#this rush week is torture :: college
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Strawberry Soju
🎶 I don’t need another shot of you, but I got to, my strawberry soju 🎶
Pairing: Eren x f!reader
Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre: college au, enemies-to-lovers
Word Count: ~7.0k
cw: asshole!Eren, fratboy!Eren, subby!Eren, blowjob, cunnilingus, face riding, multiple orgasms, cowgirl, unprotected sex, alcohol, language.
Summary: Two weeks before graduation, you are finally done with your senior project. This calls for a celebration with your team, including the person who annoys you the most: Eren Jaeger. The two of you learn to put your differences aside for one night, starting with a bottle of strawberry soju.
Notes: All characters are seniors in college (21-22 years old), engineering majors. Eren is a frat boy, so some details from my series Rush will be used, but no correlation to that story. Inspired by the song “Strawberry Soju”, which I’ve been obsessed with for the past two weeks. I had a lot of fun with this, so I hope you enjoy! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated, thank you so much!
“And now, we are proud to present the winner of this year’s Senior Project Showcase: Team Titan! For their omni-directional mobility gear, designed for construction workers in the field to ensure safety whilst elevated hundreds of feet in the air! Bravo, Team Titan! Bravo!”
Professor Pyxis’s announcement leaves you and your group flabbergasted. Sasha and Connie both have their jaws dropped. Eren, who sits beside you, throws his fist in the air, exclaiming, “Oh hell yeah!” You stay in your seat, in total shock.
Pyxis stares fondly at the four of you, beckoning you towards the stage in the main engineering lecture hall. “Don’t be shy, my young engineers, come here to accept your award!” Hesitantly, you all make your way behind the podium, a polite round of applause from the other students and faculty echoing throughout the room.
Nearly an entire semester of work has led to this. Five months of grueling research, scrambling to acquire the right materials, complicated design issues that made you want to scream. Not to mention five months spent collaborating with the bane of your existence: Eren Jaeger. The award for first place barely makes up for a semester’s worth of torture; nonetheless, it’s still a pretty trophy.
It was fate that brought the four of you together back in January, the same fate that has spited you for whatever reason, forcing you to work alongside Eren, the most obnoxious, cocky, annoying person you have ever met in your short twenty-two years of living. While you had no issues with Connie or Sasha, you and Eren did not mesh. It’s been apparent since the beginning of the semester when you were chosen to be the team leader. He scoffed, claimed that he “would be a better choice, but whatever.” Your relationship with him was doomed from that day on.
What’s odd is that he isn’t an asshole to the entire group; his less than pleasant behavior seems to be reserved for you, and only you. He gets on perfectly fine with Sasha and Connie, who have basically played mediator for you two, keeping as much of the peace as possible whenever an argument ensues. He usually instigates it, always making an unnecessary comment to get under your skin. At this point, you’re convinced he’s doing it on purpose just to get a rise out of you, because how can one human be this irritating?!
Despite all the petty drama, you have to admit that he’s smart. Not only that, but he also works hard and gets shit done, no matter how much grief he gives you about it. And, if you squint hard enough, he maybe is, almost, sort of…hot. Strictly speaking from an objective standpoint, that is. Based on media-driven beauty standards and common qualities that are considered conventionally attractive by society. Of course, you will never, ever admit this aloud, especially not to him. You’re convinced that if he ever finds out, his massive head will explode, already overinflated from his gigantic ego.
Your team crowds Pyxis, who happily hands you the trophy first. Eren, no surprise, snatches it from your clutches to hold it himself, kissing it and lifting it above him like he won a major league championship. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, trying to maintain professionalism in front of the watching staff.
“Will your team leader give a few words about the project?” Pyxis asks, gaze on you, motioning to the stand.
You tense up, usually nervous about public speaking. Clearing your throat, you lean into the mic. “Uh, thank you Professor Pyxis and the rest of the faculty for selecting our project. This has been a labor of love for the past five months and we are honored to have it recognized. We hope that this prototype and any of the research associated with it will help improve labor conditions for those working in construction, risking their lives every day.”
You glance at Connie and Sasha to see if they’d like to add anything else. Connie adds, “Special shoutout to grad students Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, and Hange Zoe for helping us out a ton with our project, from offering advice to testing it out. We love you!”
“And thank you Paradise Pizzeria and Café Utopia for fueling many late nighters throughout this whole semester! You rock!” Sasha exclaims, resulting in laughter from the audience.
Eren grabs the mic from the stand, yelling, “This is dedicated to my fraternity brothers, for providing moral support during these trying times! Alpha Tau for life!” He holds the trophy in one hand, using the other to salute an inverted fist at his chest, sticking his tongue out.
This time, you don’t contain your eye roll as the crowd laughs even louder, clearly amused by it. He passes the microphone back to Pyxis. “Fantastic! I love the enthusiasm of this team. Let’s give them all another big round of applause!”
After the presentation is over, Pyxis instructs, “They’d like to take your picture next to the ODM gear. The photographers are taking some shots of the other projects, so feel free to take your time heading to the Rose Center.”
On the walk, Eren passes the trophy to Sasha. “What to hold it, Sash?”
“Sure! Still can’t believe we won!”
Connie puts his arm around her, staring at the prize. “I know it doesn’t really mean anything, but damn, is it nice to look at.”
Eren catches up to you, nudging you in the arm. “Would it have killed you to smile during your little speech?”
You shove your elbow into his ribs, a little harder than necessary. “I was smiling.”
“You call that a smile? You looked like you were in a hostage situation. Like, blink three times if they’re hurting you type of deal,” he teases, that cocky smirk plastered on his face.
“Like you were any better!” You stick your tongue out, mocking him. “Alpha Tau for life, bros!”
“I really meant it. I needed all the fucking help I could get, dealing with you this whole semester. If it weren’t for them, I would have gone fucking crazy because of you.”
“Oh right, because I’m the one driving you crazy, sure,” you respond, sarcastically.
“Hey, at least you’re admitting it! You’re finally making progress!” He claps in front of your face.
You shove him, glaring. “You are such a jerk.”
“Don’t be so sensitive, baby.”
“Oh, I am not your baby.”
Sasha jumps in between, yelling, “Enough! Both of you, stop it!!”
Connie joins in. “Yeah, we won today. Stop ruining the mood.”
Without you realizing it, the four of you have made it to the Rose Center, which is luckily vacant in the midst of your little spat with Eren. This is how your arguments usually go, all because of something petty that never leads anywhere. When the photographer arrives, they direct you to stand beside your project, already displayed in one of the glass windows. They take a couple of shots, then it’s over. Just like that, your senior project is officially done. There’s a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. All that’s left to do is to graduate.
The sun is setting by the time the photoshoot is finished. The four of you exit the building, Sasha immediately announcing, “I’m hungry! Let’s get dinner one last time as a team!”
“I’m down for that. Any ideas where to go?”
“Paradise Pizza?”
“No, we’ve had that way too many times this year. Let’s go somewhere special tonight.”
“There’s that all-you-can-eat Korean barbecue place downtown,” you suggest. “It’s only fifteen minutes away if we take the train.”
“Ooohh, I like the sound of that!”
“I’m down. Eren?”
He shrugs, hands in his pockets. That too-cool-to-care attitude apparent in his body language. “If that’s what everyone else wants, then I guess it’s fine.” If it had been either Sasha or Connie to suggest it, you know for a fact that he would have a more positive response. Because it’s you, he has to act like he’s being forced into it, reluctant to concede with absolutely everything you propose.
You go your separate ways to change out of professional attire and into more comfortable clothes, agreeing to meet outside Eren’s in an hour. His apartment is closest to the train station, making it the most convenient. By 7:00PM, you’re inside the restaurant, seated at a table, grill fired up as you browse through the menu. Sasha, the ultimate foodie of the group, orders the first round of meats. You pick the drinks.
“Two bottles of strawberry soju, please!” you tell the waiter.
“Oh, I love soju!” Sasha squeals.
You smile at her. “Me too. This flavor’s my favorite.”
Eren, who is somehow seated next to you, grunts. “Strawberry? Of course you’d pick some girly shit like that.”
“Hey man, don’t knock it till you try it,” Connie says. “This shit gets you fucked up fast. Trust me. I’ve gotten soju drunk before, and it’s awesome.”
He rolls his eyes in response. “Yeah, that’s because of all the extra fucking sugar, I bet. Sounds gross.”
The waiter arrives with the alcohol and four glasses, along with waters to share. You do the honors and pour everyone, except Eren, a shot. “I’m guessing you don’t want any of this gross soju, then?”
He snatches the shot glass, thrusting it towards you. “I didn’t say that. Just pour me some.”
With glasses filled to the brim, you all cheers, then throw it back. The familiar flavor is refreshing and sweet on your tongue, smooth down your throat.
“Shit, that’s good!” Connie raves.
“Strawberry might be my new favorite flavor! It’s so yummy!”
You face Eren, grinning. “Well?”
He shrugs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s alright.”
“Don’t lie to me. You like it, don’t you?” you tease, nudging him in the arm.
“I said it’s fine, okay?”
You stop pestering him, satisfied knowing that maybe you were finally right about something when it comes to him.
Soon, a plethora of tasty side dishes are scattered on the table. Rice, kimchi, fresh lettuce, potato salad, two helpings of steamed eggs to share. Three heaping plates of meat follow. Sasha begins barbequing, laying out portions of beef bulgogi on the hot grill as the rest of you watch hungrily, the steam and aroma surrounding you like a cozy embrace. Once it’s cooked, you help yourselves, stuffing your faces with perfectly grilled meat and whatever else you desire. Several bites in, you all decide to do another round of shots, first bottle almost finished.
“Good idea to do KBBQ tonight!” Sasha mentions. “I haven’t had it in a while. I forgot how much I love it.”
Connie chimes in, “Same! Which side dish is everyone’s favorite?”
Sasha immediately points to the potato salad. “Is there any doubt that mine would be this?”
“Of course we all know that potato girl. I like kimchi. What’s yours?”
You pick out your favorite. “This one, for sure.”
Eren makes an unapproving noise. “Of course you’d pick that. So basic.”
To keep the peace, especially on this night of celebration, you ignore the temptation to reply with an equally sassy comment. Instead, you ask, “Well, what’s your favorite, Eren?”
“The steamed egg. It’s delicious and packs an extra serving of protein.” He flexes his bicep with a smug expression. “Not that I really need it.”
Connie and Sasha laugh, while you take a deep breath, using every ounce of willpower to keep your cool. You crack open the bottle, downing the remaining alcohol to help you get through the rest of the night.
“What’s everyone’s plans after graduation?” Connie asks.
Sasha answers first. “I’ll be working with my dad for our family business.”
“I’m sure Artur will appreciate all the new, high-tech engineering skills you have! If I’m still unemployed in two months, can you please hire me?”
“Of course!”
“What about you, Eren?”
“I got an offer in Marley,” he reveals. “It’s a pretty good gig, but I don’t know about moving overseas. I got another in Stohess to work for their weapons warehouse, so maybe I’ll accept that instead.”
“I’ve never been overseas,” you comment. “Sounds interesting if you do decide to go.”
“Well, you’re wrong. It doesn’t sound interesting at all.”
Even your attempt at being polite is met with malice. “You always argue with me for the sake of arguing.”
He turns to face you, brows furrowed. “No I don’t!”
“You’re literally doing it right now! I was just trying to be nice.”
“Well, try harder,” he grumbles, picking meat off the grill.
“My god, you two are exhausting!” Sasha intervenes.
Connie nods. “Seriously, don’t you get tired of fighting all the time?”
“Honestly, you two should do it and get it over with.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Eren leers at Sasha through the smoke.
“I’m saying get all your anger out by fucking each other. Hate sex is the best medicine for situations like this,” she explains, matter of fact.
“No fucking way,” Eren says. “It’s not like that.”
“Definitely not,” you reiterate, cheeks warm. You pour yourself another shot, already on the second bottle, not offering a serving to anyone else. Desperate for liquor with the direction this conversation is going.
“Wow, you two actually agree on something for once!” Connie teases. “See? Isn’t this nice?”
The duo giggle together, finding enjoyment from your current state of misery. Eren clears his throat, muttering something unintelligible. He reaches for the soju in front of you, avoiding your gaze as he tips it into his empty shot glass, instantly downing it. Before the silence gets awkward, you change the subject, mentioning some idle gossip you heard around the engineering department, to which Connie and Sasha have plenty to contribute to.
An hour later, the four of you manage to finish most of the food, only a few pieces of charred meat left over. Sasha and Connie rub their stomachs, satisfied by the feast. You and Eren end up finishing the last bottle between the two of you. Since the comment from earlier, neither of you have spoken directly, avoiding each other.
Connie slumps into the chair, patting his belly. “Let’s play a game while we digest! Truth or eat. If you don’t answer, you have to eat these burnt pieces of bulgogi.”
Eren laughs. “That sounds fun. I’m down.” He looks to you, brow raised, challenging. “You in, princess?”
You bite your cheek, holding in the clever retort at his annoying nickname for you, also relieved he’s back to normal. “Sure, why not?”
“I’ll go first,” Sasha volunteers, sitting up in her seat. “Eren, who’s the freakiest brother in Alpha Tau?”
Without hesitating, he states, “Armin, for sure.”
“Armin?! Really?”
“Yup. He’s one kinky motherfucker,” he grins. He turns to face you. “Why do you hate me so much?”
“You want the whole essay, or an abridged version?” you reply, smirking as you sip on your water.
Sasha giggles while Connie mutters under his breath, “Oh boy.”
Eren doesn’t let up. “Give me one reason.”
Contemplating which of the many grievances you should expose about him, you finally decide on one. “You always disagree with me, no matter what. Whether it’s something about the project, or something as simple as a side dish preference.”
“We already know that, though. What else?”
“Hey, you wanted one reason, and I gave it to you.” You think for a few seconds, adding, “And to be fair, hate is a strong word. I don’t hate you.”
It’s true. While he annoys you beyond your wit’s end, you don’t hate him. He’s a quarter of the reason you all achieved what you did. You focus back on the table, avoiding Eren’s expression. “Connie, have you two ever hooked up?” you question, pointing at the duo.
“Gross! No!”
“Absolutely not. We’re practically twins. That’d be illegal.”
“Yup. We’re basically two halves of a whole idiot.”
You laugh with them, taking another sip of water as Connie poses a question to Eren. “Why do you give her such a hard time?” he asks, referring to you.
“Here we go,” you mumble, ready for an onslaught of ridiculous reasons.
It’s silent for a few moments, then he takes his chopsticks, grabbing at the charred meat on the grill, placing it into his mouth to eat quietly.
“What?!” Sasha yells. “You’re not going to tell us?”
Connie smirks. “Must be pretty bad, then.”
You watch him slowly chew the burnt food, a small smile on his face. As if there’s a secret he’s keeping from everybody else at the table. Why would he refuse to answer the question that he basically asked you? Is his hatred for you that intense that he chooses not to say it, to save you from humiliation? What could you have possibly done to him to warrant this kind of treatment? Maybe it’s the liquor leading you to jump to conclusions, to be slightly offended by his choice. Maybe even a little hurt.
When he’s done, he chugs his whole water. “Alright, my turn again.”
“Wait, really?”
“We’re just going to pretend that didn’t happen?”
“Yup,” he responds, nonchalant.
“Why?”
“Hey, I ate that shit, right? Let it go,” he states, more aggressively this time.
You remain silent, mind racing with all types of ideas. You pay no more attention to the game, contemplating all the possible reasons Eren Jaeger would hate you so much. To be fair, he’s the one who starts it first. All you do is defend yourself. Why would he have any bigger reason to dislike you more than you dislike him?
Connie yells out your name, breaking you out of your reverie. “Hey, are you in?”
“Huh?”
“Karaoke! There’s a bar down the street.”
After paying the check, split evenly, the four of you head to the karaoke bar, booking a private room for an hour. You all sing your hearts out while sobering up from whatever buzz you developed from the soju. Any strange concerns you had about Eren evaporate. The two of you even seem to get along, performing a few duets together.
On the train ride back near campus, the four of you share more laughs, enjoying possibly the last time you’ll be together. With everyone graduating and off to their own paths, it’s hard to tell when, or if, you’ll ever see each other again.
From the station, you start you trek home, pausing outside Eren’s apartment to chat a bit more, until Sasha says, “I guess this is goodbye!”
“Yeah, thanks for all your hard work. This was really fun,” Connie adds, smiling.
“We should all try to keep in touch.”
Eren hugs Connie, then Sasha. The two of you look at each other, contemplating if you should embrace also. Suddenly, you blurt out, “Actually, can I use your bathroom? I have to pee.”
You really do have to pee, but surely, you could have made it the extra ten minutes to your own apartment to do so, right? For some reason, your mind convinces you to stay with him just a little longer. There’s a pending task you have to complete before you part ways for good. You hope for closure, to end things on a good note.
You, Connie, and Sasha exchange hugs, leaving with a final wave, disappearing into the distance. Despite the pleasant warmth of the summer night, there’s a noticeable chill in the air. Not from the weather, rather, from the growing tension surrounding you and Eren. His voice is quiet when he says, “Alright, I guess we can head in now.”
You nod, following him through the entrance. At the elevator, he swipes a keycard, pushing the button to go up to the third floor. The doors open and you step in, still not speaking a word. Arriving at his door, he unlocks it, holding it for you.
“Bathroom is down to the right,” he points, removing his shoes at the entrance.
You copy him, sliding out of your sneakers. “Okay cool. Thank you.”
Once you find the bathroom, you swiftly close the door, fully aware that you are inside Eren Jaeger’s apartment. Naturally, curiosity gets the best of you. With a quick glance around the room, you can tell he’s tidy. Towels hung properly, actual floor mats on the tiles, toilet seat down. Is he anticipating a visit from a friend? Maybe a lover? You can’t help letting your imagination run wild.
Finished with your business, you walk out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the couch, television playing a show you’re familiar with. “Have you seen this episode yet? The new season just started,” you mention, stepping towards him.
He stands up, turning to face you. “I haven’t. Was planning to watch it tonight.”
“Cool,” is all you manage to utter.
There’s another moment of awkward silence until he asks, “You want to watch it with me?”
Without thinking, you agree.
The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, watching in silence. About halfway through, with a soft chuckle, he admits, “That strawberry soju wasn’t bad. Actually, it was pretty good.”
This catches you off guard. You look at him, grinning. “Wow. It took you this long to finally come clean about it.”
“Better late than never, right?” He keeps his eyes forward, smirking.
