#( i guess this is the perks of going to a small college )

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SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a reputation :p, they’re both rude as shit, crack, all ocs are black coded yeeahhh yeah, awkward meetings, slut-shaming, brief cunninglingus, mention of eviction, smut later yall know tha vibes 

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A/N: short part just stay w me lemme cook... excited 2 write this lets get this shit yall

“W-What do you mean you’re moving?” 

Your roommate and best friend wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close. Tears flooded in your eyes as she whispered the daunting news, your heart cracking in your chest. 

“I’m moving soon, stink.” Too soon, according to her. She’ll be gone by next week. Amaya snickered sadly as she cooed in your temple. “It's for good reason, though.”

Your ears perk, a curious hum vibrating her shoulder. 

“I got that internship— “

All sadness melds into excitement for your favorite person. You leap into her arms with squeals of congratulatory joy, planting smacking kisses all over her squishy cheek. 

“Oh my god! You should’ve said that first, bitch! What the fuck!” You wipe your tears on her hoodie. 

Her laughter rattles through your neck, “I just found out after class! I almost got hit by a fucking bus reading the email.” 

Amaya sets you down, rambles about her new position as a songwriting intern spilling from her like an overfilled glass. Tears of joy flow from you and her as she retells every detail about her acceptance. She’s leaving in a week and a half and going farther than you thought. 

“Girl… you’re really moving to New York?” 

“Only for like… four months, max. But yeah… Boutta be on BET come next year— “

“Maya.” 

“Hm?”

“… I can’t pay rent by myself,” you whisper, cringing and embarrassed. 

You hate to ruin her moment, but you’re concerned; Living off campus isn’t cheap and moving in the middle of the semester is less than ideal. It’d be a fucking hassle, and — to be frank — you’re not a people person. 

People like having you around because you’re fun, sure. But your reputation isn’t what you hoped for it to be when you moved out of your dad’s place for school. You wanted to be recognized for your creativity, and while your professors never hesitated to praise your talents, your peers failed to see past the status that was placed upon you. 

Frankly, you’re deemed as a dumb whore, especially after your falling out with one of the campuses best softball pitchers. 

It wasn’t even your fault. One raunchy snap to the wrong person and people think you live for sex and sex only! Just when you think everyone is over slut-shaming… 

“You thought I was gonna leave you to fend for yourself? Guess what I did.” 

Oh God. “What?” 

She twiddles her fingers together villainously, “I may or may not have set up an application on the student homepage— “

The small glimmer of hope washes away, shoulders dropping, fingers coming up to massage your temples.  

“Maya…” You exhale, trying to keep calm, “You know those things don’t fucking work!” 

Roommate compatibility is a fucking scam. No one ever notes how they actually are in the application. You think you’ve found someone that’s clean, quiet, stays out of your space without permission and the next day you find dead roaches under your couch. College attendees have no idea what bleach is and it makes you sick. 

“Damn… you’re usually optimistic.” 

“I’m optimistic about good ideas. I’m gonna be living with a fucking freak from Craigslist, thanks a lot.” 

“C’mooon! You’ll be fine, babe, trust me.” Amaya wraps her arms around your neck once more, wetly smacking your cheek before turning to paddle to her room. “Plus, you’ll meet someone new!”

When you don't follow, she spins. She must’ve noticed your impassiveness, poutingly asking to help me pack? Tears overwhelm your ducts once more, quietly taking her extended hand as she leads you to her bedroom. 

DAY ONE of roommate searching began, and you were already prepared to move back in with your dad. Amaya had enough time to orchestrate the housing agreement with you, making sure to highlight some of your most important characteristics in a roommate. One of the main ones being cleanliness. Some form of organization. 

DAY TWO was easier… Someone finally made it to the in-person interview stage. They didn’t make it far, though; They wouldn’t stop smacking their gum and it drove you crazy. Back to square one. 

DAY SIX came around and you were losing hope; Why are frat boys applying to live with you? You’d rather jump into oncoming traffic than house with any of Abby’s annoying, dirty friends. You've seen their house on numerous occasions and it never fails to make your skin crawl. 

It’s DAY THIRTEEN, and Amaya’s gone. After the sobbing fit with your best friend at the airport earlier, you got back to work. 

DENY REQUEST. 

…

DENY REQUEST. 

…

DENY REQUEST. 

You sigh in exhaustion and lean back in your chair. If you don't take a break from your screen in the next five seconds, your eyes will bleed. 

Why are people… so odd? 

The number of applications you’ve had to deny in the last week is criminal; Why are cis-het men continuously filling out applications knowing they’re not welcome in your space?! 

Even the people that made it to the in-person interview stage are incapable of being… not strange. You’d rather die than live with someone who collects dead maggots in mason jars (yes, you did almost call the police when they described their fascination with death in depth)!

All you need is one fruitful application with an identity to match! Just one. 

Amaya still calls from New York whenever she has a moment of peace to see how the roomie-search is going, but you can’t ignore the sadness that fills your heart every time she misses a call. Her laughter is gone, and your day-to-day life feels empty. 

They’re already working your bestie to the bone; You hope she can feel your encouragement from thousands of miles away. 

You scroll and click, scroll and click, scroll and deny deny deny until you pause, your eyes skimming over the application with a familiar name. 

ELLIE WILLIAMS. 

Ellie from stats, you instantly recognize. Curiosity perks and your brows furrow, sipping lukewarm tea as you skim over her contact information, her pet preferences, all the way down to her additional commentary. A snicker left at her blunt statement. 

temporary request. my last roommate moved and i’m poor. just waiting on this job approval. 

… Ellie in a nutshell. How relatable.

At least she’s not a complete stranger. Every interaction with her stirs in your mind as you jot her number down on a lone sticky-note. They were nothing special from your perspective: the two of you exchanging notes, her holding the door open as everyone scurried out of class, you asking for a pencil (and her asking for it back after the lecture), and you can’t help but wonder why she would want to apply to share a space with anyone, let alone you. 

She's only ever been described as standoffish by your peers. From the outside, Ellie’s blank. Flat tone, flat expression, plain appearance, and the fact that you never know what she’s thinking is unsettling. You’re thrown off your game whenever she’s near and you hate it. 

But the spot is temporary; Amaya will be back in a couple of months, and it seems Ellie’s leaving sometime soon by her small note. 

You down the rest of your tea and stretch where you sit, pondering. Trying to imagine Ellie in your space.

“I don’t know why I can’t take Maya’s spot. I’d make an excellent roommate.” 

Your expression flattens, glare piercing through your good friend. 

Abby scoffs, “C’mooon! I mind my business...” She pauses, leaning across the table, nearly knocking your coffee over. Her whispers send a shock down your spine, “…and I give good head. I’m a package deal.” 

A brow raises. Abby’s sweeter than candy and she puts it down, but you already made the mistake of living with someone you fucked before, and you vowed to never do it again. If Amaya hadn’t given you a place to stay after the blow up between you and your ball-throwing sneaky link, you’re not sure where you'd be. Definitely not a student; The stress would’ve forced you to collapse. And drop out. 

“Sorry, stink. Not happening.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Whatever.” She takes a sip from her drink, “Can’t believe you’d let that freak in before me.” 

You pause. “You’re a freak, too— “

“I’m the good kind!” She searches like someone’s watching her, voice dropping to a whisper, “Ellie’s fucking weird, dude. When’s the last time you’ve seen her interact with anyone? A literal fucking NPC. All she’s programmed to do is stand and look.” 

“And give out pencils,” You interject with a snicker, “Who cares. I don’t like most of the idiots here, either. I barely put up with your ass.” 

Abby raises her glove-covered palms in surrender, “Fuck it. When I see an alert about a missing student, I’ll know who it is.” 

“You’re so fucking extra— “

DING!

Your neck cranes towards the opening cafe door, shock surging through your body at the sight of the NPC in question. Ellie silently stands at the back of the line, headphones secured on her head and nose red from the cold, classically bored expression plastered on her face. 

“Oh, this is hilarious,” Abby huffs, “Go greet your new housemate.” 

Another glare is sent in her direction, “Can you shut up? Her name’s not on any lease. I barely talked to her.”  

“Do it now, then. Triple dog dare you.” Abby smirks behind her cup. 

You sigh and raise from your seat, “You’re a cunt.” 

“The wettest. Go.” 

You flick her forehead before making your way over to Ellie, who’s mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Her sniffles get louder with each step you take, metal music blasting through her speakers. 

You tap her shoulder and she jumps, sliding one of her ear cups over to hear. 

“Hey, Ellie,” you smile politely. 

“… Sup,” she mutters hoarsely, turning her body towards you, eyes filled with… nothing. Expected. 

Silence passes, and you fill it, “I got your app yesterday. Just wanted to come and introduce myself.” 

“Alright.” 

More silence. You can see Abby out the corner of your eye, mockingly swiping her tongue between her index and middle finger. You flush and stutter, and Ellie’s staring like you have two heads. 

“I, uh… yeah. I’ve been having interviews with some people that submitted a form. You free sometime this week?” 

“Uhh…” She glances down at her phone. “Yeah. Around five tomorrow.” 

More silence. Fuck, this is awkward. 

“… Cool.” You pull your phone out and text her saved number, the alarm ringing from her phone. “That’s me. Just call before you stop by.” 

She nods and turns her back to you, cranking her music to full volume. You gawkily shuffle where you stand before hustling back to your table, Abby cackling to herself. You plop down and kick her under the table, but she laughs harder. 

“What’d I say!” 

“Not a thing,” You hiss, “She’s just a little awkward. It’s not that serious.” 

“Oh, yeah.” 

“Oh yeah what.” 

“She’s definitely your fucking housemate.” She tsks in disappointment before a smirk appears, her eyes darkening. “Can I eat it one last time before she moves in?” 

A jolt surges in your tummy, your hand closing into a fist. You kick her again and she giggles. 

Time passes as you and Abby’s conversation carries on like normal. Another ding rings through the coffee shop after some time, and you watch Ellie’s backpack bounce as she rushes down the sidewalk; Abby’s rambles about a soccer player she’s trying to smash sound like gibberish. 

Ellie has a Spider-Man charm and laminated polaroid latched onto her zipper. 

… Cute. 

You’re going to fail statistics over a random.

Your professor’s voice sounds like white noise; Every pause she takes is used as an opportunity to sneak glances at Ellie. None of your notes are useful; The doodles and sloppy scribbles are solidifying that incoming F, for sure. Only fifteen minutes until you’re out of here. 

She’s two seats down from you, jotting down whatever she deems necessary for the midterm. You didn’t even register her answering the professor’s question, her rosy lips curving around her teeth with each syllable. 

Ellie blinks slowly, twice, three times before her eyes lock with yours, brows furrowed, evidently confused at your gawking. 

Your stomach drops with your gaze, fingers curled tightly around your pencil. 

The lecture finally comes to a close as your thoughts flurry, wordlessly shoving your books into your bag. A light tap on your shoulder yanks your attention. 

Ellie stands before you, puffer cinched under the bands of her backpack and cheeks just as rosy as before. 

“Hey. Can we switch the time?” 

“Huh?” Don’t stare, don’t stare. 

She sighs, “The time for the interview. Can we change it?” 

You blink dumbly, “Uh… sure. To what time?” 

Agitation creases her brows. “Now. Something came up and I can’t miss it.” She pauses, eyes flicking awkwardly around the room, weakly adding, “If that’s okay.” 

“Um… yeah, no problem…” You peer at the clock on the wall, “You want a coffee?” 

A slight wince from her. “… Yup.” 

She clearly doesn’t by the way her fingers are anxiously tapping on her thigh, but you nod nonetheless, hurriedly grabbing your belongings and leading her down to the student lounge. 

“I don’t want you thinking this interview is one-sided,” You pray your gentle smile is calming the evident nerves of the freckled girl. “You can ask me anything you want, as well. If you have any concerns, any questions, shoot.” 

Ellie’s eyes are glued to her coffee cup, but her head bobs, expression void. Silence simmers between you. 

“I usually start these off with an icebreaker to get the jitters out! Just list three facts about yourself and I’ll follow.” 

Ellie’s lone hand comes up to scratch underneath her ear before meeting your gaze. Her eyes are so pretty; Too bad there’s nothing behind them. 

“Or I can go, sure, so!” Your hands clap together, “I’ll start with myself. I’m majoring in graphic design, I’m secretly a theater nerd, and I dream about owning an eggplant farm.” 

The girl before you clearly didn't expect that last statement. Her brows crease and the corner of her lip arches upward in a barely-there smile. Foreign to her face. 

“That’s not a fact,” She mutters, the shell in her pupils cracking. Just slightly. 

“Who cares, I love eggplant. Best vegetable by a landslide.” 

“Sike.” 

You scoff in disbelief, “What?” 

“Everybody on the planet knows that squash is god-tier— “

You squint, “Squash? Are you deadass?”

“It’s fucking versatile!” Ellie’s voice pitches higher, and your grin widens, “You can put it in everything and you don’t have to do much. Eggplant sucks up everything in the pan and still comes out soggy and tasteless— “

Choked laughter leaves your mouth, “If you don’t know how to cook, just say that.” 

Her mouth drops in exaggerated shock. “I know how to fuckin’ cook.” 

“Right.” 

“I do, what the he— “

“Fun fact about Ellie: she can’t cook!” You kiddingly sneer. She chuckles and shakes her head, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. You almost miss her statement, “I take pictures.” 

“Hm?” 

“I wanna be a professional photographer... At some point. I take pic— “

Ellie’s phone vibrates on the table and she leaps into action, snatching her bag from beside her and standing from her seat. 

“Wait— “

“I gotta go,” She mutters as she straps her bag around her shoulders. “Sorry. See you later.” 

Ellie throws some bills on the table before dipping, her phone pressed against her ear, rambling about making time. She barely touched her coffee. 

Could’ve been worse, you utter to yourself. 

Days pass, and you don’t hear from Ellie. 

When you saw her in stats two days after the interview, she hardly acknowledged you, morphing into the hermit that you knew her to be. You noted how tired she looked, though. You would’ve asked if she were okay if she hadn’t run out of class without a word. 

You’re weighing your options: allowing a random oddball into your apartment, or allowing a random oddball who hates eggplant into your apartment. Rent is due next week, and Amaya’s space is still vacant. 

At this point, the roster is almost nonexistent, and Ellie was the least concerning candidate. Despite Abby’s concern, she doesn’t seem like the type of person to bury dead bodies in the front lawn. 

“I dunno, friend. She’s a little weird. Getting mad incel vibes from her.” 

Your eyes roll back into your skull as you munch on cashews, “You’re getting vibes from someone you never talked to. She seemed cool at the interview.” 

“Yeah, 'cause vegetable debates are so note-worthy,” Amaya scoffs. 

She’s starting to sound a little too much like Abby, “I think y’all are forgetting that this is a temporary solution. I’m not tryna spend the rest of my fucking life with her! I need rent paid and she needs a place to stay for a few months.” 

Your best friend’s sigh drags through the line, “Alright… It seems like you made up your mind.” 

“Like I said, rent is due. I don’t have many options.” 

“Stop stressing. You found my replacement, apparently.” 

She pauses before hollering, “BITCH, IT’S SATURDAY! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU INSIDE? WHERE’S ABBY?” 

“Out smashing soccer players.” You huff. 

“Damn… My fault.” 

“I’m chilling. I just need head.” 

“Go out! Find somebody!” 

You groan, “Then I’ll have to shave— “

“Nair exists, you bonehead! Just go! You keep calling in a bad mood and it’s getting on my nerves!” 

You ponder and glance at your digital clock. It’s not even ten… Abby did tell you that Kappa was throwing.

“I can hear the engines turning in your big head. Bye.” 

Laughter explodes from you at the dial tone. 

“Hey, Siri… call Abby.” 

“CALLING ABBY BIG DICK SLUT— “

Tonight has been a blur since you left your apartment. 

You remember making it halfway through Blam Boom before your speaker died, downing your last couple of shots of 1800, and Ubering to the location Abby pinged. 

It only took a few minutes for her to scoop you up onto the packed kitchen counter and shove her tongue in your mouth. One shout of I’m horny from you and she was yours for the rest of the night. 

Now you’re pressed up against some bathroom sink upstairs, Abby’s head shaking between your legs, your jeans and underwear flung onto the shower rail. Each flick of her tongue is both clumsy and precise, applying pressure exactly where you need it. 

Your clit’s throbbing under her tongue, the muscle igniting the flame in your tummy as your climax builds, zaps in your spine. Cries of her name meld with the booming music from outside, the walls rattling like nerves in your toes. 

Abby’s gorgeous under you, you know it, the drunk part of your brain knows it, your desperate cunt knows it, but you’re no longer thinking about her compared to earlier. Your mind is elsewhere, somewhere it shouldn’t be. 

You’re thinking of freckles. Green eyes instead of blue. Chapped, rosy lips, and you don’t know why. But you succumb to it. Ellie’s trapped underneath your eyelids, crowding your senses, your empty head suddenly full of images of her in any way you could conjure. 

Your orgasm shatters you, but you’re silent, trembling hand glued over your mouth as Abby groans in your cunt. She’s a doll, easing you back down to earth, dragging your underwear and pants up your shaky legs and getting you back home safely. 

When you’re showered and your teeth are brushed, she tucks you in, gently kissing your forehead. You beg her to stay with you, but she declines with I know how you get before silently departing. 

Your phone is squeezed between your fingers after minutes of trying to sleep, eyeing Ellie’s saved contact until darkness overtakes you. 

The pounding on your door is worse than the ones from inside your skull. Fuck Tequila, from the bottom of your heart. Waves of nausea crash over you with every waddle, hobbling your hunched form over to yank the front door open. 

A bored Ellie stands in front of you, a large camera and headphones hanging from her neck, seemingly cozy in her sweater and puffer, large duffel bags packed to the brim with clothes dangling from her shoulders. Your cheeks warm instantly. Gray sweats, gray sweats—

“I’m here,” She states plainly. 

“… Why?” You croak.

Ellie’s seems just as confused as you, her eyes piercing as if her appearance is obvious. 

“To move in.” 

“… Why?”

Ellie sighs and snags her phone from her jacket pocket, swiping a few times before nearly blinding you with her screen. 

Your jaw nearly hits the floor. When the fuck did you send that? 

“So, I’m here,” she slips her device back in her pocket. “Which room am I in?” 

“E-Ellie, uh… there's been a mis— “

“Look,” she holds her pale, veiny hands up. “I don’t wanna beat around the bush anymore. I got evicted and I need a place to stay until I secure this job. I’m willing to put down whatever’s needed for rent but I don’t have time to bullshit.” 

Ellie proceeds, sarcasm slipping, “Respectfully.” 

She pushes past your stunned form, bags accidentally brushing against your bare legs. You can't even move to stop her; You merely watch Ellie shuffle to inspect the living room, the small kitchen, pausing in front of the abstract painting you made for your dad before eventually moving down the hall and into Amaya’s empty space. How the fuck did she get in the building, anyway?

Your deer-like eyes lock with her void, mossy ones as she peers over her shoulder. 

“I still have some stuff to pick up. Please leave my key under the mat if you go somewhere.” 

Before she enters the empty room next to yours, you hear her gruffly say, “Leave the lease on the table so I can sign it, too.”

Amaya’s — Ellie’s door slams shut seconds later, the soft click of the door locking follows suit. 

…

What the fuck just happened. Gall almost surpasses your anger. The audacity...

For the first time, you’re grateful that your shift is in two hours. You need to get the fuck out of here before you cause a scene and catch a case. 

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Something Borrowed

➪the one where you and jake run into his ex at a friends wedding.

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), fingering, public smut, swearing, dirty talk, insecurities, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, car sex, a real bitchy ex

Word Count: 6k - last post got deleted or something :( idk where it went

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When Jake asked you to be his plus one to his old college friends wedding, you were ecstatic 

Not only was it an excuse to show off how ridiculously hot your boyfriend of three years is, it was also the opportunity to see him in a suit all night. While he looked Godly in his flight suit and uniforms, seeing him in something different but equally as formal was always a treat. 

You had bought - actually Jake insisted he buy you - a new dress that went well with his tux. While it was all black with a white button up, your dress was a champagne color that was just the right amount of contrast and went well with the ‘fine wining’ theme. 

Yeah, you two were that couple.

You didn’t get the opportunity to dress up very often with how hectic both yours and Jake’s schedules are, with date nights being something simple like takeout and a movie or a stroll around the beach that often ended up with you and him jumping each other in the shower when you were supposed to be ridding yourselves of the sand. 

So when he asked you to tag along, you agreed right away. 

But he failed to inform you that his ex-girlfriend would also be there. 

To be fair, he had no idea that she was going to be there, but he probably could’ve guessed since she was also a friend of Trent, the Groom himself, and his wife-to-be, Gemma. 

You were sitting at the table assigned to you, Jake and a few others during the reception part of the wedding when Trent came up to you. He looked a bit tipsy, but that was to be expected. “Hey, man! Thanks for coming,”

Jake’s arms were secured around your middle, your back pressed right up against his front since he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself after watching you walk out of your shared room a few hours ago in the same dress you’re wearing now. “Hey, Trent,” he greets, taking his eyes off you for the first time since you sat down at the table. “Congrats, buddy.”

