings that up to Pat, his best friend (who likes him back?) offers an arm with a goofy grin. Bobby takes this in stride, placing his hand on the inside of Patrick's elbow, trying to match with an equally enthusiastic grin. The pair set off towards the table Mrs. Starr is sitting at, finding Sandy chatting with her. 

     "Hey Mrs. Starr! Hey-a Sandy." Bobby leans down to hug Patrick's mother. 

     "Bobby and I were gonna dance." He tugs Bobby over to the floor, and Bobby waves at the two, sending a smile their way. 

     "Pat, I can't dance." Bobby mutters, but he wraps his arms around Patrick's neck anyways. In return, the taller of the two places his hands at Bobby's waist, tentatively, as though not sure whether Bobby was fine with it. 

     The contact sent a shiver down Bobby's back, stepping closer to Patrick. "Sure you can, anyone can dance, really." Patrick snorts softly, and Bobby elects to leave the matter, leaning his head on Pat's shoulder. 

   "You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester..."

     "So," Pat begins saying something, and Bobby peacefully listens. "Would you like to go with me tomorrow and get ice cream in the park?” Bobby leans away, playfully grinning at Pat. 

“Is that a date?” Bobby laughs a little, knowing the answer already. Pat punches Bobby lightly on the shoulder. 

“You know it is.” Bobby can’t resist leaning up on his toes and placing a chaste kiss on Patrick’s cheek. When he pulls back, he’s delighted to see the faint pink blush on his companion’s cheek. 

And if anyone were to ask him, he definitely did not squeal when Patrick picked him up and spun him around. 

“But you like her better, wish I were…”

#patbob #spongerick #spongebob #patrick #sandy #mr krabs #squidward #spongebob the musical

[monstaxdirtywonk]

Love Syndrome

Member : Wonho X reader

Genre : Fuff, some angst, some smut

Synopsis : A girl obsessed with Neurology takes an experiment on dating Hoseok, who has no idea this is a joke to her. Her experiment will turn against her when she’ll actually start falling in love...

 You weren't like the other girls. Maybe this will turn out to be one of those memes online but no, you truly meant it. As a kid, you despised dolls and castles, pink and unicorns. You showed a great interest in mechanics, cars (mostly destroying them and notice their parts), puzzles and balls. Truth be told, you were proud of yourself and how independent you grew to be. Your friends were crying every once in a while for that hottie blondie who broke up with them, while you did your best at comforting them. Relationships were an unnecessary drama, one you did not want to take part in. You’re fine the way you are! An academic career is in front of you, traveling the world and finally, being what you always wanted...a woman of logic, of sense, of credibility. No drama, no annoying clingy boyfriends, no crying sessions. No. No. No. You know what's best in life and that’s what’s your way. 

Your friend Val was over for support. There’s been a month since she broke up with the ex and still can’t let go. After hours of fake sentimentalism, you’ve had enough.

“You know what...I’ve got the perfect solution for you.”

Val raised her teary eyes and looked curiously to your side.

“You can get a dog! Yes that’s perfect, I should’ve thought about it sooner,

“okay thank you for trying to make me laugh but it’s not helping.”

“This isn’t a joke. it’s a real solution and a much more practical one than me just telling you sweet nonsense of ‘comfort’. Dogs, when in contact with humans, release a chemical in our brain called oxytocin, just like when you are with your partner. Instead of having the side effects and ups and downs of a relationship, a dog is much more devoted and drama free. Boom, you’ve got double win.”

“I swear sometimes I feel like you’re Sheldon from Big Bang theory in a female form.”

“Thank you for that compliment but I am not as good as the flawless mastermind Sheldon himself is.”

“You know what, Ima leave before we fight, the least thing I’m looking for is this.”

“Okay fine but think about it.”

You said as you made your way to the door along her. Val grinned and left without a second word. I mean you were right, even you thought of adopting a cute poodle. It’s much better than ‘adopting’ a boyfriend. Plus dogs are always happy when they see you. Maybe a dog is a good idea.