You adjust, completely facing him. “Since you’re being honest about that, can you tell me why you didn’t answer Connie’s question?”
He plays dumb. “What question?”
“Why do you give me such a hard time?”
He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You’re still thinking about that?”
“Yeah, I am,” you confess. “Seems a little odd to me that wouldn’t just say it.”
Finally, he matches you, repositioning himself to set his gaze on yours. “Why do you care so much?”
“I’m curious. Since we’ll be graduating soon, we’ll probably never see each other again. I figured we should put everything out there. Get some closure. Make amends.”
He scoffs. “I wasn’t aware there were any amends to make.”
You’re getting annoyed now, impatient with his round-about comments. “Seriously? You think our relationship is normal?”
“I don’t think we have a relationship at all.”
You stand up, regretting being here in the first place. He’s the same asshole he’s always been. What we’re you expecting? Why would he be any different tonight?
“Fine. Forget it. What a waste of time. Good job on the project, and I hope you have a great life.” You stomp towards the exit, not bothering to look at him.
Suddenly, his hand shoots out, gripping you loosely around the wrist. “Wait. Don’t go.”
You glare at him, eyes narrowed in frustration, skin tingly from the physical contact. Waiting for him to elaborate.
“I’m sorry, okay?” he stammers. “I’m not…I can’t really…” he trails off, not finishing his sentences.
When he doesn’t proceed, you ask, “Why do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then why do you treat me this way? Why me?”
He swallows hard, the truth difficult for him to spit out. “It’s dumb.”
“I don’t care. Just tell me.”
He lets out a sigh, averting his gaze to the floor. “It’s because I like you, okay?”
It takes a moment for you to process what he’s saying. Eventually, you stammer, “You like me?”
“Yeah, I like you,” he reiterates, still staring at his own feet. “You’re cute. You’re the smartest person I know. And you’re also a fucking pain in my ass. But I like you.”
That last part would normally have you on the verge of swinging; however, it’s almost endearing the way he says it. Your sudden change in heart has you questioning if you’re drunk from the liquor you consumed hours ago. “Why would you treat me like this if you like me?”
Another deep sigh as he explains, “I don’t know. Because I’m a fucking idiot and I’m immature. I told you, it’s dumb.”
“It’s not dumb. I just…I didn’t expect this.”
More silence falls between you two. You look down at his big hand still holding you, racing heartbeat reverberating through your chest. You’re not sure how to react. So, you go with your instinct.
You kiss him.
~~~
Eren doesn’t know why he started it months ago at the beginning of the semester. If he’s being completely honest, he’s got the body of Greek god, the intelligence of a genius, and the maturity, or in this case, immaturity, of a fifth grader. That being said, whatever it is that he has going with her, he’s decided to classify it as a schoolboy crush. Like a kid on the playground picking on another kid, doing everything they can to garner all their attention, no matter how annoying it is.
It began with snide remarks here and there, nothing ever too cruel to be considered bullying, but enough to make her bite back. He’s not sure why he kept it up so long, especially after realizing he actually likes her. In his mind, negative attention is better than no attention at all. He can’t be normal around her; being a nuisance is what he’s comfortable with.
Another reason is that he’s intimidated by her. She could see right through his cocky demeanor. Break him down into the vulnerable little shit he really is. The grief he caused her is some bizarre defense mechanism, a way to deny his true feelings for her. All to protect himself and his heart.
He was supposed to go to a frat party tonight after hanging out with the team. Instead, he finds himself alone with her in his apartment, everything revealed, his confession hanging heavy in the air.
Even more unexpected is her leaning forward to kiss him, lips soft and gentle against his. Hesitant and uncertain. Sweet and tangy from the lingering essence of the strawberry soju from earlier. Before he gets carried away, he pulls off, whispering, “Are you sure about this?”
“No,” she admits. “But I can’t deny that I’m curious.”
“We shouldn’t do this then. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Just…shut up and let me check something.”
He obeys, closing his eyes, waiting for her move. She kisses him again, more confidentially this time, hand sliding to his nape to pull him closer.
“Fuck, are you sure this is okay?” he breathes out, slowly losing his composure.
She nods, smiling. “Yes.”
“You’re positive?”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely certain?”
“If you ask me one more time, you’re really going to piss me off,” she warns, grazing her mouth along his neck, sucking at the skin of his throat.
He nods erratically. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Fuck.”
She pushes him back towards the couch, falling into the cushions. He watches in awe as she strips her sweatpants, revealing pink lacey panties. She sits in his lap, legs spread wide with him between, clothed pussy against his pulsating cock. His hands are to his sides, clenched to the cushion of the couch. With her lips brushing his ear, she whispers, “You can touch me if you want.”
His cock twitches, erection growing by the second as she straddles him. Carefully, he slides his palms around her waist, moaning a trembling, “Thank you.” Hands at her bottom, he squeezes her ass cheeks in a firm grasp, fingers slipping underneath the fabric, dangerously close to her arousal.
Without thinking, he blurts out, “Use me. Do what you want with me. You’re the leader.”
There’s a wicked smile on her face as soon as he says it. “Eren Jaeger is going to let me use him?”
All pride is thrown out the window. He doesn’t care anymore about giving into weakness. With graduation only two weeks away, and no promise of ever seeing each other again, he decides fuck it. He’s going to do whatever he can to fulfill this fantasy of his. And if that means submitting to her, begging and groveling at her feet, he’ll fucking do it.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Use me as your fuck toy. I’ll do whatever you want. Just fucking use me.”
“Didn’t think Alpha Tau’s frat star would behave like this,” she murmurs, sucking on his ear lobe.
“Does it turn you on?”
“Maybe.”
“Good. Fucking wreck me apart then. Don’t hold back,” he demands. There’s already precum leaking from his tip, soaking through the cotton of his briefs. “Consider it payback for this semester.”
She responds by grinding her hips on his lap. He’s desperate to feel her without fabric separating them, but he knows what he agreed to. He can’t do anything without her permission, without her initiating. She rides him for another minute, his palms on her ass, following her motions. His cock throbs beneath her, aching for release from the confines of his pants. There’s an audible whine developing in his throat, needy for anything.
On cue, she swings her leg over to kneel beside him, tugging at the waistband of his sweats and underwear. He lifts his hips as she slides them off simultaneously, freeing his stiff cock. He watches her marvel at his erection, noticing desire in her eyes. Before he knows it, she’s bent towards his lap, mouth hovering his dick, licking at the slit.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Goddamn.”
She continues to tease him, leaving the shaft untouched, tongue swirling the tip, lapping at his precum.
“Fuck, please. Touch me,” he begs, legs quivering from arousal.
Without warning, she wraps her fist around him, surrounding the tip with her mouth, bobbing up and down in sync with her strokes. She starts slow, increasing the pace with each guttural moan that emits within his chest. The temptation to buck his hips into her warm, wet heat is tantalizing, but he reminds himself that she’s in control, which only turns him on more.
She uses her other hand to fondle his balls, causing him to swear loudly. “Fuck!”
He feels the vibration of her giggle through his cock, clearly enjoying the way she’s unravelling him, his orgasm approaching fast. “Can I please come?”
She shakes her head, still working his dick.
“Fuck. I can’t…I can’t hold it.”
She releases him from her mouth, stroking him, face close to his. “You think you deserve to come now?”
He nods eagerly. “Yes.”
“Apologize first.”
“Huh?”
“Apologize. Admit that you’re a fucking asshole.” She nibbles on his ear lobe, dragging it down between her lips, still jerking him off.
“I’m sorry. I’m a,” he chokes on his spit before he can finish. “Fucking asshole.”
“Tell me your desperate for it. That you need it.”
“Fuck, I’m so fucking desperate, I fucking need it. Please.”
“Good,” she whispers, pumping him faster. She kisses him on the lips, grip tight around him as his cock swells, hanging by a thread at the edge of his climax. “Go ahead. Come for me, Eren.”
At the sound of his name on her sultry lips, he does, hot cum shooting straight onto his t-shirt. “Fuck!” he yells, eyes shut tight, riding out one of the best orgasms of his life. She strokes him until his balls are completely drained. Finally, he opens his eyes to inspect the scene, shocked by the mess painted across the bottom of his shirt, spilling onto his abdomen.
“Holy shit,” he mutters, smiling at her.
She grins back at him. “Not bad, right?”
“Not bad at all. Really fucking good, actually.” He kisses her, fingers drifting down to her arousal, rubbing the fabric against her clit. “Come here. Let me eat this pretty pussy out. Please. I want it so bad.”
“Since you said it so nicely, I guess I can let you have a taste.”
~~~
You stand up, leaving room for him to lay down on the couch. He doesn’t need to be told. He expects you to ride that pretty face of his. When he’s flat on his back, shirt stripped off and completely naked, he turns to watch you slip out of your panties.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he praises, reaching down to rub his balls. “I think about this a lot, you know.”
You toss your underwear to the floor, watching him play with himself, removing your remaining clothes. “What do you think about?”
“This. You, naked in my apartment. Riding my face till you come. Fucking your wet pussy right after.”
“I guess tonight’s your lucky night,” you tease, lifting your knee across him, straddling his face.
“Yes, it is,” he replies, licking his lips, eyes wide with lust at your pussy above him, already wet with arousal. He cranes his neck upwards, tongue out, desperate for a taste.
“Not yet.” You lift up enough so he’s out of reach. “Watch me play with myself first.”
“Fuck,” he swears, salivating.
You wet your middle finger with your slick, rubbing circles around your clit. He watches in a daze, biting his lower lip, brows knit together in concentration, focused on you pleasuring yourself right above him. He squirms beneath you, thrusting his hips into the air, in an effort to feel anything. “Get it fucking juicy for me, baby. I want to fucking drown in it.”
The little nicknames you’ve grown accustomed to hating has a very different ring to it now. For the first time all semester, you don’t mind it. You actually like it. With your free hand, you run your fingers through his hair, redirecting his gaze on yours. “That’s right. I’m your baby. And what are you?”
He swallows hard. “I…I don’t know.”
“You’re my fuck toy.”
“Fuck yeah. I’m your fuck toy, baby. I’m your fuck toy. Use me, please.”
With your grip firm on his hair, you sink lower, your pussy pressed to his open mouth. He licks your clit, swiping his wide tongue over it, moving side to side. You moan at the glorious sensation, rocking your hips across his face to feel more. He latches onto your swollen bud, humming in pleasure as he suckles on it. His hips rut into nothing again, arms at his sides, clutching hard at the cushions, letting you be in total control. This power he gives you turns you on more than you imagined. Maybe because all semester, he always acted as if he had the upper hand. Knowing how desperate he is to be beneath you, to please you beyond any other desire he has, it only spurs you on.
You grind yourself on his face, the squelching noises indicating how sloppy he’s eating you out and how wet you’re becoming because of it. He’s relentless, alternating between licking, slurping, and sucking at your clit. You blissfully indulge in it until you climax on his tongue, bud over-stimulated, pussy soaked with his spit and your slick.
“Fuck,” he muffles, slurping the cum from your sleek entrance. Legs wobbly from your orgasm, you lift off him, shifting to reposition yourself comfortably on top. His cock is hard beneath you, sticky with his cum from earlier. Through shiny lips, he whines, “I’m so fucking hard again. Fuck me. Fuck me with that wet pussy.”
Reaching behind you, you align him with your slit, sinking down on his shaft. He lets out a gasp, “I’m so fucking sensitive, fuck.” Concerned, you attempt to lift off, but he shakes his head fervently. “Don’t. Please baby. Fuck me till I come. I need it. I need it.”
You ride him, bouncing your ass on his lap, thrusting his cock deep inside you. He moans loudly, babbling filthy words from his needy mouth.
Use this cock, baby. Fuck me like a toy.
Make yourself come on this dick.
It’s all fucking yours. Take it, baby. Take it.
I’m all yours. I’m all yours.
You moan with him, another climax approaching. Grabbing his wrist, you guide him to your clit. He caresses your puffy bud with his fingers. “I’m going to come,” you whimper.
“Can I come with you, princess? Please, can I come inside you?”
You nod wordlessly, pumping him in and out of you faster as he rubs your clit relentlessly, determined to make you orgasm. When you cry out in ecstasy, he joins you. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming, baby.”
For the second time tonight, both of you come, this time together. He spills inside you, filling your cunt with his warm, creamy load as you coat his dick with yours. Your body is spent from the euphoria, throat dry from whining in pleasure, and your curiosity satiated. It’s a lie to say you’ve never imagined being fucked silly by Eren. No matter how much he annoyed you, irritated you, aggravated you, there were moments this semester when you thought about it. How good it would feel to ride him, fuck him dumb until he’s begging for release.
“I’m exhausted,” he giggles, limp on the couch, softening cock still inside you, wrapping you in a snug embrace.
“Me too.” You settle into his arms, relaxed and comfortable against his chest.
“Thank you,” he mutters, caressing your back tenderly. “Thank you.” He doesn’t elaborate, repeating it a few more times as he nuzzles his nose into the top of your head.
You cuddle together in a comfortable silence. “Sleep here tonight. I have an extra toothbrush and you can wear my clothes.”
Accepting his offer, the two of you start tidying, picking up strewn wardrobe from the floor, wiping away the sticky aftermath of sex. You hop in the shower, rinsing your bodies clean, exchanging passionate kisses while the water splashes you. After you dry off and brush your teeth, you change into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers he lends you, jumping into the bed beside him. He smiles at you. “You look good in my clothes.”
You give him a smooch, getting yourself cozy under the covers. He spoons you, arm sliding over your waist, interlacing his fingers with yours. His breath is pleasantly warm on your neck. “I know we’re probably past this already, but I want to formally apologize. It wasn’t right the way I treated you, and I’m sorry. Genuinely.”
“Apology accepted,” you respond, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry too. For saying anything that hurt you out of anger.”
“You don’t have to be. I deserved it.”
“Still, I’m sorry. And no one deserves that.”
“All is forgiven then.” He chuckles softly. “For two smart people, we sure are dumb.”
You laugh with him. “If only we were a tad bit smarter, we could have started this months ago.”
“Yeah," he says, nestling his face against your neck. "You’re right.”
Nothing else is said as the two of you drift into sleep. It’s nice, having closure on a previously volatile relationship. However, something else lingers after tonight. Another door opens, leading to the unknown. He confessed his true feelings for you. You didn’t have time to process it, too focused on settling your truce through sex. While there’s no doubt that you find him physically attractive, can you really move on from the past and give him a chance?
~~~
The words are on the tip of his tongue, and he decides to keep it that way, not wanting to disrupt this moment of peace. Not wanting to complicate it any further. He knows that this is the beginning and the end of whatever this fling is. She hasn’t reciprocated his feelings and he won’t pressure her to, not tonight. Maybe not ever. No matter how badly he wishes to see her again, keep in touch, make it official, he won’t ask that of her. At the end of the day, it’s his own fault for waiting too long, for being too late. Time has run out, and now he’s paying the price.
They stay in each other’s arms, Eren listening closely to the sound of her steady breathing. Cherishing how her fingers fit seamlessly in his, the small smile on her lips as she drifts into a tranquil slumber, the warmth and weight of her body against his.
The next morning, he wakes up, alone. If not for the stack of clothes he let her borrow folded neatly at the end of the bed, he would have thought last night’s events were all a dream. He vaguely recalls her waking up beside him, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, sneaking out on her tippy toes at the crack of dawn. Still, he searches the apartment, calling out her name to no response.
Throughout the week, he’s constantly on the verge of texting her. He never goes through with it, though, scared to be rejected. Afraid of having the final memory of her be one of heartbreak.
As a last-ditch effort, he devises a plan. Eren hosts a party at his place to celebrate the upcoming graduation. He invites the Alpha Tau brothers, plus some sorority girls for good measure. However, his main objective is to invite her. He ends up sending a group text to his senior project team, casually informing them of his little gathering. Sasha and Connie both reply, announcing their attendance, but she doesn’t.
At the party, he tries not to think about her, distracting himself by socializing with the crowds of people already filling his apartment. When Connie and Sasha arrive together, he decides to try one more time before he consumes his sorrows away. After exchanging polite greetings with them, he asks, “Have you guys heard anything from her?”
“Nope. I don’t think she even texted back, right?”
Eren’s ready to reach for the closest container of booze he can find. The duo walks past him to enjoy the party while he remains standing, watching the door for another minute. Just as he’s about to turn his heel, he sees it open slowly.
She walks in, her favorite drink in hand, a happy expression on her face as soon as she spots him. In the background, someone yells out, “Eren! Tequila shots?”
Waving the familiar bottle at him, she smiles.
“Nah,” Eren responds, gazing at her with a grin. “I’m sticking with strawberry soju from now on.”
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MISSED YOU
written based off of the pictures above and my chronic need to be choked
seungmin x afab!reader
cw: smut w an attempted plot MDNI, established relationship, choking, reader is touch starved kinda robbed yall (lowkey lost motivation to write this one), unprotected piv (stay safe out there) dry humping for like two sentences, crying over being aforementioned touch starved + over writing an essay, shitty grammar (as per usual), no aftercare but it’s implied.
wc: 1k words
A.N- the longest one i’ve written on this account !! feel free to give feedback. muah <3
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“Fuck,” you groan and drop your head onto the table. You’ve been trying (and failing) to write an essay for 3 days now and the deadline is 2 days away. You’ve made zero progress due to just being stressed. Part of the stress is from not being able to even touch your boyfriend, Seungmin. He’s been on tour and it’s quite literal torture to you since your love language is physical contact.
Yes you’re able to have to an occasional Facetime where you both pleasure yourselves in front of the other but of course it’s not the same. You miss waking up on top of his chest as it rises slowly. You miss the way he smells.
And god do you miss his dick. The thought makes you feel so shitty but it’s the truth. You miss his deep groans and the way he sounds when he’s pushing you towards your orgasm.
You miss his tongue and the amount of skill he has when he’s going down on you.
And his long, slender fingers curling up in your pussy to hit your sweet spot.
Instinctively you rub your thighs together, arousal beginning to soak your panties. You swallow audibly and close your eyes.
“Fuck this,” you mumble as you shut your laptop and softly pad into your bedroom before slipping into one of Seungmin’s hoodies and crawling into bed.
You lay there for a few moments just staring at the ceiling as tears trickle down your cheeks. You feel pathetic for crying over something as miniscule as this. Though it doesn’t feel very minuscule to you.
~
You wake up to the feeling of someone stroking your hair, startling you a bit. You look up to see Seungmin beaming down at you.