“Thanks,” Trent grins, holding up his left hand and showing off the silver wedding band. “This is gonna take some getting used to.”

Jake shakes his head and teases the skin of your thigh with the tips of his fingers. This dress was probably your favorite thing you own, and the long slit on the left leg area was definitely Jake’s favorite part of it. “I’m sure you’ll manage,” 

Trent grinned down at the two of you before leaning in and muttering, “Hey, have you seen Mara yet?”

Your ears perked up at that, the name being somewhat familiar to you and definitely to Jake. “Mara?” He questioned, quirking a brow and glancing at you. “Why would I have seen her?” 

“‘Cause she’s here, man,” Trent answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. 

Jake’s smile faded a bit and he tightened his arm around you. “She’s…here?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, even though you tried meeting his eyes. “As in…here, here?”

“Uh, yeah,” Trent laughed as he reached over and tugged Gemma away from a conversation with a few other guests. “We kept in contact with her after the two of you broke up.”

Gemma lifted a brow in confusion before she nodded, “Mara? Oh, yeah, she’s around here somewhere,” then she looked at you with barely-hidden concern. “I hope this won’t be awkward for you.”

You wave her off with a small smile as you drape your arm around Jake’s shoulders. “It shouldn’t be,” you assure both the newly-weds as well as Jake, who gave you a cautious look. “I’ll be civil if we see her, I promise.”

Jake nodded then leaned in to press a kiss to your neck. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t know she’d be here.”

Jake had been yours for the last three years, Mara was a long way back in his past. Really, you had nothing to be concerned or worried about at all. “It’s okay, baby, really,” you say and kiss his cheek. “Totally fine.”

He nods, his fingers going back to tracing random shapes onto your thigh as Trent and Gemma walk away. “There’s a lot of people here, anyway,” he said. “We might not even see her at all.” 

One could only hope you wanted to say but didn’t. Instead you just smile at him and run your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Maybe,”

Jake finished off his drink and set it down before gently gripping the back of your neck and bringing your mouth down to meet his. Your lips connected in a searing yet chaste kiss before he pulled away and smirked at the smudge of lipstick on your chin. He wipes it away with his thumb and leans in to ask, “Dance with me?”

You grin, “As long as I can lead,”

He scoffed as you stood up. “Please,” he murmured as he took your hand in his after standing up as well. “I always lead.”

You hold back a smirk as he guides you towards the middle of the room. “I know,” you whine, resting your other hand on his shoulder when he stops and pulls your body close to his. “It’s not fair.”

“Oh, it’s fair,” he replied as his free arm reached down to wrap around your waist. “You’re a terrible dancer, baby.”

You gasp, “Hey! I thought my dance moves were what made you ask me out,”

“They were,” he confirmed, pulling your body up against his. “I remember the first time I ever saw you dancing. It was at that awful excuse of a dive bar downtown, and some dumb remix was playing. Then there you were. You didn’t care that you couldn’t keep up with the beat, and definitely didn’t care about all the people staring at you because of it. I knew then that I wanted you and that I had to have you.”

You blush at the memory. “And look at us now,”

“Look at us now,” he repeated, glancing around the room discreetly before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “I get to go home with the prettiest and most perfect girl here.”

Your blush deepens as you lean up to brush your lips against his. “You’ve always been such a flirt, Seresin,” you tell him, pressing a proper kiss to his mouth afterwards. “But it’s the reason why I said yes when you asked me out that night at that terrible dive bar.”

“You sent a lot of sad guys away that night,” he reminisced. “Almost made me too nervous to try out my own luck with you.”

“I’m glad you did,” you mumble before kissing him again, this time more deeply. It was a pretty intense kiss to be shared in public, but Jake was all about PDA with you, and he couldn’t care less about being told to ‘get a room’ when those fuckers had no idea what it was like to be with you. 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he murmured and kissed you again.

Your heart always skipped a beat when he called you sweetheart, and he knew it, too. You were convinced your reaction to it is the main reason he called you it, the cheeky fucker. 

Jake’s hands slid further down your body, but before they could get past your lower back, a voice said, “Jake? Is that really you?” 

It had you pulling away from him and looking to your left, where you see a tall brunette standing there with a wide grin on her face, her white teeth on full display. 

Jake, too, looked over at her, and when they met eyes, she beamed, “Oh, my God, it really is you!” A laugh escaped her lips as she leaned in and pulled him in for a hug. “It’s been so long.”

“Mara,” Jake greeted as he wrapped one arm around her, his other keeping you close to him. “Yeah, I guess it’s been a while, huh?” 

“Too long, in my opinion, we used to be friends,” she teased and pulled away before looking over at you. “Hi! I’m Mara.”

“Y/n,” you say as Jake wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. 

“God, you’re pretty,” Mara compliments as she looks between you and Jake. “Are you two...”

“Together,” he finished her sentence, making you smile up at him as her own faded just a bit. “Yeah.”

Mara nodded and sipped on her wine glass. “I can see why,” she observed, looking you up and down. “You two make a great pairing. So unlike him and I. We were so bad for each other.”

She ended it with a laugh, making your brows furrow as you tried to hold back a scoff. “We don’t need to get into that,” Jake tried to change the subject, his hand running up and down your back in a comforting manner. “It’s Trent’s wedding, after all.”

“Oh, of course,” Mara waved him off then looked over at you. “I love weddings. They’re so romantic.”

“I have to agree with you there,” you reply and look around at the pretty flowers and decorations. “It’s a beautiful venue.”

“You should’ve seen the one Jake and I were looking at when we were together,” she said nonchalantly and sipped more of the wine. 

“Oh? Um,” you trail off and look up at your boyfriend who had his brows drawn together in confusion and irritation. 

“Oh, don’t worry, we weren’t engaged or anything like that,” Mara added. “Just wanted to see what the options were if the time came, you know?”

You hesitantly nod, growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. “Right,”

Mara smiled then quickly said, “Oh! He’s like my ‘something borrowed’!”

Jake stuttered out a laugh of disbelief. “Your what?”

“I had him first, and now you do, so it’s like you’re borrowing him from me,” she answered, and you weren’t sure if she was joking or being completely serious. 

Jake’s eyes widened as he moved you away from her. “I don’t think that’s true,” he said. “I’m very happy with Y/n here, and she’s not borrowing me from anyone. We’re each others.”

Mara nodded with wide eyes as she raised her hands in defense. “Right, of course,” 

Your smile was gone now and Jake must’ve sensed that you were growing more annoyed by the minute as he moved to rest his hand on the small of your back. “Well, we better go finish off dessert,” he tried to end the conversation. “Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

“Have at it,” she responded and you felt her eyes on you as Jake guided you back towards the table.

“She just totally interrupted our moment,” you pouted and Jake pouted back at you as he raised his free hand and tugged at your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“How will we ever survive?” He teased as he pulled out your chair for you. 

You sit down and glance back at the brown haired girl who was still looking in your direction. “Your ex is kind of fucking weird,” you say and he laughs as he sits next to you and drapes his arm across the back of your chair. 

“It’s easy for my girlfriend to say that about my ex,” he pointed out and glanced back at her. “She wasn’t that weird when we were together, which was a long time ago.” 

He was clearly trying to reassure you, and you could appreciate it to an extent. “She’s pretty,” but still, you were quite stubborn. 

Jake leaned in and kissed your cheek, making you look back over at his forest green eyes. “Is she? I wasn’t paying attention as I was far too busy looking at my sexy and drop dead gorgeous date,”

You blush and feel your insecurities disappear at his words. “That’s a good response,” you mumble and the two of you share a knowing look before he grabs the fork from off the table and begins feeding you pieces of the lemon flavored cake.

An hour or so later, you were pressed against the wall of the hallway that was next to the room the wedding was being held in with Jake standing in front of you. His lips were on yours as he pressed his front against your chest and softly ground his hips against your own. 

Your moans were lost to his mouth as he pressed you harder against the wall, his tongue poking out to run along your lips. “You taste so good,” he rasped, the faint remnants of lemon cake coating his taste buds. “Sweetest fucking thing, aren’t you?”

His words go right through you and you grip his biceps tightly as he begins placing kisses to your neck and shoulders. “Jake,” you moan and tilt your head back. “I want you so bad, fuck.”

“Yeah?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice and the image of it that flashed through your mind had you whining quietly. “You want me right here? Want me to take you right here in this hallway?”

You nod frantically as you grip his hair. “I want it,”

Jake reached down and ran his hand up your exposed thigh through the slit in your dress. “Look at what you’re wearing,” he teased, pushing the fabric further up your body. “It’d be so easy for me to fuck you in this dress. No one would even know.”

You moan loudly and watch as he sinks to his knees and pulls down your white lace panties with him. “Jake,” you gasp as he places a kiss on your inner thigh. You look around the empty hallway with excitement evident in your eyes, and Jake caught onto it almost instantly. 

“You’d love to get caught, huh?” He mocked as he ran the tip of his index finger along your slit before sinking it into your wet core. “Love to have someone see how fucking needy we are for each other.”

“Baby,” you whimper as he leans in and circles your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, God. Jake.”

Just as you reached down to grab hold of his hair, the sound of someone calling for Jake had him pulling away from you. “Jake?” The person called again as he stood up and helped you fix your dress. “Jake..oh, there you are.”

You wanted to roll your eyes as Mara left the room and stepped into the hallway with you and Jake. “Here I am,” he said and moved to stand halfway behind you in an attempt to hide his obvious erection. “Did you need something?”

“Oh, Trent asked me if I knew where you were since he hadn’t seen you for a while now,” she explained and you crossed your arms as you stared at her. “I offered to go look for you since he’s had a few drinks now and is well past the point of being able to see clearly.”

Jake nodded and adjusted himself in his dress pants before stepping around you. “Do you know what he wants?” He asked as he took your hand in his. 

“No idea,” Mara answered as she avoided looking at you and instead kept her eyes on Jake. “Better go find out.”

It sounded like she was trying to get him to leave you and go with her, but she was out of her fucking mind if she thought he was going to leave you out in the hall while he went off with his ex. “Oh, okay,” he trailed off. “Thanks.”

Then he was pulling you with him as he entered the room again, missing the brief look of annoyance that flashed across her face, but you definitely didn’t. 

After a quick conversation with Trent that ended with the two men saying goodbye and setting up a date to grab a beer together, Jake pulled you with him towards the exit of the building. 

Your body was on fire and was aching for him in every way, and the moment you had with him in the hall felt like a massive tease. You wanted him so badly, you were practically drooling as Jake hauled you to his truck and pulled you onto his lap in the driver’s seat. 

The dark parking lot of the venue was pretty much empty by now, with the exception of a few cars here and there. You and Jake could fuck right in the abandoned lot without anyone seeing you, and you were so desperate that you were sure you couldn’t wait until you got home.

“I swear,” you mutter as you loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. “If we get interrupted again, I’ll scream, and I only want you to make me do that.”

Jake huffed out a laugh and pulled your dress up and bunched it around your waist. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled as he gripped your hips and rocked your core against his thigh. “You’re all worked up too, huh?”

You moan and nod quickly, forgetting about your task of ridding him of his shirt and instead gripping his shoulders as you ground yourself against him. “Oh, fuck, Jake,” you whine as he helped guide your frantic movements. “I need you so bad, please. Please.”

Jake leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to your mouth that you quickly reciprocated. “You need me to make you come, baby? You want to come right on my thigh?” 

You nod again and tilt your head back as he kisses along your neck, his finger pulling at the thin straps of your dress and pulling them down your shoulders. “I want it so bad, Jake,” you whimper as you drag your core against his thigh. “I want you so bad, it’s driving me crazy.”

Jake groaned when your hand reached between your bodies and brushed against his groin. “You drive me crazy, too, sweetheart,” he confessed, bucking his hips against you and making you let out a surprised moan. “Had me so fucking hard for hours.”

Your dress slipped past your shoulders and exposed your chest to him, and when he leaned down to wrap his mouth around your nipple, you whined, “I want you inside me,” you begged as you felt your high approaching with just a few grounds of your hips. You were that worked up. “I’m gonna come, Jake, fuck.”

Jake tugged on your hardened peak with his teeth before pulling away. “Come, baby,” he requested and you were more than happy to oblige, except just as you were about to, the sound of someone knocking on the driver’s side window had you squealing in surprise as you pressed your body against Jake’s. He wrapped his arms around you and shielded your body away from the eyes of whoever knocked, and when he looked over to see who it was, he met Mara’s gaze. 

“Hey,” she greeted in a drunken tone. It was so dark out, he was sure she wasn’t able to see much of you in the truck, only that you were situated on top of him. “I’m sorry, my ride ditched me. Can you drive me home? Please?”

You keep your body pressed to his as you pull your dress back up and lift your head with a pissed off expression on your face. Jake met your angry gaze with guilty eyes as he looked around the dark surroundings, and you knew he wouldn’t leave her here alone. 

Sometimes you really hated how much of a good guy he is.

Huffing, you push your dress back down and crawl over the center console and slump against the passenger seat. “Sure, hop in the back,” he answered and reached over to brush his knuckles against your cheek as you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry, baby, I promise, I’m all yours as soon as we get home.”

“I thought you were already all mine,” you grunted as you gently pushed his hand away and put on your seatbelt. 

“You know what I mean,” he sighed just as Mara opened the backseat door and hopped up into the truck. “Where do you live?” He asked as he pulled out of the parking space and left the lot of the venue.

You look back at her as she smirks. “You know where I live,”

With an eye roll, you turn back around with another huff and turn away from both of them, facing the window and watching the dark scenery. 

“You’re in the same house as before?” He asked for clarification as he looked over at you and tried to get you to meet his eyes, but he knew you were pissed off by this point. 

“Yep,” she replied and you hold back a scoff at the flirty edge to her voice. “I’m sure you remember how to get there.”

You had to grip onto the seat to physically stop yourself from opening the door and jumping out of the moving truck. She was fucking with you for fun now as if she had a chance with him again now that he was with you. 

The ache in your core wasn’t helping your bad mood, either, and every time Jake tried to help you relieve, she showed up. She seemed convinced that her and Jake were still close, or maybe she thought they were friends, but you knew better. Jake wasn’t one to keep a friendship with an ex-fling, yes - he considered her a fling and has told you on multiple occasions that you were pretty much his first real girlfriend. 

He slept around a lot and never settled down until he met you, and then he cleaned his act up and became a better man for you. He stopped his ‘fuckboy ways’ and actually put in an effort, and now three years later he was like a completely different person. A way different person to the one Mara knew. That version of Jake was long gone, but she couldn’t seem to comprehend that. 

How could she ever think he was her ‘something borrowed’? The nerve of her had your blood boiling a bit. 

The fifteen minute car ride was silent, though Jake did try to make small talk with you, but you weren’t having it. You knew it wasn’t really fair to be mad at him, but he really was the only person that could tell Mara to take the hint and fuck off, and he wasn’t doing that. 

Jake parked on the street beside her driveway and reached for your hand as he turned to face Mara. “There you go,” he said without emotion and when you, too, looked back at her, she was smirking as she opened the door. 

“I knew you’d remember where I lived,” she purred as she got out. “Thanks, Jake, I owe you one.”

“That won’t be necessary,” he brushed her off. “It’s no problem.”

She waved at him, and Jake being the decent guy he is, waited until she was inside her house before he turned to you.

You were tense as he gently rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, and he was almost afraid to break the silence, but he couldn’t sit in it any longer. “Baby,” he called softly, trying to get you to meet his eyes. “Can you look at me, please?” 

With a huff, you glance over at him. He looked good in the dim lighting of the truck and you still felt that ache in your body for him, but you were also so upset about how things turned out. “What?”

Jake sighed and laced his fingers with yours, bringing your joined hands up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m sorry about Mara,” he started and you soften your gaze just the smallest bit. “I didn’t think she would be there, honestly, and the first time she came up to us, I should’ve shut her down. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

You lean back against the seat as you play with his long fingers. “She wants you,” you stated. “She acted as if I wasn’t even there the whole night.”

“But you were,” he said, turning to face you fully. “You were there with me, Mara wasn’t. And I don’t care if she wants me, because I don’t want her. I mean, you know the kind of guy I was when I was with her, and I’m not going back to that. I want you, always, all the time.”

You stubbornly mumble, “She wants to fuck you,” 

Jake lifted a brow as he leaned in, “But I want you,” he rasped, tightening his hold on your hand. “You’ve had me hard from the second I saw you in this fucking dress.”

You playfully roll your eyes as you smooth out the champagne colored fabric. “Right,”

“It’s true,” he insisted, reaching over with his free hand and firmly gripping your chin. He turned your head so you were looking at him again, and you felt your anger begin to fade away and the lust return. “But I don’t just want to fuck you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, baby. Mara can look all she wants, but I’m yours and that isn’t changing.”

You bite down harshly on your lip as you hold back a whine. “Jake,” 

He smirks a bit at your reaction, but then his phone went off and he recognized the number as Mara’s. You assumed it was hers, as well, and let out a sound of frustration as you turned to open the door and practically ripped off your seatbelt. 

Before you could go into her house and have your way with her, Jake reaches over and pulls you back and onto his lap. His lips connect with yours as he tightly grips either side of your face and keeps you close to him. “Forget about her,” he muttered against your mouth and tossed his phone aside. 

“Jake-”

“She can go fuck herself, because she’s sure as hell not fucking me,” he continued and you whimper against his mouth. “The only person who gets to have me like this is you.”

You moan as you take off his seatbelt. “Jake,” 

“This,” he murmured, grinding upwards and making you whine loudly. “Is all yours, baby. It’s only yours, for as long as you want me, though I’m hoping it’s forever because you’re it for me, sweetheart. There’s no one after you.”

You gasp before pressing a deep his to his mouth, and he returns it immediately as your tongue pokes out and brushes against his. “God, Jake, I need you so bad,” you say as you reach down and palm him through his dress pants. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait, I need you inside me.”

Jake grunted as he pushed your dress up around your hips and the scene mirrored the one in the parking lot. “I can’t wait, either, baby,” he admitted and you unzipped his pants and reached into his boxer briefs. “I want to fuck you so badly.” 

“Please,” you begged, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his mouth to yours. “Please, fuck me. No one can see us, it’s almost one AM, Jake. Please, I need it.”

Jake had never seen you this needy and desperate before, and the sight had him refraining from coming right then and there. “Oh, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pushing down the straps of your dress and pinching your hardened nipples between his thumb and index fingers. “I know no one can see us, but I wouldn’t give a fuck even if they could. I need you, too, baby. Right fucking here.” 

“Please,” you whimper again and Jake reaches down to push your soaked panties to the side, guiding you to run your folds up and down the length of his hard dick. “Fuck me, Jake. I want it.”

“Yeah?” He breathlessly asked as his tip poked at your entrance. “You need me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly as you arch your back. He drops his hands and grips his base as he guides himself slowly into you. “Yes, fuck yes, Jake.” 

He bottoms out and you both moan in relief. You were so turned on and wet, it was easy for him to slip inside of you and fill up every inch you had to give. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned as you gripped his shoulders tightly and lifted yourself up. “Show me how much you need me, sweetheart. Fuck me.”

How could you possibly say no to that? 

You drop yourself back down and moan loudly as he reaches even deeper than before, and you tilt your head back to allow his mouth to connect with your neck. “God, you’re big,” you slur as your chest runs up and down his with every lift of your hips. “I needed you so badly, Jake, I was going insane.”

Jake groaned and kissed his way up your neck to your lips. He kissed you deeply, still able to taste that lemon cake from dessert. “I know, baby, I’m sorry we had to wait so long,” he apologized and you clenched tightly around him. “Fuck, I wanted to make you come so badly in that damn hallway.”

You moan and grind down onto him harder. “Me too,” 

Jake grabbed hold of your hips as he fucked up into you roughly. “I’m gonna make up for it now,” he muttered as he took control of your body and helped guide you up and down on him. “I’m gonna make you come.”

“Please,” you cry out as you go limp on top of him and give him full control to do whatever he wants with you. You were so worked up, you were close to coming already, and he knew this as he reached down to rub slow circles onto your throbbing clit. “Oh, my God, fuck.”

You clenched helplessly around him as your whole body tensed up. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded in a soft tone. “All over me.”

A loud cry left your lips as you come hard and fuck yourself onto him when he stills and lets you ride out your high. Uneven breaths escape you as you writhe on top of him, already feeling so overly-sensitive but still needing more.

“Slow down, baby,” he said gently and grabbed your hips to help you slowly roll your body against his. “You’re so sensitive when you come, don’t wear yourself out.”

“Then fuck me, Jake,” you request and he stops you completely. He kissed you multiple times before lifting your body up and letting you rest against his thigh. Reaching down, he runs the tips of his fingers along your slit before sinking them into you, making you moan softly as he slowly works you back up again. 