You checked the watch and it hit you.

“Damn, I’m late!” you exclaimed and took your purse heading out of the door.

----

‘When in love, you experience a rush of hormones to the brain — including oxytocin, the “love hormone,” the “pleasure hormone” dopamine, and sex hormones like estrogen and testosterone. ‘

You aren’t the type to believe in coincidences but if they exist, this can’t be one. Out of all those subjects, did they have to talk about love’s effect on the brain today? Unbelievable. But interesting at the same time, no wonder everyone’s so invested in this called ‘dating culture’.  

“Y/N, we’ll be in the cafeteria downstairs. Don’t be too late.”

“I won’t I promise.”

The proffessor looked at you intensely. You noticed and moved your head upwards.

“Actually I’ll close the class! Sorry about that but I have my lunch break.”

“Ah totally. I’m so sorry Mr.Jones for ‘eating your time away’” You laughed at your own pun and he did too.  

You slow-run to the exit and the moment you reached the door, you collided with someone and your books fell to the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry I can’t believe I’m so careless at times.” his voice, a sweet sound contrary to his muscular physique.

“No, it’s my mistake actually. I wasn’t looking straight, per usual.” he laughed and colected your books.

“I mean, you didn’t have to.”

“It’s the least I can do for bumbing into you like that. My Hulk self should be a little more careful since I might knock out someone.”

You laughed genuinely after a long time. He noiticed and smiled in satisfaction.

“So, you’re studying Neurology?”

“Ugh? Ah yes I do! It’s very interesting. Some might find it boring but it’s so exciting to learn about the wonder our body, our mind is.”

He was staring at you in awe. Probably thinking of you as a terrible nerd. Judging by his looks, he seemed the gym guy, totally off your valley.

‘I’m sorry. It gets boring for some.”

“No. Not at all. I admire those that are so passionate with what they’re doing. I would just like to add something more to your sentence.”

“...and what’s that?”

“the wonder our body, mind and soul is.”

Normally you’d think of it as lame. Actually it was cheesy but he is a pleasant surprise. It was unfair to judge him based on his looks after all.

“I guess.” you answered semi-sure.

“Now you might excuse me but I gotta go. It was nice talking to you.”

“Bye” you waved cringing at the silly child-like act.

----

The library was surprisingly empty for a uni with so many students. You took advantage and went there to study further for your upcoming exams. Suddenly a voice interrupted your train of thought and you were this close to cursing.

“Hey!” someone shout out in excitment, earning himself agressive shhs from the few students sitting there. He murmured a sorry and came your way. It was the guy that bumbed into you a couple of days before.  

“Hey” you answered as quietely as possible.

“So..” he said obviously nervous by his hand movements and red tint on his cheeks.

“I forgot to tell you my name and that was rude, wasn’t it?”

You didn’t answer because it wasn’t rude.

“I’m Hoseok.” he extended his arm for a hand shake.

You felt his pulse rising to dangerous vibrations. He was nervous for sure. Maybe you’re reading into it too much...

“Nice to meet you Hoseok, I’m Y/N.”

“You know I feel sorry to interrupt you but I’d like to offer you a drink, as a way to apologize.”

“You don’t have to! It wasn’t anything disastrous.”

“Is that a no?” he asked with puppy eyes, eager for an answer. You didn’t want to let him down, plus he seemed like a nice guy.

“You know what, let’s go but I’ll pay for my drink.”

“I insist.” you smiled at his stubborness.  

----

“So..” Hoseok said while stirring his coffee.  

“yees..” you answered looking back at him with curious eyes.

“I was thinking...if you’d like us to grab a snack/drink from time to time.”

You nodded hapily. You wanted a new friend especially when it’s someone as good and funny as Hoseok.

“Ah yes totally! I’d love to be your friend. You’re so funny and all!.” you replied and touch his arm playfully.

Hoseok sighed and his face seemed a bit dissapointed.

“Oh so you view me as a friend?”

“Yes...isn’t that what you wanted too?”

