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writingstoraes · 11 months

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hello! for the ig imagine, can i request charles with a medical student reader? maybe she's in her final year before residency and even though charles has no clue about medic he still tries to help her with studying. thank you!

patient 🩺

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!medstudent!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: whew being a pre med student ngl this fueled my delusions a lil (jk) anyway i hope u like this, anon 🤍 thank you so much for requesting! i also tried to stick with ig posts since its been so long since i did one thats mostly ig posts hehe

about: supportive charles and his future doctor of a girlfriend!

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yourusername officially on my last hospital duty before graduation! can't believe i have spent 4 tiring yet meaningful years of medical school, still feels unreal. couldn't have done it without the love and support of the people i hold dear to me 🤍

charles_leclerc So proud of you, amoùr 😘 Je n'ai jamais douté de toi. I never doubted you

yourusername thanks for being my first patient, baby <3

pascale_leclerc Congratulations, dear! We miss you!

carlossainz55 The group finally has a doctor! That means unlimited recklessness 😎

pierregasly Remember how we always wanted to try riding a bike on the roof

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yourusername a seperate appreciation post for the love of my life — who's witnessed all my lowest lows and highest highs. despite his own busy schedule, he still managed to fetch me from uni/hospital, prepare breakfast for me, and even help me study.

i guess i owe you a ton for all the cancelled dates and postponed plans, charles_leclerc? 💋

ps. the second picture is charles asleep on my shoulder after he helped me study three subjects for a major exam that went on for HOURS. i think i underestimated just how much he loves me :)

carlosluvr GOD i need me a charles right now its bad enough my pre med is killing me

hamiltonmerc Charles out here setting standards ridiculously high there really is just one of him huh 🤨

charles_leclerc Would do anything for you and you know that ❤️ (Honestly got to a point where I memorized some of what you were studying)

carlossainz55 Woah there Mr. Doctor?

charles_leclerc I think I can give you an injection now, mate 😄

carlossainz55 No thanks I still love my life

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charles_leclerc So incredibly lucky to be with someone as intelligent and hardworking as you. I promise to be with you every step of the way in full support and ready to shower you with love ❤️

Kinda afraid of needles but if you need to practice, I'm always available. Wake me up when you need someone to quiz you or make you coffee. I love you even when you're frustrated when you're practicing your sutures.

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charlossf23 You're telling me Y/N has Charles and all I got from medical school was anxiety

yourusername still need you when i study for the boards

charles_leclerc Working on the flashcards already, chèrie 😘

supermaxmax THE FLASHCARDS ARE SO REAL

pierregasly Carlos and I are on the roof tell Y/N to bring her medical supplies

yourusername please get down from there

charles_leclerc added to his instagram story!

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: god pre med is hard wish i had someone like charles 😔 i hope you liked this, anon! thank you so much for reading 🤍

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katyawriteswhump · 4 months

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Freestyle love (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 22 prompt, Sports AU.

Nobody ever wanted Eddie Munson on their swim squad, and uni competition was no different. Until Steve Harrington decided to play by the rules.

WC: 966. Rating: T.

CW: none really. Tags: Enemies to lovers, whump, university/college AU.

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"Munson's freestyle times smash half the teams.'" Steve pushed his wet hair from his eyes, double-checked the stopwatch. “He’s in."

"That science geek pond-scum?” asked Steve's swim co-captain, standing with him beside the pool. "No way. You read the numbers backwards again, Harrington?"

"Shut up. I’m calling this one."

When Steve broke the news, Munson pulled off his swim-cap and a mass of dark, damp hair tumbled out. “One of your teammates said my tats automatically disqualify me,” said Munson.

“That’s bullshit.” Steve actually found Munson’s freaky tattoos bizarrely compelling. Oh, and the body beneath—all lean rope-like muscle, not massive shoulders, but a decent swimmer’s physique. “We need you. You beat most of the sports scholarship guys.”

“I know.” Munson shrugged. “And you can take my place on your dumb squad and stuff it up their buttholes.”

“What the heck, man? Why did you trial, if you don’t want in?”

“To show you over-privileged frat-house dicks you ain’t special. I qualify every year—you’re just the first knucklehead to notice. Anyhooo.” He poked his tongue out stupidly. Steve planted his hands on his hips and couldn’t glare harder. “I’m off to Who Soc.”

“What Soc?”

Munson’s shoulder clipped Steve’s as he passed—possibly an accident, but he nearly toppled Steve into the pool.

“Screw you, man! Crawl back to your den of Satanist freaks, like I care.”

“Yeah?” Munson poked out his tongue again, wiggled his fingers. “Hexing you, Harrington. Oooooh, bet you’re pissing yourself.”

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Eddie had simply been getting one back for the little guys, against all those over-pumped numbskulls.

He still felt bad when he heard what happened at the inter-state semis—some moron dived into the pool on top of Harrington in the shallow end, breaking his leg.

It bugged Eddie. So much he wound up visiting Steve at the hospital.

When Eddie sidled into Steve’s room, Steve’s pale face—peeking from behind his plastered leg in traction—said it all: What the heck?

“Hey,” mumbled Eddie. “Guess I’m the last person you expected.”

“On my list of expected visitors, you were somewhere below Elvis.” Harrington seemed pissed. Also genuinely bewildered.

He was still sexy as hell.

Especially now Eddie couldn’t find it in his cold, metal-loving heart to hate the guy. Mmmm, and was it kinda wrong to wanna lick those well-muscled arms, and picture him shirtless… even when Harrington glowered at him from a hospital bed?

Eddie raised his palms in half-hearted surrender. “I owe you an explanation. I’ve been doing swim trials since Middle School. My time is always good—the place I grew up in was right by a lake—yet nobody ever gave me my place on the squad before. This face never fits.” He gurned a silly grin. “Then you went and flew in the face of all the laws in the universe and offered me ‘in.’ I guess it... blew me away.”

“I was only following the goddamn rules.” Steve grumpily puffed his flatter-than-usual hair from his eyes.

“Yeah, and I was a dick, and the Hex thing was dumb. I didn’t really… you know…”

“I don’t blame you for my stupid accident.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not a complete moron. I'm scraping a pass in English Lit, okay?” As the atmosphere softened, Eddie shuffled nearer Steve’s bed. “Good job. Who's gonna keep me here on a sports scholarship now?”

“Sorry, man.”

“Jesus, it’s not your fault!” Up close, Harrington looked exhausted, possibly even in pain, with dark smudgy shadows around his eyes. “You know, you can do something to make this less shit.”

Eddie’s heart squeezed oddly—gratefully? “What?”

“Take my place in the squad.” Steve mumbled toward hands clasped in his lap. “I recorded your times, made it official. The place is yours to claim. I'd tell the team myself… if any of them came to visit.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nobody’s got time for a swim co-captain who’ll never swim competitively again.”

A lump clogged Eddie’s throat. Harrington’s face worked strangely, too… Shit, shit, shit! Eddie reached out, tentatively squeezed Steve’s shoulder. Steve looked up sharply, eyes large and liquid. Damn, the boy was tense.

“That stinks,” said Eddie.

“Yeeeah.” Steve’s laugh was shaky, while Eddie’s mind raced:

“Dude, I’m in a ton of non-sports societies. D & D, model-making, Who Soc… Uh, maybe not that one for you. I can bring a few of the guys and gals here, see if you get into anything.”

“I don’t need YOU to find me friends.” Harrington’s spikiness proved short-lived. He unleashed a resigned sigh: “Look, man, I’m not exactly in the mood for parties, but… If you wanna come back… that would be cool.”

Suddenly, neither of them could look at each other. Eddie’s face was burning. Could he actually be into me?

“Tho’ if you’re not fresh from swim practice when you arrive, I’m not interested, Munson.”

Eddie hooted: “You blackmailing me?”

“I can play dirty, ya know, buck expectations, too.” Steve went in for the kill. He smiled up at Eddie, a proper, hot-as-hell smile, which reached his too-pretty brown eyes.

Is he hitting on me?!? Eddie gawked like a goldfish.

“See you tomorrow?”

***

On the day of the national finals, Steve watched from the stands. When Eddie slammed home for victory on the final leg of the freestyle relay, Steve was on his feet—okay, propped by his crutches—cheering his head off.

As soon as Eddie could get away, he clambered, wet and dripping, through to the rear of the stands and planted an even wetter kiss on Steve's lips. Steve threw his arms around his boyfriend. It was great to finally be with somebody to whom only the real things in life mattered.

"Love you, Champ," he whispered in Eddie’s ear.

"Love you, too." Eddie kissed him again.

Victory had never felt so hot.

***

Thanks for reading :) Also part of my steve whump fic series (mainly steddie) on ao3

#steddieholidaydrabbles #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington whump #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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lnfours · 5 months

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inclinations (seven) | l.n

summary: a story told in two parts: summer and autumn. summer held the whirlwind romance that came crashing down too soon. autumn brought the repercussions of young love and learning how to fall in love all over again.

au: childhood friends to lovers, uni!au

warnings: WE’RE BACK!! something’s cooking w flo 🫣, loads of fluff, not so secret pining, anticipation and being unsure of how to tell someone to stay without actually saying it.