“Hi, sleeping beauty. Did you mi-“ you cut him off by throwing your arms around him and immediately reveling in his scent. You inhale deeply as you relax into his arms.
“You’re actually here. I- I thought you still had another week.” you mumble into the crook of his neck. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist.
“Yeah that was my fault, I got the dates wrong.” you pull back slowly as you’re suddenly very aware of the wetness that is still sticking to your bare thighs. Seungmin’s eyes flicker from your lips to your chest as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. You clear your throat awkwardly and pull away from him completely.
“I’m gonna go get some water,” you move to stand up but are immediately dragged back down into Seungmin’s lap.
“I’m not stupid, bubs,” he mumbles into your ear as he trails his fingers over your slick thighs. “My precious baby, ready for me as soon as I get home.” Seungmin chuckles and presses a kiss in your hair.
You cringe and rest your forehead on his shoulder in an attempt to cover your scarlet face. “I-I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about you and I’m stressed about college. But I followed the rules and didn’t touch myself without your permission.” you rush through your words, leaving you out of breath.
Seungmin’s hand creeps up your back underneath his hoodie. “Let me help you.” you whimper softly in return.
He smiles down at you as he removes his hand from your back and gently grinds your hips against his. You let out a surprised groan and throw your head back on his shoulder.
“Relax, let me take care of you baby.” he rolls your hips over his bulge again. He inhales deeply and tilts your head up to kiss him. He lets out a groan as he tastes you on his tongue.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream about the feeling of your curves under his palms the entire time he was away. He couldn’t look at a picture of you without getting hard. So as he pushes you back on the bed and removes your top, he plays out everything he fantasized about for a month.
Seungmin dipped down to kiss you once he undressed you and himself. While you were distracted he pushed two fingers grinning as you moan into his mouth.
“You make the most lovely sounds bubs, wonder how long it’ll take for me to make you lose your voice.”
“Why don’t you try and find out?” you say through broken gasps. Seungmin retracts his fingers from your core and swirls his tongue around them.
“You think I should? Can you handle it?” he asks seriously. No matter how dominant he gets he always makes sure that you are comfortable with whatever he’s going to do. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.
“Please, baby,” you grab his right hand and kiss his palm before looking up at him. “I want this-“ you guide his hand slowly towards your neck “-here.”
“You’re absolutely positive?” you nod in agreement and watch as your boyfriends eyes darken and fill with pure, unadulterated lust. He tightens his grip slightly and kisses you sloppily. It’s so chaotic and has absolutely no rhythm whatsoever, but that only makes it better.
At this point Seungmin’s dick is so hard that it hurts. He hasn’t been able to get off well in an ungodly amount of time.
You notice the distressed expression on his face as he pulls away and grab his cock, his hand still wrapped around your neck.
You stroke him a few times before he grabs your wrist with his free hand and pushes it away. Lining his tip up with your entrance, he lets out a small breath before sliding into you gently, the large amount of arousal dripping down your thighs producing lewd noises that echo through the room.
“Ah, fuck,” you stumble. Seungmin pushes into you completely. You bite your lip to stifle the loud moans you know are trying to escape.
“Do you like to have the ability to walk? Open that pretty little mouth and let me hear you.”
You continue to stay silent, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of pleasure that you’re experiencing. This only eggs Seungmin on. He applies more pressure against your neck and thrusts into you harder, trying to get any and every sound out of you.
“I can do this all night, y/n. Judging by the way you already looked fucked out, I’m guessing you can’t, so I suggest you start listening to me.”
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Summer Camp, Football
I was so excited for science camp, it would be my last year as I would start college in the fall. The camp was huge and divided into four major sections; Arts, Sports, Science, and Space with Sports taking up most of the land. The different parts of the camp didn't mingle too much but every Fourth of July there was a gigantic celebration.
It was great seeing old friends and getting to bunk in one of the smaller Sci cabins. My best friend Jeff was assigned with me and we went over the catalog to see what classes there were for the seniors.
In the distance we could hear the rowdy football jocks. It was a trade off, the smaller more private cabins were on the outer perimeter close to the sports section, specifically the footballers. Jeff and I just ignored them while we made our schedules for the following 8 weeks. I started to unpack my huge suitcase into the dresser beside my bed, in the second drawer was a small football key chain with the camp logo emblazoned on it. I picked it up and got a slight static shock, I showed it to Jeff and he thought that some meathead must have forgotten it. We both laughed and well both got slightly turned on at the thought of one of those jocks sleeping in our beds.
The day went by quickly and soon we had our introduction dinner and met everyone in Sci. Soon though I was in bed, tired but excited for tomorrow.
Tomorrow came to early, I awoke at 4:19 am with tons of energy! It was like lightning had struck, i bounced out of bed and began to quietly pace hoping not to disturb Jeff. I decided to go outside where I heard grunting in the distance. I followed the sounds to a flat track woven in-between some cabins where some big jocks were doing an early morning run. One of them saw me and motioned to me, for some reason i went closer. This guy was stunning, he was shirtless and showing off his rock hard body. I felt my penis begin to tent as i drew close, He asked why I was here and I made up some story that my dad always takes me on early jogs and if i could join them. He looked me over and then said that any bro is welcome to join.
I got back around 6:30 my body sore but energized. Jeff was still softly snoring on his side of the cabin. I quickly went to the bathroom and took a shower. Jeff was just getting out of bed when I re-entered the bedroom, he rushed past me into the vacant bathroom, while he was getting ready I still was overcome with energy. I went to a spot on the wood floor and proceeded to do some pushups until I heard the shower turn off.
The next week flew by as I developed a new morning routine. Every morning I'd be up at 4am and jogging with Seth and his bros. They were all really welcoming, and I was having a great time just not thinking. Heck, Jeff even commented one day that I was looking healthier. It felt weird to keep this from my best friend but I know he wouldn't understand. Even though the guys here were awesome, Jeff had been bullied practically his entire life back home.
Afternoons soon became torture as my Sci projects were becoming harder to focus on. My body was brimming with energy and I couldn't wait for the two hours of free time before dinner. Jeff and I used to sit and watch the hunky Jocks play their different sports during the afternoon breaks but now I had the urge to join them. I feel bad for ditching Jeff but now I get in the water and go for a swim or grab some boots and go on a short hike.
Its been almost four weeks since camp started and I haven't felt this good in years. Every morning I get up and run with my bro Seth and the gang, then go and work out at the sports camp gym. By the time I get back to the cabin to shower and change Jeff is already gone. I feel bad for the little bro, he's obviously gay and a guy with my bod can't be easy to room with. It still kinda sucks that I'm in a Sci cabin but at least I'm not far from the rest of the footballers. After morning PT I go to strategy sessions and game history. Then the afternoon is spent playing touch footie with the guys.
The Fourth of July was a blast. All the different sports teams came together and we had scrimmages all day. The Sci Nerds showed off some dope looking robots and the Space Dweebs launched rockets. Later on the Theater Dorks put on a talent show, then came a cookout dinner BBQ. Lastly came the fireworks. As the sky was bombarded by the light, I noticed Jeff off by himself. Not wanting anyone to be alone I picked up my things and moved closer to him. Sitting next to him it was hard not to notice just how much smaller my cabin bro was.
At first he tried to ignore me, but fuck i am not someone who is ignored easily. I scooted my perfect ass up beside him and he told me to go away. I just sat there letting him get used to my presence, I felt an odd need to be protective of the little guy. I heard a sigh and then in a whisper Jeff asked if I knew how perfect I was.
Well duh, I am tall proportionally muscular and let's face it, any guy would be lucky to have a piece of me. Something awoke inside me, feelings that I knew were there but didn't want to admit. I was Mr. Popular, big man on campus, life of the party, but somewhere in the last month I had devolved a crush on this lonely nerd.
It was after midnight when Jeff and I got back to the cabin. I woke up with the little nerd spooning against my bod. Fuck it felt good having him next to me, my morning wood pressed against his back. Jeff woke up slowly and I felt the goosebumps as he realized his situation. His head tilted up and he looked into my eyes, I took the chance and kissed him gently..... which quickly turned into a passionate make out session... which....well, let's say the little nerd is one of the best cocksuckers ever. The moment I erupted into his mouth a slight bit of static electricity passed from me into him.
From then on we became inseparable. Jeff joined me for morning PT and came to support the team in our mock tournament with our sister campgrounds, while I tried my best to support his Sci shit. By the time we left, Jeff had put on some decent size and was getting along with all my bros on the team.
Epilogue:
Two men stand in the tiny cabin, marveling at how they'd spent so much time in such a cramped space. The taller man had just finished his second season in the NFL while his shorter husband had become the CEO of his own successful startup. The men stood there, reminiscing on how they met the summer before college and how they couldn't imagine life without each other. Jeff gave his husband's hand a squeeze before the two of them started their summers as owners of this special place.
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Heart to Heart
super thanks to @lilmaymayy for all the help 🤍
ONE. TWO. THREE.
warnings: mentions of death, car accident, hospitalization, and surgery.
wc: 2.8k
Y/N L/N had it all. A perfect life, a loving family, friends, you name it.
She's a beautiful woman with a heart and soul to match it. But, she's dying.
Her heart, it's killing her. She has everything, except a heart donor. Her heart has a hole, and it's keeping her from living her life.
“M-Mom..I-I can't breathe, it hurts...” Then everything faded to black.
Y/N woke up in a room with clean white walls, crisp white bed sheets and the sickening smell of disinfectant. The only thing she could hear was the silent beeping of the monitor, she was in the hospital—again.
Y/N closed her eyes shut, she didn't want to be in this place. She had already spent all her life in hospitals, she didn't want to die in one. Then, she heard hushed voices—one of which was her mother.
“Doc, is my daughter okay? Will she be okay?” her mom asked, her voice shaky.
“I'm sorry, Mrs. L/N.”
“H-how long?”
“Six months—a year, if we're lucky.”
Y/N's mom let out a shaky exhale, “Is...is there any other way?”
“The only way your daughter can survive is a heart transplant. Your daughter's condition is very critical, and there may be some complications if the transplant isn't done as soon as possible. That six months? It could be possible that she'd die today, tomorrow, next week, next month. Anything can happen, and if I were you I'd find a donor as soon as possible.” Then the doctor left, leaving Y/N's mom to break down silently.
“M-Mom?” Y/N asked in a hoarse dry voice.
Her mom turned around, and forced a smile—her cheeks were stained with fresh tears and her eyes were red and puffy—probably from being sleep deprived.
“Mom, am I going to die?” Y/N whispered, her voice breaking. Her mom quickly rushed to her side, hugging her tight.
“Mom, I'm- I don't wanna die! I can't die! I want to chase my dreams, Mom! I want to live-”
“It's going to be alright, sweetheart. I won't let you die, I won't.”
Y/N felt the whole world crumble. She was too young to die. She was barely even in her early twenties—she was only twenty three—and already spent her life in hospitals. She wasn't even finished with college, all she wanted to do ever since she was a little girl was to be a lawyer, and now with her declining condition it would be a miracle to reach 24. She isn't supposed to die, she was supposed to live her dreams—not be stuck in a hospital room or six feet under ground.
It has been two weeks since Y/N's diagnosis. And still, she had no donor. It was honestly nerve wracking—simply knowing that your days are limited, Y/N had no idea if she'd be alive the next day or even the next hour. It was torture, her heart and chest aching every minute of day. She couldn't get out of her bed—or even eat for that matter.
Y/N L/N had a lot of things on her list she wanted to do. She had dreams, big fucking dreams. Y/N dreamt of becoming one of the most prestigious lawyers the world has ever seen. She was a bright kid growing up—she always had good grades and usually never let her illness get the best of her, but when it did she made sure to still make an effort to complete each and every homework assignment. And now because of her illness, she'd lose all of the good things in her life. There were so many things Y/N still wanted to do, and one of them was falling in love.
Y/N sighed, she was tired of her life being a complete opposite of what she wanted. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and scrolled through her tiktok, hoping for a bit of good news around the world—like world peace or maybe mother earth is healing.
“Timothée Chalamet's girlfriend, dead on the spot in a car crash!”
“Poor guy.” Y/N muttered as she read the comments on the video. Why was life that cruel? Sure, Y/N didn't know the guy, but based on the comments he loved his girlfriend.
“Y/N, darling! It's time for dinner! You still need to take your medicine!” Y/N's mom called from downstairs. Y/N slowly stood up, her vision was suddenly blurry—her chest tightened and her heart felt like it was stabbed—this wasn't like any episode she ever had. She fell to the floor with a loud thud, her eyes fighting to stay open.
The last thing Y/N heard was her mom screaming for help before everything went pitch black.
Timothée woke up with a terrible feeling, like something had happened—or something bad was going to happen. He had just gotten home from Paris fashion week and he was still jet lagged. Timothée brushed the feeling off, yawning as he got up from his bed, walking to his bathroom to get ready for the day—even if he had nothing to do.
Suddenly his phone rang, it was Zendaya.
“What's up, Z?“ Timothée asked, his voice still groggy.
“Are you okay? Fuck, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, Tim. Condolence-” Timothée's eyes widened, “What the hell are you talking about, Z?”
“Oh shit, you don't know yet?”
“What do I don't know, Zendaya? You're scaring me.”
“I'm so sorry, Tim. Check the news.” Timothée quickly ended the call. He opened every social media account that he had, until he found the news.
“Timothée Chalamet's girlfriend, dead on the spot in a car crash!”
Timothée felt his whole world shatter. He felt numb as tears prickled against his eyes, beginning to stream down his face. Timothée called his girlfriend's best friend, frantically asking what hospital she was taken to. He grabbed his car keys and bolted out of his house. Timothée was shaking, he wanted to kill whoever crashed into his girlfriend's car. He drove as fast as he could, his vision was getting blurred by tears—but he didn't care. He needed to get to her. He needed to get to his Kaylee.
As soon as Timothée arrived at the hospital, he parked his car—not caring if it was too far from the entrance—and ran toward the hospital.
“Where's Kaylee Jenkins!?” Timothée practically screamed at the nurse on duty.
“Timothée.” He looked back and saw his and Kaylee's friends, Tom and Hannah.
“Where is she!?” Timothée roared, grabbing Tom's collar angrily.
“Calm down, Timothée!” Hannah snapped at him, pulling him off of Tom.
“How am I supposed to calm down!? My girlfriend is dead! The love of my fucking life is dead! Tell me where the fuck she is before I fucking lose it!”
“Timothée Hal!”
“Tell me!” Timothée yelled again.
Tom sighed, feeling hurt for his friend, “Take him to Kaylee. I'll wait for Zendaya and Kaylee's family.”
Hannah led Timothée to the morgue. As soon as she opened the door, Timothée saw her—the only body inside of the morgue—covered by a white sheet. He let out a shaky breath before he slowly lifted the cloth covering Kaylee's face.
His beautiful Kaylee, bruised and bloody.
“I'll leave you alone for a bit.” Hannah patted him on his shoulder, before walking out and giving him time with his beloved.
Timothée stared at Kaylee, the woman he loved for three years, the woman he wanted to marry—gone—taken away from him. He touched her lips that he always kissed, her nose that always scrunched when she got annoyed, and her once rosy cheeks that he loved to pinch. He kissed her forehead, for the last time.
“I love you, Kaylee.” Timothée whispered, tears streaming from his green eyes. “You're so unfair, Kaylee. You said that we'd be together forever, you said you'd never leave me, but you did. You promised we'd grow old together, that we'd build a life together....” Timothée sobbed, “I will never forget you, my love. I love you so fucking much, you're the only girl I will ever love like this.”
Y/N woke up back in the hospital. Her mother was smiling from ear to ear, “What happened, Mom?” Y/N asked.
“You fainted again. Don't worry, you're okay. You finally have a heart donor!” her mother smiled, “You're going to live!”
“Really?” Y/N almost squealed, “H-How? What happened?”
Y/N's mom softy smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead. “Sadly, another girl passed away, but her parents agreed to donate her heart for you. But you're going to live, sweetheart. You're going to live and be able to grow old.” she whispered.
“Thank you, Mom.”
Y/N finally felt hope for one, hope for her future, hope for her life. She finally had a chance to live, without worrying if one day her heart would just stop. It was a miracle—a chance to know how her life would turn out. A gift she'd be thankful for the rest of her life.
Y/N asked her mother who was her heart donor. Her mother said it was from a girl who died in a car accident. Y/N was first on the list of donees, and her mother had already talked to her donor's parents—they agreed, because somehow they could feel their daughter's presence even if she's gone, because I'd have her heart. Everything was ready, she would be operated on as soon as possible.
After the operation, Y/N woke up with her mother beside her.
“Mom?” Y/N croaked out.
“Y/N.” Her mother smiled at her, tears were forming in her mother's eyes.
“Why are you crying, mom?”
“I thought I'd lose you forever, Y/N/N.” her mother sniffled, “I'm so happy, darling. You're alive and well, what more can a mother ask for?”
After a week, Y/N finally went home. She'd continue her recovery at home, and day by day she was getting better.
Six months later.
“Y/N, darling? Go get ready, we're going somewhere.”
“Where are we going?” Y/N asked.
“The parents of the girl who donated your heart wants to meet you.”
“Oh, okay. I'll go get ready.” Y/N smiled at her mother before turning to get ready.
She was going to meet the parents of the person who gave her a chance to live again.
Y/N and her mother drove an hour and a half to a house in the Bronx. As soon as Y/N got out of the car, she saw a man with beautiful green eyes and chocolate brown curls looking at her. Her heart suddenly started pounding in her chest. The man gave her a small smile, before walking away. He looked miserable—like he hasn't slept in days—months even.
“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins.” Y/N's mother greeted an older couple—they were around their late forties.
“Oh nonsense! Call us Marian and Adam.” the woman—Marian—smiled warmly. “And you must be Y/N, right?” Y/N nodded, “Yes, ma'am.” Suddenly, both Marian and Adam hugged her tightly. Y/N stumbled back a bit, but she let them hug her. She assumed it felt comforting—maybe because they could hear their daughter's heart inside her.
“Sorry, I hope you don't mind,” the older woman apologised as she pulled away from Y/N, “It's just, it feels like I'm hugging Kaylee again and-”
“No worries Marian,” Y/N smiled, “You can hug me as long as you want. I may not be Kaylee, but I can be like a daughter to you.”
Marian started to sob, “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to me, to us.”