He moved closer and took your hand in his. It was a brave move and even tho his eyes were uncertain, his body language said otherwise.

“I mean, actually dating. You and me, more than friends.” he said and left your hand, letting you to decide on your own.

This came out of nowhere. You weren’t expecting this to be said so fast but here he is, right in front of you, asking. Hoseok had every charateristic a girl would want. Funny,smart and what seems like high levels of testosterone judging by his muscular body and prominant jawline. But, you didn’t know if this was enough. Relationships aren’t for you and you don’t  want to take time off your studies. You don’t even have feelings for him in the first place. You don’t have feelings for anyone, they are pointless attempts of nature to make you birth offsprings and save the specie from dissapearing.  

He studied your face for any expression that might suggest your answer but there was none. You were lost in those rapid thoughts and didn’t know what to do. When you finally came out of it and saw his pleading expression you shouted out

“YES” you bought your hand in front of your lips to shush yourself.

Hoseok smiled the brighest and most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. His eyes were sparkling in hapiness and felt relieved to hear you, his cheeks rosy again. His beauty made you forget, the horror you just said. Did you just said...yes? How can you do such a thing? You don’t even have feelings for him. 

You sighed and he noticed.

“Don’t feel pressured. We will take things as slowly as you want them to be.”

Little did he know that wasn’t it.  

“Ah thank you Hoseok for being so understanding. Now I gotta go because … I gotta go. See you later.”

“Talk to you later” he said

“Oh and I forgot, can I have your phone you know...”

Typical couple things  

«Yes» you said and wrote your number down.

----

“What do I do when we walk side by side?”

You asked Val while holding a notebook in your lap, making small marks to study later.

“Just be natural! Don’t study for a date too”

“How can I be natural? I’ve got no idea what’s up with all this dating thing you guys do like it’s breathing or something. I will watch Netflix series once you’ll leave, those stupid crybaby ones, to find out more.”

“Ugh, okay you hold his hand too? maybe?”

“hold..his..hand..too..” you repeated while writing it down. It’s not that hard after all, unless he takes things further which he said won’t be happening.

“Now you can leave or you can leave because I’ve got very important things to do.”

“Very important aka watching Netflix.”

“Exactly” you nodded while laughing.

“okay I’m not gonna stay any longer either you know...i’m prone to crying.”

“Yes I know plus your PMS makes things even worse, I mean it’s normal you know with all those chemical and hormonal imbal...”

the sudden sound caught you off guard, Val really didn’t seem like the type that wanted to learn. You sighed loudly and moved to the couch. You truly made a mess. You didn’t want to hurt him with saying no, but if you say no now, it’ll hurt him even more. It’d be best if he didn’t have feelings but according to his body language and days he’s been exposed to your pherormones, he is in and deep. It might be beneficial tho, it’s not the most humanatarian idea but you can make the best out of a bad situation. Maybe, if you live through a relationship, you’ll be able to grasp why it means so much to others. An experiment.

It won’t hurt anyone, right?

#monsta x #monsta x imagine #wonho #hoseok #fluff #kpop fluff #kpop imagine

[horangihoshh]

I is for Invisible

ABC Challenge - Soongyu

"I just don't know what I can do anymore, Vernon. I swear he won't even look at me. I'm sure he doesn't even know I exist." Vernon looks at Mingyu, his best friend and roommate. They were living together ever since they started studying at the same university after finishing their high school degrees. Mingyu looked at his best friend and Vernon could see his frustration in is teary eyes. "Mingyu, for how long do like him now? Like, a year? And you didn't even try to talk to him. If he doesn't seem to notice you in the hallways, then just go to him and start a conversation or ask him out, otherwise you will never now what could have been." Mingyu shook his head. "How could I ever talk to him just like that?