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the sun was officially set now, the sky dark as you sat in the passenger seat of the mclaren. the windows were down, the night breeze whisking your hair around as the music played softly through the speakers.

you had missed this, missed this part of summer. it was like something had been missing the past couple of years, but in reality, it was just him. he was the one who had been missing.

your phone buzzed in your lap, reading the text as it popped up on your lockscreen.

flo

sos!! need ur help!!

you furrowed your eyebrows, typing back a response.

y/n

with…?

flo

i have a boy coming over and i need you to keep lando out

y/n

and how do you expect me to do that?

flo

literally just make something up. you know he’d do anything for you

he’d do anything for you.

y/n

okay, okay. for how long?

flo

an hour… or two 🫣

y/n

FLO

flo

PLEASE

y/n

fine. you owe me

you locked your phone, chuckling softly to yourself and shaking your head.

“what’s up?” lando asked, stopping at the red light. you turned to look over at him.

“nothing,” you said, “uhm, do you wanna go back to mine for a little while? watch a movie or something?”

he nodded and sent you a smile, “sounds good, yeah.”

you smiled back over at him as he made the left hand turn onto your street. he parked the car outside, the both of you getting out as he followed you inside.

you unlocked the door and pushed it open, “my parents are probably out with yours.”

he chuckled, “yeah, they mentioned something about a winery to me earlier. guess they’re still there.”

you jogged up the stairs, him following behind you, “wouldn’t be surprised, honestly,” you chuckled, “do you remember that night they spent, like, 7 hours at the bar?”

his eyebrows rose, “oh my god, yeah! i forgot about that!” he laughed softly, “they didn’t even drink the whole time, they just spent time catching up and talking.”

you nodded, “i think we were 13? 14? something like that,”

“yeah, something like that,” he sat down on the bed as you kicked off your shoes, grabbing a pair of sweatpants to change into. he looked around the room, smiling as he grabbed the picture from your nightstand, “you still have this?”

you spun around to look at what he was talking about, seeing the picture of the two of you together from years ago. the both of you were dressed in your graduation caps and gowns, smiling for the picture.

“yeah,” you breathed out, “the year my mom made me bring my cap and gown so we could get pictures with you guys.”

“and because you were doing it, my mom made us do it,” he laughed softly, “i’m glad i’ve hit puberty since then.”

you snorted softly, “yeah, now you’ve probably got models tripping and falling into your dms.”

he shrugged, putting the picture back down, “not really what i’m looking for, anyway.”

you squealed internally as you searched your closet, pulling out a hoodie and another pair of sweatpants for him. you tossed them his way, “if you wanna change.”

he nodded, “thanks,” he examined the hoodie, the color being a little too familiar for him. upon further examination, he smiled, “you still have this, too?”

you turned back from the doorway to your bathroom, him holding up an old hoodie of his you had snagged off of him during one of the beach bonfires.

“guess so,” you smiled, “might still smell like bonfire.”

he laughed, bringing it to his nose. instead of the bonfire smell, he was introduced to the smell of your laundry detergent and your perfume. his heart clenched, shaking his head before speaking, “nah, smells good.”

you chuckled softly, closing the door to the bathroom before changing into the sweatpants and hoodie you had grabbed for yourself. you checked over your reflection in the mirror, fixing your hair and checking yourself over. once you were satisfied, you opened the door.

he was in the hoodie and sweatpants now, folding his clothes over the desk chair that sat in the corner of the room. you made your way over to the bed, sitting down and grabbing the remote before he joined you.

“what kind of movie do you want to watch?” you asked, hugging your left knee to your chest. he laid on his side, head resting on his hand as he shrugged.

“anything new you recommend?”

you hummed, “not really,” you made the mistake of looking over at him, your eyes meeting his. the same shades of blue with specks of green you had fallen for years ago. he was so close to you that you could almost feel the warm breath fanning your face. you swallowed, breathing out a soft response, “you?”

his head shook, his eyes dancing across your face as he took in the facial features you had grown into. you had always been beautiful to him. in the setting sun, when you just wake up, when your hairs a mess of because of the ocean. even when your cheeks are littered with tears and he’s thinking about punching the guy who upset you, he still thinks you’re beautiful.

“nothing interesting, anyway.”

you licked your lips nervously, trying to fight the urge to lean in and press your lips against his. you wanted him to make the first move, wanted him to want you just as much as you wanted him.

“y/n,” he mumbled your name, pulling you back down to earth, “i have something to tell you-“

you were anxiously awaiting was he was going to say before the sound of your phone buzzing interrupted. you sighed, leaning over and checking the notification on the lockscreen.

flo

okay you’re good now

i owe you!

you locked your phone, turning back to the man sitting next to you. you smiled softly in an apologetic way, “sorry,”

he shook his head, a smile on his face letting you know it was okay, “‘s okay. anything important?”

you shook your head, “‘s just flo, she can wait,” you said, “what were you saying?”

“no, it’s okay,” he said, “should probably get back before she thinks i’m missing.”

you nodded, mentally cursing your best friend as you watched him sit up off the bed. you were so close. so close to something you’ve been dreaming about since you were a kid, so close to having everything you wanted.

as you watched him grab the clothes off the desk chair, you held the mental debate with yourself. was it a good idea? probably not. did you really want this? absolutely.

he reached the door to your bedroom, but you caused him to freeze when you said his name, “lando, wait,”

he turned back around and you caught the little glimmer of hope in his eyes. or that’s what you thought it was anyway as you approached him.

“i, uhm,” you couldn’t back out now, “i had a really good time tonight.”

he smiled softly, “me too.”

you didn’t know what to say now, nerves washing over your body as you met his eyes, “good,”

he chuckled, “you alright? you look nervous.”

little did you know he was nervous, too. he just had a better front put up than you, “yeah, no, i’m okay, just tired.”

he nodded, “i’ll give you back your clothes after i run them through the wash.”

you shook your head, “keep ‘em, they’re yours, anyway.”

you didn’t want him to leave, but you didn’t know how to get him to stay.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? for brunch?” he asked, the annual brunch between your families totally escaping your mind until now.

you nodded, “see you tomorrow.”

“good night, y/n.” he smiled once again.

“good night, lando.”

he walked out the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall as he got further and further. you sighed, running your hands through your hair as you turned away from the door. you were so close. why couldn’t you have just told him?

you didn’t hear him turn around in the hallway, didn’t hear him toss the clothes on your bed. you jumped when he grabbed your arm, turning you towards him.

“fuck this,” he mumbled, pulling you into him as he cupped your face with his hand. your heart was beating so fast it was a shocker he couldn’t hear it as he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back quickly, your lips moving in sync. your hands had found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in his curls.

he pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours, “this is a bad idea, isn’t it?”

“probably,” you breathed, “but i’ve wanted this for too long to care.”

“glad we’re on the same page,” he said, kissing your lips again. you smiled into the kiss, his teeth gently nibbling at your lower lip before his tongue slipped in.

you giggled softly when his head dipped to the space between your collarbone and jaw, curls tickling your cheek as he peppered kisses against the skin.

“lando,” you breathlessly said his name as he backed you up against the bed, your back hitting the mattress as you pulled him down with you. he hummed against your skin before you continued, “you’re all i ever wanted.”

he smiled, love filled eyes meeting yours, “you’re all i ever wanted, too.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris series #lando norris x reader series #lando norris fluff #friends to lovers #university au #friends to lovers au #inclinations series #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff #ln4 fic #ln4 x you #lando norris x childhood friend!reader #childhood friends to lovers au

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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 2 months

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Jjk drabbles as things my crush has done to me

Characters: Nanami,Geto,Gojo x reader (civilian university au ig)

Fluff!

Themes: SFW.Dancing!!Acts of service, good and cute things in general , I won’t spill too much to not ruin the story.

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𖤐Gojo <3

There were 2 things that you hated most in the world, the fact that you always wanted to look cute and stairs.

Both of these things were coming back to bite you in the ass right now. You rubbed your heeled boots on the rough ground as you looked up at the 4 flights of stairs that you need to get up to so you could get to class.

You cursed at your vain self for choosing such foot wear, knowing that you had to be at uni the whole day. And if the day couldn’t get any worst, the imposing sun above you started to burn your skin , shining brighter than before.

It was all a mess , the heat , the heavy backpack ,and your soles aching.

As you started to mindlessly complain about the before mentioned pesky problems to your friend and gojo; the tall standing figure looked down at you with a small smile that decorated his scratched face.

He owed his beaten face to the fact that 6 drunks decided to pick a fight with him on his way to the bus stop, he was generally a peaceful guy unless provoked so he just decided to ignore the ordeal ,but one of the drunks got really annoying and started to throw ripped beer cans at him, naturally he wasn’t just gonna tolerate this disrespect ;so he clocked the guy back with the can to his face with all his might.

Fully prepared to fight Gojo had his guard up , but then he noticed all the 6 guys started to pull out pocket daggers he did what was most wise and manly which was to run for the hills.

So to make a long story short home boy was a bit tired and beaten. As you sighed and decided to push through the pain to head up the stairs, he calls your name.

-“If you want I can give you a piggy back ride.”- He suggests as he starts to stretch his arms.

-“Oh don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t want to bother you in your state.”-You said as you returned a shy smile.

-“Don’t worry about it , I’m not as weak as you think.”-He said as he adorns a concerned look on his face.

You look over to your friend who suggested he could carry Gojos backpack as he carried you as his backpack.

-“My backpacks heavy.”- You commented trying to get him to back out.

-“Ok.”

-“You’re serious?.”

-“Dead serious.”

You gave him an untrusting gaze as he turned his back to you and crouched down so you could jump on him.Your backpack was weighing you down so you grabbed on to dear life to his neck in hopes you wouldn’t slide down with every step he took.

-“You’re choking me.”- He grumbles dryly.

All 3 of you bust out in laughter, but mostly your laughter was powered by embarrassment.

He promptly hops to adjust you higher on his back so you both could be more comfortable ,then continues his way up the stairs while making comments on how you feel like a monkey.