Then suddenly, the man who Y/N saw earlier came up to her and hugged her tight. She didn't know what was happening, the man was hugging her tight—tighter than what Marian and Adam did. But, Y/N didn't pull away. His hug felt like coming home. Y/N felt her heart beat rapidly, like banging drums.
After a few minutes—yes, minutes—the man pulled away from Y/N. The two locked eyes, and Y/N felt time stood still around her, like everything was a movie.
Marian and Adam led Y/N and her mother to their backyard. They talked for a bit—told her to take care of herself and always stay safe. Of course they'd say that, because their daughter's heart was inside her.
Y/N found out the name of the man who hugged her. He was Timothée Chalamet, Kaylee's boyfriend of three years. He's a famous actor, but Y/N didn't know him. How would she even know him? She spent all her life inside hospitals—she really didn't have the time to watch movies or Hollywood dramas.
“Hey, it's been great meeting you and, uh-this may be an awkward o-or forward question, but, uh-do you think I can get your number? I'd like to get to know you better.” Timothée asked, a hopeful look plastered on his face.
“Yeah sure, it's no problem.”
Ever since Y/N and Timothée exchanged numbers, they’ve been texting each other back and forth. It even became Y/N’s routine to start her day with sending him a “good morning” and ending it with a reply to Timothee’s “goodnight”.
Until one day Timothée texted her, asking if she'd like to go out with him.
Hey
What's up, Tim?
Do you have plans tomorrow night?
Uh, none that I could think of. Why?
Can I ask you out?
What?
On a date. Or maybe just hang out? I don't know, we can do whatever you want.
When Y/N read his offer to go on a date and she squealed into her pillow, kicking her feet up in the air at the excitement rumbling in her stomach. She knew it was wrong. He was-or is still grieving, he just lost his girlfriend of three years in an instant. But with his charming words, his sexy voice, mesmerizing green eyes, and his perfect face she couldn't help a slight crush forming. She was talking to a celebrity, and it felt like a dream—like something you'd see only in movies.
“Mom, Timothée just asked me out.”
“What? Really? Y/N, that's amazing! You're going on a date for the very first time!” her mom teased.
Y/N has never exactly been on a date before but this is how it would be like, right?
The next day, Y/N got ready for her date—or to hang out with Timothée, as a friend— or maybe something more? hopefully anyways. She was giddy, she was going on a date with a handsome guy who just so happened to be a famous actor. Who wouldn't be excited? Y/N wore a simple off-shoulder blue dress that flourished just above her knees and some white strappy wedge heels. Her hair was braided to the side with some simple lip gloss, foundation, and blush for makeup.
After waiting for what felt like hours, their doorbell rang. It's him, he's actually here, picking her up for an entire day together. When Y/N opened the door, she saw him wearing a white shirt under a leather jacket paired with denim jeans. His hair was perfectly messy—Y/N wanted to run her fingers through his curls so badly. Timothée Chalamet is undeniably handsome, as if he was carved by the gods.
“Y-you look beautiful, Y/N.”
“Thanks, you look good too.” Y/N chuckled nervously. Timothée led Y/N to his car and opened the door for her. Timothée took Y/N to one of his favourites. Buvette Gastrotheque—a small french café in West Village. The place was cosy, quaint, and there weren't a lot of people. Sitting down at a small table, Timothée ordered the COQ au Vin while Y/N got the Salade de Poulet. They paired it off with red wine, and chocolate mousse for dessert. As they waited for their food to arrive, Timothée and Y/N talked about life, interests, favourite foods, and surprisingly—they had a lot in common.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“I know we've only been talking for a month, but i need to tell you something.” Timothée grabbed her hand, intertwining it with his, “I'm….. well, uh- starting to see you a little differently.. You know? I just-” he sighs, “I feel something for you, Y/N. And I wanna know if you would ever feel the same way.”
Y/N felt the world around her stop, her eyes locking with his. Ever since he asked for her number she knew she was going to love him, but she didn't feel as happy as she thought she would be. Instead, she felt a pit slowly sinking to her stomach.
It was wrong.
Absolutely wrong.
It's been less than a year since Kaylee passed and he's already moving on, what if he doesn't actually like her but rather the heart she now wore. Y/N was speechless. She couldn't utter a word. She wanted to say she was slowly getting feelings for him too, but she knew she couldn’t.
“Timothée....”
“Y/N, please. Think about it. Give me an answer when you're ready. Just....please give me a chance.”
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Can’t stop thinking about…werewolf Steve.
Werewolf Steve loosely based off the beauty and the beast scene….this is thought because it’s very short. I may write a full fic someday. Not proofread.
Warnings! Violence! Some gore! Werewolves attack reader! Painful transformation! Injury! Minor hurt comfort!
Wandering around during a full moon wasn’t smart. You knew that but after getting into an argument with your ex werewolf boyfriend? You needed to blow off some steam. His fucking attitude was nauseating now that he was Alpha. Almost as bad as Steve Harrington who was your college notable asshole.
These werewolves used their abilities for stupid purposes and to blow off their girlfriends. You broke up with him last week after catching him literally in the act with an omega and if he didn’t have exceptionally strong flesh you would have hit him. But you didn’t want to break your hand.
Your best friend begged you to come to the costume party tonight and you wore a flirty ruffled dress with your hair covered in jeweled clips. You wanted the distraction of dancing, drinking and mentally escaping the everyday life stress. Not argue about how Gerard fucking another girl wasn’t cheating because he was drunk.
You wrapped your long jacket around your body as you squinted, trying to get a signal so you could call an Uber when you heard a growl behind you. Whipping around, you saw six sets of eyes glowing yellow in the dark. Werewolves.
It was a pack. Five of them had black fur but the Alpha was white. The different coat signifies the status of each wolf.
You were fucked.
You knew it was Gerard but you never imagined he would go this far.
Their maws snapped, you could see the glimmer of drool underneath the stars and you took a step back. Looking for any sort of weapon when you saw a large broken off branch. You sprinted towards it, locking your hands around the body as they swarmed you. Jaws snapping as they closed in, barricading you to a corner where no one would see you.
“Get away from me!” You screamed, swinging wildly. “GET BACK!” Gerard in his wolf form growled deeply, his hackles raising as his body preened in preparation.
You held the branch like a bat but you knew you were going to die or worse. Be tortured for hours.
“Little red?” You gasped and saw Steve Harrington on your left, he was holding a bouquet of roses with wide eyes. You had no idea where the fuck he came from but now you were both going to be killed.
“Run! Steve run!! GO!” You were screaming so loudly your lungs constricted but Steve collapsed onto all fours.
By the pained screams, you knew this transformation was new for him but you didn’t have time to think about it . Once they grew used to it, wolves usually kept their agony silent. A claw raked across your arm and you turned, yelling as Gerard loomed over you. Swinging, you managed to hit him across the jaw.
They all moved to jump on you when a roar stalled them. Steve, or what used to be Steve, lunged then all snapping, biting and tearing at them with his claws. Several of them were thrown as his maw latched around their neck as he threw them across the yard.
How this turned from a party to a fight was beyond you. But your ex boyfriend refused to go down easily as he sank his fangs deeply into Steve’s back. He let out a howl but he didn’t stop, before he planted his paws and roared so loudly you had to cover your ears.
They all finally stopped, their heads lowering. Steve’s dominating demeanor forced them to start walking away. King Steve came to your rescue. While carrying a bouquet of roses. This you never imagined happening. He was known to be an asshole. A player. But…maybe there was more.
As they all left, you turned. Ready to leave him. Your arm needed attending to when you heard a whine.
He collapsed on the ground. And you changed your mind quickly. Rushing over, you pulled off your jacket and covered his body. “Steve?” His yellow eyes stared at you, glazed but with recognition.
“You have to help me…you have to stand. I can help you.” You whispered. “I can find some way to get you home.”
You started to stroke his fur and he bumped your hand. Signaling you keep going and a small smile painted your face. Maybe there was something sweet. And almost kind to him. And you would have to find out something about those roses.
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warnings: not edited, kinda long, mentions of gym bros, bitchless behavior, drunk fighting, mentions of camp rock, cursing, prolly should’ve put that last before the other lmao, partying, suspicious tampering with drinks
tags: txtxreader (platonic), non-idol!au, college!au, txt, lag, tomorrowxtogether, lesserafim, hansohee, drabble fics!, bulletpoint fics!
notes: bro i’ve been sitting on this for a while, but since i got sick, i finally had the time to actually write this—not very drabble fic of me, but i hope yall enjoyed it :) feel free to send in asks/requests abt this au!!
⚤ masterlist
just how did this rag tag group get together?
tbh with yall
the losers club took a while to actually get established
like
we’re talkin the end of the winter semester babes
to be fair tho☝️🤓
each of you were either awkward, antisocial, or autistic
but you all came around eventually
through small and simple means, the hottest friend group came to be!!
yeonjun + taehyun:
met in calc 101 in the winter semester
taehyun needed the class for his major
but yeonjun accidentally stumbled in on the first day and felt too awkward to leave
he tried to play it cool like he totally belonged
but taehyun could tell right when he sat next to him and his gigantic water bottle and protein shake
it only sealed the deal when yeonjun asked to borrow a pencil
“thanks! oh wow…i don’t think i’ve seen a pencil like this”
“it’s a mechanical..?”
“aha, yeaaaaaah…”
they really looked like 🤨 and ✌🏽🤪✌🏽
the both of them simultaneously felt transported back to their high school days
with yeonjun’s jockiness and taehyun’s brutal deadpan
the two intimidated the HELL out of each other😭
they were extremely awkward despite trying to act like they weren’t they totally were
but that hour of calc was pure torture
yeonjun made sure to stay far away from the engineering building after that lmao
it was only when they accidentally ran into each other at the gym that they bonded
after yeonjun almost dropped the bar on himself and his initial spotter got distracted
he swore he was gonna quite literally off himself at that moment
yeonjun was surprised to see the small kid from calc save him from his death with only ONE arm
an arm that was as big as HIS HEAD?!?! :O
after that, the two saw each other very often and became the ultimate Gym Bros🔥💪🏽
which took a lot of emotional work on both ends after their traumatic high school days
but taehyun STANS yeonjun and his diligence to zumba!
while yeonjun admires taehyun’s pull game when they go to the club together!
they became an unlikely platonic match made in heaven :D
soobin + hueningkai:
this friendship was DESPERATE
to be fr
soobin was LONELY :(
he’d be starting his third year of college and had yet to find his forever-friends his therapist promised he’d make once he made it to college!!
it wasn’t until he met his double at the Video and Audio Enthusiasts club meeting
a club created solely to use the conputer and projector room from 5-6pm every thursday to watch jujutsu kaisen without the faculty knowing
soobin had been apart of the club since his sophomore year when it started, but there was only so much socializing he could do with the same three people who come
at least until a very green freshman!kai walked in!!
it was kai’s first semester and first week away from home
and boy was he nervous
his older sister who had just graduated from the same college forced him to sign up for clubs in order to make good friends
she held his precious molang plushie hostage until he came back with proof of signing up for at least one club :(
BUT HE WAS SO OVERWHELMED AT CLUB RUSH??
all these ppl pitching why their club was so great with their bright posters, over enthusiastic campaigners, and loud music blasting from portable speakers???
kai just wanted to go back to his room and down the tub of mint choco he left in his mini fridge
but alas
the things he does for molang !! >.<
he signed up for the audio and visual enthusiasts club solely bc there was only one person manning the table
and she was knocked out
so when he signed up, he skedaddled out of there with the intention of showing up to one meeting before staging a dramatic but undeniable leave of absence
for the rest of the year >:)
little did he know his first day would bring him an adorable, lanky man who would never leave him alone!!
fr tho
soobin saw this 6’0 child who gave off “i WILL bit you” vibes and said
“he’s mine”
and the rest was history tbh
you never really see one without the other with the way they leech on to each other
the two of them honestly are complete angels together
beomgyu + you:
now
YOU TWO
if soobin and kai are angels, yall are the goddamn devils💀
you guys actually met your freshman year
you shared a lot of the same generals, but didn’t interact that much
mainly bc beomgyu was typically either gaming or sleeping in
meanwhile you always showed up to class zooted
unlike your classes that focused on your major, your generals were classes you couldn’t care less about
and your grades sure did show for it😬
your parents and teachers were worried you were gonna flunk out after your first semester and lose your scholarship
it wasn’t until the two of you were thrown together for a group project that things changed
forced proximity trope🥵
but not for the reasons you’re thinking!!
instead of working together, pulling all nighters, and trauma bonding together
you guys were the only ones slacking during all of the group meetings
the both of you succeed in pissing the other members off as yall constantly showed up late, distracted each other with origami cranes/airplanes/SMASH, and once got the group kicked out of the library for trying to secretly smoke a bowl behind the stacks
but you blamed that on beomgyu and his weak lungs
safe to say, you and beomgyu did a great job of alienating yourselves from the other members in your group
(fun fact: soobin was one of them—he HATED yall)
but you two ultimately bonded after skipping one of the meetings when you bumped into each other on campus and decided to go to the arcade down the street instead LMAO
after successfully beating him at the racing games and letting him win the sharpshooter games, the two of you were inseparable!!
especially since yall flunked that class and had to take it again the next semester lmao
you almost lost your scholarship
but for the rest of your classes, beomgyu helped you cram for your exams!
turns out your stoner-gamer-boy-bestie used to be student body vice president in high school??
he helped you pass the rest of your classes your freshman and sophomore years, in exchange you let him collect all your scarabs😭
hueninkai + taehyun:
this friendship is so cute omg
this came during winter semester, after kai established a friendship with soobin and restored some of his self-confidence
and with all his new, interesting classes finally catering to his curious nature
kai had started to branch out of his shell and thrive in the college environment
he still didn’t have any friends besides soobin, but he faced everyday with a bright smile :)
and then there was taehyun
fall semester had not been kind to him, having no time for socializing quite yet :(
poor taehyun at the time was exhausted from his ridiculous workload and would show up to class half dead each morning
BUT IN COMES HYUKA THE ANGEL😭
the two shared a life skills class and were seat mates
kai noticed taehyun’s state each morning
which wasn’t too hard since taehyun was slumped over his desk every morning and only woke up when class started
and sometimes not even then
in response, kai had kindly made a habit of bringing taehyun a coffee each morning and leaving it on his desk :(
not only that, kai was always just a natural energizer!
with his positive attitude and earnest countenance, taehyun couldn’t help but feel ready to take on the day as well !
as thanks, there never failed to be a copy of the answer key to whatever test was coming up on hueningkai’s desk the next day
taehyun really is THAT man🥵
ngl hyuka felt like he had a sugar daddy of sorts at the beginning
but the two have the sweetest friendship after that!!
they’re genuinely so grateful for each other and balance out really well
yeonjun + you + beomgyu:
a friendship that started off contractually
it was the winter semester of your sophomore year and you were in a bit of an artistic drought
the last time your work had taken off was a complete accident
you’d been high off your ass and posted a hodgepodge of the last 10 screenshots in your camera roll, smartly titled “Hell is A Teenage Girl”
it gained so much attention for its authenticity and now you had no idea how to follow THAT up :(
your bestie beomgyu constantly offered to model for you
but you could never take him seriously after he showed up to your house in lingerie so you could “picture him like your french girls”
“that’s not even how it goes, headass”
“it’s called taking ‘creative liberties’, birdbrain—and you’re supposed to be the artist?”
“please…just put some clothes on. i can’t take you seriously when your balls are in my face”
anyways
you were struggling to come up with anything after that stunt
until you saw your muse in him
the him being yeonjun, who came straight from zumba and was currently downing a bowl of ramyeon from the caf
you shared no classes, interests, or mutuals
but one thing you had in common?
you both thought he was hot!!
you had cornered him with the abrupt confession that he had the most "photograph-able" face and you needed to shoot him for a new project of yours
(with compensation, of course)
yall looked like 🫵🙂📷 and ⁉️😗🍜
yeonjun reluctantly agreed since he was broke and needed more ramyeon money
the shoot started off kind of uncomfortable since you two were incredibly awkward
but you eventually warmed up to each other with your terrible jokes that made him die laughing!
you never would've pegged him as a pun-lover, but you were certainly not disappointed :)
as the shoot finished up, you ended up going out for ice cream together
to which beomgyu crashed and ended up fighting with yeonjun about everything under the sun
it all started with yeonjun’s preference for mint choco, that everything started to go up in flames lmao
you were sure yeonjun would want nothing to do with the pair of you after that night
BUT THEN THE PICTURES WENT VIRAL
your work blew up once again and yeonjun got many modelling offers!!
with the newfound clout given to yeonjun, came an unlikely partnership between you two as you brought out the best in each other’s works
and with you, came beomgyu as a package deal
the two eventually ended up bonding as time went on and they discovered they shared many interests
but you were the glue to hold them together for a while since they never failed to get on each other’s nerves
tom and jerry fr🙄
everyone:
after a draining week of school and his zumba class getting cancelled, yeonjun decided he wanted to go to a party
he needed a drink and a good excuse to dance since his feet were happy and his hips were in need of speaking their truth
lucky for him, there was supposed to be a CRAZY RAGER this weekend
yeonjun was told it was thrown by some uppclassmen named jackson wang or something?
🤷♀️
BUT IT WAS PERFECT!!
but he couldn't go alone--he'd look like a loser
which he's NOT >:(
so he brought his gym bro, taehyun!
but then the two were faced with the predicament of looking like much worse
homosexuals!! :0
god forbid two men hang out in public
so taehyun brought his other bestie, kai!!
but mans hates large social gatherings and would rather drown in his toilet than watch the musclemen pull the pretty girls he was afraid of
so he brought the also bitchless soobin along to keep himself entertained :D
meanwhile you were also getting dragged to the party by beomgyu, whose band had gigged it, since he needed emotional support!
the event had started off fine!
beomgyu was killing it with his band
soobin and kai were awkwardly curbing girls' stares and suspicious drinks sent their way with queries as to a foursome
yeonjun was in the middle of a mosh pit, getting absolutely wrecked
taehyun was getting danced on by not one, but TWO girls
AT THE SAME TIME
and you were currently crowd surfing despite having no recollection as to how you got there
you were honestly not vibing since you had a slight fear of heights
and an aversion to sweaty men in closed spaces
so when you were eventually put down, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen to get a breather
and maybe a shot while you were at it—god knows you need one to get through the rest of the night
however, your plans halted once you caught sight of your beloved ex-group partner from biochem!!