 I mean, have you seen Soonyoung yet? I could never bring out a single sentence walking up to him just like that." Vernon was listening to Mingyu's complaints and frustration for so long now and was close to losing his patience with the boy. He saw him trying to get Soonyoung's attention so often, he felt so sad for his roommate who had this one-sided crush on Soonyoung. Everyone at the uni knows him, Soonyoung the quirky dance major, who doesn't seem to care about anyone except for his small group of friends. Ever since Vernon and Mingyu were starting to study, Vernon noticed that Mingyu was interested in him. Even though Mingyu was obvious in his actions, at least obvious enough for Vernon, he didn't tell his roommate until 3 months ago.

"Mingyu, you have been trying so hard to get Soonyoung's attention for so long now. Why are you doing all of that if you don't want to talk to him? You're just lying to yourself now because you are scared of his response. But no matter what happens, you should at least try. If you don't, you will never know what could have been. So, when we're walking past him in the hallway the next time, please just go to him and talk to him," Vernon said a little more rough than intended. Mingyu looked at him with his big puppy-like eyes. "You're right, Vernon."

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Mingyu tried to get some sleep, he was turning around for almost 3 hours now. He was so nervous, he promised Vernon he would go and talk to Soonyoung tomorrow, when they saw him in the hallway. He still wasn't sure what he wanted to say to him, he cant just go there and say Hi can he? Mingyu is a natural introvert and always shied away from talking to new people, especially those that he liked. But non of them were like Soonyoung, Mingyu just really liked him ever since he first saw him dancing on the sports ground nearby the university. Mingyu was meeting with some classmates to work on a project and have lunch together, while he saw Soonyoung close by practicing his dancing. During the project work, Mingyu was glancing over to him from time to time, Soonyoung was there for several hours, until it was almost dark and didn't make any breaks whatsoever. After they finished the project work, Mingyu and his classmates packed their things and slowly all went their own way. He then realised that he was deeply impressed by Soonyoung, his stamina and ambition. He looked so passionate and charming. In this moment, Mingyu started to like him.

But how could he say this to him? There was just no way he could tell him, it was too awkward. Breaking his head over and over this question, Mingyu eventually fell asleep.

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"Vernon, do you really think I should do this? What if he laughs about me?" It was the next morning and Mingyu and Vernon were walking towards the University building for their Statistics class. They had this class with different major students from the whole university, so they were expecting to see Soonyoung when leaving the lecture hall, like they do every week. "Mingyu now stop it okay? We talked about it yesterday already. You know what I think." Vernon walked too fast for Mingyu who was nervously staring at the ground. But he knew Vernon was right and decided it was time to make a move, he couldn't wait any longer.

During the lecture he was turning his head trying to see Soonyoung somewhere in the rows, but he just couldn't find him. He thought maybe he came late and was sitting in the back of the room. Out of nervousness, he couldn't focus on the lecture at all and just scribbled on his iPad. When the teacher finally ended the lecture, he and Vernon hurried outside to wait in front of the doors. They were both trying to find Soonyoung within the students, but they couldn't find him. After waiting for 15 minutes, until almost everyone left, Vernon decided to ask one of his classmates from another seminar, who was friends with Soonyoung. "I'm sorry Gyu, Soonyoung didn't come to the lecture today. Jun also doesn't know where he is, Soonyoung didn't text him this morning. Maybe we should just go to the cafeteria to have lunch now and you can tell him another time you see him."

But Soonyoung didn't come to any classes after this. Nobody knew where he went, he didn't attend the statistics lecture anymore nor his dance classes. Nobody but his close friends seemed to know what happened to him, and they didn't tell anyone. Mingyu continued to search for Soonyoung in the hallways, the cafeteria or on the sports ground, but he was nowhere to be seen, and Mingyu didn't get a chance to tell him about his feelings after getting the courage to do so.

#soongyu #mingyu #soonyoung #hoshi #seventeenship

[leah-halliwell92]

Sex, Love & Rock ‘n’ Roll

Request by @ohmybribri​: So you and Brian are FWB and you hook up after a concert in the bathroom. He pins you up against the wall, lifts your skirt and had his way with you... 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Another day, another concert. That’s how it had been since you’d joined the boys on the second leg of there American tour. According to Freddie, Brian had been a bit of a pain since leaving home because all he would talk about was you. You doubted that very much laughing off as he walked you to the cab he came in to pick you up. 