Geto <3

Time passed slowly as you and your friend group wait for the next class.

All of you were at the cafeteria but the only ones awake were Geto and you.

To make time pass by faster you decided to tune in on a soccer game he was watching, promptly you became entertained and as soon as he noticed the smallest bit of interest in your eyes ;he started to explain all the plays in the game.

-“If I’m not mistaken, isn’t that guy lewandowski?”-You called out as you pointed to a player on his phone screen.

-“You’re correct, im surprised a geek like you would know a thing or two about soccer.” - He blurted out in a teasing tone as he passed a hand through his long black hair.He always found a thing to tease you about, today it was your guilty pleasure: watching anime.

-“Fuck off, I don’t sit around and watch anime all day. I do productive things, unlike others”-You retorted as you gave him the side eye.-“I’m not totally ignorant, I know some basics.”

He giggled at you as he placed his hand on his cheek so he could lean on the table while looking at you.

-“I don’t believe a word you’re saying, you probably heard him on blue lock or some shit. Time to touch some grass weirdo. Aren’t you embarrassed?.”- He chuckled out with an accusing tone in his brassed tone.

Tired of his shit, you raised your palm to smack him on the head, knowing there was no way you could exit this conversation with a drop of patience left in you.

To your surprise (not) he nonchalantly grabbed your wrist before you could hit him, getting progressively more annoyed you swung your other hand to smack him which he also swiftly catched.He looked at you through his smug black eyes as he watched you struggle to be set loose under his grasp.

Irritated, you started to push your still captive wrist to him in hopes he looses balance and hopefully cracks his skull on the floor or something.

But before you knew it he resisted your attempts with a cocky grin letting you know that your strength didn’t hold a candle to his and that you two could pass the whole afternoon in this playful exchange.

As soon as you hit him with a death glare ,he shut his eyes and laughed as he let go of your wrist.

-“I’m sorry , i didn’t mean anything I said, I’m not being rude,I’m just playing with ya. You just look so cute while your angry, teasing you is inevitable.”-He concludes as he ruffles your hair.”-

Nanami <3

It was Friday night and your parents were out of town , so inviting your friends and drinking cheap whisky with loud music was inevitable.

You found yourself in the kitchen whipping up a cocktail for your friend so he could pass the whisky down easier, while the quiet nanami in front of you gulped down the whiskey pure as if it was water , his Adam’s apples bobbed as he gulped.You we’re entranced by his jawline as he finishes drinking maintaining the most neutral expression.

Ngl it was doing something to you , there was nothing more attractive than a man who could hold his liquor while maintaining a calm conversation.

Soon came your other friend bursting through the kitchen door to chug down the cocktail you just prepared.

-“Do you guys know how to dance, I really want to dance right now.”- yelled out your friend as he started to tune the music up.

So the two of you got up and danced by yourself respectively to the beat of the different genres of music that played.In the meanwhile Nanami sat down and crossed his thick arms as he watched you two make a fool of yourself.

Soon a romantic Latin slow song started playing, truth be told you loved to dance but none of your ex knew how to so you just resigned and learned how to dance by yourself.

As the liquor discarded any embarrassment you may experience, you only focused on the tempo , careful of the moment you marked a step with your hip, the music inebriated your ears and your hips moved to the careful notes of the song. You hugged yourself so you’d have something to do with your arms as you stepped side to side.

You look over to your friend who’s sitting down while extending your arms to them with the hopes they’d maybe considering dancing with you , they just politely decline stating they don’t know how to dance this type of music.

Your eyes glance over to nanami, jokingly making

a :( face at him to then continue dancing by yourself with closed eyelids.

Soon you were once again lost in the beautiful guitar notes until you felt a breeze pass you.

You opened you eyes to see nanami in front of you with both his hands extended to you as a clear invitation to dance.

You have never seen nanami do anything even remotely close to dancing so this comes as a big shock to you.

As you accept his invitation to dance by holding his big, rough hands , you asume you’ll dance at a holy safe distance but to your surprise he finds a way to sneak his legs between yours as he pulls you close by snaking his hands around your waist, your eyes open in awe, since you now understand he means business by dancing the traditional way.

You decided to follow your instincts by wrapping your hands at the base of his neck ( not in a choking way). You rest your head on his shoulder and you let your senses be hypnotized by his cologne.

You feel his hips move like you would your own and your steps start to sync with his. You nervously look around looking for a sign of discomfort due to the proximity of your bodies, but all he seems to care about is holding you close and dancing the night away..

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Context: I think this guy is kinda cute but I’m not invested emotionally to care too much about him and I also think that he’s playing me or he’s just super friendly but I hope you guys enjoy the short stories , I was as truthful as possible except where I describe the guys feelings cause idk what he was think at the moment tbh. But what do you guys think , do you think he may have feelings for me?

A/n: I’ve created these short drabbles in the meanwhile I write the new chapter for the gojo fanfic. Thank u guys so much for your patience love you ♥️ Not spell checked btw I’ll do it tomorrow.

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thepixelelf · 5 months

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prompt: “I’m allergic to roses.”

notes: uni au, implied e2l; recast fic

[fatal floral flaw] “Remind me again why Chan’s sending roses to his, and I quote, ‘mortal enemy’?” Vernon asks as he sits down at the cafeteria table.

Seungkwan swats him over the shoulder. “Ever heard of reconciliation?”

“Ow...” Vernon rubs his shoulder, frowning. “I thought they hated each other.”

Chan isn’t really listening. Instead, his eyes follow the Valentine’s day event committee as they walk around the cafeteria, handing out the rose-grams. The grams are supposed to be one rose each, but Chan splurged and bribed the committee so he could send you a whole bouquet.

“Are you dense?” Seungkwan asks Vernon. “Chan is just arguing with them all the time because he doesn’t know how to flirt.”

Vernon chuckles, stabbing a straw into his chocolate milk. “So basically, you’re so bad at liking someone that you made them hate you?”

Finally tuning in, Chan scowls. “Shut up.”

Across the room, you look up at one of the committee members, who holds out the bouquet of roses he sent you. Chan watches as you take the roses, a confused look on your face when you read the attached note -- the one with nothing but his name attached.

He thinks it’s a success, and he almost smiles before he sees your expression twist in anger.

...Huh?

You stand up from your table and traipse over to him, the bouquet clenched in your hand at your side. Eyes wide, Chan can only gawk up at you.

Throwing the bouquet on the table in front of him like a sack of potatoes, you cross your arms. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“...What?”

“Who told you, huh?” you ask, accusation clear in your tone. “Tell me.”

Chan glances around, eyes pleading Seungkwan or Vernon for help, but both of them are just as shocked. (Although Vernon looks like he’s holding in laughter.)

“Who told me what?” he finally says.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Lee Chan. I know you did this on purpose to mess with me.”

“What? I--”

“So,” you interrupt. “Who told you I’m allergic to roses?”

#caratlibrary #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #dino scenarios #dino imagines #dino x reader #lee chan scenarios #lee chan imagines #lee chan x reader #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #.100

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newtonsheffield · 2 months

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In this Benedict & Kate AU, how do they meet? How long have they known each other? Does Kate know others in the family? Do they also have to secure Eloise's silence in order to let this work? Or maybe does she suspect something is happening?

Kate and Benedict are friends from Uni and she doesn’t know anyone else in the family except for Anthony who she… spent a very filthy night with a few months ago after he picked her up in a pub. She went home with his phone number and his contact photo a naked selfie from the shower and she never intended to call him. It’s very awkward now, in hindsight.

“Kate.” Anthony said tightly, shaking her hand a hard guilty look in his eyes. “You’ve been together six months?”

Kate swallowed, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “That’s… that’s right.”

“Interesting. I’m sure you’re very happy together.” He looked at her coldly and strode away taking a long swing of his drink as he settled himself back in the corner.

“Don’t be an arsehole!” Ben called at his brother’s back shaking his head. “Sorry, don’t know what’s going on with him.”

Kate kept a smile plastered on her face, forcing a laugh as the rest of the family stared at them and his brother’s odd reaction, “Aha. Kiss me.”

“What?” Ben choked, “we agreed to three kisses.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “Just kiss me.”

She pulled him in by the front of the shirt their lips pressed together and she muttered against them. “I fucked your brother like six weeks ago.”

Ben reeled backwards, his eyes wide. “Anthony is the one who-?! Ugh! Kate!”

“Keep smiling unless you want to blow your own cover!” She hissed, letting him pull her back towards him so they could talk again.

“You’re so… funny!” Ben said loudly before their lips met again and he hissed against them. “For fuck’s sake Kate!”

“Cutie!” Kate chuckled before she kissed him again. “I didn’t know he was your brother did I?! Now he thinks I’m the bitch who cheated on you! And also I never called him back!”

“Jesus Kate!” Ben kept the grin on his face as he kissed her again. “You really need to work on your issues.”

“Excuse me Mr Is Sophie looking?”

“Is she?!”

“I don’t know do I?! We’re pretending to kiss!”

Kate reeled backwards at the sound of a glass shattering in the corner and everyone in the room turned towards Anthony who was staring coldly at her, a shattered glass on the bar in front of him.

“Sorry. I’ll clean it up.”

“This is going to be a long fucking weekend.” Ben sighed.

“You might owe me more than dinner.” Kate hissed.

“You’re the one who got us here!”

“Well stop being related to hot men, Ben! How is this entirely my fault?!”