“woah hey, soobie-boobie?!” you hollered
cue soobin, who was in the middle of a heated rant about the band refusing his request of playing “meant to be” by bebe rexha, freezing with a soulless look in his eyes
it was you
you (+beomgyu, btw) were the reason he had to pull multiple all nighters to complete your part of the project you failed to do the previous year
mans nearly lost the will to live during that project
he’d hated yall with a passion and did NOT fail to snitch after the project was submitted
it was bc of him that you had to retake that class and almost get your scholarship revoked
of course, nobody knew it was him, since he was a sly motherfucker and blamed it on kim chaewon instead
but he planned on taking that secret with him to the grave, since he would rather take a nap on the freeway than deal with confrontation
but he had no reason to, by the way you were calling for him with the dopiest smile on your face
he hoped he could get away with ignoring you since it was so loud
but then you let out a screech that pierced the heavens
“SOOBIE BOOBIE TOOBIE WOOBIE FOOBIEEEEE!!”
hhnggg
he closed his eyes to block out the sight of you now standing on the counter and waving your arms like crazy
if he couldn’t see you, then you didn’t exist
but, unfortunately, soobin wasn’t the only person with eyes and ears
“hey, hyung, i dunno if it’s just me, but i think that girl might know you!”
soobin opened his eyes to see kai waving back at the girl for him
soobin wanted to die when he saw you take that as confirmation to join them
“hey! long time no see!!” you greeted as you took a seat with the pair of them
hyuka easily took to you while soobin tried his best not to look utterly disgusted
“so how do you two know each other?” kai asked
“soobin and i were paired for a group project last year!”
soobin frowned at you, but you were none the wiser as you entertained the curious kai
“oh cool!! what class was that?”
“honestly, i have no clue! i was high half the school year, thank god soobin was there to help me and my other friend for that project!”
soobin scoffed at that, causing both you and kai to look at him questioningly
“was that a cough?”
“did you need a drink?” you innocently offered one of the many drinks the boys had discarded
soobin shook his head vigorously at that, making you shrug
“welp, more for me then!”
AND DOWNED IT
kai and soobin were too slow to stop you, and watched in horror as you finished the drink with a pinched expression
“holy shit, are you okay?!” soobin asked
but you were preoccupied with the upset feeling in your stomach
“ugh, what the hell was that?” you tried to stop yourself from burping, but you could feel yourself getting lightheaded
“ah man, i knew those drinks weren’t safe” kai winced, watching as you nearly fell out of your seat before soobin caught you
soobin groaned at the prospect of having to take care of you, but lifted you up a bit while you babbled and whisked yourself out of his hold
“hey, im fine—i actually feel great! we should go dance!”
and you were off, dragging an innocent kai with you to where the rest of the party was dancing to the band
not wanting to be left alone after you so rudely took his only friend, soobin ran after the pair of you
meanwhile kai, who had been dragged with you, felt like he was gonna have a panic attack in the face of all these people you dragged him toward
he felt like he was getting swallowed up in a sea of drunk, horny young adults
which, technically, he was
you were none the wiser to the boy’s fears as you started dancing
to hueningkai’s absolute horror, you were actually doing the camp rock stomp dance from the second movie
part of him wanted to ask you to drop a tutorial
the better part of him made him want to crawl in a hole and die
for the both of your sakes’, he blamed your behavior on the alcohol and spared you more embarrassment by turning away from you and looking for help
and his saving grace came in the form of his lord and savior, kang taehyun
mans was a lil busy with a few of the drunk and horny young adults himself
but what kai wants, kai gets!!
so when he called for his friend, taehyun came without a complaint
he also miraculously had a glass of water in hand, just in case kai got thirsty
“what’s wrong? do you need to go home?” taehyun worried, shoving the glass into his friend’s hand
kai was grateful for his friend
thank god he wasn’t too drunk to be helpful!!
kai merely shook his head at his friend’s questions, and started to drag him back to you
“there’s a girl who got roofied, and she’s doing the camp rock stomp dance—we have to help her!”
but when kai got to you, he found a mess
that mess being you and soobin squealing around while yeonjun was running away from another guy who looked drunk out of his mind and pissed as hell
how yeonjun and soobin got there? and who this other guy was?? and HOW the three of you managed to piss him off???
kai and taehyun had no clue
but they could tell things did not look good for yall
soobin was currently hiding behind a disoriented you, using your inebriated self as a shield
meanwhile yeonjun was narrowly avoiding haphazard punches thrown at him, practically dancing away from them
“what do i do?! what do i do?!?!” yeonjun screamed
“DRAG HIS ASS!” taehyun yelled, right before socking a random guy in front of him
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” kai screamed, leaping away from the new, unprovoked beatdowns taehyun was causing
“fighting my demons!”
maybe taehyun was a little too drunk to be helpful :/
kai scrambled towards you and soobin, who had backed away from the initial fighting pair
“what the hell happened? i wasn’t even gone for two minutes!!”
“i found y/n right after you left, who had saved yeonjun from the mosh pit—”
“—mans was getting his shit blended in there—”
“we were about to come find you, when y/n grabbed some random guy’s ass—”
“—to be fair, i thought he was kai—”
“and when the guy turned around to fight her, she blamed it on yeonjun!!”
“well, duh! i’m just a lil girl!!”
kai blanched at you, while you pouted up at him
you were all like 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽
you had such a sweet look on your face tbh, that kai and soobin almost cracked
before you turned around barfed into a potted plant
things literally could not get worse
“WORLDSTAR! WORLDSTAAAR!!”
it took the three of you a second to realize where that yelling had been coming from
but you finally found the source when you looked on stage and found beomgyu filming the fights going on
“fuck me, he’s here too?!” soobin whined
and while beomgyu had gotten your guys’ attention, he had also gotten a few others’ as well
“hey, you got your friend filming me? i’m here on scholarship!”
the big guy yelled, grabbing yeonjun to hold him still as he went to punch him again
“oh fuck,” yeonjun muttered
beomgyu fumbled around with his phone and guitar, going to brandish the instrument in one hand like a weapon to help out his friend
but luckily didn’t have to when a pot smashed against the attacker’s head, knocking him out cold
the partygoers watched as the big guy dropped to the floor, right in front of yeonjun
yeonjun looked in disbelief from his side of the fallen body
over to you on the other side, your hand still raised in the air from its defensive attack
“holy shit!” beomgyu gasped
“holy shit!” you gasped back
the party was silent for a second
before everyone erupted in cheers!! :D
and everyone stood up and clapped
“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
people around you were jumping around and back to partying again
meanwhile the rest of the group came back to you
“are you guys okay??” kai asked
“i think i just shit my pants,” yeonjun breathed, clutching onto his chest
he looked as white as a ghost, but he didn’t get any injuries
luckily, the guy was too drunk to properly do any damage to yeonjun
but he was still afraid at the possibility!!
you merely nodded at kai in acknowledgment, before leaning tiredly on the person nearest to you
which happened to be taehyun, as he kept you upright with his non-bloodied hand
and then there was beomgyu, who ran over to yall with his phone in the air
“oh my god, i got the whole thing on video!!”
“did i look cool?”
you asked him tiredly from your position
“kind of, you’ve got a bit of barf on your chin, but i could probably photoshop it out later!”
“let’s gooo!! :D”
the two of you fist bumped, before yeonjun turned to you
“thanks for knocking that guy out, y/n, you saved me”
“but she was the one who got you in that mess—”
“of course, yeonjun! what are friends for?!”
you unknowingly interrupted soobin, causing everyone in the group to clap at your selfless words
"come on, let's all get out of here and get some ramyeon--on me!" yeonjun pulled out his daddy's credit card
causing the rest of the group to cheer
soobin’s eye twitched at yall SO HARD
“are you fucking with me rn?? SHE’S the reason this all happened—?!”
but soobin was drowned out by your guys' cheers as you all headed for the door
"come on soobin, before that guy wakes up and tries to go for round two!"
kai shouted, dragging soobin along and stepping over the guy that was still passed out
"oh, what the hell," soobin gave in, internally praying for the strength to tolerate you and beomgyu for the rest of the night
"woah wait a sec," beomgyu said deliriously, looking at soobin like he just realized he was there
"soobie boobie? when the fuck did you get here?"
soobin, on cue, gave the heaviest eye roll known to man
"i've BEEN here, motherfucker!"
…..
…and the rest was history!!😅
after that, yall just kind of gravitated to each other until suddenly
your snapchat streaks were too high
you’d gone grocery shopping for each other’s favorite snacks
and your moms all knew abt each other and would constantly ask abt you
yall were in too deep and decided to just kind of stick together after that :)
#txt smau#txt x reader#txt fluff#txt crack#txt aus#txt moa#choi beomgyu#choi yeonjun#choi soobin#kang taehyun#huening kai#beomgyu#yeonjun#soobin#taehyun#hueningkai#yeonjun x reader#soobin x reader#beomgyu x reader#taehyun x reader#hueningkai x reader#tomorrow x together smau#tomorrow x together#tubatu#tomorrowxtogether
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Naivety - Ran & Rindou H.
Summary: College professors Ran and Rindou often share students...in more ways than one.
Pairing: Ran x Reader x Rindou
Reader Type: AFAB - gender neutral
Rating: E+
Word Count: 2.8k
Kinktober Prompt: Double Penetration + Noncon
Request: Anon
Warnings: NONCON, college teacher/adult student, unequal power dynamics, manipulation, blackmail(?), semi-public sex, corruption kink, yandere/obsessive behavior, begging, vaginal fingering, dacryphilia, very brief oral (afab receiving), vaginal sex, unsafe sex, anal sex (no prep/no lube, please don't do this), double penetration (two holes), some degradation, some praise, light spanking/groping, some implied mind break, cream pies, no aftercare
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Ran's lilac eyes scanned over the small auditorium, an almost bored look on his face as he continued the lecture. While the subject he taught was generally fascinating, this particular introductory lesson was less than entertaining for him to go over. It was as necessary as the extraction of an infected tooth and about as enjoyable.
His gaze stopped on your face. His favorite, most beloved student, worked tirelessly to get down every word that came from his mouth onto paper. The first time he saw you, he could smell the naivety on you. The sweet innocence that he craved so much to destroy.
Ran was used to being lusted after by his students. He was tall, handsome, articulate, and well-put together. His striking features were a sight for sore eyes on exam days and while he could be a bit of a sadistic professor, students would often flock to his classes again and again just to spend more time with him.
His younger brother, Rindou, was a professor at the same university. They taught similar subjects and oftentimes there was a crossover between classes. They shared a lot of the same students and while people adored Ran, Rindou was the harder one to please. He was strict with deadlines, less animated during lectures, and his exams were known to be some of the toughest in the school.
Yet time and time again, students would subject themselves to his torture just to get a look at his pretty face or maybe even to do the impossible: to win him over. Unlike Ran, Rindou never played favorites. There was no way to tell if you were in his good graces or not. While some students liked this, others weren't too fond of not knowing where they stood.
Ran finished his lecture as he glanced at the clock in the back of the room. His time was up and with one last lingering look in your direction, he dismissed the class. He turned his back to the seats and began to clean off the whiteboard he had been scribbling equations down on as he explained them.
He listened to the sounds of the students filing out of the room, most of them in a rush to get to lunch as the clock had just hit noon. He heard the unmistakably light footsteps that hesitantly came towards him. Without even looking he knew that it was you, his star pupil, his delicate little flower. The one he had had his sights on since the first day of the semester.
"Professor Haitani?" You asked, your voice soft with a slight tremble from nerves. Despite how many times you came up to him after class to speak with him, you always worried that you were bothering him.
"Office hours start after lunch," He said, a playful smirk on his face as he turned to look at the now sullen expression on your face. "But what can I help you with?" Your name rolled off his lips effortlessly as if it had been made for him to speak aloud.
You quickly apologized to him before asking for clarification on something that had been in the homework assigned for that week. The directions had been a little unclear to you, so you figured it would be best to catch him after class. Ran was notorious for his ever-changing office hours and could be difficult to get ahold of at times.
Ran hardly paid you any attention as he noticed that the two of you were left alone in the modestly sized classroom. He explained the assignment a little more thoroughly before pining you down with his sharp eyes, their normal laziness somehow fading at the fact that he was in the perfect position to make his move.
"Did you know that you're my favorite student?" He asked nonchalantly, acting as if he wasn't setting your entire body on fire with that very question. Of course, you had a crush on your hot professor, who in the class was immune to his good looks and charm?
A lump formed in your throat as your heart hammered away in your chest. "Sir?" You asked, confusion intertwined with the question. Had you heard him correctly? Was it just a figment of your imagination?
You pressed back against the desk that he had somehow managed to corner you against, his hand brushing against your thigh slightly. He looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, enjoying the look of complete shock that was etched into your features.
"You have the highest grade in the class," He practically cooed, "I think that deserves a reward." This time the pads of his fingers didn't just brush against your thigh, rather they found their way up your modest skirt to press fire into your cool skin.
Your breath was caught in your chest, not quite believing that something like this was happening to you. Of course, there were rumors that the Haitani professors sometimes fooled around with their students, but after an investigation, they were said to be just that: rumors. They were fantasies conjured up by young, horny minds.
Ran felt the smooth skin of your thigh, squeezing it before jerking it away from the other. You hadn't even noticed that you had pressed your thighs together in an attempt to keep him out. Tears were already forming along your lower lash line, though you did your best to keep them from falling down your face.
"Be a good student and spread those legs, you don't want to fail, do you?" He asked, sounding almost bored as you shook, rattling the various objects on top of the desk behind you. You did as you were told, spreading your legs enough for him to fit his hands between them. The idea of him failing you because you didn't do as he told you had your blood running cold with anxiety.
Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as his fingers traced your slit through your underwear. Your eyes were tightly shut as you tried to imagine yourself in a place somewhere far from here.
"Eyes on me," Ran said sharply, and begrudgingly you reopened them to look at him, two tears escaping and falling down your cheeks. "Ah, you look so pretty when you're crying." He replied, kissing the trail of tears along the side of your face. The act made you shudder once more and you wondered what would happen if you screamed out for help.
It would be your word against his. There were no cameras in the room that you knew of. No one was around to witness what was happening. Who would ever believe you over your suave, smooth-talking professor?
Ran pushed the middle of your underwear aside to touch your bare lips. You bit down harder, wishing you could take your eyes off him and look somewhere, anywhere else. How could he possibly look so stoic while doing something so heinous? A small whine of protest left you, muffled by your refusal to open your mouth in fear of breaking out into loud sobs.
His finger nimbly moved past your folds and slid into your naturally damp core. It was tight, barely stretching for his digit due to your lack of arousal. You attempted to push him out by clamping down, but it only furthered his intrigue.
More tears fell, "Please, Professor, I won't tell anyone if you just let me go." The beg made his cock twitch in his tight-fitting dress pants. "Just stop, p-please," your voice wobbled as you fought back cries of anguish.
Ran hummed, a sound of curiosity as he simply added a second finger and watched your jaw clench in pain. While your hymen was no longer intact, that didn't mean that you were well-versed in sexual acts either.
His thumb began to rub lazy circles against your clit and you tried to quell the feelings of arousal that came with it. More whimpers were escaping from your throat which was so tight with anxiety that it was hard to even breathe.
The door creaked open and both sets of eyes went to it. Yours wide and watery as you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of none other than the other Haitani professor. Certainly, he'd see what his older brother was doing and would stop him, right? There was no way he'd let this continue.
"I thought I'd find you here," Rindou said and your eyes widened at how unsurprised he was. "I thought we were going to lunch?" The shaking of your legs only increased and Ran had to put an arm around you to keep you from falling back onto the desk.
"I have lunch right here," He replied, his demeanor blase as he continued to finger fuck you slowly. His eyes flickered back to meet yours and saw the scream that threatened to erupt from you. "Nah uh," He said with a smirk, "want to ruin that high GPA of yours? Lose your scholarships? Hm? Keep quiet and I'll make sure you pass with flying colors."
You quickly shut your mouth and nodded your head stiffly, not bothering to stop the tears anymore as he increased the pace of his fingers.
Though you could no longer see his face, Rindou looked pleased. While it was still relatively early in the semester, he had been looking forward to finding a new pet to play with. While Ran usually had good taste, he had picked out a few duds before. Like the ones that tried to report their lewd behavior.
But you? Rindou had kept his eyes on you from the moment he first saw you. You were yet to be on his roster but he had seen you leaving Ran's class before. He knew that he had to have you, had to sink his teeth into you, and needed to control you for the remainder of your college education.
Ran slipped his fingers out of you, slick arousal now coating them. He watched the horror that spread across your face as he showed you just how wet they were. "You keep acting like you don't want this, but look how soaked my fingers are from your tight little hole."
Your body was on fire with embarrassment and anger. If only you had the strength to fight back, to make him somehow pay for humiliating you. But you stood frozen in place like a doe that had just jumped in front of a speeding vehicle.
Your professor grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the desk so that his brother could easily get behind you. Rindou moved quickly but quietly, startling you when his hands reached up your skirt to yank down the damp underwear. He maneuvered your leg upwards so that he could get your foot through the hole, allowing easy access for the two of them.
"Please," You muttered, knowing it was pointless but unable to stop the whimper from coming out. "I won't tell, just let me go." Rindou had a smug smile on his face as he forced your legs apart more. Ran seemed almost bored with your plea.
"I know you won't," Ran replied, "And you'll be free to go as soon as we're finished."
You let out a squeak of surprise when you felt a tongue against your slit. Rindou was between your legs, tasting you, teasing you as you nearly collapsed on top of him from fear. You dared to look down, realizing he had to have been fairly flexible to get into the position he was currently in.
Rin moved out from between your legs and stood back up. Both he and Ran began to undo their leather belts, unzipping their zippers, and freeing their cocks from their trousers. You shut your eyes once more and tried to go to a happy place, somewhere far away from the cold classroom.
A hand roughly grabbed you by the chin, "Open up those pretty eyes." Despite the compliment, it was a harsh demand. You forced yourself to open your eyelids to see Ran's angry expression. "Since you can't listen to the rules the first time, we're going to have to punish you."
Rindou grabbed your right leg and lifted it, your knee folding under his grip. With his free hand, he pumped his cock quickly before pressing it to your tight asshole and roughly thrusting into it without any sort of preparation.
Ran quickly placed a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry of pain. The searing heat of being stretched by Rindou had you ready to sob until you felt a second penis bully its way into your pussy.
Both men were letting out low groans as your hands found the lapels of Ran's jacket and clenched them tightly for support. Both holes were gripping them tightly, trying to force them out as you attempted to deny the pleasure they were bringing you.