“Get in the back, sweetheart,” he said and you reach down to pull your dress off your body, leaving you almost entirely bare in front of him. His dark eyes trail all over your body as you crawl into the back and lay down on the seat, kicking off your heels and panties as you do so. Jake cursed under his breath as he cleaned you from his fingers before shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. 

He crawls back there with you and licks a stripe up your sopping core, making you shudder a bit, before he hovers over you and slides back into you. “Fuck,” you whimper as you wrap your arms around him and press your lips to his chest. 

“I know it’s not very romantic,” he started as he slowly fucked into you. “But hopefully I’ll be able to make up for it when we get back home.”

You shake your head as you wrap your legs around his waist. “You’re perfect, Jake,” you tell him and bury your face against the side of his neck. “So perfect for me, I love you so fucking much. I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you-”

“Hey,” he cut you off and gave one sharp thrust, effectively shutting you up. “Don’t ever apologize to me when you’ve done nothing wrong. There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart, you hear me?”

You nodded and closed your eyes as he quickened his pace a bit. 

“I love you, baby, so damn much,” he said and kissed the base of your throat before sucking a mark there. “I’m sorry I was such a dick earlier by not sending her away the second I saw her.”

“It’s okay,” you replied breathlessly. “We’re okay, Jake.”

“Yeah,” he agreed as he began fucking you roughly. “We’re okay, baby, we’re us. Just us.”

You whimper and wrap your arms tightly around his body. “Just us,” 

Jake braced one hand on the doorframe and held you close to him with the other as his hips hit yours at a brutal pace. “Fuck yeah, sweet girl, you’re taking me so well,” 

You nod and bite down gently on the skin of his shoulder. “You’re so deep,”

“Yeah?” He asked as he pulled nearly all the way out before burying himself deep within your wet walls. “You feel so good, baby, so fucking tight.”

His filthy words had you seeing stars for a few seconds and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him. “I can’t,” you gasp. “I’m gonna come again, Jake, it’s too much.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing your jaw and chin as his hips rutted into yours. “I want you to come for me again. You deserve it.”

“I want you to come, too, Jake,” you mumble, reaching up and tugging on his hair. “Please, come with me. I want it so bad.”

Jake grunted as you pressed your heel against his lower back and drove him deeper into you. “You want it?” He asked, already knowing your answer as he held back his own release in order to get you there first. 

“I want it,” you reply immediately and pull him impossibly closer to you. 

“Come for me first, baby,” he rasped. “Then I’ll come for you.”

You moan and lift your back off the seat as you clamp down around him and come for the second time. 

“There you go, sweet girl,” he praised kissing you through your high as he felt his own take over his body. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

You keep your heel pressed against him and hold him close as he paints your hidden walls white and thrusts his release deeper into you. You moan with each uneven jerk of his hips and when he falls against your chest, you run your hands through his sweaty hair and make it messy. “I love you,”

“I love you more,” he murmured and pressed a few kisses to your damp shoulder. “And I’m sorry again.” He pulls out of you and gently fucks his fingers into you to keep his seed deep within your core before he tugs your panties up your legs and wraps his button up around your body. 

“It’s alright, baby,” you kiss him one last time before crawling onto the passenger seat. “Just know that I probably won’t be able to resist punching Mara square in the face if I ever see her again.”

Jake laughed as he picked up his phone and got back into the driver’s seat. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” he said and you gave him a confused look as he showed you his phone screen. Somehow, when he threw his phone aside, he accidentally accepted her call and she had listened to around three minutes of the thirty minute fucking session you and Jake just got finished doing. 

“Oh, my God,” you laugh and cover your face as he smirks and calls her back. 

“She blocked me,” he informed you after a few seconds and dropped his phone into the cup holder before running his hand through his messy hair and starting the truck. 

You laugh again. “Yeah, well,” you shrugged and wrapped his shirt tighter around your body as you leaned back. “At least she got the message now and took the hint.”

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if only you knew, bunny: h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!y/n

summary:

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

warnings:

TW⚠️ body shaming

unhealthy relationship with y/n's mom (body shaming, controlling mom, just a shitty mom overall) also really short sorry i just wanted to tease these two

A/N: guys the way this has been in my drafts for about 4 months LMFAO lmk if you would want more dormmate!harry x y/n!

part two

y/n's pov

The smell of peppermint vanilla carries along with the scent of books, soft chatter from the tv carries out in the small dorm, i glance over at the empty bed and a frown tugs at my lips.

"guess im on my own." i huff closing my book and tossing it to the side.

as i pick up my phone a knock makes me still, i glance at the door before walking over to it and slowly opening the door. my eyes catch sight of a lovely shade of green staring back at me.

"um sorry," he clears his throat, "my names Harry, and i think we're flatmates."

my eyes widen at what he says before my eyebrows furrow, "um im y/n, i didnt think i had a dorm mate."

"yeah 'm sorry about that i was in england for the past month, so i couldnt do all the orientation." he shuffles his bags and i snap out of it before throwing the door open.

"apologies, um i didnt think they did unisex dorms here."

"i wasnt expecting this either this is um C36 right?"

"yeah yeah you're right, well welcome to your dorm Harry..." i trail off not knowing his last name hoping he'd fill in the blank.

"styles!" he smirks holding out his hand and I place my hand in his giving it a shake.

"oh my god! harry!" i squeak covering my eyes as i step into our shared dorm, a topless girl perked up on his bed.

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

i peak through my fingers and find our room empty, just the two of us. "i would've left har, you could've asked you know i dont mind." i mumble dropping my bags on my bed.

"nonsense i would rather spend time with you bun, though uh -if you dont mind me asking- why are you back so early?" he asked sitting us on my bed, i sit crisscross in front of him before tears start welding up in my eyes.

"god that woman is so fucking cruel to me har." i gasp out a sob as tears fall freely down my face.

"whoa bunny breathe for me." harry hums pulling me into his arms, broken sobs hiccup through me as i weep like a baby into harry.

"i do everything she wants, im trying to appease her and nothing is ever good enough it's either 'you look too chubby', 'you're face looks dull, use more moisturiser.' 'are you working out?' i'm sick of it!" i hiccup, "as soon as i got there she just starts listening all the things i embarrass her with. 'no daughter of mine should be in college, i got a nice boy down the street who comes with money and would love to be with you if you lost a couple of pounds.' i dont want that har, i've studied my whole life to be here. i want to be a librarian, have my own little bookstore that is where my happiness is and im not going to let her drag me down." i finish my rants tears and snot running down my face and into my hands.

harry stays quite for a little bit, rocking us slowly back and forth, i feel his lips press against my head before he lifts my head to look at him. he wipes away my tears before smiling lightly.

"you're a fighter, bunny. im proud of you, for not letting this woman take control of your life. for being your own goddamn person." he whispered to me before yanking me into a hug and tickling my sides, a laugh erupts from me before i start thrashing in his arms

"harry! stop!" i laugh before he lays on top of my the air literally being knocked out of me, "oof! you fat ass get off of me!"

"gasp! how dare you!" he gives me a cheeky smile before rolling off of me. "want to go get fro yo? on me obviously."

"ugh!" i fake displeasure rolling my eyes, "only because you want some and are paying sure."

harrys pov

i watch as y/n throws a hoodie over her head, i pull my bottom lip between my teeth looking at her legs on display, nice thick thighs and a ass that would make god sin. her face fresh with tears making her glow as bright as a star, a beautiful natural blush on her brown skin, lips plump.

a down right goddess.

"can we stop by a 7/11, momma needs some chips." she smirks pulling me out of thought as i burst into laughter.

"you're a clown!" i snort sliding on some shoes and grabbing my lanyard, i open the door for her and let her slide through, taking time watching her walk from behind before joining her.

" 'm so lonely i might take up that woman's offer with the boy down the street." she breaks the silence shoving her keys in her purse, my heart plummets.

fuck no.

"bunny you can do so much better than a man that will only want you if you lost weight." i sternly say and she snorts.

"well im waiting and theres no one in a 20 mile radius that would want me."

if only you knew bunny.

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-all the love,

em

xo🐝

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LATE NIGHTS AND STAR-CROSSED MARGINS PT 2

Jason Todd, the most beautiful boy in your lecture, takes you out on a (maybe) coffee date.

college!au, fluff, pining, happy ending

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You and Jason Todd are walking down the corridors, hands just brushing past each other as your arms swing besides you.

You and Jason Todd are walking down the corridors. Jason Todd who had asked you to go get coffee, so you could study together, alone. Which you hoped was just a euphemism for ‘get to know and possibly date’, but you weren’t going to complain.

It feels childish. You’re acting like a ten-year-old with a crush, giddy with excitement while he stands oblivious next to you. Should you ask him where he’s taking you? That question feels too datey, too boyfriend-girlfriendy. Instead, you land on just keeping quiet. The silence lingers for a few seconds before he perks up.

“So. You like coffee?” His question is so obviously trying to break the ice, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

“Of course, I can’t live without it. And i haven’t had my fix today, so it’s a good thing we’re going.”

Jason laughs. “Right. I’m guessing this has something to do with you running so late?”

“Yeah. My friends and I stayed up late last night and ended up sleeping so late. I thought i’d set an alarm, but. I guess I didn’t.”

“Levine didn’t care, trust me. You’re one of his favourite students.”

You shake your head in denial, but Jason doubles down.

“No, seriously, you are. You’re smarter than half the people in there.”

“Says you. You hide all those smarts behind those good looks.”

Shit. You can almost feel the smirk on his face.

“You think I’m good looking?”

“Shut up.”

Jason laughs. He holds open the door for you, and you walk out of the building. It’s early, only one o’clock, and there's still a considerable amount of people milling about. It’s warm enough outside that there’s some studying in small groups on the grass, books and pens spread out in front of them. At least, you think they’re supposed to be studying. But with the sun shining as brightly as it was, you figure not a lot of work is getting done.

Jason walks you to the car park, and stops. You look around for a car, but there isn’t one. Instead, he stops in front of a motorcycle.

“And we’re here. This, this right here is my pride and joy.” He rubs the leather seat, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Jason. I’m not getting on that.”

He looks slightly offended. “What? Why not?”

Your mouth gapes. “What do you mean why? Do you know how risky it is to ride a motorcycle? Like- My dads a doctor, you know. I’ve heard stories. About accidents.”

Jason tilts his head. He walks towards you, standing just a few inches in front of you. You have to look up to meet his eyes, he’s so tall. He smells like expensive cologne and something boyish, and you’re sure he’s close enough to feel the heat coming off your face.

“I’ll look after you, sweetheart. Promise.” He murmurs, voice rumbling deep in his chest.

You laugh shakily. Tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, if only for something to do.

“And besides,” He reaches behind him and grabs a helmet, “You can wear this. Keep that pretty head of yours safe.”

You scoff and move away before he can see how flustered you look. You bite your lip, anxiously looking at the bike.

“You’re sure this is safe?”

“Positive.”

You think for a moment. The things you do for good-looking men.

“Okay. Okay, fine, hurry up. We need to go before I think for a second and change my mind.”

He cheers and hands you the helmet. He gets on first, legs stretching over the bike, thighs resting against the seat. You curse under your breath, thankful the helmet is covering your face. You get on behind him. You’re suddenly acutely aware of how close you are. Your hands hover awkwardly.

“Uh, what do I hold onto?”

“My waist.”

Right. Of course it was his waist.

You reach over, arms meeting in front of his middle. You clasp your hands together and stay completely on top of where they rest, because you’re sure you’ve embarrassed yourself enough without touching his crotch.

“You ready?”

“No.”

The words barely leave your mouth before the engine revs, the bike rumbling beneath you. You screech, hands clenching his waist. You think you hear him laugh, but you can't ponder too much about that, or the feel of what you think might be a six-pack beneath his shirt, because he’s moving, and you think you’re about to fall off.

It’s loud, and the wind is making your clothes billow behind you, but it feels freeing, in an odd sort of way. The fear bleeds into adrenaline that fills your veins, and your screaming turns into cheers.

The ride ends all too quickly, and Jason parks at a café well-known enough around your campus. You hop off the bike, and he follows. You take off the helmet, laughing.

“That was amazing! Terrifying, but also amazing.”

Jason nods, taking the helmet out of your hands. His hair is dishevelled from the wind, cheeks flushed red. You don’t think he’s ever looked prettier.

“I told you it would be fun.”

The two of you walk inside. He leads you to a table near the back, ushers you into the booth. You bring out your books, and he brings out his. You set up your things and he stands, tapping his fingers against the chair.

“What do you want to drink?” He asks.

“Hmm. A latte. With an extra shot of espresso.”

“Bold order.”

He disappears, and you finally have time to freak out. You pull out your phone, frantically texting your friends. They explode on the group chat, and you giggle, the flurry of emojis and capital letters easing your nerves. Half of them think it's a date, the other half think it’s all friendly. You can’t decide who you agree with because Jason comes back with your drinks. You quickly turn your phone off and thank him for the drink. He nods at your phone.

“You look smiley. Who are you texting? A boyfriend?” He doesn’t make eye contact as he asks, eyes turned down to his glass.

“No, my friends. They’re just wondering where I am. No boyfriend.”

“Good.”

You raise an eyebrow and he shakes his head.

“Not like that. Just. Good your friends care, you know?”

It’s cute. He’s cute, you think, as the two of you study. He takes pictures of some of your annotations. You peek at his home screen, and see a picture of him and three other boys, all of them grinning apart from him, who's staring grumpily at the camera. You joke about Professor Levine’s long lectures, complain about the essay that you both haven’t started. It’s nice, to talk to someone who’s actually doing the subject you are. And someone’s who's so good at it. If his looks weren’t enough, Jason’s intellect might have to be the sexiest thing about him. He listens to your rambles and answers back with ones just as long. Definitely the best part about him.

After about an hour of that, you spend more time getting to know one another. You learn he has one older brother and two younger ones. He doesn’t linger on his family life too much, and you decide not to pry. He likes to workout (so it was a six-pack you’d felt earlier) and his favourite poet is Emily Dickinson. Which might’ve been enough for you to propose on the spot.

You finish off the last dregs of your latte and he downs his too. He ended up buying some snacks, and you learn that Jason Todd loves blueberry muffins. You glance at the time, and gape.

“Oh god, i gotta get home. I’ve got so much stuff to do tonight.”

“Oh. Yeah, I’ll drop you.” There's a lilt of disappointment in his voice, and you try not to like it.

The ride back is just as fun as before, and this time you definitely don’t hold him tight enough to feel the line of his muscles beneath his shirt. He parks in the same place as before, and walks you to the door of your dorm.

“Well. This is me.” You sigh.

“Yep.”

The two of you pause for a second. You say your goodbyes, and go to enter. But you pause, just before your key slips in the lock.

The question you’re about to ask can go one of two ways, but you think you have to ask it. Your friends will kill you if you don’t, and you think you might too. You turn back to face Jason, who still hasn’t left.

“Jason, I have to ask. Was this, like. A friendly café revision session? Or was it. You know, something more.”

He tilts his head again. A curl falls across his eyes. His eyelashes are impossibly long, and they frame the bright brown eyes that always stare right into you.

“I’d like it to be a date. If you don’t mind.”

You sigh in relief. “Thank god. Of course, I don’t mind.”

You shut your mouth, reigning in the rest of your ramble of how desperate you were to go out with him.

“Cool. I was going to ask you straight up, but I thought it might be a bit too forward.”

You huff a laugh. “It’s okay. I like forward.”

“Noted.” He pauses for a second. “Give me your phone.”

“Yes, sir.”

He falters a little at that, before straightening up and grabbing your phone. You will definitely be looking into that later. He opens your contacts and types in his number. He sends himself a text, and his phone buzzes.

“Alright. I’ll text you, and maybe we could go out again?”

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Damn you, Jason Todd.

You reach up and place a kiss on his cheek. It takes every ounce of your control not to kiss him properly, but you better save something for your other dates.

That night, you fall asleep with the taste of latte on your lips and the smell of Jason’s cologne in your head.

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AUTHORS NOTE

part two 🙈 might make this into a series of oneshots, we’ll see! Hope you enjoy!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd oneshot #fluff #oneshot #dc comics #dc universe #red hood #red hood x reader

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Addiction

Part One: A Chance Encounter

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and being drunk

A/N: Ok, so not smut, but its coming, we have to set the scene first 😉

You felt your phone buzz in your hand, the screen illuminating your face in the dark dining room as you looked through your text messages. You rested your back against the bar located in the corner of the room.

Darien: Wish you were here. London is boring without you

You: That’s impossible. You’re literally in my favorite city right now

Darien: I’ve been in my hotel ever since work ended. My team went out to the pubs without me

You: You should really be going out with them

Darien: Always thought my first time in London would be with you. Love you

You: I-

You were stopped from responding by a glass of liquor being shoved in your face. You looked up to see Sierra in front of you, double fisting two glasses of what you suspected to be a rum and coke, your choice of drink for these industry events. You were among the Hollywood elite tonight in a New York City restaurant, celebrating some actor, whose name you couldn’t bother to remembers, fifth trendy and over-priced alcohol launch. You were far from a celebrity, but often made the guest list of these events on behalf of your boss. Working as the assistant for the VP of publicity at Atlantic Records admittedly had very few perks, one of them being able to rub elbows at parties with the latest TV heartthrob or whoever managed to be at the top of the Billboard 100 chart that week.

Did you sound a little jaded? Sure, but you were also borderline tipsy.  

“Was that Darien?”, she asked, looking around the room as she took a small sip from her glass. “Ooh, Bad Bunny. That’s five.” Sierra bounced on her tippy toes as you narrowed your eyes to get a better look across the dark room. The two of you had spent the last hour trying to identify as many celebrities as you could. You were losing, having accidentally mistaken Kevin Jonas for Joe Jonas. You tried to argue that it was an easy mistake, given that they were brothers, but Sierra was unwilling to give you a pass.

“I don’t think that’s Bad Bunny, and yes. He just got done with his meetings for the day. He decided to stay in the hotel for the rest of the night I guess.” You took a big swig of your drink. You way past the part of the night where you were still feeling the effects of alcohol. “All of his colleagues went out to some bars.” You slipped your phone back into your clutch, tucking the bag underneath your arm again. You’d respond to him when you got home later.

“Dull Darien”, Sierra slurred her words as she giggled out the nickname she had given your boyfriend when you started dating over three years ago. You caught her just as she stumbled over her heels, making a mental note to watch how many drinks she had.

Sierra had been your best friend since essentially birth. Your moms were best friends, and you grew up two houses down from one another. When you were kids you were attached at the hip, and not much had changed over the years, as she became your plus one to all of these events. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and she was never shy about how she felt about your boyfriends. There had been Jerky Jacob, your high school boyfriend, Bossy Brian, a guy you had dated right out of college who Sierra was convinced was a narcissist, and finally Two-Timing Trey, who had earned the name for obvious reasons.

“Enough with the nickname, S.” You warned with a dramatic roll of your eyes, knowing she had no intention on stopping. “He’s not dull, he’s just-“ you were having a difficult time finding a word that wouldn’t edge her on. “He’s boring. Just say it. Not an exciting bone in his body.” You opened your mouth to object, but quickly closed it. Truthfully you had no defense. Darien was boring, and that was putting it nicely. The first time you met him, you definitely didn’t feel the usual butterflies of excitement, but you were just getting out of your relationship with Trey, and you weren’t looking for thrill or adventure, you were looking for safety, and if Darien was anything, he was safe.

“I’m just saying, you’re hot as fuck, you could probably have any guy you wanted. Hell, you could probably walk up to any of these celebs and go home with them.” You scoffed, tipping your glass up to get the last drop of top shelf rum. The dress you were wearing was borrowed from one of your stylists friends, a sequin cocktail dress from 16Arlington with a rather large peekaboo cutout at the front that showed off your cleavage. “Did you ever think that maybe I don’t want some random celeb. Maybe I like my dull boyfriend.” Your words sent Sierra into a fit of giggles, partially from her inebriation and partially because she knew you were lying through your teeth. “Please don’t pretend like if Drake came up to you right now, you wouldn’t jump at the chance to leave with him.”

“Damn, my money was gonna be on Brad Pitt. He seems like more your type.” You turned on your heels to see a tall figure, his chestnut curls hitting right at his eyebrows, a frame to his gorgeous blue eyes, the rest of his hair cut into a mullet. You immediately noticed his handsome smile as you studied his face. You had learned early on in your career how to identify which guys were someone and which ones were wannabes in this industry. He was tall enough to be an athlete, but too lanky. He still had life in his eyes, something that a lot of actors lost when they realized they were selling their soul for a recurring role on a CW drama. That left someone in the music industry. You recognized him, his face was hung up in the halls of Atlantic Records, but the name escaped you.

“He’s a little bit out of my age range. I prefer my actors to still have a will to live.” Your joke earned you a chuckle from the-, the mullet suggested alternative band, but the cocky stance and southern drawl to his accent made you think rapper- the rapper. “Well, tell me-“, he paused to allow you to fill the silence with your name. “Y/N, and this is Sierra.” You gestured at your friend who was having trouble standing up straight, her hand gripping the bar to steady herself.