#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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aiiku · 1 year

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cocoon.

miya osamu x gn reader

word count ~1k

synopsis sharing is caring.

tags pure fluff, university au, established relationship, slice of life.

notes a little warm up with the prompt jumper! wanted to do smth light-hearted and not so deep for once :) uni bf osamu is the dream 😵‍💫

"Is that my jumper?"

With his eyes half-lidded and his mouth flattened into a too-firm line, Osamu's seen you for all of ten seconds and he looks done with you already.

"You mean our jumper?" you ask, trying (and failing) to hide the curve of a cloying smile.

His own pressed-flower lips look soft, pink and inviting despite their downturn; you don't know whether you want to admire the artwork for longer, or slot your own mouth against his and kiss some life back into his petals. You bite the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughter before it arises at the glare he shoots your way.

"My jumper," he emphasises, tugging on the hem that you'd been playing with mindlessly, "that you swore up and down you hadn't seen."

"Maybe we just have the same one," you suggest with a shrug. It's not hard to see through your words, but it's fun to watch him roll his eyes and bat away your hand when you try to hold him. "Come on, don't be like that, 'Samu."

"I turned my whole room over looking for that," he grumbles, walking ahead and making his way to your shared lecture. "Turns out you're a liar and a thief."

"I'm sorry," you giggle, locking both of your hands around his arm before he can pull away. "It's just so comfy!"

"I know," he replies, tugging back on his arm to no avail. "That's why I bought it."

"I'll give it back to you tomorrow." You grin when he finally gives up on pulling his arm away. "Promise."

"That means nothing to me," he scoffs, shaking his head. "Giving me trust issues and shit."

"You're so dramatic, you know that?" You roll your eyes. "Maybe I should just keep it."

"Maybe I should just break up with you, then," he teases, smirking at the bitter scowl that turns your lips.

You want to crush his petal-soft lips to fine, pollen-sized dust.

"You wouldn't dare," you grumble, pinching the skin of his bicep in retaliation.

"Fucking— ow," he hisses, complaining under his breath as you rub a soothing circle over the sore spot. "Definitely breaking up with you now."

"'Do it again,' did you say?"

"Don't you dare." He narrows his eyes at you until you hold your free hand up in surrender. With a quiet huff, your mini feud is over, and you find yourselves already at the door to the lecture hall.

You follow Osamu up the stairs to the seats at the back, settling down and talking since the lesson has yet to start. He tells you about how he had even resorted to digging through Atsumu's cupboard in search of the beloved jumper you're wearing. You snicker at the snarl in his voice when he says his brother had even asked for money before letting him look through the mess.

"You owe me ¥5,000 for putting me through all that, by the way." He shudders, remembering the mouldy food he'd discovered folded between Atsumu's jerseys. If that were to ever get out of Atsumu's cupboard, it would cause worldwide devastation. "¥10,000, actually. He's a pig."

"Do I look like I have that kind of money, 'Samu?"

"Nah, you look dumb," he smirks. "Especially in that ugly sweater."

"Guess I'll just keep this ugly sweater all to myself, then."

"Oi, no, I want it back," he grumbles, pouting at the failed turn of events. "It's not ugly, just doesn't suit you."

It's a lie — and he knows you know it — but the irritated look you shoot him anyway is endearing.

"It looks better on me than it ever did on you," you reply, raising your chin and looking away from him. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you, Miya."

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a boyish grin break out across his face, loud as sunflowers. You're glad the lecture hall is still fairly empty because you don't manage to escape Osamu's teasing hands. He throws an arm around your shoulder to hold you in place whilst his other makes its way to your waist to tickle you.

"'Samu!" you squeak, jumping in his grasp. You're helpless, squirming in his grasp until your knee knocks against your desk. People turn at the sudden noise and you duck away from their curious stares as if you aren't grimacing, clutching your knee like it will fall apart without your hold on it. Osamu snorts as he eases up, watching you rub over the sore spot. When you glare up at him, he blinks, lily-innocent. "I hate you."

"Nah, you don't" — you do just a little at this moment, but you both know the feeling will pass quickly — "come here."

You lean away from him, but he's nothing if not adamant as he springs closer to your side to press a quick kiss to your temple.

His hand replaces your own, and you aren't quite sure how, but the touch feels much more healing when it comes from him. It's unfair, you think, but you won't complain about the sudden warmth that blooms beneath his palm, the peace his nurturing brings about.

His chin digs into the bed of your shoulder when he rests it there, but you ignore the pain in favour of scrunching your nose when he plants another budding kiss on your face.

"You look cute, dumbass," he murmurs, leaning in as if he's going to kiss you once more, lips wind-swept wisps that brush against you. He bites your cheek gently instead. "I still want it back, though."

#miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #osamu x reader #mine #mine.hq

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anincompletelist · 5 months

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fic rec friday: Going Platinum by @cricketnationrise

E | 20k

a Camboy!Alex AU

Henry is going to expire and it’s all Pez’s fault. Pez, their insistence on vodka shots during PowerPoint night in their first year of uni, and a presentation about ethical porn. Henry would eviscerate them, but in the back of his mind he suspects he owes Pez rather a lot for introducing him to the concept of camboys in the first place. He had been perfectly content with the occasional hookup and getting himself off to fantasies of toned arses and lush lips the rest of the time. Henry had never really gotten the point of porn – why slog through mediocre, mostly heterosexual couples when his imagination was more than up to the task? Camboys, though – camboys were a whole other kettle of fish.

#fic recs #my fic recs #rwrb fics #red white and royal blue fanfic #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #this was a JOY to read #and I need more camboy au's IMMEDIATELY #it is a CRIME how few there are #anyway this was amazing please send links if anyone has anything similar #and if you haven't read yet #ENJOY!!!!#fic rec friday

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Modern AU, WWX and his friends are hammered out at a party talking about random shit when the topic of "what you look for in a partner" comes up

And then WWX says he wants someone reliable, strong, resilient and so on

NHS laughs and says "watch LWJ take notes on this rn"

WWX waves a dismissive hand "Lan Zhan doesn't like me like that."

"How come he suddenly likes spicy foods? Right after you said it's a must for any boyfriend you'd ever have?"

"Coincidence."

"And he started drinking your favorite wine?"

"He must've had a revelation."

"Ok here's the deal. When LWJ walks past, say something entirely unhinged and ridiculous as the most important trait for a partner. If he doesn't do it in the next week or so, I'll owe you like... 645$."

"That's very specific, Nie-xiong."

"It's all I have in my savings account, okay? Anyway, if I'm right, you have to buy me 5 bottles of wine."

"Deal."

So LWJ walks past, only slightly tipsy and hears WWX going "my ideal man must be able to skin an avocado with his bare hands! It's proof he's gentle and focused!"

Fast forward the next day at uni LWJ has an avocado for lunch and painstakingly skins it somewhere that WWX can see...

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #original thots #wangxian

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thatfreshi · 2 months

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"Did I Smudge the Scars?" (Uni AU P. 19)

Hello. The long-awaited Halloween party (I know it's almost spring whoops). This took a different turn than I was expecting, but it felt right to me.

TW - alcohol, references to grooming, references to self-harm

When you get to Karlach's dorm, you're met at the door with a lot of scuffling and 'ow!'s, as well as other pathetic hurt sounds.

"Tav, they've been fighting and I can't get them to stop."

A disheveled Gale and Shadow are on the shitty dorm floor, pulling at each other's hair. You glare at your tallest friend.

"Are you... you're serious? As if you aren't literally an athlete?"

She shrugs.

"Well, I'm not going to tell my girlfriend what to do, and I think if I touched Gale he'd fall into tiny pieces. C'mon, please? Just say something to try and get them to break apart?"

The heaviest sigh you've ever let out released from your lungs.

"Hey losers! Astarion and I kissed!"

And as if magically, they stopped clawing at each other. The pale girl is the first to talk.

"What?! And we weren't there?"

She gets off of the artist and fixes her braid.

"Yeah, you guys weren't there because it didn't happen! Karlach's phone call interrupted what was about to be the best kiss of my life, but thanks for getting into another stupid argument that I have to solve for some reason! If I get brought into your bullshit one more time, I swear I will burn this university to the ground."

Gale's eyes go a little wide.

"Can we... at least be outside when you burn it down?"

Your strong gaze doesn't falter, causing him to abandon his lame joke.

"And next time Karlach, please just manhandle her. That's probably what she wants anyways."