It wasn't as if you had never done anything like this before. You had only had sex a few times with your boyfriend, however, that was it. It was nothing like this rough snapping of hips. You had never felt so full in your entire life. It was as if there wasn't room for anything else inside of you.
Ran removed his hand from your mouth so he could hold onto your hips with both hands, squeezing the flesh there hard enough to leave faint bruises. "Taking us so well," He cooed, "What a good little student."
He let out another groan of pleasure at how tight and wet you were, despite forcing his large dick into a small space, he was feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure. His brother was in the same position, still holding up your leg with one hand as he smacked and grabbed your ass with the other.
"Fuck this asshole is so tight," Rindou hissed under his breath as he increased his pace. Your death grip on his cock began to loosen as the pain of his first entry dissipated with each thrust. Now the only ache you were feeling was the one for orgasm, pressure forming into a knot in the pit of your stomach quickly despite your inward protests.
A gasp escaped you as Ran hit a particularly good spot inside of you. Your reaction had him adjusting his angle of entry so he could hit it over and over again. "You wanted to be stuffed by your professors, didn't you? Dirty little whore."
His words cut deep as you shook your head in an attempt to deny how good you were feeling from being taken advantage of so roughly. Their cocks moved in unison, the perfect rhythm that had your eyes rolling as you couldn't help but lean back against Rindou for support.
Ran let go of your hip with one hand in order to furiously rub your clit in a way that matched his thrusts against your g-spot. Your jaw was clenched to keep the pathetic whines from coming out, though it was easy to tell that you were close to cumming just from the expression on your face and the way you relaxed enough for him to plunge in even deeper.
One more circle around your bud had you coming undone, a moan ripped from your lips as your entire body jerked with the force of your orgasm. It was both too much and not enough, how you yearned for another even before you came down from your first. To hit that peak for a split second once more was what you wanted most in the world.
And just like that, the high was gone as you found yourself being pumped full of cum from both professors who had managed to cum at the same time. Their hot white seed coated the walls of both holes without even an ounce of worry.
Rindou had stilled his movements as Ran continued to give half-hearted ruts into your pussy until finally pulling out. His brother stayed inside your asshole a moment longer before pulling out as well, catching you before you could fall completely onto the floor of the stage.
Again you were crying, the tears had stopped momentarily during your orgasm but now they flowed freely. White hot anger had how could you possibly be enjoy something so disgusting—anger at yourself for wanting it to happen again.
You managed to collect yourself, pushing away from the younger professor and pulling your underwear up though cum had already dripped into them, soiling them completely. You'd have to walk back to your dorm like this and you prayed that you wouldn't run into anyone you knew on the way there.
Ran had adjusted his pants and fixed the tie that had gone askew. "I think this is going to be a very productive semester."
Rindou had the faint outline of a smirk on his face, "I think so too."
A/N: Sorry Anon it took me so long to get to this request! I hope it lived up to your expectations <3
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Heethans reaction to readens miscarriage??? I know it's not the best topic and I'll completely understand if you don't want to write about it<3
"Baby's Breath..."
Warnings: Miscarriage, torment, trauma, depression, fluff, overcoming trauma, learning to move forward.
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Pacing back and forth in the room, you wait for him to come back from the store. It normally took him only ten minutes to make a trip, which was perfect considering you've been aching to confirm a gut feeling you've been having, all triggered by certain events that took place.
The last three weeks have been torture, painful in fact. You didn't tell him, since you knew he would have become worried and overwhelming with his sincere affection for you. You weren't sick....at least, not from the viral plagues known to man, instead, you were sick from everything else. Food, your favorites in fact, all made you sick. Scents from candles and plug ins, which had never bothered you, were now something that you couldn't stand and caused you raging headaches. Being in a car, riding along with him by your side, was becoming a triggering event that caused you to become nauseas. Suddenly it hit you one day, while you were in class, when out of nowhere you hurriedly excused yourself from class and rushed into the bathroom, and was ridden over the sink for who knows how long....despite you not eat at all for days following it, you managed to throw up whatever was left in your gut and that's when it began to hit you.
"Am......am I.....pregnant?"
You couldn't be. At least, there was no way. You were always careful to take your birth control pills, yet due to a shortage, you weren't able to actively take it for weeks, but you still couldn't be....not after taking those Plan B pills that you had obtained with the help of H/N. But what if......just what if.....?
So you obtained a pregnancy test, and have been waiting to use it.
............
"Pretty baby, you wanna come to the store?"
"Um...i'm good, i'll wait here for you. I'm going to take a quick shower."'
"Okay, stay here, i'll have the doors locked and my housemates are all downstairs. I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't leave the room."
"Okay."
.............
The moment he left, you made haste and used the test strip. Waiting after wiping the handle clean, your timer finally sets off and you hurried back into the bathroom to view the result.
......."two bars.....that.....the box says that that......oh my God...."
You slowly fall to your knees as your hands rest on the ledge of the counter. It was positive, you were indeed pregnant.
"What am I going to do?....I haven't finished college...I just started....what are my parents going to say?"
Worrying about everything around you, the one and only person you didn't have to be concerned for, was Heeseung. Though he hardly ever expressed his emotions in being a father, aside from looking at impregnating and creating children with you as a symbol of his love for you, a product of your union with him, which would escalate his happiness more than anything, he never really did outline any detailed traits on fatherhood. It was all just merely for the sake of reflecting that you indeed belonged to him.
Walking back over to the bed, you laid down and cradled into a slight fetal position, feeling confused and scared.
"What's going to happen? Is everything going to be okay?"
Hearing his car pull up, you felt the dreadful sense of hearing Heeseung walking in the house, saying hello to his frat mates downstairs before walking up and reaching for the knob. Entering the room, he quietly makes his way over as he sets the bag down on the floor next to the bed, and leans in to caress your face.
"Whats wrong pretty baby? Tired?" He asks sincerely as he notes you laying, yet you were widely awake.
"mm....no...not really.....well..i am actually i just...." You found yourself stuttering and stumbling on your words, not making any sense as he chuckles. "What's wrong baby? Do you want some juice? You need some sugar in your system or do you want to go to sleep early tonight?" his voice was deep yet so tender as he considered all options to bring you to comfort.
".....He-Heeseung......"
"What is it beautiful?"
Reaching up and over his lap, you pull out the drawer to his nightstand and retrieve the test. Handing it to him, you let him observe it for a second before elaborating the meaning behind the results.
"Two bars means........it means......."
"......You're pregnant...." he finishes, as he raises his head and views you with those deep and dark lustful eyes, peering from under he bill of his cap. He neither smiled nor frowned, just looked completely neutral and dazed in his gaze for you.
The moment he said his piece, you broke down and started to sob hard, and uncontrollably.
"Hey, heeeeeeey. Whats wrong? Come here pretty." holding you, he presses his lips atop your head. The oversized tee shirt you wore, which had belonged to him, shrinks up and fits you like a small mini dress as he tugs on your frame and pulls you in against his chest.
"I....I....what am I going to do? I'm not finished with school.....I'm......what about my parents? What am I going to do?"
"Shhhhh...." stroking and petting your head, he deeply whispers....
"First off, not 'I'.....its 'we'.....and I'm going to tell you what WE are going to do.....we're going to be happy." kissing your forehead as he leans your face against his shoulder, he keeps his face turned over towards you as he mumbles against the thatch of your hair covering your ear. "We're going to be just fine. Your parents are going to be happy for us, and I'm going to take care of you. We're going to live life and enjoy the fruits of our labor, even if it is in the form of a baby boy....or girl. Haven't I already made it obvious that I'm always here to make your life easier? Hmm?" moving the pieces of subtle strands away from your cheek, he lays a tender, soft kiss as he mumbles against your skin. "Everything is going to be fine no matter what...I'm excited.....but I would like for you to be as well.....so if you need to take a moment...maybe a day or two to settle, then that's fine. But I promise things are going to work out."
Suddenly hearing his words...his deep tone and the softness in his meaning, you started to feel better......in fact you began to feel excited, and happy. In the end, he was right, your parents were happy, things were fine as he helped plan out your enrollment periods so you could continue to do school online for when the time came you could no longer attend classes on campus. He did make things easier. As always, he made you feel warm, loved, and he did everything right.......if only you had done so right from the start.
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Weeks right before you were scheduled to find out the gender of your baby, you felt the happiest. It was so amazing, the feeling and knowing that there was something growing inside, something that was a part of you, and Heeseung. It was forming, growing, and taking after the both of you. Heeseung's seed, his child, his baby, developing and taking nutrients from your body, as you continued to replenish your vitamin intake and focused on making it as healthy as possible. The baby you had formed a close bond, a loving and nurturing relation with, had continued to grow. But when you began feeling sharp pains in your stomach, initially you felt that it was just the weight of your healthy baby growing strong, yet the constant aches grew more and more. Fortunately tomorrow you were to go to your follow up to not only find out the gender, but you could also address your issues with your doctor.
But fate had other plans.....that caused devastation and turmoil in your heart and soul.
..................
"..mmm...mm......AAAH!!!!"
Shooting up and immediately grabbing onto you, Heeseung wakes up to a blood curling scream as you lay next to him.
"Y/n, whats wrong?" Grabbing his phone, he shines the flashlight over you and scans the entire room. "Whats wrong?" leaning over, he whispers into your cheek, thats when he noticed the beads of sweat on your face, your hair damp and your breathing escalating. Lord only knew just how scared he was at that moment. Without even delaying and asking any more questions, he knew he had to get you to the hospital. Jumping out of bed, he throws on a tee shirt, not even bothering changing out of his sweat pants and places on his cap as he migrates back over to the bed to help you out. Flipping the blankets off, he froze for a moment as he takes in the view of what was hiding under the covers. Blood.....so much blood......blotches of thick clots that raged deep red, staining the sheets and bedding.
One particular spot, where at first glance, looked to be a collection of sticky and bloody residue, yet upon closer look as he grabbed his phone and flashed the light over, he saw the one and only thing you had been bonding with for the last 15 weeks.....
Sighing in defeat, brushing his hand over his mouth as he stroked the lining of his lips briefly, he acted fast, all so you wouldn't notice. Taking his shirt off, he gently, yet quickly, collects the product of his love for you and wraps it delicately. Taking a quick glance at you, he brushes the hair away from your face and sets the child aside. Despite it not fully formed, still having a long way to go, yet will sadly never see the day where it would see light and the face of its beautiful mother, it was still.....a child....his child...your child......your baby.
He puts on a new shirt, and collects you, handling you softly as he helps you into his car, and drives you to the Emergency Room. You dipped in and out of conciousness as you vaguely remember the car ride, checking into the hospital, and the nurses dressing you into the patient gown. As soon as you were settled in and laid sleeping, hooked up to numerous IV's as the hospital staff pumps fluids and vitamins to your body, Heeseung remained by your side.
A nurse comes in to conduct the initial examination, prior to the doctors arrival.
"Okay, i'm just going to check on some vitals real quick......can you tell me what the symptoms were again?"
Looking at the woman's face, dead straight on, he doesn't say a word, at least, not with his voice, or his lips.....he spoke with his eyes as he firmly, and sternly locks on a gaze with the nurse, as he quietly and calmly, hands her the fruit of his love for you, all still delicately wrapped up in his t-shirt. Bloodied and stained, his hands appear rusty as the blood starts to dry out and become brown in color. Receiving his stare, the nurse grew intimidated and fearful as she watched the man raise a brow, displaying an eerie and harsh stare as he gestures for her to take the small bundle.
Taking it, the nurse gently holds it close as she takes her pen and notepad, and steps out, not even bothering to force the issue of gaining information. The man's eyes told her all she needed to know, in order to relay to the doctor.
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Waking up to the over cast of bright, florescent lighting that beamed into your face, you whimper as you shot up, immediately placing your hands over your stomach. Noting that the small, round bump that had molded in the last few months, was suddenly no longer there, you shook as you began to sob. God, never have you cried so hard....never have you felt that you lost something until now. All those moments when you thought back to the times when you lost your favorite pen, your key chains, your necklace, your shoes, or your favorite photos from your childhood........all those times when you were upset over the loss of things that you held dear...those material things.....you now realized that what you had felt those times....were not loss....this....this right now......this was loss. This was losing. This was losing grip, watching something so dear to you....disappear.....never having the chance to grant it it's first breath, the very thing you had dreamed of whenever you were rubbing your tummy as you read your books and did your homework assignments.
The sound of the door behind the privacy curtains could be heard gently opening and closing. Walking through, you saw Heeseung as he stood tall and sets his gaze on you, his face, was calm, neutral, and staring at you with heavy lids.
"........I.....I lost it.......didn't I?.......I lost.....I lost my baby.....!" at the last bit of your sentence, you feigned a smile as you began to sob uncontrollably, your cheeks drenched with tears.
He remained calm and composed as he walked over to your side, sat next to you and leaned in over you, pressing his lips against your forehead, where they remained, despite you shaking from the hard cries as you dispel your whimpering and depressing sighs of defeat.
"You didn't lose anything......you didn't lose your baby." he softly speaks against your skin. Looking up at him, you furrowed your brows in despair as your tears continued to stream down. "You didn't lose our baby.......please understand...."
Looking off to the side for just a moment, he sighs out as he turns his glance back at you, and softly smirks with a look of sympathy to accompany it. His words that followed suit, was something you didn't know you needed to hear....ever.....but just as usual, despite his overbearing flaws, all due to his love for you, Heeseung came through when you needed him to.....
"Baby.....you did great.....you did wonderful. You were a good mommy.....you were a wonderful mommy......and you would have continued to be the best mommy in the world. Its just....our baby wasn't ready to come into this world......he wasn't ready to be born. Not because of anything you did......because of you, our baby boy thrived and was happy....he was peaceful......he got to know his mommy and saw how much she loved him. He was content with that.....it just wasn't his time......but that doesnt mean he wont be back.....his body might have given up on him, but his soul is still searching for the right time....when he can come and see us."
Stroking your cheek, he caresses your skin as he softly widens his eyes and looks at you with such love and adoration you desperately needed. It took a while.....it took much longer than you would have liked to overcome the series of depression when you recalled the feeling of the pain you felt in your gut that night.
It took a while.....but in the end, Heeseung......the love of your life, was right yet again.......so right. Your baby boy did come back, years later.
He came back with a stronger, much healthier body, and the first moment you kissed his face upon hearing his strong, loud cries in the delivery room, you knew it was your baby....your precious baby. Watching as your son flashes a gummy gape as he cries out under the bright lighting, you rub the tip of your nose and smell his breath. This...this was the moment you waited for.....for so long......the moment where your baby returned to you.....
"Sweet son of mine....I've waited to see you for so long......its so good to see you again......so healthy...so strong......I've missed you so much....I'm sorry we had to say goodbye so early the last time....but now that you're here, i promise we'll make up for all the time that was delayed. I promise to play and laugh with you, and to be the cause of your happiness and strength. I promise that you're going to be alright this time, now that you're here....my sweet, sweet boy......."
Standing off to the side, with his arms crossed and admiring the view, Heeseung smirks. He was thrilled, but contained himself to allow you to have your cherishing moment, knowing that it was long overdue.
"Name our boy, and be happy y/n. You always did so well.....and you continue to do well.....so rest easy and be loved by me and our son. Nothing was lost......just misplaced.....yet found again."
Authors note: Did anyone else cry? I got a bit glossy eyed on this one, ngl, it was so heartbreaking but also heartwarming. I feel like Heethan (despite being an asshole sometimes) really helps teach us valuable lessons and how to cope.
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This Week in BL
Oct 2022 Wk 4
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) 12 of 14 - Cake is reaping the consequences of having encouraged Eiw to become self-reliant. It means that Eiw has learned to stand up for himself, even against Cake. I get such Big Eden vibes from this show. Cake flirting with Eiw to tease Eiw’s friends. The English was… odd. But I don’t mind this kind of possessive boyfriend.
The Eclipse (Fri YT) 12 fin - The end did feel a little rushed. However I really can’t fault the acting in this drama, it was pretty darn flawless. This is a high school drama, so we expected (and got) a coming out sequence. But it was handled extremely well. I do love supportive parents. And for all their flaws, GMM TV is pretty solid on some decent parents. The low heat sex scene was really good too. The couples are very tender with each other in this show. It feels like the first half of this drama rested on Khao’s acting chops and the second half rested on First. In both cases, the actors remained entirely in control of the narrative, it’s just that First got shafted by the fact that his section of the narrative was curtailed. Still, all in all, it was a decent final episode and ending on verbal consent made me v happy. The blooper reel was great, too. 8/10 RECOMMENDED
Ghost Host, Ghost House (Weds YouTube) 4 of 8 - Mostly BL this ep, the big plot reveal, and a NICE family drama twist. I pleased. It is a bit creepy for me but I’m sticking with it for the couple. These two are so sweet with each other that they can’t even tease each other into aggressive intimacy they have to just back off into cuteness. Really good kissing and mid heat sex scene. Great physical intimacy and teasing communication (intellectual chemistry) and romantic feedback between the 2 actors. The characters make for great boyfriends. I liked this ep A LOT.
Big Dragon (Sat Gaga) 4 of 8 - Now we get the family drama background character information. I’ve never wild about miscommunication as a plot device. It’s always just kind of annoying when it’s used as an excuse for baby to get pouty. I do love Big (P’Nine). I find him pretty charismatic. The show is messy, and normally I’m not wild about messy, but for some reason it’s working for me. It’s like it’s messy but the right way for a change.
Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 5 of 10 - Was the shock at BBQ after Nahi got drunk because Ai slipped in a ha? (Household intimacy particle). Meanwhile Nhai = def gayer and more switchy when drunk. Nothing has happened, and nothing continues to happen. Yet I’m still watching.
Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 3 of 12 - Everyone leaving Name behind to go to college was so sad.
Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) 11 of 13 - I am so torn over this show but damn do these two give great sex scene. DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH ALONG HERE.
Hard Love Mission (Sat WeTV) 3 of 4 - didn’t seem to drop this week.
Work from Heart (Thurs YouTube) 6 of 7 - What a very strange show - the main couple gets together is shown by one of them dumping somebody else. The leads are good but the rest of the cast is pretty terrible and the script is straight up bonkers.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 4 of 12 - I am LOVING this show. Very pleased with the whole cast and the performances. Plot is a little scattered, but that's Taiwan for you. Right now it kind of feels like About Youth grows up. Restaurant boy is so cute and animated (and broken and tortured) and the dentist likes him so much. Meanwhile, bartender daddy doesn't like a rude boy. Taiwan ALWAYS has to do the crash into me trope. It’s not love if one of them doesn’t stumble into the other.
Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 1-2 of 10 - OMG it’s wonderful so cute and very very actually funny. The actors playing the two pets much be having just the best time. As, indeed, am I. Could not be happier about this one.
Roommates of Poongduck 304 (Korea Thurs Viki) 5 of 8 - They are so damn cute as friends but also, fixing his tie = hello boyfriend. Plus totally flirting at work. Hair touches and hugs and everything. BOYS! Also protective boyfriend HoJun does not like his baby being taken advantage of - or the feeling of jealousy. (I hate HoJun’s weird pleated jacket though.) JaeYoon is having such a hard time tho.
Kabe Koji (Japan Mon Viki) 4 of 10 - Funny how Mamoru doesn't ever wanna talk, but for Issei he always says exactly the right thing. But also, what is actually happening on this show? Do I care?
Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga) 2 of 8 - I guess it’s good to have a stoic practical boyfriend- when you’re a zombie. This is a weird little show. It doesn’t make me so much sad as reflective and a little annoyed (how dare Japan only give us this lever of physical affection and this awesome of a couple dynamic when one of them is DEAD). It’s very Japanese and reserved, almost to the edge of darkly funny, but not. Do I like it? I’m not sure. But it’s engaging.
It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It
War of Y 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.
My Roommate 32 eps of 2 minutes each + terrible production values? - I’m not bothering.
Fahlanruk (Sun GaGa) 12 eps - I cut my losses at ep 5. DNF
To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai 28 eps - dito
2 Moons 3 Thai (Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.
SELF (Thurs YT) - DNF
Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) 1of ? - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising and stuff going on. Thinking I’ll wait and binge.
In Case You Missed It
Lin Yu (OuWen in Love is Science?) featured in a sad gay MV.
Speaking of BL MVs, here’s LOVE is RIGHT from Korea.
I did a full review of Takara & Amagi, spoiler I adored it. 9/10. I compared it to Seven Days, which is saying something.
Oh My Sunshine Night finished at 18 eps. Spies confirm it does not end sad but that it is quite the soap opera. It may be worth watching if you're like me and have a hot button skip forward inclination and like higher speeds. I’ll probably try to watch it before the end of the year. But I’m doing a UWMA rewatch right now and I don’t want to cross my OhmFluke streams.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Nov 2022 line up is pretty short, thank goodness, this is what I got:
Between Us (Sun iQIYI & YouTube) starts Nov 6 - trailer here. This is an adaptation of the novel Hemp Rope (spin off from UWMA/The Red Tread). The book tells WinTeam’s romance from the start, so we might get some recon/reboot action (like LBC2). Features one of Studio Wabi Sabi's most popular (and commercially viable) pairs BounPrem (Long Khong, You Never Eat Alone, Seven Project, Even Sun) with established (if inconsistent) BL director New (UWMA). Fluke (Pharm) and Ohm (Dean) are expected to reprise their roles from UWMA.
I Will Knock You (Tues Gaga) starts Nov 8 - A college student and part-time tutor confronts the leader of a gang who then turns out to be his next student. Bad boy/good boy + sunshine/grumpy + younger seme pairing, bully romance? Adapted from korean_rabbit's y-novel of the same name, directed by Champ (2gether) starring fresh faces.
My School President (?? GMMTV YT) initial trailer here - it’s Love Sick + Korea and Japan's influence. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but this is me: I never met a high school BL I didn’t want to grant a fair shake and I love me some whipping boy. Interesting to see such an old fashioned trope having a bit of a renaissance right now. All fresh faces in this one except Aun (Folk from My Gear).
This week’s best moments?
Ai is a man after my own heart.
Your honor, please excuse me, I have a cat to adopt.
Eternal Yesterday, this is how I feel about ghosts etc...
Gonna have to add these two to the characters that wanna bone list. Look at the lust for those legs. Pluem wants them wrapped around him SO BAD. To be fair, Kawin does have lovely legs. (Ghost Host, Ghost House)
Lip nibble!
I love a hand kiss (LITA).
It’s good, it’s bad, it’s good. This scene was hot. Sigh.
Work from Heart, out of blue but excellent kiss.
Flirty boyfriends in The Eclipse.
(last week)
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Can I request a Jason x reader study session? It’s up to you if he went back to college to get a degree, or if he’s just living vicariously through her and helping her study. Just need motivation for senior year at university tbh
A/N: Thank you for the ask! I've just graduated college so I understand where you're coming from and I know this is a bit repetitive to hear, but you're almost done! You've got this! Enjoy :)
Jason wanted everything to be perfectly relaxed for you during your finals week. He got your favorite takeout, brought all the pillows and blankets out into the living room, and got the recipe for your favorite dessert from Alfred so there would be something to look forward to after all the work was done, but he could see you sitting tensely, brooding face illuminated by your laptop screen.
"Staring at your screen like that's not gonna help you finish that essay," he kicks you gently, "You need to use your fingers to start typing."
You glare at him. "I will kill you."
"I'm okay with that, just do it after you turn it in," He shrugs, moving his laptop to the side and joining you on the floor, "What page are you on?"
"Five."
"Out of?"
"Seven."
"That's not bad," He slots himself around you and pulls you to his chest, eyes skimming your screen, "You can definitely expand on some of what you've already written."
"No, I can't!" You groan, kneading your hands into your eyes. "I didn't even want to take this class, but everything else was full and I know you like Shakespeare, but I hate him and stupid plays and his stupid historical relevancy and his stupid contributions-"
"Okay, okay, let's take a break, baby," He places your laptop on the coffee table and just holds you. You take calm breaths and lay your head on his shoulder, nose scrunching when he kisses your forehead.
"What have you been doing while I endured this mental torture?"
He rolls his eyes. "Essay questions for college applications."
You perk up. "Want some help?"
"You can help after you turn in that essay."
You let out a string of curse words as you throw your hands in the air. "Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you?"
Jason looks at you with slight concern and slight incredulity.
"All this 'cause you have to write two more pages about Shakespeare?"
You wiggle out of his hold and stand to face him. "I'm tired of writing essays! I've written at least forty essays about the same shit with different wordings. I just wanna be done already."
Jason holds his arms out and uses his hands to beckon you back onto the floor. You sigh and oblige, placing your head in the middle of his chest and inhaling his cologne.
"Thirty-eight." You pick your head up and look at him with a questioning gaze. "You said you've written at least forty essays. Let's count this as the thirty-ninth one. You have one and a half more to go."
"Half, actually." You mutter, kissing his jaw, and look sheepish as he raises an eyebrow. "I already turned the other one in yesterday. It was only four pages."
You brace yourself to be yelled at for wasting his time by complaining about something that could be finished in an hour if you apply yourself. But you were tired. It had been a long four years of rushing from class to work to home and repeating that same cycle. You considered dropping out, focusing on finding a job and living an okay life. But you had met Jason by then and when he caught a whiff of your hesitancy to continue with your education, he practically staged an intervention. He called off patrol and he sat with you until the break of dawn to figure out what you really wanted to do. He knew you didn't want to drop out, it was your dream to go to college and work your dream job. But he also knew how hard it was, juggling school with work and life in general.
In those hours, he convinced you to finish your degree and enlisted the help of his extended family to keep you upbeat and on track to graduate. But in a twist of events, in the wee hours of the night and morning, as he watched you passionately explain why you want to go to school and why you needed to push through, he felt a sense of longing and jealousy. Not of you, but of the idea of going to college, something that had been robbed of him. So, when he swung by a couple weeks later, announcing his decision to start applying for college, you couldn't be happier and started to help him narrow down what field he wanted to pursue.
When you remember the set of events that drove you to this point, you feel ashamed and sigh.
"I'm being dramatic. I'll just turn this in and get it over with." You try to move, but Jason doesn't let you.
"You're brilliant and hardworking," He murmurs, pulling you closer, "But you're still human. You're allowed to feel pissed off and annoyed, but don't for one second I'm gonna let you finish this essay with the state of mind you're in right now."
"And what's that?"
"Wanting to ruin Shakespeare's validity as a writer."
You laugh and kiss his cheek. "And here I thought you cared about my grade."
"If you wanna spin it that way, you can." He teases, holding your chin and pecking your lips. "When's this due?"
"Next week, but Alfred told me if I finished by tomorrow, he'd bake me some Napoleon."
"Okay, here's the game plan. We go to bed and in the morning, we'll look at it with a fresh pair of eyes and we'll get it done. But, you'll have to pay me back."
It was your turn to roll your eyes. "A piece of Napoleon and stepping on your back?"
Jason holds his hand out for you to shake and you do, not forgetting to kiss his weathered knuckles after.
"Up and at 'em, girl scout," He helps you off the floor, "If you don't finish the essay by tomorrow, I'll recite Hamlet's monologue 'til it's imprinted in your brain."
"I hope you don't plan on waking up tomorrow."
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'Torture doesn't work.'
'Depends on the torture. Depends on the man.'
I just finished watching "The Experimental Job" and I just really want to point out how well they have shown Eliot and Alec being two sides of one coin. It's obviously not just in this episode- its through the whole series. But it really shows how well they are and how much they mean to each other. What this episode expletivdoes show is; how much both Hardison and Eliot handle torture.
Like, you have Hardison being placed as an up and coming grunt for a college secret society. Who got his in by using his computer skills. By standing up to Nate. He works his way through rush week. Being taunted and forcing to impress these college students. Having to fake his way up the ladder.
On the flip side you have Eliot. Playing a homeless vet. Struggling underneath a university building. Forced to listen to loud music, freezing, and being taunted. He has to deal with a psychologist who is too arrogant to see that he's getting played. When threatened, Eliot had to remind himself what his role was. He allowed himself to get shocked.
And towards the end? When he heard that Hardison was taken? I wondered if he was thinking back to Hardison being buried alive. Eliot couldn't allow himself to let that happen again.
The boy's are two sides of one coin. Eliot being the muscle and the protector. Hardison the brains and goofy nerd.
#leverage#alec hardison#eliot spencer#the experimental job#this episode hurt me#two sides of one coin#eliot spencer is a softie#alec hardison is a nerd#it depends on the torture#it depends on the man#both the boys went through their own torture#and neither one broke#im so proud of alec#and eliot#eliot is a stubborn#and i love them
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library sweethearts | baekhyun
pairing: baekhyun x fem!reader
word count: 670
genre: fluff, college!au
warning(s): not proofread
summary: sharing a candy cane in the library while studying for finals
hushed conversations, pencils dancing between the lines in notebooks, keyboards clicking and tapping, and the smell of textbooks both new and old. the dim lights create a calm, studious atmosphere for the students coming to read, study, or simply hang out. an occasional sound of a chair creaking, a zipper gliding across a backpack, and footsteps showed majority came to get through finals. whether to study or research a project, something needed to be done. what better place than the library?
in one corner of the library, baekhyun could be found studying for his classes. his notebook filled with different music notes, songs, and notations. although that's what was opened on his spread, he had turned his attention to ethnomusicology. his headphones played a recording of music from mexico, his attention to focusing on the music and what aspects of it make it unique from other countries, his thoughts scribbled onto a scrap piece of paper in front of him.
with a stack of books in hand and a determination to succeed, y/n enters the busy library and looks for a spot to study. scanning the room for an available spot, y/n spots a seat besides baekhyun. while the two have seen each other in the library and exchanged friendly smiles, their interactions at most were brief nods of acknowledgement, a silent understanding of why the two were here. carefully approaching the man who seemed to be very focused on whatever it was he was studying, y/n softly speaks, hoping to get his attention.
"is it alright if i sit here?" y/n asks nervously, hoping the other was able to hear her. her heart races as her social anxiety begins to make her worried she may have to speak up and disrupt the others here to focus on their own challenges of finals week. thankfully, baekhyun did in fact hear her and smiled softly, clearing space for her stuff. y/n silently thanks baekhyun, placing her books down before setting her bag down to take a seat.
the two study in silence for a bit, time flying by, the sun begins to set. students clear from the library in a rush to get back to their dorms or apartments before the streetlights are the only things lighting up the streets. though most of the library's occupants have left, few stayed behind. this included baekhyun and y/n.
as baekhyun decided now was time for a much needed break from his studies, he stretches before reaching into his bag pulled out a festive candy cane. the smell of peppermint filled the air around him as he tore part of the plastic wrap off of it. a mischievous glint in his, he offers one to y/n, catching her off guard. "come on, you've been studying a while." baekhyun said softly, "have a break and eat this."
"thank you." y/n shyly took the treat. as she carefully opened it and began eating the candy cane, she smiled softly, looking back at baekhyun. "it's good, isn't it?" he asked excitedly. she nods in agreement, now realizing how much she needed to take her eyes off all the numbers and formulas she had been staring at. god, her eyes were aching a bit from the torture of staring at her study guide, a silent cry to the universe for her to absorb the information enough to pass the upcoming math final.
realizing the library would be closed soon, the two closed their respective textbooks and notebooks as the final chords of their day came to an end. exchanging smiles and they prepared to leave, a connection could be felt between the two, formed by the shared love of a candy cane amidst the stress inducing thoughts and pressure that came with finals and last week of classes. however, this relationship was going beyond their books, the two bid farewell, a silent agreement was made to try and find each other again for another study session in the nearby future.
#baekhyun#byun baekhyun#baekhyun imagine#baekhyun one shot#exo#exo imagines#exo one shots#kpop imagines#kpop one shots#fem!reader#fem reader#fem y/n#sfw interaction only
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Opposite Ends
Chapter Two - Newest Members of Hellfire Club
C1 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |
Chapter Three is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻
Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship
Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.
The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.
What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.
Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content
Chapter word count | 3k word count
Chapter warnings | Mention of exposure & Drug use
Any & All comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿
Authors Note | I stayed up to 4am writing this even though I have work in the morning - I just had so many ideas for this story I had to write them before I forgot, I'm just so excited to continue this. - Anyways, if you read the entire chapter than thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed it 🌻 P. x
Eddie | October 1985
'Well, her funeral' I smirked to myself as she cut me off. Y/N had come to class late, rushing to her seat and slamming her books down, not even noticing me seated next to her, eagerly awaiting her arrival. Calculus was single handley the only reason I was in my third senior year, well it was the easiest class to fail on purpose at least, its only redeeming quality was the fifty minuets of uninterrupted time I had y/n all to myself. Fifty minuets of eliciting delicious sounds from her downturned mouth due to my presence. She ignored me for the most part, like my existence could have meant less than nothing to y/n, but her facade wasn't as convincing as she thought it was. Often, I would hear her frustrated sighs at my incorrect answers to Mr Mundy's questions or when I would fiddle with my hands as I struggled to keep focused. I liked to draw as many of those sighs from her lips as I could, with trial and error I discovered what would earn me either a quiet groan or a deep scowl.
She hated me as much as I despised her.
And I loved every second of it, taunting her helped pass the time while I suffered through the most humdrum subject to torture every high school student ever.
It wasn’t y/n I hated specifically, just the stereotype she embodied to a perfect ‘T’. Perfect Grades. Perfect Family. Perfect friends. Perfect college. Perfect - boring white picket fence at the end of the cul de sac -life planned out for her. Just another sheep’s brain falling to the pressure to conform. The only interesting thing about her that didn’t make me internally cringe, was that she had apparently picked up smoking in the past couple of weeks. It was probably the most exciting rebellious act she could come up with, the quickest way to give her straighty one eighty parents early on sought heart attacks. Which is probably exactly why she went straight to the supplier and not the dealer, knowing the absolute shit I would have given her over her new found habit.
She could have been my arch nemesis, but I was still a gentleman at heart and was not about to let her embarrass herself. Well, that was until she snapped at me. I turned my face into my hand to stifle a laugh as she twisted away from me, watching Mr Mundy make his way over as the idiots behind me cat called y/n.
“What’s all this then?!” The teacher brandished his hands in the air in an attempt to regain control over the room, annoyance clouding his face. A face that turned beet red as he stood next to y/n desk. “Miss Henderson” He exclaimed, she gasped and stood ram rod straight, letting her skirt flutter down her thighs to cover her formerly exposed ass. In her hurry to get to her seat, her skirt had become caught in the metal bar that stretched across the backs of our chairs. We were in the third row, so she had only flashed her ass in – what I had to admit were pretty sexy, not what you’d expect from perfect little miss y/n – black lacy panties, to a couple of jocks on the basketball team. Although with their loud mouths, the entire school would know by lunch. With a few embellishments added to the story, I was sure.
She seemed to be thinking the same thing as she shot me a betrayed look, almost like it was my fault. As her big rounds eyes filled with accusations met mine, I knew nothing but indifference was reflected there. It was hard to tell whose face had turned a deeper shade of crimson, y/n or Mr Mundy’s, the teacher was certainly more mortified. Y/n had nothing to worry about, she had a great ass, it would only make her more desired by majority of the guys in school, even Mr Mundy seemed to be hiding a hard on as he half ran to hide behind his desk. Great, all she needed was an ego boost to that already enormous head of hers.
“Right, quieten down!” Mundy barked, writing some foreign equation on the black board, the screeching of the chalk competing against the hushed whispers that broke across the classroom. I peaked at y/n from the corner of my eyes, seeing that the colour still hadn’t drained from her face as she stared forward, rigid in her seat. She stayed like that for the rest of the lesson, but as soon as the bell rang signalling the end of class, she peeled herself from her desk and fled the classroom, I could feel the fury radiating off of her. With movements ten times slower than hers, I slid from my seat, silently laughing to myself as I imagined her face when she finds out she could no longer avoid me and go straight to Reefer Rick for the good stuff. He wasn’t getting out of jail anytime soon and if y/n wanted to keep up the act of good girl turned bad, she’d have to come to me sooner or later. I grinned like a manic at the idea of more time carved out of my day purely for taunting y/n.
“No absolutely not.” I grunted, not bothering to look up from the panic-stoking magazine article claiming Dungeons & Dragons has been tied to “violent behaviour”, “satanic worship”, “and even murder.”, to consider whatever freshman Gareth had imposed on me during lunch, I toyed with my food as he continued to beg. Even over the constant tinkle of excited chatter that filled the small cafeteria, I could practically hear the two smaller bodies buzzing with anticipation, practically levitating on the balls of their feet.
“Awh c’mon Eddie, we all leave this year. And you even said it yourself, Hellfire is your legacy and you’ll be dammed if it disappears with you when you graduate.” Damn, I thought. He had me there.