You expected for the rest of the boys to be there but was reassured by Fred that they were at the hotel catching up on much needed sleep. That and trying to keep Brian busy considering you are his birthday surprise from Fred, and the boys, to him. 

“I swear on my mum (Y/N) he’s been driving all of us mad!” Fred said being as physically emphatic as he could in the cramped space of the cab stating that, “He really needs to shut up about his girl if he’s so set on not telling her his feelings.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes at that and focused on the speeding scenery. There’s no way Brian sees you that way...they way you see him. 

You met Brian at Uni he needed a hand understanding Shakespeare. You were working on getting your major in child psychology and a double minor in art and English lit. Through Brian you met the rest of the band and was soon part of their rag-tag family which suited you just fine, more than fine even. You and Brian made great friends and soon found the effort they needed to put into just getting laid to be too great to spend outside of studying and raising a band in Brian’s case. This led to Roger jokingly/drunkenly suggesting you and Bri should, ‘fuck for the sake of fucking’.

At first you’d laughed it off but then found that it wasn’t such a bad idea. You’d been surprised to find Brian at your dorm door giving your silent self-agreement to the friends with benefits idea a try and the rest as they say is history. 

That had been close to three years, give or take, ago. The agreement had just been for sex, we could if we liked date or go on dates and at first it worked great on both sides. He seemed more confident in himself if still a little shy but better at talking to other ladies. You hadn’t realized you’d fallen for him until you saw him at the school’s cafeteria talking to Laura Clark. Your ex-best friend who thought she deserved the world on a gold and pearl studded platter. 

You’d brushed it off at first but that night when he came to you the sex didn't feel like sex per say. It was sex but it felt different...

He was gentler when he caressed you and nibbled at your neck. He’d take his time getting you to completion and sometimes would forgo finishing himself in exchange for giving you pleasure when he knew you’d had a trying day. 

And in turn, you stopped leaving at the crack of dawn. Some of your things made their way into his room, your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom and you’d often wake up to find him somehow tucked under your chin his hair effectively waking you up. That morning had been the morning you realized how good you’d be as a couple. That was the morning you also realized he couldn’t feel the same way...

“We’re here!” You heard Freddie say. 

You smiled at him and nearly choked on spit when you saw Prenter standing outside what you thought is the boys’ room smoking. You didn't like him one bit and Freddie knew that. You were more than a little close to asking Miami if you could take Paul’s place as the band’s PA just to get rid of the leech. 

Anyway...You nodded politely at the Irishman and let Fred walk you into the first of the shared double-rooms to find Deaky downing what looked like crap hotel coffee. 

His tired eyes sparkled and you soon found yourself enveloped in the bassist’s arms. 

“Finally,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again knowing where that was coming from and dove into your bag pulling out a gift meant for him from Veronica. 

Deaky resembled a puppy at the sight of the parcel and went to open it in an out fo the way corner of the room.

It was no surprise to find Roger face down on the bed passed out as you thought with a laugh, ‘play my little drummer boy play.’

You shook your head and went into the room Deaky nodded at you leaving Freddie with him. 

You couldn’t help the fond smile that graced your face at the sight of Brian face down and sprawled all over his bed hugging the second pillow to himself. You put your stuff down and stripped down to your light tank and underwear before closing the door. The boys had seen you in your undies before so you weren’t bothered to be seen by them, they’re brothers after all.

That done, you went to the empty side of the bed. You noticed it’s the side you normally slept on back home and grinned tenderly before you began the process sliding under the blanket and trade places with the pillow. You must have been more tired than you thought as the familiarity and warmth of Brian’s arms surrounded you when he subconsciously sought out the now present source of warmth. 

You threw your leg over his thin hips pulling his body close to yours and placing his head under your chin. You hummed and fell asleep quickly as your body and mind recognized that they were finally home. 