You open the dorm door and proceed to slam it, hearing Karlach laugh at her lover.

~~~

The next evening, the seven of you are in Astarion's dorm getting ready for the Halloween party. Shadow and Gale seem to have put their feud away, at least for the night. Your best friend is helping Karlach put on fake horns. You remember her explaining her costume a while ago.

"Listen, I know I'm like super nice! That's why I'm gonna be a demon, because it's like the opposite of me!"

You stare for a while, since your outfit is already put together. Gale catches your gaze lingering for a little too long and gives your shoulder a push, and the two of you laugh a little under your breath.

"Alright, if that amount of eyelash glue doesn't hold those in place I'll give up on makeup forever."

Astarion finishes testing the horns, and they seem to stay in place.

"Tav, come here darling."

You're taken aback, considering your costume was finished first.

"What? Did I smudge the scars?"

Your look for tonight is a scrappy adventurer, something you'd find in a Dungeons and Dragons campaign.

"No no, they're fine my dear."

You sit on the couch beside him, and he grabs his eyeliner.

"If you're going to be some fierce adventurer, your eyes have to stand out at least."

You're not sure if it was just in your head, but it felt like the entire room got silent. He grabs your head and goes to work on his craft.

"You know you have to close your eyes for me to do this properly, right?"

You didn't realize you had been locking eyes with him.

"Right, sorry."

A light chuckle comes from your throat as the cold, black liner hits your skin. After what feels like only a moment in time, he lets go of you, taking in his work.

"Hm, I probably could've done that a little more evenly, but it'll do. Besides, I doubt eyeliner is all that even in the wilderness."

You open your eyes again, and he smirks when you do.

"Well, thanks for making sure I look 'fierce' or whatever."

He smiles.

"Are we all ready to go then?"

You look at a bored Shadowheart, who is unsurprisingly dressed as a sexy nun. Apparently the lovely couple's costumes matched more than you thought.

"Yeah, I think everyone's done getting ready. Gale, you good?"

You're checking on your friend in a shitty cheap wizard costume, who has been intently staring at his phone for the past 20 minutes.

"Yep, ready to go!"

And suddenly his phone is back in his robe pocket, and the air around him dissipates. So, after a long walk to the parking garage, Gale drives you all past GU, onto the rich area outside the city. When you get to the location on the invite, you're all a little baffled.

"Is Halsin secretly a millionaire? Because he should teach us a thing or two about finances in college if so."

Everyone laughs a little at Wyll's quip as the seven of you exit the van. You all decided to get to the party about an hour after it started, leaving plenty of time for things to pick up. Astarion is a little paranoid before you get inside, and you tug at his vampiric blouse sleeve.

"Hey, it's fine. No one has any reason to think you're here. And if it just so happens that someone less than friendly finds you here, then we leave, simple as that."

"Right, of course. No reason to be worried."

He's trying to convince himself, but before you can further reassure him, Halsin meets your group outside the front door.

"Ah, if it isn't Tav and their lovely friends! Please, come in."

"So like... do you own this place? Or like your mom?"

Halsin turns to respond to Karlach.

"Hah! No, not in the slightest. A friend of mine let me borrow the place. He's from a much richer family than I am, and I figured a party should be held in a vast mansion such as this. Anyway, there's plenty of food, beer pong, board games, and plenty of stunning people looking for a fun time."

He winks at Shadowheart playfully.

"I'll be around, let me know if you all need anything. Please though, go have fun!"

Karlach and Shadowheart look at each other knowingly and start eyeing a couple across the room. Wyll and Lae'zel make their way to beer pong, and Gale wanders off to wallflower somewhere, very unlike him. That leaves you and Astarion, gazes skipping around the room.

"Certainly a much larger abode than I expected. Don't get lost in here darling, I can't remember the last time I went to a party that wasn't purely for PR."

Astarion seems excited. The news of his social media blackout seems to be relatively hidden for now, and there's almost a manic sense about him. For once, he's not a model, he's not repping a brand, he's not watching his figure for some shoot, he's just a college kid.

"Well, what do you want to do then?"

"Perhaps go check and see if the punch is spiked?"

There's a little bit of lust on the tip of his tongue, lust for life, and maybe even you. It's hard to tell though. Emotions have been so high as of recent, and Astarion is difficult to read at best.

"Perhaps we shall."

You playfully extend your arm to interlock, and he accepts. There are most definitely whispers as the two of you go across the main room, and you start to wonder if the articles are coming out, if everyone knows. You try desperately not to grab your phone, and succeed, at least for now.

As you two take a sip of unspiked punch, you take in the scenery. It's quite dark, obviously. Halsin and his friends have very intensely decorated the entire first floor, with all eco-friendly and thrifted items as he constantly reminds everyone.

"Hey! You're that ghost lookin' model boy right?!"

Some party-goer yells, who is clearly drunk. Astarion ignores him at first. The random drunk then yells even louder, as if the music was drowning him out.

"He's gonna fucking kill you!"

He perks up after that, making eye contact with the stranger.

"What did you say to me?"

"I said that weirdo is gonna fucking kill you! Szarr or whatever? I mean good on you though, making a cool statement or whatever. I used to date a model that worked under him, and a couple months after we broke up she went 'missing!' Crazy right?! Anyways man, I hope he doesn't kill you because you're a fuckin' looker. Have a good night!"

After the guy walks off, you and Astarion look at each other.

"Did you know about that?"

"I mean, I knew one of the models he used to work with disappeared, but it was never determined what happened. You don't think..."

You put a hand on his.

"Let's not right now. Let's not go down that route right now."

"Right. I think I need this to actually be spiked."

He leans down and grabs a flask out of his boot.

"I didn't know you brought booze."

"Eh, an emergency stock in case they didn't have any here."

You twiddle your hands nervously.

"Just don't get like, drunk drunk, please? I really cannot handle that tonight."

"Dear, you think I can't handle my liquor? How little you must think of me."

He takes a sip of his newly mixed punch, tapping red acrylics on the cheap plastic cup.

"Let's see if our wonderful Wyll and Lae'zel are winning beer pong, shall we?"

It's as if you've seen a new man tonight, overconfidence to mask fear. Of course it concerns you, because he constantly concerns you. You want to reason, to say that he's enjoying some kind of newfound freedom, but this isn't the Astarion you've come to know. He's not the simple dorm room you've come to love, the glasses he won't tell anyone about, the late-night hours spent on reviewing law papers. Something about it makes your stomach sink a little, wondering if this is who he is now, somehow. That maybe-

"Are you coming darling?"

"Of course."

And your lips curl into a smile, one that you find yourself faking the way he does.

"Bullshit! You moved the cup you fool!"

Lae'zel has already started arguing with various frat bros. Her and Wyll are a surprising duo, already wiping out the competition and taking several cups of shitty, watered-down beer.

"Lae, it's fine, be a gracious winner!"

The guys across the table disperse and leave the champions to reset the table, clearly being the sour ones in this situation.

"Well well well, already winning silly little games are we? Might as well start putting money on it."

Lae'zel turns to Astarion.

"As if I would waste my money on chance. Some people have brains around here."

He simply rolls his eyes, and turns his attention to Wyll.

"I'm sure daddy wouldn't feel too good about you being in a place like this."

Wyll mocks him back.

"I'm pretty sure 'daddy' doesn't even care what I'm doing right now."

He then goes to somberly refill the rest of the cups on the table. You push Astarion's shoulder and give him a look that should clearly say 'hey, that was mean, what the fuck are you doing?' but all he does is shrug at you.

"Don't mind him Wyll, his father doesn't care about him either. That makes you even."

Before the three further bicker about parental relationships, you hear a familiar voice off towards the corner of the room.

"Because Gale, I miss having a friend! I miss knowing you were in control of your life, not some stupid professor. And right now? Right now I'm yelling at you, at a party, instead of hanging out with my hot girlfriend and that sexy GU couple we just chatted up."

"As if you haven't been hiding things from me too Shadow."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just saying, maybe there's a reason you picked sexy nun instead of sexy cat this year."

"What does that even mean Gale?"

"Oh, don't think I didn't notice during our little scuffle earlier, your arm?"

Suddenly, she gets very quiet, extremely aware of how many people at the party can hear her and Gale yapping. She then grabs his arm and drags him outside the side door. Your stomach is in knots at this point, because for some reason everything is wrong. Everything was supposed to be right after the blackout. Your friends would all be happy and get along, Astarion would be a free man, you'd finally get that kiss you'd been waiting for, and yet here you are, at some Halloween party hosted by your ex, and everything is just... wrong.

Without thinking, you go to the nearest exit of that room, the staircase. You're trying to block out the loud music at this point, but it feels almost impossible. The closest door is the first on your right and you open it, slamming it behind you. You're met with a large bed, probably belonging to some rich couple. The giant windows are covered with blackout curtains, and the carpet is luscious. Things are quieter in here, except for a soft knock at the door once you sit at the edge of the bed.

"Go away!"

"It's me Tav."

Of course Astarion followed you up here, how inseparable the two of you are.

"C'mon Aster."

When he comes in and quietly shuts the door, your head is in your hands. You feel the mattress move as he sits down next to you.

"I'm sorry."

You wipe at a watery eye, the tears just beginning to come in.

"For what? I'm the one that ran off."

He doesn't say anything at first, pondering how to best word this new thought.

"You- you're the first person who has helped me recognize my own patterns, that when I get scared I have this wall up. I've been feeling it since we sat down and cleared all my socials, this overwhelming feeling, like I'm being hunted to the ends of the Earth. And that fear, it makes me someone I don't like. Especially tonight, being outside of campus for the first time since, I just-"

He cries too, the first time you can remember seeing him cry. You lean on his shoulder. He continues.

"I thought I was ready, and I'm not. I'm not ready to be a normal person right now, a college kid that goes to parties."

You scoff slightly.

"I thought things would be normal too. Like somehow we had fixed everything, ya know?"

"Yeah... I do."

"I would like to find normal though, someday... with you."

He turns toward you, forcing you to pick your head back up.

"What does that mean?"