“Well, Y/N, Brad Pits loss is my gain.” His words were suggestive, no doubt, but he spoke with such a confidence, you weren’t sure if he was actually flirting with you, or if that’s just how he talked with everyone. “I’m Jack.” He extended his hand out to you, and you cautiously accepted, quickly breaking apart.

“I know where I know you from. You’re Jack Harlow! I love your song”, she snapped her fingers carelessly, hoping it would jog her memory, “Business Class.” She punctuated her words with a hiccup.

“Close enough.” He chuckled, his gaze never leaving your face. He was trying his hardest not to look down at your body, even though he thought you looked fucking gorgeous. “I thought I recognized you from somewhere.” Jack’s eyebrows perked up when you spoke. “I see your face every day on my way to work.” You could tell you lost him when his face fell. “Sorry, I should probably explain. I work for Jason.” You could see the dots quickly connecting in his mind. “Oh, fuck yeah, I love Jason. He’s keeps me out of trouble.”

You felt your phone vibrate against your side. You were inclined to ignore it until you felt it pulse a few more times. “Sorry, I have to get this.” You just missed Jack’s look of disappointment as you looked down at your phone.

Darien: Couple of pictures of the view from my hotel. Wish you were here.

You scrolled through the photos, all different, slightly out of focus angles of the Thames. Leave it to Darien to also take the most boring pictures.

“Must be really important.” Your head shot back up at Jack, who was now resting his elbows atop the bar. “Oh, it’s nothing.” You shook your head as your phone slipped back into your bag. “Just a family member.” You weren’t sure why you lied in the moment. Jack didn’t know you, and besides the initial flirting, he wasn’t trying to make a pass at you. At least as far as you could tell; you were just starting to sober up.  

“Let’s ask Jack.” Sierra was now standing in the middle of the two of you, leaning a little too close to Jack for comfort. He backed up as he smelled the vodka on her breath. “Jack, Y/N is dating this guy right now, and I think he’s just the most boring person on the planet.” Jack looked at you with a smirk on his face as you tried to hide your embarrassment, feeling the heat creep up your neck. Jack was hotter than any guy you had previously dated and was already more exciting than your current boyfriend just in five minutes of conversation.

“I mean, the only thing he likes talking about is Game of Thrones and his Lego collection.” Sierra continued, ignoring your pokes to her side to get her to shut up.

“He sounds like a fucking nerd.” Jack uttered under his breath, but you heard him loud and clear. Sierra did as well, frantically nodding her head. “He totally is.” She lowered her head, most likely thinking that was going to help her whisper, but her next words were loud above the blaring music. “Plus, she told me the sex is terrible. Like he barely lasts for more than a couple minutes.” You caught the look of smugness on Jack’s face as he listened to how unsatisfying your current sex life was.

“Okay, I think that’s enough. Time for you to go home.” You yanked at Sierra’s arm, causing her to fall into Jack. He caught her just in time, helping to hold her up. You roughly grabbed her phone out of her hand, pulling up the Uber app. “Fuck”, you cursed under your breath, seeing that the closest Uber was about 30 minutes away and surge pricing had gone into effect.

“Hey, I’ve got a car waiting that you guys are more than welcome to use to get back to your place.” Jack could tell you were more than done with the night, and he hoped his gesture would smooth out your less than successful meet cute. “Are you sure, we really can wait for an Uber.” As if she had timed it, Sierra’s knees buckled, Jack catching her under her arms. “I’m sure.

****

You rubbed your hands up and down your arms, crossing them over your chest as you left the venue. It was colder now than when you arrived, and you were wishing you had that coat that was laying on your bed back at your apartment. Jack followed behind you, Sierra’s arm draped over his shoulders for support. You quickly located the black SUV waiting at the curb, and opened the door, watching as Jack helped Sierra into the back of the vehicle, immediately slumping over to lay across the seats.

“Thanks, Jack, I really appreciate you letting us borrow your car. How are you gonna get back?” You looked at your feet as you asked the question, resisting the urge to look up at his face; his eyes were even brighter underneath the streetlights.

“I’m actually staying right there.” He pointed across the street to a tall metropolitan style building, the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. He stuck his hands into the front pocket of his trouser pants, his shoulders pinned to his ears as he tried to stay warm as well. “The car was just in case I wanted to head to another party, but the hotel bed sounds a lot more appealing right now.” There was that tone again, so suggestive, as if he was inviting you to his hotel room as well.  “Have a good night, Y/N. Hope I see you again.” He extended his hand out, his nails perfectly manicured, and you found yourself wondering what his hands would feel like exploring your body. You let that thought ruminate in your head for a second before coming back to reality. You grabbed his hand, returning the gesture, the two of you lingering on the sidewalk. “Goodnight.”

Jack watched as you climbed into the vehicle next to Sierra, before jogging across the street to his hotel.

“He seemed like a nice guy”, Sierra remarked as she rested her head against your shoulder, closing her eyes, “and he was hot as fuck.” She let out a hum of amusement as she started to drift off to sleep.

“Yeah, such a nice guy.” You flipped the room key around in your hand that Jack had planted there. You grazed your thumb over the engraved letters, “The Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Room 1423”, emblazoned in gold lettering on the plastic card.

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Am I the Asshole?

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington; Robin Buckley/Original Female Character(s); Steve Harrington/Original Character(s); Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WC: 6052 | Rated: T | Tags: Modern AU, Reddit AU, Some AITA typical terrible people, QPR Steve & Robin, NB Steve, NB Robin AKA the Stobin AITA fic

r/AmITheAssshole u/HufflepuffHero94 9yrs ago AITA for being concerned about my girlfriends living situation?

Context: My (20F) girlfriend (18F) is amazing. She's a polyglot linguistics major, speaks three languages fluently and she's completely self-taught, a genius basically. We go to the same college (Midwestern Liberal Arts college) where we met in the marching band. Now R, my girlfriend, is from a small town. Like the kind of small town that they make jokes about in sitcoms, she isn't really online (so I'm not worried about her seeing this) because she claims they didn't even have the internet until she was in high school. She isn’t really “out” because of this. It’s like she lives in this semi-closeted space like some kind of TV queerbait character. It's not really a problem, I mean she’ll tell people we’re dating if they ask and all of our marching band friends know but when I ask about it she says it’s because it wasn’t really safe in her hometown growing up. But it’s 2014 not 1980…

Even though R is a freshman she’s in special accommodations. Instead of living in the dorms like the school usually requires she’s got a small, studio apartment just off of campus. A perk considering how awful living in the dorms is. R is a pretty private person and super studious. Most of our dates have been in the library or a study date at the coffee place on campus. She’s not big on PDA, she says she’s trying to get better at it but she’s still only sort of out and I’m her first real girlfriend. I was psyched when she asked me if I wanted to go with her to her apartment to study, said her best friend had a never fail study method that she was eager to try (and when she told me what it was I was pretty eager too).

R can’t drive, so when I pull into the parking lot of her complex she notices something and says her roommate hasn’t left for work yet. I’m a little confused because like I said she lives in a studio apartment, but she just brushes it off and says something about asshole parents and this being what they could afford when some money fell through. She’s sent me snaps from her place, so I know it’s pretty cozy so I tell her it’s fine. Obviously I’m concerned about what the set up is going to be like when we get up there but she insists that dingus (her words) will only be there for another couple minutes before they have to leave for work and that Stevie (again her words) is her best friend in the world. They moved here together from the same small town or something.

To give R credit, she’s definitely done the best she can with the space. When I walked it it definitely felt as homey as it does in her pictures. The door opened up into the kitchen and living room and she’s got those spaces divided off from the beds with one of those Chinese paper divider thingies. Anyway to make a long story short it turns out her roommate and best friend Stevie is actually a whole dude (19). He comes out, gives her a look and asks her if “us girls are planning a sleepover” and if he should make himself scarce for the evening. R says she doesn’t give him shit when his “special friends” come over and after that I kinda stopped listening. I slipped off into the apartment looking for the bathroom and that’s when I saw how their “bedroom” was set up. Twin beds INCHES apart, they might as well be sharing the same one.

Here’s where I might be the asshole. When her “friend” finally cleared out I told her the truth. I didn’t know how comfortable I was hanging out in her place where she lives with a guy. I do live in the dorms but I’ve got a single right now. I asked her to move in with me so she wouldn’t have to be in this situation. I guess it maybe sounded like I was dissing her friend, which I was but I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just think it’s weird that she won’t come out to anyone and is also living with some guy! I told her I wasn’t interested in being an experiment and if things were serious then she would want to move in with me.

That’s when she kicked me out and called me an asshole. But really I don’t think I’m being a dick for being concerned that she might just be jerking me along while she plays lesbian so she can tell her boyfriend about it at home. Even if nothing is going on I'm just worried that living in this kind of environment isn't safe for her. I mean this guy is probably just pretending to be her friend to get in her pants, I think the fact that they're from the same small town means she can't see that. I really think she would be better off if she moved into the dorms with me aita?

u/otpsnotbrotps NTA

u/foreplayisntreal NTA guys and girls can't be friends. If she even is a lez and a katy perry wannabe then roomie is just biding his time til she's ready to be converted

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[souliebird]

hi!! i saw your Matt x Reader getting high idea and loved it, but i’m not big on posting my writing, i js do it for fun lol. but yeah here it is, not the exact idea but it was fun to write!!

“hey, you okay?”

“yeah.. yeah i’m fine. can’t sleep.”

your hands trembled slightly your whispers quivered. you had slept an average of four hours a night for the past two weeks, your anxiety had just been… very persistent. mind constantly running laps around worst-case scenarios.

you felt even worse about it because your boyfriend, matt, got an equally low amount of rest. and now you were waking him up with your worries. you put your face in your hands and let out a whine in frustration.

“baby it’s alright, s’ not your fault, kay?”

“i’m just so tired,” your whisper broke midair.

“i know, you’re gonna be alright,” and you believed him for a moment. he took you into his arms and held you tight, whispering reassurances in your ear, having an invisible battle with the volume of your own thoughts.

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the next morning, you met your friend for coffee. you would’ve forgotten that you were supposed to meet her if matt hadn’t reminded you. he had acted energized in the morning, as to not make you feel bad, but you could tell he was tired.

“have you ever considered trying weed? for your sleeping problems?” your friend knew about your issues, and no, you hadn’t considered it.

“no, the smell is awful. you know how matt is about stuff like that,” you mindlessly sipped at your coffee. still not enough to make you feel energized in any way.

your friend shrugged, “well, i am a therapist. that shit works. i get it though,” and just like that the conversation ended, the subject changed. but you were desperate for a solution, and the idea stuck to the back of your brain just like the overwhelming exhaustion of past weeks.

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“baby? what’s up?” matt’s head perked up when he heard your heartbeat, he stopped his braille reader and got up to greet you.

you kissed him back and some small fraction of the world’s weight was lifted for just a moment.

“foggy did like, weed in college, right?” you asked tentatively, matt seemed startled by the abrupt question.

“hey, i heard that! it was definitely a chapter,” foggy called from the other room, now involved in the discussion.

matt tilted his head at you, his way of silently asking a question. he may be charismatic in front of the clients and in court, but at heart, matt only spoke when he felt he had to. you enjoyed that you were one of the few who understood his secret little language of gestures. his head tilt said, “why do you ask?”

“y’know my friend? the therapist? she recommended it for my sleep,” you were still a tad unsure about the whole conversation, “i don’t know. i know you’re sensitive to smells, and i don’t love it either, but i just feel like i’ve tried everything—“

matt cut you off before you started rambling and spiraling, “sweetheart, slow down for a second. first of all, i shared a dorm with foggy, and we live in New York. it’s one of the few smells i barely even notice anymore. second, i know how much your anxiety affects you and your sleep, so if you want to try it, it’s completely fine,” matt rubbed a hand up ad down your arm soothingly.

foggy chimed in, “i still have some know-how from college,” and both you and matt chuckled.

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through your therapist friend, you had gotten some low dose edibles. you hated the idea of smoking, plus this would reduce the smell.

you looked at the clock, 10:12 PM. you held one of the small gummies in your hand, unsure.

matt came into the bedroom from the living room, “how’s it going?”

“haven’t taken it yet. i guess i’m nervous, i never did anything like this in school,” you admitted.

matt paused for a long moment, making his way to sit next to you on the bed.

“…what if i took one too?” he smiled softly, eyes flitting around your face, trying to catch eye contact.

“really?” you felt like you were infringing upon his night enough already on a daily basis.

“it’s really no big deal, i got dragged to a few parties in college. he may not admit it now, but he was a full-on stoner. i probably got a little high just from the second-hand smoke,” he gave you that wide grin you loved, and you giggled.

“…okay. good to know i wasn’t the only goodie two shoes in school,” you smiled as you took a second gummy out of the bag and placed it in matt’s already outstretched palm, which he put in his mouth immediately.

you let out a confident sigh and ate yours, too.

matt sensed that your nerves were still present and squeezed your hand before getting up to do some work, “let me know when it kicks in,” he pecked you on the cheek before going to his laptop in the kitchen.

you just flopped onto your back and let yourself sink into the bed, checking your phone occasionally.

you looked at the clock again right before matt came back in, it was 10:30.

“hey, baby, i think i feel it,” you could tell from the way that his sentence trailed off that matt was definitely high. as you looked at him and felt a sense of pleasant unawareness you realized that you were too.

“same here,” you said as matt practically climbed onto you and spooned you for a few seconds before switching up and laying half on top of you, his arms around you as he breathed you in like a drug. much more powerful than some weed.

“mm my senses are a little duller… can’t block anything.. all of it is you,” he mumbled into your neck.

you felt the opposite. for the first time in a while, your thoughts silenced themselves.

“matt, i think m’ not worrying anymore,” you ran your fingers through his hair lightly. he had just told you that his senses were running amok, and you didn’t want him to get overwhelmed.

“foggy might’ve been into something in college—“ you felt his lips curl isn’t a smile against your neck, “i miss college sometimes. but also i don’t. felt like that was when i was the most blind, right? people treated me very blind. to be fair, i am blind. those glasses probably didn’t help. i like my glasses now. more mysterious. do you think they make me look mysterious?” he mumbled and rambled. you laughed.

“yes, matty, they make you look very mysterious. but i like your eyes without the glasses. a lot,” you admitted in your daze.

“mm, i only like when you see them. or foggy and karen. other people get uncomfortable cuz they can see i’m not looking. i can hear their heartbeats, it speeds up just a little for a bit when i first take off my glasses and then any time i try to look up. that doesn’t happen with you. i love your heartbeat, and how you are. i love you,” he kissed your neck and you felt your face heat up just a little bit. he pushed himself up and off of you with his arms on either side of your torso and kissed you gently but long on the lips.

“i love you too, murdock,” you whispered when he slowly pulled away. you immediately reattached your lips and made a mediocre effort to flip over and straddle matt.

his strong hands helped you, and you leaned down to kiss him, this time deepening the kiss. both of your kisses were slowed by the haze in your minds.

after being in one long, loving kiss for what could have been forever, you pulled away just slightly and realized how much you needed to take a proper breath.

matt chuckled at your panting.

“hi,” he whispered, almost inaudibly, and in those beautiful eyes of his was a look of pure adoration. you saw it in the lines next to his eyes, the way his eyebrows relaxed, and the way his now-wet lips quirked up at the ends.

you ran a hand through his hair, “hi to you too.”

you slid down to lay down next to him, and you both turned to face each other, kissing once more as his hand came up to hold your face.

eventually you found yourself laid between his two arms in a pure state of bliss.

you woke up the next morning more rested than you had been in months, not even remembering dozing off the night before.

Ahhhhhhh I hope it is okay to pay this but I absolutely love it!!!!

I love cuddly high Matt and I love the insight about his blindness and his glasses. 🩷 This is so sweet!!! Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I just want them to cuddle and have a Nice time.

#soulie answers #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader

[ashipiko]

“A Hundred and More Memories with You”

SUMMARY: A story in which Ace reminisces upon the many memories of him and Ashi.

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

NOTES: <3 enjoy the rare Ashi writing

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Ace would consider himself an Ashi expert. A lot of people would consider him one too, considering how often they hang out with each other.

And when he says it’s a lot, it’s a lot. Sure, of course, there’s Deuce and Grim too. They all go through their antics together, whether it be slaying in a singing and dancing competition or solving the latest issue Night Raven College has got to answer, which includes facing off against high school boys in life-risking duels, when they should really be in therapy. They all went through a lot together and somehow pulled through and survived all that nonsense too. Same class, same lunch table, same shenanigans for them all. And Ace would like to think of them as a dream quad, but here’s the thing.

Who got there just a little earlier than Juice did when Ashi was having trouble at Scarabia? Who did Ashi go to hug tightly when that happened? Who did Ashi stay behind with when VDC practice came by and everyone else left the room? Who turned out to feel so comfortable with him that she fell asleep on his shoulder? Who always bunks at Ramshackle and is always taken in by the prettiest girl at NRC?

That’s right. Not Grim, not Deuce, but Ace Trappola himself.

It might not be much, but Ace finds himself thinking that it’s those small things that no one else sees that places him a little higher than everyone else. With this, at least. He can confidently go up to anyone and go, “Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking to, you know?” with a shit eating grin on his face, and no one would bat an eye. Because that’s just usual Ace behavior around Ashi.

Behind closed doors or not, he’s real committed to her.

…Maybe if you cut out their first meeting, actually. He thinks about it sometimes. How’d he fall for a goody two shoes like her?

Just some girl, straight out a coffin and fell onto the floor, during NRC’s opening ceremony. It was really funny! Doesn’t mean it made him think much about it. Like yeah, sure it's all-boys school, but it’s not anything crazy. What, none of you have seen a girl before? Do you guys not have moms?

Until Ace spots her again, her eyes crinkling in confusion at the sight of the Great Seven. Some dialogue is exchanged, and nothing is of note. She’s cute and pretty, sure, but it’s not like Ace came to NRC, an all-boy’s school might he reiterate, to get a girlfriend. After the last snooze fest he had? Pfft! Forget it! Not to mention she’s got no passion or fire within her. The little furball she’s got beside her is the one who carries that all for her, I guess.

“Maybe before you try gettin’ into the academy again, you should try a second crack at kindergarten? Hahaha!” That was the Ashi-Grim duo’s first taste of the iconic grin™.

“Grrrr… How dare you!”

“Anyway, I’ve gotta head to class~. Unlike these two janitor losers over here I’ve got places to be. I’ll leave you alone and let’cha get back to picking up some trash.”

Ace still remembers looking over at such a blank face. Just standing there like a statue, watching the situation play out. Nothing about this interaction would’ve hinted to what was in store for him.

“Hey, goody two shoes, maybe loosen up a little, how ‘bout it? You could benefit from some good old insults every once in a while. Take a page outta the weasel’s book here.” The redhead teases one last time before his departure, as he watches the brunette’s eyes lock with his.

“Hehe,” Ashi finally perks up, “I’ll think about it, Acey.” She chimes.

Ace is about to shoot something at her again, until a blaze of blue fire engulfs the area around them. All tension is lost and next thing he knows, he’s battling a literal animal and being sent to wash windows as punishment for the roughhousing. He didn’t sign up for this at all! But after some self reflection, the Ace now would roll his eyes and mutter, “Well, I GUESS it was kinda deserved.” But of course, that would only be because of Ashi. Despite how much of a “bad influence” he is on her, in her own way, his best friend had her own ways of helping Ace improve himself too. They balance eachother out well, and Ace smiles as he thinks this. To make himself feel better? Maybe.

Even still, in the beginning, Ace didn’t really think much about Ashi. He ditched the whole window cleaning ordeal for a reason, you know? And no matter how hard he tried, no amount of pushing her buttons resulted in any sort of snap back, no retorts at all. Bullying her more than Deuce didn’t work either— so he eventually gave up and changed targets. Which I guess was fine, since he had to focus on the stressful situation of the mines.

But at the end of the mage stone obtaining mission, when Ashi caught some time alone with him on the walk back as Deuce and Grim walked ahead, Ace figured that she just wanted a piece of him. He can’t blame her, honestly, so he decided to give her what she wanted and talked to her casually for a while. He thought one last time, adding some spice into the conversation, to joke around.

“You were reaaaally scared back in that dark and spooky house, weren’tcha?” Ace teases, giving Ashi that signature grin once again, “The cave too, to boot. What are you, actually scared of the dark or something?”

He catches Ashi’s attention, and she looks at him, offended, “Aaand? I totally did it still, you know! Give credit where credit’s due, Acey!”

“Still means you’re a baby.”

“Hmph.” Ashi huffs in response, pouting a little, “…At least I manned up and made a plan instead of arguing like an idiot with the others.”

An actual comeback? For real? Ace didn’t think she had it in her!

The ginger’s lips curl up into an even bigger grin as he pokes the bear a little more, “And who did the execution, huh? Without me, you wouldn’t have even gotten to go through with your plan!”

“I could say that about Deucey. He definitely deserves more credit than you do anyway.”

“Ha! As if. Juice over here barely did anything.”