You came to to the feeling of gentle calloused fingers caressing your cheek. You kept your eyes closed as Brian ran his fingers over you tenderly before slipping them under the waistband of your underwear. 

You moaned at the feel of his middle finger drawing circles around then over your clit. 

“Good evening (Y/N),” he said as he repeated the hand movement over and over until you gasped and moaned as your completion washed over you. 

Brian looked pleased with himself at having made you cum so quickly but that changed into something softer as he gazed at you as you caught your breath. 

‘To hell with it,’ you thought throwing in the towel, ‘If this is as close as I’m going to get so be it.’

You snuggled into him humming happily and said, “Happy Birthday Bri.”

You felt more than heard him chuckle.

“What?” You asked when you pulled away to look up at him. 

“Thanks dear but that wasn’t the birthday present I was expecting,” he said with a shrug, “Don’t get me wrong, having you here is an amazing unexpected surprise.”

You were about to kick him off the bed in anger when he continued, “There’s this one thing I’ve always wanted to do...”

You listened to what he wanted his present to be and nearly jumped out of bed in glee, tonight’s concert was going to be good.

That night you stood back stage singing along with everyone else as they played. You cheered extra loud when Brian did his solos loving every time he did his thing with his Red Special. For a moment you forgot you were just friends who fucked and let the thought of being his run through your head. 

You cried when they performed “Love of my Life” and applauded when they song ended. 

“He’ll find someone better you know,” you heard Paul say as he took a drag from his cigarette. 

You ignored him focusing on the boys. 

“You're just his friend,” he pressed, “What will you do when he falls for someone? Someone better than a nobody from his hometown.”

That hit you hard, he was right after all but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

You saw him smirk as he saw your face fall. 

You stood straight as a smirk appeared on your face. 

“What’s with the smile?” He asks a bit taken aback with the sudden change of emotion. 

“Fred and I talked on our way to the hotel today,” you said, unbeknownst to you and Paul the concert had finished and the boys were there looking as well as listening to what you were saying, “He said he wants me to the band’s personal assistant.”

He scoffed taking a nervously long drag from his cigarette, “Meaning?”

You smirked and said, “Your fired.”

He coughed at that and said, “You can’t do that!”

“Oh yes she can darling,” Freddie said surprising the both of you.

“Fred,” Paul began. 

“Goodbye Paul,” he said and made his way to the nearest telephone to call Miami and inform him of the sudden change. 

You’d seen the looks of relief and happiness on Roger and Deaky’s faces but before you could say anything else Brian was dragging you away from back stage giving the nearest roady his guitar before pulling you into the nearest empty bathroom and locking the door before laying a hard kiss on your lips. 

Brian reached down and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist lifting your skirt up as he continued on kissing you. 

You gasped and moaned as he ran his tongue over hour bottom lip asking for permission. You gladly opened your mouth to him and moaned at the sudden chill that met your crotch as he tore away your underwear. 

He pulled away to work his pants open. 

“Brian–” you began but was interrupted as a moan broke out of you when he entered you. 

The air was filled with moans and grunts as you shifted your hips meeting his pace with every thrust. 

You were close now, so close to cumming when you said, “I love you...make me yours.”

Brian’s eyes lit up at this and he stilled.

“You mean it?” He asked eyes alight with wonder.

“Yes,” you say taking a leap of faith, “I love you Brian Harold May.”

He smiled and his kiss went from hurried and hungry to love filled and tender. 

“Happy birthday to me indeed,” he said with a smirk and made to finish when you heard banging at the door.

“Get a move on lovebirds we want to go eat and sleep!” Roger yelled. 

“Bugger off!” Brian yelled before reluctantly helping you down. 

“Should do as he says,” you say as you fix your skirt, “he won’t leave us alone otherwise.”

He nodded looking every bit a lost puppy. 

“I can warn Deaky and Fred to be out for bit,” you say with a playful smirk. 

Brian pulled you into a loving embrace and kiss suddenly eager to be back at the hotel to finish what was started. 

#brian may #brian may request #brian may imagine #brian may x reader #70s brian may