"It means, I think it's time to admit that this isn't just a close friendship. Not to me at least. And that scares the shit out of me too, just like everything else right now."

"Out of billions of people in the world, you would choose to try and find normal, with me?"

"Yeah, if that's okay?"

He hesitates, fear.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Is that bad, that I don't know? I just know you're different, and special to me, and that's enough to me."

"Well... maybe we can give you some time to find out?"

"Well, could I kiss you then, and maybe I'll learn something?"

You two laugh, quiet enough as to not disturb the room, but loud enough that the two of you feel the happiness radiate. He wipes at a tear and nods. It's different than the first time you met, vastly different, as if you've gotten to know someone entirely new. Although, you're not sure what words could really describe the kiss. Fearful, yet excited? Nervous, yet brave? It's over before you know it though, leaving a little flit in your heart. He interrupts your thoughts.

"We should definitely try that a couple more times."

And so you do, alone in a stranger's bedroom, and for once you forget about the various issues spiraling back at RU, about Gale and Shadowheart hating each other, even about Szarr. There's just this soft time in between, where two barely adults having fun just kissing each other, even if it's only a short moment in time, it's yours forever.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #freshiau

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sinner-as-saint · 2 years

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Wanna Be Yours

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Uni AU)

Run-through: Your best friend has been acting weird, and one night while you’re hanging out like you both usually do, he finally tells you why he’s been acting kind of different lately.

Themes: friends-to-lovers, fluff, smut, soft, car sex

“Hey, Buck.”

You couldn’t even hide the surprise in your tone as you answered his call, well into the evening. You heard him chuckle on the other side.

“Why do you sound surprised?” He asked, his voice deeper on the phone than in real life.

You scoffed, “Because I haven’t seen or heard from you in a whole week. Who ghosts their best friend like this? Seriously, Buck. You even left me alone at the party the other night, I had to hang out with people I don’t necessarily like.”

He was quick to apologise, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I’ll make up for it. Will you let me make up for it? I’ll come get you right now and we’ll grab something to eat and go for a drive, okay? We… I have stuff I need to tell you.”

Just like that, he sounded all soft and sweet like a lost little puppy and you melted. “Asshole.” You muttered. “You’re lucky I miss you so much. Meet me downstairs in 10.”

And just as planned, he was outside your building waiting for you. Leaning against his car, wearing his signature dark jeans and soft sweater - brown tonight. Bucky was your rock ever since day one. Your best friend.

He smiled so big as you approached him, opening his arms waiting for you to walk into them as always. Except you got up close and punched his muscular arm instead, making him hiss in pain. “Ow!”

“Fuck you, first of all. Second of all, do that shit again and I’ll punch you in the mouth.” You spat, walking over to the passenger side and hopped in. Bucky got in right after you, apologising already. But you cut him off, “Food first, you’re paying.” You said, leaning back into the seat, getting comfy as he drove the two of you away from campus.

“Yes ma’am.”

–

Bucky got you your favourites; he had almost all your orders memorised by now. Which was very sweet of him.

After grabbing your food, Bucky drove to that one park you always went to whenever you needed to be away from uni. It was a safe, cosy little park with a little pond - surrounded by pine woods.

It was quite a chilly night so the windows fogged up real quick as you both ate and talked.

“I was worried, Buck.” You told him, “You’ve never done this before, a simple text would suffice, you know? I wouldn’t bother you if you needed your space but I was really worried when you didn’t respond to my messages, you weren’t even showing up to classes.”

He sighed, putting his drink down as he leaned his head back. “I’m sorry. I was… figuring shit out. I needed to be away for a while.”

You put your ice cream down, and turned a little to the side to face him better. “I thought we promised to share the hard stuff. You don’t have to carry it all alone, that’s what friends are for. That’s what I’m for.”

He turned his head to face you, the street lights made his eyes look electric. His face was a little less lively than usual. The bags under his eyes were slightly more prominent, but he was still the pretty boy everyone knew him as. “I know.” He said softly. “I wanted to tell you, trust me. But I was scared, I guess.”

You frowned, “Scared? Of what?”

“What you would think.” He answered.

“Bucky…” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, his sweater warm and soft under your touch. “I would never judge you. No matter what you do. I mean, we’ve seen each other at our worst. It’s fine if you don’t want to share or you-,”

He cut you off quickly, “No, I want to.”

You nodded, “Well then, I’m here. I’m always here.”

Bucky took a deep breath. Exhaled loudly, then said, “I fell in love.”

You couldn’t hold back the gasp which escaped your mouth. “You little shit!” You exclaimed, suddenly excited. “Wait, wait, wait, is it that girl from the library? The one who asked for your number like two weeks ago? No? Oh my god, is it the one you met at the café?” You listed off all the potential girls he could’ve fallen for but Bucky just rolled his eyes.

He frowned, “What- no, no, not them.” He sighed, “Just, someone. And she’s really special. She’s so smart, and funny. She’s hilarious. It’s like, all my problems disappear when I’m around her. She makes even the worst days better just by being there, you know? And beautiful, my God she is beautiful. She captures the attention of everyone whenever she walks into a room, and she doesn’t even know the kind of effect she has on people.” Bucky spoke dreamily.

You sat there, listening.

“She’s like a walking talking daydream. Everything about her is just, so fucking perfect. She’s a bit of a nerd, but she tries to hide it by being sassy and thinks that no one notices how she fangirls over the littlest of things.” Bucky smiled, clearly lovesick.

You had a faint smile on your face as you watched him going on and on about this girl.

“And she was a bit mean too, you know?” He chuckled, “When I first met her, I was slightly intimidated but then she quickly became one of my best friends. Turns out, when she does lower her walls and lets you in, she actually has the kindest, biggest and warmest heart I’ve ever known.”

Your heart pounded at that. Because as far as you knew, Bucky didn’t have any other girl friends. So…

“Bucky, you-,” You started, but he cut you off gently.

“Please let me say it, I’ve been carrying this around for too long. I-It’s driving me insane, she drives me insane. Let me say it, please.” He pleaded.

You nodded, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

Bucky continued, maintaining eye contact, “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and no one’s ever made me this nervous. She is just… so lovely. And I didn’t even realise how much I love her, until I saw her in someone else’s arms recently and the only thought in my head was how badly I wanted to beat the living shit out of the bastard who held my girl instead of me.”

You couldn’t hold the intensity of his stare any longer, not as you thought about how about two weeks ago Bucky began acting weird the moment he saw you and another one of your friends, Steve, hugging.

You laughed nervously, playing with the zipper of your jacket. “She sounds incredible.” You said, then you asked, “Why aren’t you with her right now, then?”

“I am.”

Two words. Two little words and your eyes watered. Bucky sighed from beside you. “Look at me,” He spoke softly, reaching out to take your chin in between his fingers, turning your face towards him. His eyes glanced down at your mouth, and back up to your eyes a couple of times.

The tension was dense, hot and heady. You could hear your heartbeats, echoing in your ears as you looked into his pair of pretty blue eyes. “Bucky…” You whispered, unable to say anything else but his name. Was it a plea, a warning, relief? You didn’t know.

He spoke so softly, “I can’t pretend anymore. I love you, and I can’t keep lying to the both of us. Just, give me a chance. Let me love you.”

You were quiet for a good few seconds, then as you parted your lips to speak, Bucky leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. Your hand instinctively reached up to cup his face, his stubble brushing against your fingertips in a familiar, warm way.

You tilted your head to the side slightly, kissing him properly. Bucky has always been your safe place. And right now this felt safe. This kiss felt warm, and safe.

His hand held you by the chin, keeping you in place as he kissed you deeply, passionately. Sighing and groaning softly against your mouth like he’s been starving for this very moment. “Fuck…” He whimpered quietly against your lips, and the sound of it made your stomach flip. “Come here, I need you closer.” He leaned back into his seat, pulling you onto his lap.

And you shifted over the console, straddling his thighs as you lowered yourself down on his lap. Your arms went around his neck, and his wrapped around your waist, pulling you snug against him.

He gave you a faint, nervous smile. “Hi,” He whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose with yours.

“Hi,” You whispered, smiling down at him as he slowly trailed his hands downwards till they rested at the curve of your butt. You could feel his warmth on your skin even through the material of your skirt, and it made your heart race even more. “So this is why you’ve been missing for a week? You couldn’t have just told me?” You asked, placing your forehead against his.

He placed a soft kiss on your chin before saying, “I was scared, like I said, of what you’d think. I needed to think it through, you know? I couldn’t risk losing you as a friend. Then I saw you with Steve and I just… you know the rest.”

You couldn’t resist teasing him for it, “You got jealous when you saw me hugging Steve, huh?” You asked, smirking.

Bucky pulled you even closer, kissing down your chin as he said, “I did. And he’ll never touch you again.”

You giggled uncontrollable as he kissed down your neck, playfully biting and nibbling on your skin. “Hey!” You exclaimed, contorting and laughing on his lap, “Okay, okay fine! No more hugging Steve.”

Bucky pulled away to look at you, “I want you. I wanna be yours. I’ll be so good to you,” He whispered, one of his hands slipping under your shirt, gently caressing your skin. “I love you, I have since day one and I was just too dumb to see it.” Then he paused for a moment, and asked, “Do you? Love me?”

You smiled, nuzzling his cheek as you said, “I’ve always loved you. I mean, we’ve been friends since day one. You’ve been my best friend for a couple of years now but it’s always felt like more. It’s always been comfortable and safe with you. You’ve just always felt like…” You trailed off, pulling away to look into his eyes, “Like…”

“Home.” He finished your sentence, smiling up at you. “You feel like home too. And I’m so stupid for not saying it earlier. But I love you, so so much.”

Your eyes watered again, “And I love you.”

He smiled brighter than ever as you leaned in to kiss him. Both of his hands found their way under your shirt, pulling at the hem. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away to get rid of your jacket. You threw it somewhere in the backseat before leaning in to kiss Bucky again. Your hands slid into his hair, his hands inched up your back to undo the clasp of your bra.