“Either way, neither of you would’ve come out of this successfully without me,” Ashi sighs, fed up with Ace’s behavior, “What’s your brawn worth if you don’t think about how to use it?”

“Offense over defense, baby!”

“Exactly why you would’ve failed without me!” Ashi snaps at him, immediately realizing how much she’s allowed Ace to wind her up right after. She internally scolds herself for acting out, and before Ace can say anything else, she breaks eye contact and changes topics.

Noticing how her body stiffens and her words seem less… slangy than usual, Ace can’t help but ponder about this. This whole entire time, not a single complaint has come out of her lips. Her voice was constantly sing songy throughout the entire nerve-wracking situation, but the way that it climbed up and became more strict and stern at this moment was a complete curveball. A breaking point, perhaps? Not to mention, the sudden way her body closes up and acts like it resets? It’s like she’s being corrected. A light goes off in the instigator’s head.

Huh, Ace thinks. Maybe goody two shoes here isn’t exactly what she’s living up to be.

He barely knows how he got here himself. Something about Ace’s first taste of something outside of Ashi’s whole “peppy good girl” deal was enough of an incentive to pester her more, and more, and more and more and more, only in attempts to see more of that special side of her. And somehow, through some sort of divine intervention, he got closer than anyone could’ve imagined for the guy who’s known for pissing people off.

Closer than anyone else she’s met in Twisted Wonderland has gotten, and based on how she words it, closer than anyone in her home world, even. The fact makes Ace feel bad, but at the same time he can’t help but feel kind of proud. Hell, he doesn’t even understand how people don’t like the real her. The whole good girl act is polite and sweet, sure, but compared to how dynamic and fun the hidden side of her is… Why would you ever think that the shallow 2D side is better than the in-depth 3D side in this scenario?!

If he ever gets there, Ace pledges to beat the hell out of every person who made Ashi think this in her home world. You can count on it.

From there on out, he had to keep his curiosity at a minimum. Though he wanted to keep pushing, he cared for her so much that he didn’t wanna cross her boundaries too far. So he kept it as teases and banters for the time being, because that’s how you keep it light and fun. Such as having sleepovers, just the two of them at Ramshackle.

To say the least, Ace got a little too comfy.

At some point, Ashi would offer him an old sweatshirt she never wears, too oversized for her but perfectly fitting for Ace during the cold nights he would want to visit. At some point, Ace had a secret knock he used at her window after the incident where he had only scared her instead of delightfully surprising her. At some point, Ashi and Ace giggling the night away became the norm for them.

Simple? Yeah, Ace had to admit, it’s just talking the night away with a friend till you both pass out, but it has its charm. Just as they showcase it in movies, the two best friends always hang out under the covers, tell scary stories and laugh excessively due to being way too sleep deprived, having a special bond that no one else would understand, just because they understood each other that well.

Something so simple, and yet something Ashi never got a taste of before.

She never got that close.

So, Ace, being the great friend he is and being the bearer of knowing Ashi’s history of, well, not being too involved in the usual teen activities, he would take it upon himself to go and make a dream come true. His mind begins to wander off way back when, before any of these bestie advancements were a thing. When Ace wouldn’t come out of nowhere, instead making his way through the door, like a normal person. And what better place to propose the idea of Ashi’s very first sleepover than the cafeteria?

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a sleepover. Seriously, Ash? The heck kinda life did you live?” Ace jokes, giving her the most bewildered look as they eat their lunch.

“Eh…” Ashi mumbles about, thinking about it as she takes a bite of her sandwich, “Kinda just the way the cards played out? Dunno, my mom didn’t really get the whole dealio.” Shrugging as if it’s nothing, she looks over at Grim chowing down his food to end the current topic.

Ace looks at her as she finishes talking, and he feels like her smile’s lacking more than it usually does.

“Then why don’t you experience it while you’ve got the right cards?” He shoots back, pulling Ashi back into the conversation, “You know who’s not here? Your mom.” He chuckles a little at his little joke, “Seriously though, take this whole away-from-your-family situation to your advantage!”

“Ace has a point, actually,” Deuce joins the conversation, “For once we agree on something. You’re already in a magic world, what’s one more abnormal thing to experience?”

Ashi blinks a couple times at the pair, before putting her finger to her chin and letting out a hum, “I guess so… Who do I invite, though? Plus, there’s Grimmy I gotta worry about too. This guy’s a drama queen…”

“I need my beauty sleep!” Grim scowls, before getting right back to his tuna. Ace rolls his eyes before he leans across the table, towards Ashi.

“Invite me, duh! Who else is your bestie, Ash?”

She smiles at his attitude, “Mr. Trappola, huuuh?” The brunette takes a comedic amount of time to think about it, “All his complaining miiight keep me up at night… Me and Grim are in the same boat when it comes to the sleep department too~.”

Deuce chuckles, “He really doesn’t shut up. Actually, a sleepover with all of us would be fun, but I have studying to do…”

Grim adds on, “Well I don’t wanna see an ugly face when I wake up!”

Tired of the bashing from the rest of the group, Ace loudly groans, “Then why don’t you take your ugly mug to me and Juice’s dorm while me and Ashi have a sleepover! Problem solved!”

It takes one glance from Deuce for Ace to get the message, “You know, you just sound like you just wanna get alone time with Ashi.”

The redhead glares back, “As if! I just wanna have a sleepover!”

…Only to add a solemn “Back me up, would you?” to it. Deuce gets it and helps him out.

“It would help me actually, Ashi. Take him away from me so I don’t have to worry about getting off track. And Grim can’t be that bad of a roommate, right? He’s just a cat. If he slept the whole time, I think it’d be relaxing if anything.” Deuce adds on, slowly egging on Ashi to decide.

“If you feed me enough tuna!”

The prefect ponders for a second, as her fingers tap once, twice on her chin, “I mean I guess… It’s not like it’s the first time Acey’s stayed over.” Ace pumps his fist in the air, and the other two think he’s being a little too obvious.

“Win! This time, it’ll totally be a proper sleepover. Call me the sleepover master, even! Get ready to not get a wink of sleep tonight, Ash!”

Ashi giggles in response before the bell rings and everyone scatters once again.

Later that night, Ace appears at the door of Ramshackle once he gets word that Grim has taken his place as Deuce’s roommate. He knows that Ashi’s scared of being alone in the dark, so of course he rushes over as fast as he can. Not because he wants to. It’s just what a decent person would do. It’s nothing to give him a weird look about. Right?

A few knocks and he’s let inside, and it’s not like anything has changed much. The dorm is the same old dusty and dainty place it’s always been, except this time he’ll be spending his time in an actual bed. No, it’s not because he’s asked all those previous times that Ashi finally caved in and let him get what he wants. It’s because now they’re just close enough that it’s chill. There’s no other reasoning further than that. Right?

Because he and Ashi are just best friends. He’s not here because he wants to have alone time with her! Ace just wants to see his best friend happy, able to experience all the things she hasn’t. Because that’s what good friends do.

…Right?

Okay, maybe Ace did get a little sidetracked from his main mission now that he thinks about it. The whole idea of being alone with Ashi planted a seed in his head, he admits it, but how could you blame him, honestly? None of that means that he didn’t get what he originally wanted, though. Two birds with one stone! He wins either way!

Still, it’s a night filled to the brim with snarky comments and blissful laughter, and while certain housewardens wouldn’t allow staying up this late, Ace decides that the lack of sleep is worth it. A sleepy Ashi is always cute, cuter than usual, and it’s an evening of rare sights. They’re both laying down all across the bed, staring at the blank ceilings and watching the cobwebs the prefect hates sway with the breeze of the bedroom. It’s calm, and neither of them are thinking about what they’re saying. The norm for one and an uncommon occurrence for the other.

“So how’d your first sleepover go?” Ace mutters, tiredness hitting them both. It’s dim within the room, and it’s thanks to Ashi’s nightlight that they can even take in this atmosphere at all.

“It was pretty hypesies.” Ashi replies back, and it’s a simple exchange. ‘Till she speaks up again after a while, and Ace is surprised at her different tone of voice.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

“Eh? Sounded pretty serious there, Ash.”

“That’s ‘cause I am!”

Ace faintly laughs, “Yeah, yeah. No problem.”

“Really though. I’m pretty sure you’re not as dumb as you look, so you probably caught on already,” Ace’s eyebrows suddenly jump in surprise at the sudden change in character, and Ashi proceeds, “I’m not really used to being this buddy buddy with people, even chicks— And like, it just means a lot to me that you even volunteered to do this with me in the first place. It makes me real happies to call you my bestie, you know?

I like that you’re honest. It makes me feel comfies. I can kinda be more like myself, somethin’ like that? And…” her voice quiets down before she says anything else. Which is somehow both a good and bad thing for Ace.

They both soak in the moment, and Ace’s cheeks feel like they’re burning up just a little. This is probably the most genuine reaction he’s gotten out of her— But at the same time, it’s completely unfair how she’s simultaneously making this seem so casual and yet so impactful.

His train of thought quickly fades away as a small, weak laugh from Ashi breaks through, “Sorries, I got too serious there. You might as well call me Riddle or something at this point,” she murmurs, her voice not quite carrying the energy she intended, “Probs ‘cause it’s past my bedtime.”

Ace hears her sit up a little, and he still stares at the ceiling blankly as he hears the crinkles and turning of the blankets along the bed. His next words practically come out of thin air, cheeks still feeling warm.

“You really should talk more, Ashi.”

The noises he hears suddenly pause, and after a quaint moment of silence, he hears a relieved exhale from the other side of the bed.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

It’s then that Ace wonders if it’s not just his cheeks that are hotter than usual at that moment.

From there on out, Ace feels both better and worse about himself. Because, man, his chest begins to feel kinda weird when he sees her. He swears she’s gotten prettier somehow, but at the same time, he also feels proud that he’s Ashi’s special person— she basically said it herself, y’know? Part of him wonders if this is the farthest he’s gonna get. Both as a friend and, well, maybe more.

So he waits days on end, they have their sleepovers more and more often, and hell, they get to a point where they have sleepovers every day. Ah yeah, the VDC days, amirite?

In his head, Ace thinks that this “era” of “AshAce” (name made by him, proof is in his alchemy notebook) is an era in which their relationship deepened even further.

There’s multiple points and examples he could give, and he’d tell you about ‘em and brag all day if he could. But the most vivid memory for Ace, apart from the one he forcibly tried to forget out of embarrassment, has gotta be when he really saw Ashi speak her mind.

He remembers the rain pittering and pattering outside when he went to go and get a drink. It was a cool night, after everyone was done and exhausted from practice, so he figured the one who’s all “I need my beauty sleep!”, especially, was asleep. Well, until he saw a figure outside and flipped the freak out— Alas, it was just Ashi, but he found it to be pretty out of character for her. She’s notorious for being horrible at dressing herself for the cold, and he’s sure Vil would bark her head off if she got sick before their performance. Ace’s neck still aches in memory of all the times he’s been collared, and he knows that pain of being yelled at by a housewarden all too well. Knowing Ashi? She wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of discipline. So why’s she out there in the first place?

He makes his way outside to investigate, and knocks a couple times on the doorframe, same pattern as he would when stepping through her window. Ashi’s frame jumps in surprise, and she quickly turns around, body stiff and drops of rain across her skin.

“Oh, it’s just you, Acey.”

“You aren’t looking too hot. What’re you even doing out here?”

“Ah…” Her tone of voice trails off, and ends off with a sneeze. Not a good sign.

The boy lets out a somewhat disappointed sigh as he sits down next to her, aware of the sketchbook on the porch as she keeps to herself. Based on the way there’s endless scribbles and several notes floating around the halfway finished sketches, contrasting against the blissful, one-take doodles in class, Ace puts the pieces together and concludes that maybe he’ll stay quiet just this once, the best he can. To prevent himself from getting any more tuckered out, and to prevent Ashi clamming up again.

He doesn’t like oysters, and clams sure aren’t that different in this scenario.

Now that he’s got a better look at her though, Ashi doesn’t seem to be very warm. The rainy ambience gave everything a downer mood, and her lack of a dry jacket is concerning. Her cheeks are wet too; but Ace can’t tell if that’s a byproduct of the weather or her own emotions.

“You don’t wanna get sick, do you? Vil’s never gonna let you hear the end of it.” Ace mutters, as he takes his own NRC blazer and drapes it across Ashi’s shoulders. She gives a faint smile, one saying thanks, before it fades away once again.

“You know me~. Not good with cold weather.”

“You’re even worse with discipline.”

“Fairs.” Ashi sighs, her voice quavering a little. The vibes in the air aren’t it, as Ashi would usually say, and I guess that’s something to apologize for for her.

“Sorry,” she says. It’s a quick mutter, but Ace hears it. And he hears her act unravel further and further, feeling his own heart drop and drop.

Hesitant, she continues, “I’m— I think I’m too tired to keep anything up at this point. There’s been so many issues going on and with managing and performing in VDC and feeling homesick I can’t even look anyone in the face right now. I’m so worried that my smile doesn’t live up to what it usually does, and I’m worried that everyone’s gonna notice and it’s all gonna go to ruins and the whole process of learning the dance and song is gonna get so— so… I don’t know!

I wanna perform. I want to learn from the others, but I don’t want to show them an Ashi that they’ll be annoyed with or make them think she isn’t what she’s lived up to be. I just can’t muster up the courage to push the act, so I end up spiraling down and isolating myself which is so not it for a cooperative project like this. Even if I do show up, the heck are the odds that they’ll be satisfied with such a half-assed act. It’s so hard to keep up.”

And now I’m showing you all of this stuff that I don’t want you to see and it’s embarrassing. It’s… I’m sorry, Ace. I’m sorry.”

Her confession finally comes to an end, and Ashi falls into silence. Meanwhile, Ace’s response is said so quickly— It doesn’t even seem like he’s keeping up with his own words.

“Ashi, seriously, you know I really don’t care, right?”

“…Huh?”

“Actually. I don’t care at all. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I don’t give a care in the world if you’re crying on my shoulder or laughing and doodling on my paper in class,” a breathy laugh follows suit, “Great Seven, honestly, when are you gonna realize that?”

The way Ace’s words just fall out of his mouth make him feel like he’s being too honest and brash again, and he doesn’t want to hurt Ashi in any way. He stops himself for a second before looking at the brunette’s expression, delicate and yet invested. It’s not anything ordinary, and maybe someone would find it weird coming from her. But if anything, Ace is an honest man. Both of them know this.

“You… Man. You know how I said you should talk more? That still holds up. You should think less, if anything. You overthink all these things, and you’re so people pleaser about it. Like— C’mon! You know I’ve got your back. You don’t have to be so cautious and scared of things.”

Ashi can barely process his words.

“Just know that I…”

Ace pauses.

“I… care for you. A lot.”

The silence that follows after is awkward, sure. Two frozen figures under the thin overhead of Ramshackle dorm, and Ace feels like he’s fumbled his words. The one time he hesitates.

Yet, one more raindrop falls to the floor, breaking the silence. And after that, one, two, three follow pursuit.

She doesn’t say anything, and yet Ace hears so much. Offering her his shoulder, they spend just a while longer together, soaking in the moment. Ace doesn’t mind the tears soaking into his clothing. Because if it results in Ashi’s true, sunny smile shining his way, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.

Of course, not without some lighthearted teasing.

It’s a bittersweet memory, Ace notes as he reminisces. A memory of many, but definitely one of the highlights, he thinks. Like he said, a pretty core point in their relationship, and an eye opener as to how Ashi works.

…He could even say it helped soothe his own insecurities too.

Ace would consider himself brash, assertive, and I guess in some cases, insensitive of other’s feelings. Other people think that too. It’s part of who he is, the troublemaking prankster he is. It’s a double edged sword. Sometimes people complain about your attitude and think you’re a dick, or sometimes people actually think you’re doing something good on a rare occasion.

While this kind of attitude could totally get you out of sticky scenarios, sometimes Ace’s heart hurts at the way people climb up before him. He did it to himself, really— I mean, he’s gained a reputation and at an expense, he just so happened to lose the chance of hearing some praise. The troublemaker gets something done? At least he’s actually done something. The good guy does it? Everyone’s cheering him on.

It stings a little.

It’s just the way he is, he knows it. He tells himself this again and again. He’s proud of it, but it’s hard to feel like he’s really accomplished something when people treat him the way they do. When he feels like he’s falling behind, all he can do is give snarky remarks to the people above him. He doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t gain anything.

But the rainy clouds fade away when Ashi’s near him, able to put all her trust in his care and see him as something better than a guy who’ll mess things up. She sees him as her knight in shining armor, and Ace’s heart heals.

To be someone people want to be around, and to have people see you for your true self without berating you because of it.

It’s something they both want. Something they both have, now that they’re together. Ace doesn’t wanna let that go. Not for one second.

These memories and thoughts with the girl he really loves are what Ace has to repeat in his mind, over and over and over again in this moment. Because when he’s standing in their little Heartslabyul hideout, the mood perfect and warm just like those paintings Ashi gushes about, voice clear and his back straight, he needs all the evidence he has.

He’s ready to take a shot at making this last forever.

Though, despite how determined he is, it’s not like he’s acting like his palms aren’t insanely sweaty right now. It’s lowkey embarrassing at how riled up he is about this.

Even in his basketball matches, he isn’t this nervous. But maybe it’s ‘cause Ashi isn’t cheering him on now that he’s really feeling the pressure? His thoughts wander and wander… couldn’t she get here sooner?

Jeez, how do you talk to girls again?

Ace has had a girlfriend before. He knows how to treat girls, but this opportunity is so much more stressful. Ashi’s not just a shot at a possible girlfriend for fun. He’s surprised himself if he’s being real about it, that he’s even this serious about them.

He didn’t intend for it to end up this way. To be friends, to best friends, to falling for one another and now, risking it all away in attempts to, what, kiss her? I guess it would be worth it. Wait— maybe he shouldn’t get too cocky about it. But doesn’t Ashi love him because he’s cocky? Wait a minute! Who said she even liked him like that in the first place?!

The redhead groans a little as he throws his head back. His last get-a-girl operation compared to this is insane. From boring stupid love to serious I-love-you-for-real love? Did Ashi really impact him this badly? Did her hopeless romantic disease spread to him too?! At this point, Ace doesn’t know if the break they spent apart while Ashi was off fighting Idia helped him calm down his feelings or make them more prominent.

He wallows in his thoughts a little longer, the doubt slowly consuming him, before a small noise of footsteps make their way towards him, causing him to straighten up. A patch of leaves open up, and Ashi waves through, catching Ace with somewhat of a goofy smile on his face.

Gosh, she really is pretty.

The nervous boy stands and waits for her to make her way towards him, and Ashi looks around the garden. Someone spruced it up, for sure. Starting out as just a simple hideout for Ace when he tried stalling from getting collared by Riddle, and turning into a hangout space for the two of them, Ashi never would’ve thought she’d see it in its full glory like this. Some cute fairy lights, treats on the small table, and even considering her fear of the dark, something about the atmosphere here still makes her feel delighted. It’s nice, but it obviously gives the suspicion that something’s gonna happen.

While she’s stuck enjoying the scenery, Ace can’t help but feel his smile getting even goofier as he watches her. The smile that shines through as she looks over at him tells Ace that he’s gotten successful with the first part.

“Ahaha. Acey, everything’s so bedazzled. What’s happening?” Ashi jokes, her voice chiming through the nighttime breeze. The redhead chuckles a little, before stepping another step closer.

“Just got something to tell you. It’s not a bad joke this time, I swear,” Ace comments, trying to keep the mood light, “So I tried getting the vibes to translate through this and that. Artsy, right? You proud?” He gives a snarky smile, gaining a laugh from the brunette.

“Yeah yeah~. So what is it?” Ashi tilts her head, awaiting for the big reveal. Ace gulps, before going on ahead. Just like he planned.

“Listen, I know that we haven’t really gotten time to spend with eachother since the end of VDC, but the whole break while you were gone… It got me to think about some stuff.” He starts off, focusing on the way Ashi’s expression changes along the way, “It made me really think of all the stuff we’ve been through, together, and I couldn’t help but keep thinking about how close we’ve gotten since you got here.

And NRC is filled to the brim with guys. Heck, some of them even have crushes on you. But…” Ace exhales, his heartbeat quickening as he starts to forget his lines. But in proper Trappola fashion, he bounces back and decides to go with his gut.

Brows furrowed as he clasps Ashi’s hands in his and pulls it to his chest, he spills his heart out to her.

“But none of those guys, and I mean none of them deserve you! You deserve someone you can laugh and cry with. Someone who won’t hate on you for showing something a little weaker than a big grin. Like me.

No matter what, even if we ever butt heads, you know I’ll always set it straight. Heck— I don’t even know how much time you have left in Twisted Wonderland— and I don’t know how much time we have left together. But none of that matters.

Because, Ashi— I love you.

I love you and I want to spend every single second with you. As something more than friends. Something where I can give you all the love you deserve, and you don’t have to be scared.

So please, just answer me.

Will you let me?”

The stars shine in Ashi’s eyes as she processes Ace’s words, and he feels his heart beating out of his chest. The tension is insane, and he can’t do anything but watch her for any sign of a reaction.