“If you graduate.” Jeff muttered under his breath. I pegged whatever piece of food I was holding at him, he leant back the fragile cafeteria chair on two legs as he brushed crumbs off his front.
“‘86 is my year, I told you that.” I snapped.
“Didn’t you say that last year?” He questioned, smiling slightly to take the sting out of the insult.
“And the year before that?” Gareth chimed in; my eyes flittered between them both.
“Yeah, yeah and I was full of shit.” I shovelled a fist full of food into my mouth. “Who the hell is this?” I questioned, partially to get the attention of my possibility of failing, gesturing to the short curly haired kid with a goofy smile and familiar eyes, he was wearing a Weird Al t-shirt, which I thought was brave, and his tall, freckled friend hovering at the edge of the table.
“Mike Wheeler.” I snapped my head up to soak in his features, yeah there was definitely a hint of Nancy in his bone structure. I didn’t mind the older Wheeler; she’d tutored me in a few classes to help me pass. And after she’d dumped Steve Harrington, sending him toppling from his pedal stool at the top of the school hierarchy to date another social outcast – Jonathon Byers - like myself, I'd decided she was alright. But Hellfire was in the middle of a campaign, I was about to point that out and question if the newbies were level one dwarfs or even had a clue what DnD was, when Gareth spoke again.
“And this is-“ He began but the shorter freshman beat him to it.
“I’m Dustin Henderson” He exclaimed proudly, grinning from ear to ear.
“Like Y/N Henderson?” I questioned loudly as my eyebrows shot up into my bangs.
“Yeah, that’s my sister-“ He responded excitedly, before dropping into a murmur as he took in my expression.
“Speak of the devil-“ Jeff mumbled.
“And the devil shall appear” Gareth finished.
I followed their eyeline, meeting the same pair of eyes from earlier in the school day, only pure unyielding rage filled their depths this time.
Alarmed chatter broke out between the current member of the hellfire club.
“Shut up.” I screeched, wielding my arms. My eyes never left y/n as she stormed over to our table, the crowds in the cafeteria parted for her like fish in the ocean did whenever a shark was nearby. An excited smile fixed itself on my face as my mind ticked over rapidly. I stood swiftly, sending lunch trays flying across the table.
“Jesus Christ” Little Henderson puffed. I pinned a hand behind my back and leant forward in a little bow, sweeping my free hand across the empty space in front of me in a grandiose gesture.
“Y/N Henderson.” I beamed as she reached our corner of the dining hall, steam practically blowing out of her ears.
Y/N | October 1985
I followed the familiar path to our usual table as the hallway gave way to the - slightly not big enough to house the entire school – cafeteria, balancing both mine and my lunch buddy’s tray in my hands. My classmates spilled out around me, exclaiming as they reunited with friends they had only been with a few hours earlier. I rolled my eyes and tried to tune into Robins fast paced chatter – “"Fast Times at Ridgemont High", paused at exactly "53 minutes and 5 seconds. Steve says that means she likes boobies! Boobies!" She whispered-shouted, a pang of guilt stabbed through me, Robin had come out to me a few weeks earlier, after incessantly badgering her about her seemingly relationship with Steve, she had told me the truth about her. She had assured me a hundred times that if she didn’t feel comfortable or trust me, she never would have told me. But I still couldn’t help but feel that I had forced her hand. I smiled at her as her curly haired bob shook as she animatedly repeated her conversation with Steve from last night’s shift at Hawkins local Family Video. Hard to believe that a year ago I would have avoided eye contact with someone like Robin, lest someone see me conversing with a band geek, and now she was one of my favourite people in the world.
We tittered on the edge of the cafeteria, looking for Max as she continued. “And like sometimes I get these vibes from her during practise, like she looks at me for just a second too long but maybe because there’s something on my face or I look stupid while I’m playing or I’m reading into things too much – look there’s Max.” She tugged on my arm, but I didn’t budge. While looking through the throng of teenage bodies, looking for a whisp of Max’s tell-tale red hair I had set my eyes on something that rooted me to the spot, frozen with cold anger. Only for a second though, before my brain caught up with my what my body had decided, shoving our lunch trays into Robin’s arms as my legs carried with me with long purposeful strides across the dining hall towards my younger brother, enthralled in conversation with Edward Munson. For a second the wild thought of Eddie telling them what happened in calculus earlier, crossed my mind. No, Eddie and I didn’t like each other but I had never actually done anything that bad to him to warrant such behaviour. Surely, he had enough decency to keep those plump lips of his shut.
I hadn’t warned Dustin away because Eddie played DnD, it wasn’t because people called him a freak or the fact that he wore that title like a proud medal on his chest, never missing an opportunity to live up to it. It was because I was sure he was well aware of the habit I had recently picked up, and even though he had never let on that he knew or questioned if I really hated him that much to have gone to the much scarier Reefer Rick instead of the pariah high school kid. I did not trust him to not let something slip to Dustin, accident or not, he would definitely let my brother in on the know somehow, just to cause shit for me. I would also never live down the 'hypocritical' title if Dustin found out and thought I judged Eddie for participating in the exact same activities I did.
Robin pulled at my sleeve “Y/n, y/n, what are you doing?” she questioned loudly as she struggled to keep up with me. People turned to shout at me as I shoved through the crowd, their angry expressions quickly fading to one of minding their own business, backing off as they took in my appearance, which no doubt was murderous. Robin slowed as she honed in on what I was heading to.
“Oh” She trailed off.
“Y/N Henderson.” For a crazy moment I thought Eddie prepared himself to embrace me, but he just bowed low in front of me, in a very Eddie like fashion. I ignored him completely, spinning to face Dustin.
“What the hell did I tell you.” I spat.
“Hey, Hey, Hey.” Eddie grinned, rushing to the rescue, he slid in between me and the table, resting back on the ancient surface. He had his hands up in a non-threatening way like he was dealing with a dangerous animal, hell with our history, that’s probably exactly what he thought of me. He leaned further back on the table, smiling cockily and I stood back automatically, his position exposed himself to me in a way that made me extremely aware of the contours of his body. “That’s the newest members of Hellfire you’re abusing there Miss y/n” He cocked his head to the side, a movement I would have missed if I hadn’t of been watching him. His eyes appraised me, waiting for my comeback. Well, I wasn’t one to disappoint.
“And that’s my underage brother you’re corrupting Munson,” ‘Newest members of hellfire’ I repeated with a slow shake of my head. “Like hell they are.” I turned back to Dustin.
“You are not joining them.” I half growled.
“I’m in high school now y/n, I can do what I want.” He puffed out his chest, backpack sitting nerdly high on his shoulders, my demeanour softened at his innocence. I was subconsciously aware of Max cautiously elbowing her way to stand at my side, her eyes silently questioning the exchange between me and my brother. Robin tottered on her feet, anxiously chewing her nails as her eyes bounced back and forth between me and Eddie. The latter clasped his hands together eagerly.
“Perfect, your first meeting will be tonight, at seven!” His words were for Dustin, but his eyes were on me, daring me to disagree.
“And how exactly do you plan on getting there kids?” I asked mockingly, both Mike and Dustin’s faces fell at the use of that word, since they had both grown taller than me apparently I wasn’t allowed to use it anymore.
“You’ll drive us.” Dustin assumed, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Like fu-“
“I can pick you up, my van is big enough for you both, I’ll just call corners cause there is no seatbelts in the back.” His seated group at the table sniggered. I spun back to Eddie, giving him my full attention now, it seemed to be what he wanted. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, waiting for me to accept my fate.
“You. Are. Not. Driving. Them.” I spat out each word slowly with venom, so even someone as obviously reckless as Eddie could understand. He smiled slowly, waiting for me to accept defeat.
“So…?” He drawled, but I whirled away before my violent thoughts turned into violent actions.
“So we’ll see you at seven.” I heard Dustin gleefully say through a toothy grin. Max and Robin, who had stayed quiet through the whole exchange, watching with bated breath, followed hot on my heels as I tried to escape the suffocating presence that was Eddie himself. I should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy. I wasn’t watching him, but I had sat through too many of his random outbursts over the past four years, to easily picture how he looked now as I heard him mount the table.
“Oh y/n” He cooed, loud enough to catch the attention of surrounding tables, their occupants chatter died down to watch the mockery. I turned to face him, knowing exactly where to meet his eyes, my back ramrod straight as a prickly heat grew from my stomach. A cheeky smirk played on his lips as his took in the sight of me, apparently deciding something. Resolve hardened in his eyes and he stepped across the table, moving closer so he could lower his voice. “Rick is currently…. Indisposed. Come and see me sometime”
With a quick smile his hands shot up to form devil horns at his temples, his tongue flicking in my direction as a husky sound grew in his chest. A sweet smile – such a different contrast to the display of rudeness earlier – slowly spread across his face as his hands dropped to his sides.
Robin gasped at my side and Max turned to look at me uncertainly. Suddenly the baggie that was sitting, crushed underneath heavy books, at the bottom of my school bags front pocket, only containing less than a gram at this point, felt like it was glowing red and blistering hot, with a sign screaming empty.
My thoughts clouded. Son of a bit-.
Chapter Three
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Never Lost Pt2
Drukkari x female reader
College Au
Summary: You meet your new roommate Makkari and her friends at college. Something begins developing between you, Druig, and Makkari, but will insecurities and sorority girls get in the way of your blooming romance?
Pt1.
(disclaimer! This series is unedited and will have errors- I apologize)
After saying goodbye to your mom at the airport you drove back to the dorm, Makkari was nowhere to be seen when you opened the door so you opted for a shower to wash away the slight disappointment you were feeling.
You couldn’t deny that she was absolutely gorgeous, and she seemed very talented and funny, you couldn’t wait to get to know her more, and if everyone on campus was as hot as her then you were going to have a really good year.
You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself, looking around and realizing you forgot to grab some clothes. You peaked out of the door of the bathroom, and seeing that Makkari was still out you swiftly walked out of the bathroom and to your duffel bag to search for an outfit, you were so busy shuffling through your clothes you didn’t hear the small ‘beep’ of the door unlocking and you froze when you heard it open.
You turned to the door, clutching the towel tightly as you noticed Makkari in the doorway, eyes wracking over your towel-clad body before coming up to meet your own, a slight blush donning her cheeks.
You dropped a hand to sign “Sorry” which ultimately drew her attention toward your chest and caused you to flush a little.
She shook her head out of whatever she was thinking and brought a hand up to cover her eyes, a slight smile now being the only thing visible on her face, it was the perfect opportunity to look at her lips but unfortunately, you had to get dressed if you wanted to preserve at least a little bit of your dignity.
You rushed to the bathroom to change into your pajamas before exiting to find Makkari had changed into hers as well, a guilty smile found it’s way to your lips
“Sorry” you signed again
“Don’t be” she dismissed and sat criss-crossed on her bed, you copied her position on your own.
“what year are you?” she questioned
“i’m a junior” you started “ I started my first few years of college in my hometown because my family wanted me to stay close -and I was too scared to move away honestly, but then we took a vacation here last summer and I saw this college and I knew I wanted to transfer” you explained, she nodded in understanding
“I’m a junior too, a few of my friends and I transferred here because our old college got shut down, the principle was kind of controlling and the college wasn’t getting enough students admitted so the state stopped funding”
“oh wow, I’m sorry”
“I’m not, I like this college a lot more already” she gave you a mischievous smile and you blushed
“do you know if there’s anything on the itinerary yet?”
“my friends said they’re doing a welcome bonfire tomorrow night and a few more bonding things before classes start next week” she concluded
“that’s pretty cool” she nodded in agreement
“I can introduce you to my friends tomorrow if you want?” Makkari proposed
“I’d like that” the two of you exchanged numbers before getting under the covers and going to bed with a quick “goodnight”
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You woke up with a smile on your face and a text from Makkari
Makkari: Hey Y/n! I went on a morning run but I promise I’ll be back soon ;)
You quickly typed out a response
Y/n: Ok cool! See you in a bit, have fun torturing yourself
You stretched before getting dressed and heading out the door, you asked the receptionist for a map before following it to the food hall. When you get there your jaw nearly drops and that plethora of foods they have available, you were about to get food when you stopped and pulled out your phone, shooting a quick text to Makkari
Y/n: Have you eaten breakfast?
The reply was almost instant
Makkari: No?
Y/n: are you allergic to anything?
Makkari: Ni
Makkari: No*
Y/n: kay
Makkari: ??
You grabbed some fruit cups, orange juice bottles, and waffles with little syrup packets before making your way back up into the dorm, Makkari was already there by the time you got back and you found yourself faced with her abs again as you entered to room.
You couldn’t help but watch the way her throat moved as she drank the water from her water bottle, jesus she wasn't the only one who was thirsty-
“You better not be a picky eater” you joked
She lit up as she spotted the food in your hands, coming over to grab half of the things you brought before giving you a hug, sandalwood and vanilla instantly flooded your senses, you would’ve stayed in her arms all day if you could.
The two of you ate your breakfast in happy silence before you finally spoke up
“Do you have any plans for today?” you let her read your lips, you found you quite liked when her attention was on them, she shook her head no before getting up to throw her trash away
- Do you want to watch a movie or something?- you suggested
“Yes”
The two of you spent the rest of the morning/noon watching rom-coms and bickering over which was the best one before Makkari decided you two should probably start getting ready for the bonfire
“Do you know if we have to bring anything?” You turned from your closet to sign to Makkari
“I don’t think so, they should be providing food and drinks” She signed back from her closet
“ I can’t find anything good to wear” you huffed
“let me help” Makkari smiled, walking over and putting a hand on your waist as she moved you over slightly to get a better look at your wardrobe, it made you shiver and you’re more than sure she felt it but she gave no indication that she had.
She pulled out a pair of white jean shorts and a black t-shirt and handed it to you, you changed in the bathroom before coming out and looking in the mirror,
“It’s cute but I feel like it’s missing something” you confessed, she nodded her head in agreement, walking back over to your closet and looking for something before going back to her side and retrieving a jean jacket. She handed it over to you and a light blush crept onto your face as you slipped it on
“are you sure?” you knew it was going to be cold and you certainly weren’t opposed to wearing her jacket but you didn’t know if you two had reached that level comfortability yet. Apparently, you had as Makkari gives you a nod and motions for you to turn around and look in the mirror
“it looks good, Thank you” You gave her a smile that she returned before the two of you continued getting ready.
Pt3.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
First is definitely Pull The Shot, steam the milk which is now a series. It’s a college coffee shop AU inspired by my time as a barista pre-pandemic. I love that version of David and Patrick so much, and writing the sequel was the happiest I’ve been in a while.
Just for fun is a David/Patrick/Rachel threesome fic. It’s angst and smut, which is completely my brand. There are no villains here, just a lot of personal realizations and happy-adjacent endings all around.
You were there all along was a fic I wrote for a rare pair fest. I didn’t plan for it to be so long, but once I started writing I couldn’t stop. I’ve never written a story that fast in my life. The whole thing was drafted and fully edited in about 3 weeks. I also really played with form and format. It’s written in Stevie’s first person POV, and the first two chapters are past tense, while the second two are present tense. I poured my entire heart into this one.
For the History Books was my first RWRB fan fic. It’s told from the POV of Alex and Henry’s teenage daughter, who learns about the 2020 election, and the Email leak, from her high school history textbook.
However, I do think my most beloved, treasured fic is: Strange Alliances: the Life and Fights of Emma Swan (Once Upon A Time)
This was the first novel length fic I’d ever written and it was an amazing experience (at one point I had a bulletin board full of notecards to try and organize everything. It felt so fucking cool)
The big challenge here was that I only had 5-6 months to write and fully edit the fic, so it was a rushed process.
It was also my first time writing action/adventure. There were ship battles, magic spells, sexual tension, some light torture of certain informants. It was like nothing I’ve ever written before or since.
One of the dreams of my life is to go back and edit the shit out of it. The first 7 chapters are just backstory, and most of those chapters stand alone.
The real action starts on chapter 8.
I tag anyone who hasn’t played or who wants to play again. What are some fics you are proud of?
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I went thrifting this saturday. I rarely get to thrifting these days because I work two jobs during the week (im usually hustling from 7a - 10p) so on the weekends I take the time to check out the places that I never get to check out. so I go to this one place that I rarely frequent just because they run pretty expensive by thrift standards (im talking $20 bucks for a dress and $13 for a shirt). I've paid those prices before though and thats because the owners told me 100% of their proceeds goes back into the community (buying families used cars, paying peoples' rent etc.). They are also church affliated which did give me pause but they seemed like good local people, invested in their comminity.
So I went there this past Saturday. I saw a couple things I wanted to get, two pieces of clothing and an old typewriter (I have one at home and I've been wanting to get another as a gift for a friend who admired mine last time we visited). When ringing me up, I asked about the price of the typewriter. The owner (the wife) immediately whipped out her phone and looked up the going price and told me she would give it to me for $100 which was a steal (look...im not a professional but I know that in pristine condition, no way this typewriter would go for that much, and this one needed a lot of work). I knew she was taking me for a run so I said I would just take the clothing and she dropped the price to $50 for the typewriter and the clothes. I told her I would take the typewriter $50 and I would pay for the clothing as well, so $75 in total. She thanked me for being generous ( I just didnt feel comfortable with bargaining when the money would be going towards my community).
She then tells me, "we are planning to go on vacation for christmas so every bit helps."
This is a weird thing to say because the last time I was here, I was told that the two "owners" (husband and wife) wete retired and volunteered at the store. All the money went into keeping the store running and to a community fund. Weird.
Anyway, before she can finish ringing me up a little haole girl asked her about the price of an item. She asked if she could help them first and I was in no rush so I just began to browse. And then this is where it get extremely fucked.
This woman proceeds to go on this rant to this haole couple, their young daugher standing between them, about how all the Palestinians deserve to die. And how its very telling that the "gays and bis" are backing Palestine because we are also "children of the dark." She then went on to say, "send all the gays to Palestine so they can get tortured and raped by the muslims that they love so much." And if that wasnt enough, she told this couple, "they want me to be sad because they are killing the babies? You have to! If the exterminator didn't burn up the neat and eggs, you'll just get roaches again."
Like....wtf. I immediately noped the fuck out of there. Just literally turned and walked out. Got in my car and drove off. But not before hearing the haole couple enthusiasically agreed and praise god in the same breath.
I also found out that despite this woman and her husband positioning and posturing as being locals, they are from the US continent and have no connection to our community and that they frequently use the funds from the store for their own trips, to pay for their children's college and trips, etc.
Fucking wild dude.
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