Given the lack of room for proper movement, and both of your desperation combined, you couldn’t bother taking your shirt off completely, you just lifted it up to your chin, bra and all, baring your breasts to him. The chill in the air made your nipples hard, but so did Bucky’s ravenous stare.

He looked up at you to check in, briefly, before leaning in again and taking one of them in his warm mouth. He moaned, mouth wrapped around one of your tits. Your back arched, giggling and gasping as he teased you, tasted you like he’s been dying to this whole time. You found your hips moving against his, grinding against him. And that got him excited because he nibbled harder on your skin.

You gasped, laughing as he sucked hungrily on your skin, moving up to your collar bones, down to your breasts and back up. Bucky chuckled when you tugged on his hair, pulling his mouth away from your skin. “What? Did I bite your pretty tits too hard, hmm?”

You smiled, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. “Mhmm, stop teasing me.” You whispered, inching closer to him, grounding your hips against his.

He smirked, looking down to where your skirt had inched up your legs, revealing your thighs, “Yeah? You just can’t wait, can you?” He teased.

You playfully bit his lip, making him hiss in pain before he chuckled against your mouth. Then you remembered… “Did you really think I was mean when we first met?” You questioned, smirking down at him.

He laughed, pushing his face against your bare chest and kissing the soft skin between your breasts. “Not mean just… yeah, you know what? You were mean.” He stated, finally looking up at you. “You remember how cold you were to me when I tried talking to you for orientation?”

You let out a little laugh, “That’s because you were flirting with almost everyone! Besides, you were probably the prettiest boy I’d ever seen and you just came up to talk to me. Just like that, with no warning. I panicked.” You explained, remembering the day so vividly.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, smirking like the cocky little shit he was. “So you thought I was pretty?”

You grabbed him by the chin and clarified, “No, I thought you were a shameless player.”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss your neck again. “Well, I’m not. A player, that is. I am, however, very shameless.” He whispered against your skin as his hands slipped under your skirt, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs - making you gasp and whimper quietly as his fingers teased you in between your legs through your underwear.

“Bucky…” You whined as he leaned down to suck on your tits again, more greedy than earlier as he toyed with your wet folds and clit at the same time

“Hmm,” He moaned, lips wrapped around your nipple. He released it with a ‘pop’. “I need you, baby. I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t-,”

Before he could even finish his sentence, your impatient hands were at the zipper of his pants. You paused, fingers toying with the waistband of his underwear, you looked up to his eyes - quietly questioning.

He gave you a lazy smile, eyes hooded with lust. “Go on, baby. Take it out, it’s all yours.” His voice was suddenly deeper than earlier. And only then did you realise that there was a light drizzle outside, which made the air even colder; making you crave his body heat even more.

You lifted off of his lap at the same time as you both lowered his pants and underwear to free his erected cock. You whined breathlessly at the mere sight of it, and Bucky groaned impatiently as he grabbed your hips, pulled your thin underwear to the side and aligned his cock to your entrance before gently lowering you down on him.

You moaned as you slid down his thick cock, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in. “Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss. “You okay, baby? You need a moment?”

You shook your head, no you didn’t need a moment. What you needed was more of him. “Just… move, please, you feel so good.” You whispered, kissing down his chin as he obeyed, and moved.

You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him, bending a little so as to not hit the roof of the car too hard.

“Oh, Buck…” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter.

Bucky threw his head back, grunting at how good you felt, “You had me daydreaming about this wet little cunt, you know?” He let out a strained moan, as he thrust into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “I was thinking about all the ways I’d fill you up once you let me. If it were up to me, I’d always keep you full of me, full of my cock.”

“Damn it, who knew you had such a filthy mouth?” You said, unable to hold back your moans when he placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in time with his thrusts. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, and the feral look in them only made you clench harder around him.

You bit your lip to hold back your moans as he thrust his hips up more into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came so close to coming undone for him. “Bucky…”

“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock, huh?”

You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please, can I come?”

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on, baby. Come all over my cock. Come for me…” Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath. Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling inside you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just rammed his cock in and out of you like an animal.

You caught your breath, wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your head rested on his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“Look at me, baby, look at me.” Bucky murmured, cupping your face in both of his hands as he examined your expression. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You gave him a satiated, lazy smile. “No, Buck. You didn’t hurt me.” You whispered, feeling his cock inside you still as his cum leaked out of you steadily. You chuckled and said, “We made a mess in your car.” You hid your face into the crook of his neck again.

Bucky laughed, kissing your head as he said, “I hope you’re in the mood to make an even bigger mess in the backseat, baby.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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Fuck You Series: Final Part

genre: smut, bit of angst, fluff, band au, uni au, enemies to lovers au, crack, friends with benefits

Pairing: beomgyu x gn reader (afab tho when it comes to smut parts)

warnings: smut, sub!beomgyu, dom!reader, riding, titty sucking, eating out

synopsis: you and Beomgyu are both from infamous rival bands at the same uni, you being the bassist of your band: Blue Moon and Beomgyu being the lead guitarist of his band: Tomorrow x Together. You hate Beomgyu the most though and one night at a party you decide to “teach him a lesson” and become…fuck buddies ??

Word Count: 3k

song of the chapter: yours - maye

Ryujin spits out her tea snorting, “Wait so you’re telling me, he got all weepy, confessed to you drunkenly and then you just dipped?!” Wooyoung begins snickering at this too.

Both of them had stayed the night at yours after you had forced them to abruptly leave the party last night and hadn't explained the reason until now whilst you were having breakfast, well more like brunch.

“What was I supposed to do?!” You retaliate back.

“You know, drunk words are sober thoughts...” Wooyoung puckers his lips into a kiss and adds on sound effects, moving towards you from the opposite side of the table with ryujin laughing.

“Oh shut up, Wooyoung.” Rolling your eyes, you fly your hands in front of his face to get him to stop whatever he was doing.

“I just have a little question though...do you like Choi Beomgyu?” Ryujin takes another sip of her tea, trying to feign innocence whilst also having the most smug look plastered on her face.

They both look at you awaiting an answer.

“Guys...” You roll your eyes but they just keep staring. “Come on, guys.” You protest but they still have their eyebrows raised at you, “Guys?! Really?!”

Did you like Beomgyu?

You’d been racking your brains about it the whole night and hadn't been able to get any sleep over it. Hearing him say that had got you extremely confused and taken aback. Of course, there was the possibility that he really was just drunk and saying anything but for some reason it didn't seem plausible to you.

If you were being a hundred percent, completely, TRULY honest with yourself, you really liked beomgyu’s company and you had missed him like a lot. You forgot how much of a big impact he was on your life a few years ago. Sometimes you’d just use the sex part as an excuse just to see him...sometimes...But that didn't mean you liked him like that. You just missed your old best friend. You didn't think about his absolutely fucking gorgeous face all the time, his silky, soft hair, his cute, deep, brown eyes and really, really nice long eyelashes that reach his cheeks when they’re closed, his cute nose, that weirdly shaped dimple he has whenever he smiles or eats and his pretty fucking lips you wanted to kiss all the time - okay, shit.

Maybe you did just have the tiniest, teeniest, smallest crush on him. If you’d even call that a crush. You’d just get over it though. Maybe you were just really sick right now. You kinda feel like you have a headache...

“Hello? Earth to y/n?” Wooyoung snaps his fingers in front of your face a couple times.

“I don't fucking know! Maybe...” You put your head in your hands, lightly banging your head on the table and groaning. Oh god. fuck, shit. How could this happen?! How is this happening?!?! How could you like Beomgyu?! Beomgyu??!!! BEOMGYU??!!

“You owe me $20.” Ryujin points to wooyoung and he sighs grabbing a twenty from his pocket.

“Did you guys make a bet on me?!” You lift your head off the table.

“Maybe?” Ryujin shrugs sheepishly.

“To be fair, I thought you were in love with Choi Beomgyu too. I just bet for drama.” Wooyoung also shrugs.

“I’m not in love with him!”

“Whatever you say.” Both of them speak in unison.

“LEAVE! THE BOTH OF YOU.”

It had been a week since you last saw or spoke to beomgyu and the day of your uni’s music festival. Jay had hyped you all up and you guys have been preparing nonstop for the big day. A lot was riding on this, if you guys got first place, it was an easy ticket to getting signed and to a big and well known label such as Hybe. It could take years for bands to get signed and to a good label too. You guys could not let the opportunity go because who knows when the next time would be? Most independent bands don’t really become big by themselves. You were a little nervous to say the least. But also pretty excited.

After your band’s turn for their sound check, you could only wait along with the other bands, instrumentalists and vocalists behind the stage for the audience to start coming in.

You guys spot one of what you presumed to be Hybe’s casting agents in the crowd at the back, slick black suit attire, sun glasses and a clip board at hand. They were very intimidating and you all gulped at the sight.

After many boring, bad, mediocre and very few good performances you had to sit through for what felt like an eternity, your band and txt were the only ones left to perform and the only ones people actually came here to watch.

It was your band’s turn first.

All of you walked on the stage with your instruments, plugging it into the amps and testing for a second. Lights flashed down upon on all of you and you could see lots of little people down below, some cheering and roaring and some booing, being txt’s fans.