Stars, dancing in her eyes as they tear up and shine, her cheeks being painted a rosy red, and her shining smile falling into a soft one.

“Ace…”

“I love you, Ash.”

She laughs as her face faces downwards, hair falling over her eyes, “You idiot…” she mutters, before looking Ace in the eyes once again.

“I love you too. A lot.” Ashi confesses back, voice choking up a little as she laughs again. Again and again. It’s music to Ace’s ears, and he can't help but find himself laughing along as he picks her up and hugs her like it was her last. The two simmer in their emotions for a while, tears and jolly laughter transforming the atmosphere into a lovely and bright scene.

This is another memory to mark down, Ace subconsciously thinks as he holds Ashi in his arms, one to look back on again and again.

And he can’t wait to make even more memories from here on out.

#THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE THO #and a big thank you to the tenkaku server for helping me out <3 #welcome to my ace characterization!!!!!! #hope it gives better insight on ashi’s chara too #ashace #ace trappola #twstshi #ashi tamadai #twst oc #twst oc x canon #twisted wonderland #twst #THAT SHOULD BE IT I THINK…… #mini spoilers but <3 fun fact I referenced Ace’s ghost marriage proposal/speech in his confession #teehee

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I Promise You This

Genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, right person wrong time, partly college au

Pairing: Non Idol!Jeongin x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 9.3k

Warning: jealousy, toxic relationships, original characters, toxic characters, present and past timeline, party, mentions of drinking, implied hookup, kissing 

Summary: Jeongin and you were always a perfect match, but that didn’t matter when nothing worked in your favor. You tried to accept that over your years of friendship, but what happens when nothing is in the way anymore 

A/N: I was nooot expecting this to take over two months, but I guess I got a bit unmotivated lol I hope to be back though, and I will be working on those requests from the lovely anons!! I hope you enjoy 🩵🩵 

It had been an accident that you had met Yang Jeongin, but you were convinced that it was meant to happen. It was your very first day of university, and you were not only late to your very first class, but you walked into the wrong one completely. Your face was burning with embarrassment when you had to get someone to escort you to the correct classroom, and you tried to ignore all the eyes on you as you disrupted the lecture before finding one of the only empty seats. The rest of the class went by uneventfully, with you trying to focus on your professor going over first day stuff while unconsciously bringing your hands up to cool your cheeks. 

By the time class was over, it was already 12, and your stomach was starting to stir to remind you that it was still empty from your missed breakfast. You joined the flow of students flooding the building when a certain bleached-blonde haired guy knocked into your shoulder. He turned around to say a quick sorry before continuing on his path, but he whipped back around with a cheeky smile and dimples on full display. “Wait… you’re the girl who showed up late to the wrong class.” His tone was light and teasing as he slowed down to walk beside you. 

You groaned and covered your face with one hand which just elicited deep laughter from the guy at your shoulder, “yes, that’s me.” 

“You really must tell me your secret for first impressions.” When you looked back up at him, it wasn’t his charming smile that put you at ease, but the nervousness you could see behind it accompanied by his laughter that sounded just a touch awkward. It made you feel not so alone knowing that he was sharing your anxieties about the first day, and you didn’t have to pretend that change didn’t affect you. 

“Oh, there’s no secret. It's just in my nature,” you played along with his joke feeling slightly more at ease. 

He let out a short laugh again before shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket, “what’s your name by the way?” 

“Y/n, and yours?” 

“Y/n,” he said your name as if he were testing the taste of it on his tongue, and your ears perked hearing it in his deep tone. “I’m Jeongin.” 

“That’s so funny, I already met a Jeongin yesterday.” 

He tilted his head and quirked a brow at you, “really? Well, I’m clearly the better Jeongin,” he quickly reassured himself with a satisfied expression. 

You giggled a little, caught off guard by the sudden attitude, “I have spoken to you longer so.” This further inflated him until he was wearing a small smirk. 

You hadn’t realized how long you two had been walking together in the same direction while talking until you both took the same turn for a second time, “so where are you headed?” 

“Lunch hall, I’m starving,” you dramatically sighed while clutching your stomach. 

“Mind if I come with?” The question was unexpected, given that you were confused why he wanted to spend even more time with you. You tried to not to show it on the outside, but you turned your head to try to study his features, maybe even guess at what was going through his mind. You weren’t met with much, but a relaxed smile as he stared ahead and continued walking with you. 

You took a moment too long to answer, and your mind almost completely blanked when he turned to look at you. It was the first time you really got to look at him and his beautiful fox-like features, and he tilted his head in question. “Um, yeah. Sure. Why not?” You laughed breathily, willing your heart to slow down. 

You were viscerally aware of his presence at your shoulder; the warmth of his body radiating off of him and making you even more flustered when he occasionally brushed against you. Despite the warmth in your cheeks and the tingling under your skin, Jeongin and you got along easily throughout lunch. Little by little, you got to know each other, and what you didn’t learn then, you would find out the next day at lunch and the day after that. It became a tradition that carried on past your days at university. 

~~~

The people at the table who joined you changed throughout the years, but at the root, Jeongin and you always stayed the same. With life getting in the way, you can’t always meet for lunch, but you still hang out whenever you can. You even became regulars at a café that you frequented which is where you are now, filling Jeongin in on the details of your latest work gossip. You were both giggling over your iced americanos, only pausing the conversation briefly to catch your breath and sip your coffee. 

You were finishing the story, trying to talk over the aftershocks of laughter, when Jeongin’s phone vibrated the table, and he grabbed it to check. You watched as the smile that lingered on his face immediately sobered up once he checked his phone, and you furrowed your brows in concern. “Everything okay, Innie?” You tried to ask playfully. 

He cleared his throat before pocketing his phone and turning his attention back on you, a reserved smile replacing the one he wore earlier. “Oh, it was just Haru. She said she’s on her way.” 

At hearing her name, your smile also faltered a little before you were able to keep your expression to yourself. “Oh… great!” you said with as much enthusiasm as you could muster, but your bubble with Jeongin had burst at the mention of his longtime girlfriend. You hated that you harboured these feelings for your best friend’s girlfriend, but you also hated how unhappy you could see he was. 

That was as much as you could acknowledge Haru, and Jeongin quickly recovered the flow of your conversation from before. You had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be coming when suddenly she was wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, her hair acting as a curtain and hiding him from view. You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers that were wrapped around your iced americano to busy yourself while they were sharing a rather loud kiss that made you have to suppress a grimace. 

“Hey, Y/n!” Haru greeted you with a saccharine sweet tone and matching face- splitting smile. She wasn’t in her own seat, opting to perch on Jeongin’s chair by him and securing his hand around her waist. “How are you?” 

“I’m fine, Haru. And you?” No matter your feelings of their relationship, it wasn’t your business, so you still tried to remain friendly. But you couldn’t help but notice how she hadn’t really talked to Jeongin besides planting that kiss on him, or how he looked slightly uncomfortable from the exaggerated display. 

Jeongin would say something if it really bothered him though, and he stayed quiet as Haru leaned against him and hooked an arm around his shoulders. “Thanks for asking, I actually had the craziest thing happen to me. Like you would not believe the audacity…” You didn’t mean to zone out as she launched into some story that was ‘the craziest thing’, but you’ve heard the same thing a million times. Someone minorly inconveniences Haru, and she takes it personally, choosing to hold on to it all day. 

~~~

Haru was a nice girl, at least that’s the impression that you always had when she started to hang out in your friend group more frequently, but your paths still rarely crossed. It was the end of the November of your first year, and you were settled into your life at university. You were grateful for the people that you have come to know, but you thanked the stars for your now best friend, Yang Jeongin. You held the connection that you had with him close to your heart, and all of your friends in university have managed to keep you sane. 

However, you’ve started to wonder if you’ve been keeping Jeongin too close to your heart because it was getting harder and harder to deny your feelings for him by the day. You were nervous to talk to him when he was still a stranger that you hoped to make friends with, but now that he was your closest friend, your heart still quickened when he was near. He definitely was attractive and your type, so there was really no reason not to entertain the idea of pursuing more with him. But tale as old as time, he was your best friend first, and you weren’t sure if you were willing to sacrifice a potential lasting friendship. 

Just thinking about Jeongin put you in a good mood and subconsciously brought a smile to your face. Your favorite part of everyday was getting to see him, and everything seemed less exciting once you weren’t with him. You had wrestled with your feelings many times throughout the months that you had known Jeongin, overanalyzing every interaction and hoping that maybe he secretly felt the same. Jeongin was friendly with everyone, so it was hard to tell if the way he smiled at you was special or the way he wanted to spend time with you was more than just what being close friends entailed.  

“Where’d you go?” Jeongin asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You were standing in the kitchen of some frat house at a typical Friday night party with a red solo cup in your hand and loud music assaulting your ears. Jeongin had leaned in closer to you ear, so you could hear him over the noise that filled the air suffocatingly, immediately causing your breath to hitch from the close proximity. You were trying to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, but you didn’t realize that you had zoned out mid-conversation. 

“Oh, sorry.. I was just thinking…” You replied before taking a sip from the cup to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. When you faced him again, your heart slightly melted at the sight of his dark eyes now looking at you round and soft in questioning. 

He looked at you for a moment longer before smiling slightly, dimples showing. “About..?” He playfully nudged your shoulder with his. 

“Um, I have something to tell you,” you wanted to snatch those words that lingered in the air and swallow them back again. Your stomach was churning with nervousness, but you made up your mind in that moment that you wanted to go through with it. 

“Okay…” Jeongin said, prompting you to continue. 

“Can we go somewhere more… quiet?” You hoped the hand that was holding your cup wasn’t visibly trembling like your insides. 

“Yeah, let’s go find somewhere,” Jeongin grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together, completely unaware of the effect he had on you. He led you through the crowd and up the stairs, keeping you close to his side as he headed towards some destination in his mind. You were pretty familiar with the layout of the house, being friends with a few members of the frat as well as having attended a handful of the parties, so you realized he was heading for one of the bedrooms. After knocking and discovering most of the rooms occupied, you finally found one for yourselves, and once the door shut behind you, the party felt a world away. 

You’d been alone with Jeongin many times before, but as you both sat on the side of the bed, this time felt much more intimate. “So, I have something I want to tell you…” You broke the stifling silence, but you couldn’t find the courage to look at him, opting to stare at your fidgeting fingers instead. 

“Hey, what is it?” Jeongin asked in a gentler tone, placing a hand over yours to calm your anxious movement. 

“I have feelings for you, Innie,” you powered through in one exhale of breath, taking a leap before you thought about where you would land. 

Jeongin’s hand never moved from where they were resting over yours, but he was quiet for a moment too long, allowing regret to seep into you. “Y/n…” When you looked up to meet his gaze, you immediately knew what was going to follow, and from the melancholy swimming in his eyes, you weren’t going to like it. 

“Oh… I see…” you pulled your hands away from his and hugged them around yourself. Jeongin held your gaze for a moment longer, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I’m sorry, you obviously don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you how I feel… I’m sorry.” 

“Y/n, I… might have feelings for you too but…” your shoulders dropped in visible disappointment when he uttered the but. “Haru already asked me out and… I said yes.” At this, you felt completely torn inside. As much as you cared for Jeongin, you didn’t want to beg for him, and it seemed he made his choice. 

You thought back to when it even happened that Haru had gotten so close to Jeongin. You didn’t realize that she had left such an impression on him since he never mentioned her, but he was always friendly with her. That was the thing with Jeongin, he was always friendly. Did he laugh at all her jokes too? Give her playful nicknames and hang out with her when you were busy? Did they go to all your favorite spots? Were the past couple of months more meaningful to you? 

But he said that he might have feelings for you… but he was with Haru now. “Okay,” your voice was strained from the intense emotion you were trying to suppress. Wanting to remain as neutral as possible. “Okay, I just needed to tell you how I feel.”

You were unsure of what else to say, so you couldn’t help but repeat yourself. “Y/n, I don’t want anything to change between us. I really care about you. I wish I had known sooner…” Jeongin said this last part quieter as if he was talking more to himself than you, but you heard it all the same. 

“Please don’t, don’t say things you don’t mean..” you didn’t want to be bitter, but hearing you missed your chance brought you no peace of mind. 

“Y/n… I really do care about you. Please, let’s work through this.” The rejection hurt, but the thought of losing Jeongin completely hurt more. Your chest felt constricted, but knowing you meant something to him did ease the feeling. 

You took a deep breath before answering. “Innie, can I just have some time?” 

He sat in silence for a moment, a longing look on his face as if there was more he wanted to say. He shook his head and dropped his eyes, “of course… if that’s what it takes.” He hesitantly got up from the bed before making his way to the door. “But I’m always here for you, I promise you this.” 

You didn’t know what else to say, not even sure if you could say anything else. You feel as if you’ve been underwater this whole time, and it was getting hard to breathe. You wondered if Jeongin and you really would be okay as he softly closed the door behind you, and you let the first tear fall. 

~~~

A week had passed since you had last seen Jeongin at the café, and you and your group of friends were piled in the living room debating over what movie to watch for the night. Haru had taken a selfie with Jeongin when they first arrived and plopped down on the couch together, but you have yet to see them have another interaction. She was having an animated conversation with Felix, her back completely turned to Jeongin who wore a bored expression as he lounged against the cushions. You tilted your head at him and offered a small smile before getting up to get some more water. 

“Does anyone need anything from the kitchen while I’m there?” You asked. A chorus of requests rang throughout your friend group asking for water and various snacks. “Woah woah, I'm just one person.” 

“I’ll go with you,” Jeongin laughed before pulling himself off the couch and joining you by your side. You saw Haru narrow her eyes at you out of your peripheral vision, but when you swiveled your head to look, she had gone back to her one- sided conversation with Felix. You were almost tempted to ask Felix if he wanted to join too, but you didn’t want to intentionally give Haru any reason to be mad. 

Haru always looked down on your and Jeongin’s friendship since, according to her, it was a bad look that he was close to anyone that wasn’t her. Luckily, this never caused Jeongin to quit hanging out with you since he knew that sentiment was ridiculous, and he was allowed to have a life outside of his relationship. You had tried asking Jeongin about his relationship with Haru, but he just seemed to shut down and get quiet. You never wanted to overstep boundaries and solely asked out of concern for your friend, but you knew to respect your friend and his relationship.  

“Don’t pick a movie without us, and no, we’re not watching Howl’s again, Han.” Jeongin called back over his shoulder as you both headed to the kitchen. 

You laughed as Han launched into a full fledged argument as to why Howl’s is always a good movie to watch. You glanced at Jeongin who was already looking at you with a mischievous grin, knowing what his comment would cause. “Come on,” you swatted his arm playfully and continued making your way to the kitchen. “Now that was wrong,” you said with a giggle as you opened the fridge to grab the drinks. 

“What?” Jeongin feigned innocence, and you could hear the goofy smile in his voice without even having to look up. 

You raised an eyebrow at him unimpressed with an armful of water and soda before closing the door with your foot. He helped you with the load of refreshments, and you tried not to focus on the feeling of his warm breath fanning against your face as he moved in close. Your eyes flicked up to his for a brief moment before he took the drinks from your arms, and your brain needed a moment to refocus on the conversation. “We all know you love Howl’s just as much.” 

You resorted back to teasing, hoping to brush off the feelings from before. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied easily, having set down the drinks and searching the cabinets for the snacks that your friends wanted. 

“Oh okay, tell that to your desktop screen. We all know you fanboy over Howl just like the rest of us.” 

“Nah, I’ve always been more of a Turnip-Head fan.” You both shared a laugh while gathering all the snacks and drinks and making your way back into the living room. There was a buzzing noise coming from the counter, and you realized that you had set your phone down on the counter when you walked in. You turned around to ask Jeongin to grab it, but it was already in his hand. 

He looked down at it with a slight frown and his eyebrows were furrowed. “Innie?” 

“Why is Juhan calling you?” 

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll just call him back later.” You laughed awkwardly and waved a flippant hand. 

Jeongin set everything that he was holding on the counter before leaning against it, still wearing a confused expression. “What do you mean you’ll call him back later? Are you talking to him again? We’re talking about the same Juhan, right? Your ex- boyfriend, Juhan?” He spoke evenly, but his tone was teetering on annoyance. 

“Yes, Innie, We’ve hung out a few times, but it’s fine. Let’s just go, please.” You grabbed your phone and let out a long sigh. 

“Wait wait wait, when did this happen?” His face twisted in even more confusion and huffed out a disbelieving laugh. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his gaze. You felt shame starting to simmer somewhere in your chest from having kept this from your best friend, but there was no way to avoid it now. You reluctantly set down the snacks that you were holding on the counter by Jeongin, and you joined him at his side, leaning against the counter. “He texted me a couple weeks ago, and we talked a lot… Eventually, we decided to meet up, and… now, we’re just seeing where things go.” 

When you finally looked back up at Jeongin, he was gazing down at you, but this time with a much softer expression. “Y/n…”

“Innie, I really don’t need a lecture from you.” You laughed a bit bitterly and carded your fingers through your hair. 

“I just don’t want you to waste your time on some guy who doesn’t even deserve you.” His words were light, and they lifted your heart a little. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to back down. “Oh, because you’re one to judge relationships now?” You found yourself saying the words before you could stop them from spilling out. 

He looked slightly taken aback by this, and he blinked a few times before being able to respond. “No… I remember how shitty he was as a boyfriend the first time around and think that you shouldn’t have to settle.” Jeongin’s voice raised slightly, and you could tell that the conversation was starting to spiral. 

“Thanks Jeongin, but maybe you should worry about your own relationship before giving out advice to others. I mean, do Haru and you even like each other anymore?” 

Jeongin looked away from you, and you could see the way his jaw set from his side profile, the tik from the muscle poking out. You gripped the counter until your knuckles turned white, waiting for what he had to say next. You could feel your heart racing and your blood pumping from the conversation, but you couldn’t stand him at this moment. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but closed it once again, and you could feel a rift tearing in between you with each second passing. 

He was what you wanted in the first place. He was the one that you were trying to replace in your heart. He would always be right there, but never yours. No matter how hard you tried, it never got easier to live with it. 

You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you escalated the situation. You knew you should just speak up and apologize because all he ever did was look out for you. As selfish as it was, it felt good to let out some of your emotions, but he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve it, and you knew you would regret this later. 

“Are you- are you jealous?” Jeongin finally said, looking at you incredulously. You retracted from his side like you’d been burned, and you could see Jeongin’s face fall from your reaction. You could only stare at him and blink back tears because maybe you were. He shut his eyes, and his face contorted in guilt at his words as he let out a heavy sigh. “Look, Y/n… I’m sorry-“ 

He took a step towards you and tried to reach out to you, but Felix walked in. “Hey guys, what’s taking so long…” his sentence started off in his sunshine tone, but he trailed off at the end when he saw the state of you two. 

“Sorry, Lix. We were just walking out.” You grabbed the stuff off the counter, and you pushed your way past Jeongin. 

~~~

When Jeongin had left you after you confessed at the party, things had changed. The second semester started, and Jeongin and you had barely hung out besides a group setting. The only thing that made you still feel connected was when you’d still text each other. It was a sore spot seeing the new campus couple, but you were adjusting to your new relationship with Jeongin. 

Your heart squeezed when Haru was the one that made him laugh, or when she was the one that Jeongin looked at lovingly. You willed yourself to move on and look elsewhere, but he was always in the back of your mind. You knew that in order not to lose him completely that it was necessary, so you tried to open your heart. Luckily, things never felt awkward on Jeongin’s end, and it seemed like he never meant to let the distance ruin anything. 

Sophomore year, you had gone on a few dates and had some failed talking stages. No one was ever Jeongin, but it still helped you feel like you were taking the right steps at moving on. Seeing Haru and Jeongin when hanging out with friends had less and less of an effect on you, and you stopped thinking about what would’ve happened if he had chosen you. Now, you just missed the first friend you made at university, and the closest bond that you had. 

It was late one night during finals season, and you were mentally preparing yourself for a late night at the library studying. The moon was already high outside, and there were students everywhere with noses buried in their laptops and some form of caffeine in their hands. You had just settled into a nook on the far side with the large window you always used as your spot before making your way through the bookshelves. You were scanning the spines, looking for the specific one you needed when you bumped right into a familiar blonde. 

“Woah, Y/n. Are you okay?” He said your name with a smile spreading on his face once he recognized you, and his hands were quick to find your waist to steady you. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You smiled back at him, and a familiar warmth spread across your chest. “Are you okay?” You slightly laughed, a bit embarrassed while rubbing the shoulder that collided with him. 

He joined in with your laughter, and you felt your smile grow even more. “Actually no, I think my shoulder is sprained. You should take me to the nurse, and since we couldn’t study, we should get a note that excuses us from the exams.” He dramatically clutched his shoulder and leaned on you for support while fake wincing in pain. “Was that believable?” 

He peeks one eye open up at you, “not even a little bit.” You answered him while giggles escaped you. 

“Aw man, worth a shot.” He straightens up, looking at you with a smile still resting on his face. “I looked for you in your corner earlier, but you weren’t here yet.” 

“Yeah, I was on a date actually…” 

“Oh… a date… wow,” you swore his smile faltered for a second, but maybe it was wishful thinking. “Tell me how it went?” 

“Oh, okay… do you want to join me in my corner?” 

“I’d love to.” You found the book that you needed before making your way back to the table with Jeongin. It was a small one with two chairs facing each other. You sat down in one and started arranging your study materials while Jeongin did the same. “So tell me about your date?” He said casually after a while, not even looking up from his screen. 

“It went really well actually. I hope we go out again. It was Song Juhan. Do you know him-“

“No, no, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him,” he immediately answered and even made a show of tilting his head up to try to think. “Where did he take you?” 

“We went to the arcade, played some games-“ 

“Wait, the one that we used to go to all the time?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one-“ 

Jeongin was quick to interject each time, and it was starting to make you wonder the reason behind it. “Oh, remember that stuffed fox I won you in the claw machine, or when you beat me at skee-ball and I had to order our food only singing?” You laughed along with the memories brought up, and it reassured you that he held them close just like you had. 

“Of course I remember. Those are some of the best times from uni so far.” You admitted. 

“Yeah, I really miss hanging out with you like that…” you looked up to meet Jeongin’s sincere gaze, and you had hope that now you were ready to be close again. 

“Yeah, me too…” When Jeongin joined you at your table, your studies in front of you suddenly didn’t seem as important. You tried focusing occasionally, but you were pulled into talking easily, catching up on the past semesters and reminiscing on more memories. You remembered why Jeongin and you had gotten so close in the first place, and you realized that you still cared for Jeongin’s happiness even if that meant seeing him with someone else. “How are things with Haru?” 

The smile that had been resting on his face faded only slightly before he answered, “they’re good mostly, I don’t know.” He laughed shyly while rubbing the back of his neck. 

“What do you mean mostly?” 

“Haru is a nice girl, and I like her and everything, but lately…” he hesitated in finishing and fidgeted with his hands folded in front of him. “I don’t know, lately it seems that she’s been too into the whole campus couple thing.” You gave him an encouraging look and waited for him to continue, “sometimes it feels like she cares about the image of us more than actual us.” 

He looked at you with wide, vulnerable eyes, and your fingers tingled to reach out and comfort him. “Have you talked to her about it?” You suggested. 

“Every time I try it feels like she’s not actually listening. Sorry, I don’t know why I’m dumping all of this on you. We can change the topic.” He laughed awkwardly and shifted in his seat. 

You offered him a small smile, “Innie…” At the sound of his old nickname, his eyes snapped to yours. “I know we haven’t been as close lately, but I’m always here for you. I promise you this.”

“Thank you, y/n. That actually means a lot to me.” He let out a deep breath like a weight had been lifted off of him, and you were happy you could take some of that from him. 

~~

Your thoughts kept leading back to that conversation with Jeongin in the kitchen, and how you had let it get to the point you did. You knew he was just concerned about you seeing an ex in which you shared troubled history, but that ex was also the only other person that you felt some kind of connection with. It was different from the one you shared with Jeongin, but you felt that rush all the same. It gave you hope that you wouldn’t be stuck on something that would never be yours, and you couldn’t understand why Jeongin wouldn’t want that for you. 

That was why you had invited Juhan over a couple nights later instead of meeting Jeongin for coffee or even trying to text him back. You left his numerous attempts at reaching out on the back burner for now, needing to prove to yourself that you could do what Jeongin did and love someone else. You needed to feel needed, and you hoped that Juhan could provide that for you. You were hoping that reigniting this next step would finally lead to more in rekindling your relationship with him. 

After Juhan had taken what he wanted, he told you that maybe you were better off in a relationship that had purely no strings attached. He told you in a soft tone as if you were a child that needed everything explained, and you could do nothing but stare blankly. He quickly gathered his clothes and left you on the bed to process how used you felt. After all this time, you still had not learned anything, and you even pushed your best friend away. 

You willed yourself not to cry, but you couldn’t help the dam breaking in the shower as you felt so defeated. You wondered where things got so twisted that you ignored the one person you knew cared more about you than anyone else. You were lost in your thoughts and wallowing in your bed when a knock sounded at the door, and you checked your phone for the time. It was already midnight, and you were set on edge about who it could be. That was until a familiar voice called out to you once you reached the door, and it caused relief to flood your veins. 

“Innie?” You questioned softly while pulling open the door. You were suddenly very cautious of being in just your tank top and pajama shorts as you hugged your arms around yourself, and your eyes stung against the sudden bright lights of the hallway, still puffy from crying. 

“Y/n, good you’re still awake.” His shoulders visibly relaxed.

You would be lying if you said that he wasn’t exactly what you wanted at this moment, but you were still wondering why he was here, “W-what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you, and you weren’t answering me. We need to make things right. I can’t stand when we’re distant- wait, have you been crying?” He asked once he fully took in your appearance. 

“It’s okay,” you tried to say, but your voice cracked and your bottom lip wobbled which gave you away. In one swift movement, Jeongin crossed the threshold into your apartment, closed the door behind him, and pulled you into a tight embrace. He wrapped both arms around you and cradled you close to his chest while you held onto his hoodie, trying to ground yourself. “You were right, Innie. About all of it.” You croaked out in between the sniffles and whimpers. 

“Y/n… you were right too. About all of it.” You pulled away from him to be able to look up into his eyes, and they reflected all the same emotions. “Tell me what happened.” 

He was gently stroking your back, his arms still hooked around you, “He told me…” The words caught in your throat as you recounted what had just transpired, feeling shame and regret, but Jeongin waited patiently for you to continue. “He told me that I was better off being in ‘no strings attached relationships’.” You made air quotes around the words that you were repeating from him and laughed bitterly after. You could feel Jeongin’s arms around you go stiff, and his expression grew serious. 

“He said that to you?” He asked softly, head tilted to the side and eyes wide with concern. “You know that’s not true right?” He asked this almost pleadingly, and when you cast your gaze down to your feet, he lifted your chin for you to look back at him. 

His eyebrows were furrowed and your heart squeezed with how worried he was for you, “I don’t know… I don’t want to believe it but…”

He moved his hand from your chin to rest on your cheek and wipe away with his thumb some of the tears that were still falling. “Y/n, you’re going to find someone who’s going to love you and care about you just as deeply because that’s what you deserve.” His words eased you slightly, and a soft smile settled on your face momentarily. However, you felt your ears heat up, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he was. 

You took a step back and cleared your throat while muttering a thank you. You collected yourself, wiping away the last of your tears, “thank you. I’m lucky to have you to care for me.” 

“I’ll always care for you…” Jeongin said almost quietly and took another cautious step toward you. You swallowed, finding it hard to breathe when he closed the distance between you two, hand sliding to the small of your back. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as he looked down at you, “I’ve been so confused for so long… I really liked Haru. She seemed like the safest choice as stupid as that sounds, and at first, it was really nice. But eventually she barely even cared for me, she just wanted everyone to be jealous of our perfect relationship. I thought I was doing the right thing by trying to make it work but… I was just making everyone miserable. When you started dating Juhan, it bothered me so much. I was the jealous one, but that was wrong because I was with Haru.”

He paused his monologue to scoff at himself, but your brows were knit in confusion at the use of past tense. “Jeongin, what are you-“ 

You started, but he cut you off to finish explaining himself. “I couldn’t stand seeing Juhan and you together, but I also couldn’t stand not seeing you at all. I kept telling myself I just hated seeing you treated like that, and while that was true, I was also so jealous. When I found out you were talking to him again… all those feelings came back. And like I said, you were right. Haru and I just didn’t work. We might’ve loved each other, but we weren’t in love.” You held your breath, waiting for him to confirm what you were thinking, “we talked about everything after that night in the kitchen, and… we decided to break up.” 

You blinked a few times unsure of what to say, your eyes searching all the features of the boy that you’ve admired for so long. You thought you were selfish for wishing that he would be yours, but now it didn’t seem so heedless. You parted your lips, but the words died on your tongue as you reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes, the look of longing in his eyes causing your stomach to flip. When his gaze flickered down to your lips, you pulled him into you and let yourself feel everything you tried to hold back for so long. 

His reaction was instant, as if he had been anticipating the kiss. His lips worked in tandem with yours, and he pulled you in closer to him by the firm grasp he still had on your waist. The kiss left you breathless in seconds, but you didn’t dare pull away from him. His lips were soft against yours and while the kiss was needy and desperate, it was also so sweet. 

In seconds, you were already addicted to how his body was pressed against yours and the taste of his kiss. When you broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours while you ran your fingers through the soft locks at the nape of his neck. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” You said as you pulled away to look at him, being met with his soft smile and dimples. 

“I can’t believe I wasted so much time.” He said absently, and you could almost see all of the thoughts dancing through his mind. “I really want to get this right with you.” 

Your heart picked up at his words, and you could feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Maybe we should just take things slow then,” you suggested. It was true what you said that you’ve been waiting for so long, but now that it was happening, you also wanted to get it right. There are so many feelings coursing through the two of you right now, you wanted to make sure it was more than just impulse driving the both of you. 

“Is that what you want?” Jeongin asked with a sincere look in his eyes. 

“I want you… but I want this to be more than just the heat of the moment.” 

“I understand, but I’ll still want you, I promise you this.” You smiled up at him as he held your gaze, and he leaned in for another kiss. 

~~

You were halfway into your senior year, and things were seeming like they were as they should be. You had reconnected with Jeongin, and you were thankful it was the type of friendship that feels comfortable even after facing disconnect. Every lunch that you had with Jeongin where you’d both trade jokes, gossip, advice, and everything in between reassured you that he was worth it. He still made you feel like no one else, and you just seemed to understand each other. 

You and Juhan had been somewhat of an item for nearly a year now, and while there were ups and downs, you felt you had grown to love him in a way. Your connection with Juhan had grown very fast, and while you didn’t talk much about your future together, Juhan thought it best to take it a day at a time. At first, you weren’t sure how to feel about this answer whenever you would try to talk to him, but he always proved that he did want to be together in the ways that seemed more important. He made you feel wanted and seen when you were together, and you were glad to have someone to pass the time with. 

It hadn’t been long after that night in the library that Jeongin had asked if you wanted to start having lunch together like old times, and although it wasn’t quite like old times anymore with Haru and Juhan, lunch became your favorite part of your day again. If you were being completely honest, you liked it best when it would end up being just you and Jeongin. The dynamic with everyone there had strained undertones and forced conversations, but your favorite moments were when you and Jeongin got caught up in your own world. The way Jeongin became animated as he told you some story and his eyes never leaving yours replayed in your head later causing you to smile absently to yourself. 

Everyone had joined the table today at lunch, and Jeongin was messing around with you while Haru was draped over him, occasionally interrupting your conversation to show him something on her phone that usually held most of her attention. Juhan was doing what he usually did to your left, which was to keep to himself as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. You wanted to assume he was just reserved, but after getting to know him, you weren’t so sure that was the case, sensing some tension in his body language. 

“Don’t give me that look,” Jeongin playfully warned before tossing his pen at you which made you shriek and put your hands up in reflex. 

“I didn’t do anything!” You laughed before quickly grabbing the pen and tossing it back at him.

He easily caught the pen and rolled his eyes, “yeah, okay.” You were helping him review some material for his next class that he had a quiz in, but you couldn’t help but tease him. You asked him the next question, and he made his thinking face again with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly parted. 

You couldn’t help but stifle another giggle which broke his concentration, and he threw the pen again. “Noo, I’m just kidding,” you burst out laughing while dodging the pen again. 

That’s when Juhan sighed and leaned up to grab the pen, placing it on top of Jeongin’s notebook before returning to his original position. You glanced over at Juhan who was looking at you with his head tilted slightly before you looked back at Jeongin who was watching Juhan closely. You cleared your throat and tried to shift the focus back to just studying the note cards, fidgeting in your seat. After a while, things seemed to go back to how they were, and you were burning through the review material with Jeongin pretty quickly. 

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Juhan asked you in a tone that seemed like it wasn't actually a question. He stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and stared down at you expectantly. 

“Actually, I was going to walk with Jeongin to class since-” 

He cut you off before you could even finish with a scoff at the mention of your best friend’s name. “Babe, can’t you just act like my girlfriend for once?”

You were taken aback by his comment, and heat flooded your cheeks in embarrassment. It always felt like Juhan was bothered by your and Jeongin’s friendship, but every time you tried to have a conversation, he shut you down and assured you he wasn’t jealous.  You were confused why he was having such a big reaction today, and you were even more confused as to why he was trying to instigate an argument in front of everyone. You gaped, unsure of what to say and laughed uncomfortably. 

“Dude,” Jeongin jumped in to help you. “Chill, we just have classes in the same building today.” 

Juhan just shook his head and ignored his comment altogether, “Whatever. I’ll see you later I guess, Y/n.” He walked away and you sagged in your chair in relief of the situation not escalating further. Jeongin tried checking up on you, but you just wanted to forget the situation for now. You returned back to helping him study, and Haru continued with her nose in the phone, completely oblivious to anything that just occurred. 

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asked you again softly once it was just the two of you walking to class together with a sincere look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t know what all that was about…” 

You tried to brush it off, but Jeongin could still tell that it was weighing on you. “Hey, you know you can talk to me right? I’m always here for you.” He placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention and offered you a small smile. 

His gesture calmed down the thoughts in your head enough for you to begin to put them into words. “I can’t figure out his problem though. He always swears that everything’s fine, but then he wants to say something like that…” You sighed, not knowing what else to do to get through to Juhan. 

“Yeah, that was uncalled for,” Jeongin rolled his eyes thinking back to Juhan’s little comment. 

“I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore… We are able to do all the fun stuff as a couple perfectly fine, but does it matter if we can’t figure out the important stuff like communication and trust?” You asked no one in particular, having your own revelations in your heart as Jeongin just listens attentively. 

You both walked in silence for a moment as you both contemplated your words, “yeah. I get what you mean…” His voice sounded small and faraway. Your head snapped up at his confession to find his own brow furrowed thought. Before you could say anything else to him, you were entering the building, and he was starting off in the direction of his class. “We’ll talk later, okay?” He waved back at you and flashed you a smile that showed off his dimples. 

Your talk with Jeongin made you realize that the relationship you had with Juhan wasn’t something that you wanted anymore. You went through the motions of being a couple, but there was no real effort being put in to make it work. You wanted a real love with someone who cared enough to make it last, who felt like it was worth it to make it last. As much as it hurt to admit, you didn’t think you were getting there with Juhan. 

You decided to break things off soon after that, and even if the relationship felt like a sham, the emotions were still there. You really thought you could give your heart to Juhan, so it was crushing that it was all for nothing. You hated that you didn’t see the signs sooner, and you also hated how you felt you wasted so much time. You had wanted to focus on all the ways that he made you happy that you had failed to see all the things that were missing. 