One of the heads of the music department introduced you guys and before you knew it, your newest track was being performed, Jay counting you guys in by hitting his drumsticks together 4 times and wooyoung starting to sing.

Your fingers glided across the fretboard on one hand and on the other hand, plucking with your two fingers the strings, playing the catchy bassline. After Ryujin’s and Hyunjin’s really incredible guitar solo, it was your turn for your virtuosic bass solo that would make the crowd go “wild” too.

You guys did well. You could tell since the crowd applauded and screamed even louder than you thought was possible and you really think you have a shot of catching the casting agent’s eye.

Once you’re all behind the stage again, the five of you childishly squeal and jump together.

“We did it!” Hyunjin goes to high five all of you.

You feel Ryujin nudging you and you look at the direction she was indicating at to see Beomgyu and his members going up on stage. All of them wearing cool, matching outfits and makeup and Beomgyu somehow looks even more attractive than the last time you saw him but he doesn’t pay you any attention.

All of you decide to go in the actual audience for the last performance and you stand together looking up at the band performing, their fans cheering and your fans booing at them. Soobin was on the drums, Huening kai on the keyboard, Yeonjun on bass, Taehyun with his mic and Beomgyu on the guitar.

Admittedly, they were really good. I mean, you did play with them once, well not yeonjun but the rest and that was actually really fun. But your band were the ones that needed to win this.

There were times during their performance where beomgyu would straight up look you in the eyes and when you prolonged the eye contact, he’d quickly look away from you, taking his attention back on his guitar instead or the rest of the crowd around you but not specifically looking at anyone else in particular.

As expected, once they were finished there was also a big round of applause and cheers. And now you only had to wait until the judges would announce who the winner was.

The judges whisper amongst themselves for a good 10 minutes until they come to a conclusion.

“The band that wins this year’s university music festival is...TOMORROW BY TOGETHER!!” There’s an eruption of cheers and shouts and Beomgyu’s band jumping together.

Oh. You’re not quite sure how to feel. You’re not as upset as you’d thought you’d be but maybe it’s because it hasn’t really sunk in yet. Your chance gone. Who knows when the next chance will be. You look around you at your band and they look incredibly bummed obviously. But jay takes you all to the back where there’s comfy seats and you all sit there in silence for a while and then you all attempt to cheer each one of you up a bit.

“We still did really good.” Jay states, coming back from getting everyone drink cans.

“Yeah that was probably one of our best performances yet!” Wooyoung chimes in.

Hyunjin thanks jay for the drink he hands him, opening it before speaking up too, “Yeah and did you see how many people were there and the reactions to when we finished?!”

“There’ll be so many other opportunities. Why are we acting as if its the end of the world?” Ryujin chuckles a bit before taking a big swig of her drink.

“Yeah and it was really fun just being on the stage and playing.” You agree and all of them hum their agreements too.

Ryujin nudges your shoulder again but it causes you to spill your drink. You give her a murderous glare before you look to where her eyes are occupied at to see beomgyu.

“You should go talk to him you know.”

“What?! Talk to him about what?!”

“Just shut up and go talk to him.” She rolls her eyes and very aggressively shoves you off the sofa in his direction. You give her one last look that says ‘I'm going to fucking kill you’ before approaching him.

“Hey...”

“...Hi. Come to tell me how we didn't deserve to win and that your band was better?” He jokes, awkward tension in the air.

“No actually...I came to congratulate you.” You say mater of factly and give him a look as to say ‘why would you even suggest that?’ when truthfully, you probably would have.

Was that really all you were going to say? What else were you gonna say? What were you supposed to say? Was there something you were supposed to say?

“...And also...I hated you. For like, a really long time, think I just used the part that you ruined the band or whatever as an excuse but actually I hated you because I missed my friend that just left me. And I've been thinking and I don't want you to not be in my life again. I think...maybe...I have...”

Ah, fuck it.

“I really fucking like you Choi Beomgyu! This day was all I should have been thinking about yet the whole time I was just thinking of you! You’re driving me fucking crazy and it’s really annoying actually!”

He stands there, staring at you with his wide eyes, dumbfounded and in disbelief, “Oh.”

“Oh?” You scoff, “Is that all you’re gonna say? I literally just unwillingly confessed to you.”

“Well, you already know how I feel.” He says, referring back to the night at the party when he was drunk. “But I'll say it again anyway, I really fucking liking you too, y/n.” He’s got that annoying, yet endearing goofy smile of his now.

“Great so like...what now?” You scratch at your head.

“Can we just makeout first I’ve been wanting to for ages!”

You laugh at him but give in, pulling him in closer and connecting your mouth to his, plushy lips moving perfectly against yours and making out with him until it’s necessary to breathe. “Well we’ve done platonic, sexual, so let’s add romantic relationship to that list now I guess.” He grins at you.

“Hmm...okay.” You can’t help the contagious grin of his taking up on your face either.

“Y/N!!” Ryujin shouts out your name, charging towards you, slight smirk when she see’s what’s going on, “Get over here right now!”

“Why? What happened?”

“THERE WAS ACTUALLY ANOTHER CASTING AGENT FROM A DIFFERENT LABEL UNDER HYBE AND THEY WANT TO SPEAK TO US!!”

“ARE YOU KIDDING? OH MY GOD.”

She shakes her head, out of breath from running up to you. You look at beomgyu in disbelief and he smiles back at you.

“I gotta go now and speak to this casting agent”

“Okay but after this you’re coming to my place! And then we’re gonna cuddle for hours and I also actually have to still teach you how to cuddle because you for some reason, don't know how to and then we’re also gonna watch a load of movies!” He shouts back whilst you leave.

“Fine but only if I get to pick the movie!”

“What movie...?” He narrows his eyes at you.

“My favourite one.”

“That’s still your favourite film?! Do you know how many times you used to force me to watch that?! Like, fifty times!!”

“And it’ll be fifty one after this day.”

He sighs but gives in.

“Stop teasing me, y/nnn! Just fuck me already!” Beomgyu whines, dramatically throwing his head on the pillow. You were at Beomgyu’s place now after the festival and you’d been teasing him for so long now, just fucking his dick with your hand and at such a painfully slow pace as well. “I’m so horny! We haven’t fucked in like more than a week.”

“God, say please then.” He really did have issues with patientness and you’d probably need to teach him that but not today anyway.

“Pleaseeeeee fuck me.” He pouts.

So you grab his dick and place it at your entrance, sinking down on it and he groans with knitted brows, his hands immediately touching and moving around every expanse of your body and bringing you closer to him. He was so touchy and needy today.

He latches onto one of your tits, kissing and sucking them and playing and groping the other, desperately. Seeing beomgyu suck your tits never fails to make you go absolutely crazy.

“I missed you so much.” He muffles in between doing this and then he lightly drags his teeth over the bud, making you gasp.

“It was a week.” You shake your head and chuckle slightly at him.

“Yeah well, I thought you were never gonna speak to me again. And what? You didn’t miss me at all?” He blinks up at you with his pretty eyes.

“Okay, I admit I did kinda miss you.” You roll your eyes and he smiles after hearing. You grab his chin, pulling it upwards and leaning down to pull him into a messy, rough kiss whilst you ride him and he moans into your mouth.

“Hold my hand.” He whimpers, and you do, squeezing his soft hand tightly, still kissing and fucking him.

You ride him faster and he lets out stuttering moans, continuously with his mouth parted and his long hair, messy and moving with each bounce.

“I’m so close” Beomgyu groans, his own hands grabbing onto your waist and pushing you down to meet his thrusts.

He starts rubbing your clit with one hand, making you throw your head back as you bounce on him and you move your hand upwards to play with his sensitive nipple, knowing he wouldn’t last long and his eyes squeeze tightly shut as he lets out one last pretty moan before you both are sent over the edge together, warm cum filling you to the brim as your own leaked out around his cock.

You’re both panting and laying on the bed when beomgyu suddenly gets up and moves down your body, situating himself between your legs and spreading them.

“Can I…eat you out?”

How the fuck could you say no?

He positions his face in front, looking at your pussy, then looking at you and then returning back to lick a stripe of your pussy slowly and then latches his whole mouth onto your clit, lightly sucking and swirling his tongue around it.

He continues sucking your clit but sloppier and messier and faster and you tug on his hair bringing his face closer and he whines out loud, adding two of his long, pretty, and slender fingers into you, pumping them in and out of you fast and making you moan.

“You’re doing so good.”

He gazes up at you from between your legs, his puppy eyes adorning his face. “I’m your good boy?”

How is he so fucking cute? What the hell.

“Yeah, baby you’re my good boy.”

And he dives right back in more intensely, breath catching as he gently shook his head deeper in your pussy, nose bumping against your clit and he looks up at you through his long eyelashes, eyes big and innocent. You swear you can cum at the sight and you do, bucking your hips again this face as he laps up every drop of your cum.

You gasp when it comes to the plot twist of your favourite movie.

“Why are you acting as if you don’t know literally every line of this god forsaken film?” Beomgyu raises his brow at you, propping his chin on your chest as you both cuddled on the sofa. You abruptly stop holding him in your arms and he starts having a fit, crossing his eyebrows and whining in his deep voice at you.

“Suddenly, I love this movie! It’s my favourite movie ever!…Now will you go back to cuddling me?” You huff, but go back to holding him in your arms.

“So now that we’re in the same company, doesn’t that mean we’re coworkers! We won’t be like rivals anymore and we’ll be in the same building and I get to see you every day!” Gosh, he’s never gonna shush and let you watch the movie will he?

“You’re down bad.” You gag.

“That’s it.” He grabs a pillow next to him, hitting it in your face. “You’re down bad! You just like to act like you’re not but you are! Admit it!” He continues to hit you but you grab another pillow too, pillow fight ensuing.

By now, he’s taken ahold of your pillow as well, no weapon left to protect you and so you surrender.

“Fine, fine! I’m down bad for you!”

“You’re not very romantic are you? I’m reconsidering.” He jokes, getting up.

“Okay, okay come back. I’ll give you a kiss! And I’ll plan and take you out on the most romantic date ever for you I promise.”

That makes him come back.

“It better be so romantic that I cry with tears.”

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a/n: omg it’s the end 😟😟 I'm pretty sad I liked writing this series ty for everyone who stuck around 😭 does it need an epilogue bc I feel like I ended it really badly ??

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