Your heart ached for months, but Jeongin was always there to make you smile. He offered you reassurances as many times as you needed to hear them until he felt like you really believed them, and you could tell he really listened to you when you needed to just talk. He indulged in all of your ice-cream therapy sessions, and he encouraged you in any way you needed. Eventually, the hurt dulled, and you felt normal again with Jeongin’s endless support. 

~~~

It had been about three weeks since Jeongin and you had finally spilled your hearts to each other, and even though you both agreed to take things slow, you couldn’t help but have a hopeful feeling about what the future contained for the both of you. Your relationship hadn’t changed that much since then because you both needed to process any lingering feelings for your past relationships and each other, but you couldn’t help but share some kisses every now and then though. The more you hung out with Jeongin, the more you both opened yourself to those feelings for each other, and the more you explored your new dynamic, the braver the both of you felt. You had to admit you were a bit worried about ruining your friendship for something more with him, but you knew he was worth the risk. 

You were both at lunch one day, just the two of you, when he had told you about a party his company was hosting in order to celebrate some success. It was a semi- formal event being held on the rooftop of the building this friday, and he had really wanted you to come. He assured you it wasn’t a date although you would be attending as your plus one, and a part of you wished that it were. He had promised to make it worth your time with a wink and a dazzling smile that flashed his dimples, and you were a goner. 

That’s how you found yourself nervously approaching an ethereal looking Jeongin in a light suit and wine- colored tie with thin wire framed glasses and longer black hair that perfectly framed his sharp features. You fidgeted with your necklace that you used to accessorize with the dress you had previously worn to a wedding in your family, and you offered him a tentative smile once you came to a stop in front of him. He raised his eyebrows at you and visibly looked you up and down, causing your stomach to flip and cheeks to burn. “Y/n,” he smiled brightly as he said your name, and you felt yourself relaxing. 

Up on the rooftop, the sun was starting its descent beneath the horizon, and the sky was bathed in beautiful hues of warm oranges and yellows that felt like the happiness stirring in your stomach when Jeongin looked at you. It was contrasted by the greenery surrounding the event and the strings of lights hanging over your head that would soon feel like a blanket of stars. There were tables set up with people scattered about, engaged in conversation, and an open bar at the back. You were taking in the inviting atmosphere when you turned to look at Jeongin whose soft eyes were already regarding you fondly. 

“Do you want to get a drink?” He asked you. When you nodded yes, he placed a hand on thee small of your back as you both walked over to the bar. The touch was unexpected but felt natural, and you smiled mindlessly to yourself. 

You found a spot by the railing, both leaning against it with some mint drink that went with the garden theme, but you weren’t looking at the magnificent sunset. You took a sip of your drink before speaking up. “Innie, you almost look like a real gentleman,” You teased. 

“I do look very handsome,” he said haughtily before laughing. He looked a bit shy as he laughed, and your heart swelled. “You look very pretty. I meant to tell you that when I first saw you, but I couldn’t manage to find the words.” 

He took a step closer to you, and your breath hitched as you felt the warmth radiating off of him. He gingerly reached out for your wrist, feather soft fingertips dancing against your skin as he slid his hand down and laced your fingers together. “I might’ve wanted to impress you a little,” you admitted with a coy smile. 

“Like you have to try to do that,” he scoffed playfully which caused you to giggle. He looked out at the skyline briefly before turning back to you with a sincere look in his eyes and a soft smile. 

Ever since you both confessed to each other, Jeongin had flirted with you a little, but tonight felt different. His eyes sparkled and never left you as you both settled into comfortable conversation, and he was still holding your hand as casually as he held the drink in his other one. Tonight felt different, but it also felt as if things were as they should be. As the conversation flowed between you two, the sunset had soon faded, and night had blanketed the sky without either of you even noticing. 

Towards the end of the night, he had to do some socializing with his coworkers. You could tell he wasn’t thrilled about it, but he wrapped an arm around your waist and wore his politest smile through it. Even if their networking conversations were any kind of interesting, you couldn’t focus on it with the way Jeongin’s hand was resting on your hip. This was definitely date behavior, but you found yourself leaning towards him. 

When Jeongin and you had a moment alone again, people had started to leave, signaling the night was coming to an end. “Thank you for coming with me,” Jeongin said softly, reaching out and brushing a piece of hair out of your face. 

You could feel your cheeks heat up a little, and you hoped you weren’t turning visibly red. “Thank you for making it worth my time.” Jeongin’s soft palm cupped your jaw, and you were sure that you were blushing now as he leaned towards you. 

“I know we agreed this wasn’t a date but… I’d really like to take you on a real one.” He was stroking your cheek with his thumb, making it hard to think. 

“I’d like that too,” you said breathlessly. A smile lit up his features, and he released your jaw only to tilt your chin up with his finger. His thumb now brushed over your bottom lip as he leaned in impossibly close. You could feel his breath ghosting your lips, and his eyes flitted between your eyes and lips, asking for permission. 

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and your hand found the nape of his neck. You granted it to him by pulling him down to meet your lips, and he eagerly kissed you. His hands traveled from your waist, up your back, and pressed your bodies close together. You both momentarily lost yourselves in the kiss, everything else melting away except for the feeling of you two together. 

You felt weightless as Jeongin held you against him, and you pulled away for moment, trying to catch your breath. There were no words exchanged as you both gazed into each other’s eyes, only excitement as you both were ready to take that risk. 

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[elvis-elk]

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

Hello hello, I’m not dead HAH. Guess what, I DID THE FIC. Might not be appealing to some, but I thought the idea was interesting. Deals with galactorrhea, which is just people inadvertently lactating. I’m still working on some other drafts, but college is slightly being in the way, but expect some new things soon!

Summary: You come home tired from a laboring day at work, and Elvis seems to cheer you up.

Word Count: 3K

Rating: E (Explicit) 18+ only!!!

Warnings: Soft fluff, slight breeding kink, fingering, milk kink, stripping, teasing, a little bit of self-stimulation.

Let’s dive in, shall we?

Driving home after a long day of work, you worked yourself past the gates, and into the driveway to reach your home, Graceland.

It was late, a little bit after 7, and you normally always come home this late. But right now, your back was killing you.

Making your way out of the car and into the pristine mansion, you were greeted with one of Elvis’s good hearted chef’s that urged you to eat some dinner. So after stashing your belongings away, you willingly obliged and ate dinner relatively quickly.

Thanking the kind cook, your legs dragged themselves up the stairs towards your shared bedroom with The King. Your Elvis Presley.

He’d always be the one to come home horribly late or in the early hours of the morning, with him doing recordings and interviews and such.

But whenever you were with him, the time spent together was precious.

Sitting down on the bed, too worn out to change clothes, you stared at yourself in the full length mirror that was opposite of the bed.

Your eyes stared at your chest. With the work clothes clinging to you, they looked engorged. As you notice this, your head finds its way into your hands.

The problem was, you were inadvertently lactating. It’s somewhat an anomaly, but still plausible for women who weren’t pregnant. And you were 100% sure, you were not. You grew up with this, your doctor advising you that it was no side effect to any medication or clothing you’d wear. It wouldn’t always happen though, but you noticed it would happen on long days of work.

So, the best advice she had, was to not let your breasts become too enlarged by milking them. And in all honesty, it did the trick. It would never hurt either, it just became a chore you had to deal with. Elvis didn’t know this though.

You hadn’t told him because you thought he’d get weirded out. So before you’d ever see him, you’d make sure to “milk” yourself to look presentable. Which is why you were always lucky to be home before him.

But, not this time.

You heard one of Elvis’s expensive cars pull up into the driveway with some others, him getting out and talking to them saying goodnight while they pulled off. He eventually made his way up the front of Graceland’s stairs.

Fuck.

You shuffled over to the window to see if your ears were deceiving you, but, they weren’t. You had zero time whatsoever to deal with your chest and you were scared.

Backing away from the window, your ears perked when you heard Elvis’s booming voice come up the stairs as he greeted the others working in the house. You could see his shadow through the bottom of the door, and he politely knocked, asking if he could come in.

Shoot, he knows you’re home.

Already being caught, and not wanting to upset the man you loved, you called to him saying he could come in. You rushed over to the dresser, grabbed a small towel, and quickly sat back on the bed. You slowly started to wiped off the makeup you wore using the same mirror you stared hopelessly at beforehand, making it seem like you’ve been there for a while.

Opening the door, Elvis waltzes into the room, guitar case in hand, wearing one of those beautiful bright colored suits of his.

“Evening sweetie,” he croons while going to put his guitar case to the side. From your view through the mirror, his face was slightly sweaty, eyes drooping, and his walk lazy. He looked so tired, and you felt so bad. You wanted to walk right up to him and give him as much comfort as you could, but even you were dealing with your own problems at the moment.

“Hey Elvis, welcome home love, ” your voice came out soft, so quiet. Exhaustion laced in your words. He noticed this and turned to look at your sitting figure. Even though he looked worn out, he still always managed to have some type of energy in him.

“Sweetie what’s got you all bothered, hmm?” he questioned, slowly making his way over to you.

You started to internally panic, trying to cover your chest in any way you could. Should’ve grabbed a blanket or coat or something, you thought. That would’ve made this much easier.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” he reaches you and sits down, the bed shifting due to his added weight on the edge.

You really, really hoped, he didn’t notice, but you still reply to him.

“N-nothing Elvis, just a, a tired day is all,” your voice cracked, making him slightly more worried. “You should worry about yourself right now love.”

“If they’re making you overwork again Lord have mercy-“ he started to shake his fist in the air, an attempt of showing his disdain for your workplace.

“Elvis it’s fine, I promise,” you drop your hand with the rag to the side, your other hand gently grabbing his fisted hand. This caused you to slightly turn your body towards him, and that’s when he discreetly got a good look at your chest. There’s no way he couldn’t not see.

Shit, you fucked up.

“There’s gotta be something on your mind,” he moves to sit behind you, crotch pressing against your bottom as he stares into the mirror looking at you.

“What do you mean, Mr. Presley?” you feigned innocence, crossing your arms over your chest. He had his hands behind him, leaning back slightly onto the bed as his groin pressed into you further.

“You just sound so tired sweetie,” he keeps his crotch pressed against you as he leans back up, your back coming into contact with his chest. Wrapping his arms around your waist, accentuating your breasts further. This man knows what he’s doing, you almost begin to sweat.

“Yeah Elvis, maybe it’s time for some rest,” you try and curve him off, but as you go to stand up, he softly pulls you back down.

“But sweetie, I never get to come home this early. I feel like I’ve been neglecting your needs,” he looks at you through the mirror again, honesty ringing clear in his voice. He clings to you tighter, his chin nestled in the crook of your neck so that he can still stare at you. His legs close in around the outside of your thighs.

Basically, you were trapped.

“Elvis, love, you’re too busy so it’s fine. I understand, it’s your job,” you grasp for one of his hands, slowly rubbing your thumb back and forth over his knuckles. His eyes follow your finger’s movements. He squeezes you even more.

“But my job’s also to take care of you~” he mutters into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek and taking your hand in his own. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach, Elvis always making you feel like a little schoolgirl. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, the defensive barrier that you put around yourself faltering.

“And that also means I have to take care of these,” one of his hands moved to grab and squeeze one of your breasts. You whine out, back arching forward as it felt sore, yet so good.

“Elvissss,” you mewl, trying to push him away but your attempts failed. His hand never left, and to make it worse his other hand had grabbed your other lonely breast. Watching your reactions through the mirror, he decided to give your chest one firm squeeze, which shot your eyes open.

“You think I wouldn’t notice these? What’d you do hmm??” he breathed in between kisses on your neck, squishing your mounds even more.

You struggle within his grasp, the feeling pleasurable, yet you’ll know what’ll happen if he squeezes too hard.

“I, I-“ you couldn’t even talk straight, his touch felt intoxicating. You could feel everything, even through the thickness of your clothes. Your nipples started to feel hot.

“Tell me, you got anything done to yourself? Wanted to please me?” he asked, genuinely curious to hear your answer. His hands moved to work on getting your clothes off, his fingers working on the buttons of your coat.

“Wh-what, what do you mean?” you still tried to wave it off, but it just didn’t work. His hands slinked towards the bottom of your shirt, looking in the mirror your chest was pressed against the fabric. His fingers slowly hooked under the material and wiggled it off your figure.

Your chest was on full view for his hungry eyes. Your breasts pressed into the figure of your bra, swollen almost. Elvis’s pupils dilated, eyes widening at the sight. His hands trailed their way over and up your waist to cup both of your breasts.

“Elllviss, careful, this is my new bra,” you complain.

“And what do you mean by that now?” he stopped his kisses, and looked back into the mirror, giving your breasts an experimental hard squeeze.

Your hands gripped hard onto his thighs as, just as you’d expected it, you began to leak. One of your hands came up to cover your mouth, Elvis missing the warm touch of your palm. Milk had slowly started to seep into the fabric of the bra, a wet spot being evident. Elvis’s eyes light up for a second, before those crushing blue orbs were covered in lust.

One of his hands gently gripped the hand that covered your mouth.

“I’ll be asking you questions later lovely, but right now, let’s take care of you~”

His other hand left your chest, but you still couldn’t move since his thighs were still enclosed around you. You were wearing a skirt, so he pulled the edges up to reveal your panties. He slid the crotch to the side. The hand that still held yours pulled your hand down.

“Touch yourself sweetie, and watch the mirror while you do it,” he commanded. His hand still firmly gripped yours, not leaving just yet, urging you to do the deed.

His palm was now on the back of your hand, his fingers draping over your own. Middle and ring fingers pressing together, he pushes yours and his in at the same time past your dripping folds, causing you to arch your back away from his chest.

Four fingers.

All at once.

Your pussy ached, the feeling of something inside of you relieving. Your jaw went slack as soft moans started to escape from you, body slumping into Elvis’s.

“That’s right now there ya go, relax sweetie, fuuuck,” he whispered lovingly into your ear, his hips pressing into your ass.

His fingers were already more slender, yet thicker than your own, but now as he guided your own fingers inside of you, you thought it was an added bonus. His other hand retreated back to one of your breasts, molding against it to see if anything else would happen.

Opening your eyes, looking into the mirror, it was a sight. Elvis’s hand with yours inside of you, him leaning over and into your neck to press open mouthed kisses on the tender skin, his hand squeezing your breast nonstop.

All the attention was on you.

He wasn’t satisfied yet though, feeling his dick press against you through the suit’s pants, he was a bit far from done.

“Come this way, look at me sweetie,” he turns you so you’re looking at him. His fingers left yours, feeling empty. You decide to shimmy off your skirt, as Elvis wanted to take off your bra.

Before you could protest, he’s as fast as can be with the bras clasp on your back, the material falling onto the bed. Your tits were protruding out at him, milk slightly leaking. He begins to smirk, as he pulls you from the edge, and presses your back against the bed.

“Let’s see what you taste like here hmmm?” his head dips down, mouth latching into one of your nipples, sucking fiercely on it. You threw your head back, one hand clutching the sheets as the other continued circular motions on your clit.

His mouth ravished you, even slurping up the bits of milk the seeped out from you. Jesus Christ was this really happening? He moved between your breasts, leaving trails of saliva in between.

“It’s not fair,” you whined. He peeks his head up, wondering what you meant. You reached to lightly tug on his suit’s sleeve.

“Hmmm, alright then. But I get to take it off,” he muses, watching your reaction. There was hunger in your eyes, but could wait. You’d wait all night if it meant seeing his gorgeous figure.

He leans back onto his calves, his thighs slightly spreading as he did so. His calloused hands working on the small buttons that brought his jacket together. He kept his gaze on you, smirking, but your eyes were focused on his working hands. As well as the prominent bulge that shown through his pants. Slinking his jacket off, throwing it somewhere, he splays his hands over his chest.

“Just imagine,” his voice came out sultry, smooth like silk, his hands grip onto his pecs through the lace shirt he was wearing, the tent in his pants growing from his self-stimulation. “What my hands would look like all over that pretty little body of yours.”

You were anxious for his touch, but you were his good girl. His patient girl. You continued to finger yourself, but did zero grumbling.

His lace shirt was unbuttoned as it fell off of him. Chest exposed, his hands still stayed moving. Slowly making their way to the top of his pants, making sure you wait even longer.

The whole time you were watching him, but at this point you were so touch starved that you threw your head back in anguish.

“Did I say to stop looking sweetie?” Elvis’s hand grabs your chin and raises it up to meet his eyes, his stare piercing through you.

Shaking your head no, he lets go of you and goes back to his pants. Finally unbuttoning and peeling the fabric off, he was only in his boxers.

“Better?” he motions to himself, smirking as he did so. As you nod your head yes, he crawls back over to you.

“Take um off for me?”

Uhm, fuck yes.

Your fingers stopped their ministrations on yourself and rushed to the waistband. But not wanting to seem too desperate, you pulled them off slow, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

He started panting, watching your fingers just glide over his cock, not paying it any attention.

After taking it fully off of him, your hands reached for his face. He leans over your figure, bracing himself on his hands. He takes the fingers that were inside of you and sucks them, wiggling his tongue around to lick up your juices.

You start to giggle as it tickles, and he stops.

“C’mere,” he dips his head to your lips, making you taste yourself.

His hips move towards your core, his dick pressing into your thighs. Hands finding their way back to your chest, he goes back to groping and squeezing at them.

Your body felt hot. Unbearably so. You couldn’t stop moving and writhing underneath his body. He then unlatched from your lips to move to your breasts once again, but before he did, he lined his cock near your pussy.

He gazes at you, lust swirling around in his stare. Blinking, his head slightly tilts as he gives an earnest smile.

“My good girl~”

And at the same time, he slides into you and begins locking his lips on your nipples. His hips jutted back and forth, rocking your body against the sheets.

You lean your head back, it slightly falling off the side of the bed. Opening your eyes, you see the mirror.

Dear Lord.

From this angle, even with it being upside down in your vision, you could see Elvis tending to you. Caressing your chest, sucking and nipping on your nipples, tasting the milk that seeped from them. His hips moving up and down in the air, not showing any sign of stopping just yet.

He moaned against your tits, continuing to suck and squeeze some of the milk from you. At some point, his hands moved away to pull your body back onto the bed, pinning both of your wrists to the sheets, his mouth the only thing moving on you.

“That’s right sweetie,” he gasped between moans, seeing how you shut your eyes in bliss. “Tell me how good I fuck you, yeah?”

“So- aH! So, good mmmm,” every thrust he made into you stuttered your speech. He hit that sweet, deep spot inside of you every. single. time.

“Taste so good, making me act up,” he murmured against you, feasting on your breasts. “All hot and bothered~” You thought he’d be appalled, but, seeing him continue to love on you, he was the same Elvis you knew.

“Please, I-, mmm,” you were close already, feeling a little pathetic that you were unraveling at the seams.

“It’s alright sweet,” he bucks his hips into you more fervently, making sure you get your high. “Let yourself go~”

Your hands balled into fists, legs trembling, eyes screwed shut, gasps and moans erupting from you, your chest heaved against his hungry lips.

Your insides twisted, the coil that formed continuously growing, reaching the high you desperately chased after. Your cunt ached from how hard he was pushing into you, your tits felt so hot from all the attention they were getting from him.

“Elvissss!” you whined out, reaching your apex in mere seconds. Juices leaked from your pussy, coating his pelvis that still continued to move. Your legs fell limp against the bed, head falling back onto the sheets as he submerged his dick as far as he could into you, reaching his climax a while after.

His head lay resting on your chest, while you continued to stare at the ceiling trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Nng, sorry sweetie, lemme get off ya,” he grunted out, voice tired, his arms moving to push himself away.

“..no,” your voice came out soft, hoarse. A hand gently moved to lightly grab at his bicep to stop him from leaving.

He looks back down at you, head tilted to the side as he gave you a lopsided grin. Milk dripped from his lips, but he didn’t care. His face falters as he notices something.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” you ask, frightened of what his answer could be.

He shifts his body to move his face closer to you, and so that he could bring both of his hands to your face.

“Sweetie you’re crying,” he says in disbelief, slightly chuckling as he wipes the tears away with his fingers. “What’re ya crying for?”

It hadn’t dawned upon you that your eyes had started to water, so you started to giggle as a way of trying to wave it off. He continued to wipe any more tears that had escaped.

“I was just, scared,” you smile up at him.

“Hey, don’t you be crying over no spilled milk now, y’hear?” he joked, fingers moving to squish your cheeks. “Ain’t nothin to be afraid of when I’m here.”

This boy was too charming and funny, dear Lord how did you bag him?

“I trust you,” letting your doubts be carried away, your arms wrap around his neck to bring him into a kiss, both of your lips moving in tandem.

He pulls away as he needed to breathe in some air, but not without inserting a quip.

“Taste good, don’t it?”

You start to laugh as his smirk widens, your hands gently swatting at him. “If I’m ever hungry again, I’ll just find my way over to you yeah?”

He cuddles up against your figure and presses kisses all over your face.

Yeah, you’d let him get another taste. Maybe you’d be able to taste him as well.

#elvis presely smut #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x reader smut #elvis presley x y/n #elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley has a chokehold on me

[parrythisucasual]

HmmMmmMM I’ve had this idea for a bit basically Jax would have his like go to pranks be ones involving bugs so obviously he tries to screw around with the reader not knowing they actually really like bugs and ending up finding it cute or whatever. I’d just imagine him being utterly confused or concerned lmao

HERE WE GO TWO POSTS ONE WEEK???? ITS ALMOST AS IF IVE BECOME SLIGHTLY MORE BEARABLE!!!!!

JAX X Bug Enthusiast! Reader

Jax waited around the corner, snickering. Just a few moments ago, he’d slipped a few pincher beetles under your door. He eagerly awaited the scream of terror with perked ears and bated breath.

But… It never came. Jaax waited for almost twenty minutes, though it never came. He groaned, deciding you were probably too stupid to notice the bugs infesting your room, so he trudged back up the hallway to make sure you did.

He knocked, and your cheerful voice called back. That was odd, usually, you were depressed and apathetic all the time. “Come on in!” you had chirped at him. Jax shrugged, turning the kob and entering- only to be faced with you laying belly down on your bed, kicking your legs up. With the beetles. In your bed. Just… crawling around.

You smile up at Jax, “These are my new pets. This is Dave the Magical Cheese Wizard, and that’s Suction Cup,” your grin bears the satisfaction akin to that of a Gen Z teenager that made a popular shitpost. He stared blankly at you, almost in a state of shock. 

You reached out to Dave, rubbing his shell a bit. He flexed his pincers but did not attempt to pinch you. You seemed thoroughly happy, although it was a relaxed sort of excitement. Happily content, perhaps? You glance back at Jax, “Thank you for them,” you speak slyly, “I knew you were the one to do it.” 

“How did you know it was me?” he raised a brow, surely you couldn’t have known. “Partly the knowledge you’ve done similar to Ragatha. But mostly your footsteps,” you respond, as if it had been clear the whole time, “Everyone walks differently. And in a few different ways,” you continue. He frowns, only more questions appearing in his mind.

“Really? You recognize everyone?” You shrug, “Well, Gangle is too light, I can't hear at all, and Kinger is hard to hear because he slides. But I can tell from the rest.” Jax nodded, then steered off of that conversation, now more interested in you keeping the bugs.

“I put these in here to freak you out,” he reminded, “And you like them?” You nod, picking up Sucion Cup, “I was in college for etymology,” you explain, rubbing the side of the bug’s pincer to demonstrate how much you trusted it, “bugs are a passion of mine.” Jax gives a small grin, “Really?”

You chuckle a bit, “Yeah, a lot of people think it’s gross and lame.” He shakes his head, “Nah, its totally cool. Bugs are freaky. Its cute how much you like it,” hes waving his hand. You nod, “You think so?” You smile at his nod and begin rambling about the beetles.

A few minutes later, your brain finally loaded what he’d said, “Wait, you think it’s cute?” you question, disbelieving. Jax’s face grew a bit darker, and your brain skipped forward again. Oh. OH. You’d first though he meant you were cute like a puppy, now you’re realizing you were very wrong.

“I don’t know, maybe? I guess so?” he tried to play it off, acting so casual about it. You merely blink, “Me? You like me?” He doesn’t respond, now avoiding eye contact. “Holy s*1t! You like me!” You couldn’t believe it. Your embarrassment finally joined the party, causing you to scoot backward, in a flustered mess. The situation was incredibly tense.

“Well yeah, yeah a little,” you being so flustered seemed to help him regain confidence, “I mean yes, I do. And it’d be pretty cool if you wanted to talk more or something?” he was struggling, but you were entirely ensnared by his awkward attitude. When he wasn’t being so fake, or at least when you could see through it, he was really sweet. You snort, smiling as you relax a bit.

“A date? Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s stunned as he looks into your face, his dumb grin having been wiped clean off, “Yeah? Yeah, okay, cool!” He perked up more, leaning in eagerly, “I’ll think of something really good, wait here,” he jumped up and hurried to the door, “Ill be back!” and disappeared.

You giggle, “Looking forward to it.”

#tadc #jax #tadc jax #tadc x reader #jax x reader #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax x reader #the amazing digital circus jax

[lil-elle]

Locked Out

group: xikers

pair: stranger!minjae x fem!reader

genre: fluff, college au, boy next door (I guess??)

word count: 1.4k

content: no warnings, just like one or two curses ♡ (istg I can't write without them)

a/n: HAPPY MINJAE DAY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 (also yes there will be a part 2, it's already pretty much done im just sleepy and wanted to at least post this ON mjs bday)

part 2 is HERE

“You're kidding….” You mumbled as you searched frantically through your bag for your dorm key. You'd pulled almost everything out of your bag at that point and yet there was no key to be seen. Desperately, you yanked on the door handle, hoping by some miracle it wouldn't be locked, but you weren't surprised when the handle didn't budge. You sighed defeatedly as you leaned back against the sturdy door and slid down, mind flashing back to your roommates words: “I won't be back until tomorrow morning, okay?”.

Slowly packing the things you'd pulled from your bag back in it, your mind raced through possible alternatives to sitting sadly outside your dorm all night. “Stay with a friend?” You didn't have many close friends that you'd feel comfortable staying the night with. “Go to a hotel?” Probably the most comfortable solution, but…expensive. “Bust the door down?” You chuckled to yourself as you pictured your weak body barrelling into the door as if you yourself were a battering ram.

A sudden door clicking open perked your attention and you lifted your head to see the door of the room across the hall open, a pretty boy with caramel brown hair and thick framed black glasses peeking down at you.

“Um…you okay…?”

It was only the beginning of the semester and you weren't exactly the type to go around introducing yourself to your neighbours, so this boy was a complete stranger to you. You didn't recognise his face, voice, or know his name. Nothing.

“Uh…” He looked down the hall confusedly and that's when you realised you'd just been silently staring at him, your face going red from embarrassment as you quickly stood.

“S-Sorry! I- um…I'm just…locked out, is all.” You muttered embarrassedly, prepared for him to laugh at you for getting yourself into such a stupid and silly situation.

He stepped out of his apartment, looking at you with a concerned expression, far from the amused expression you were expecting.

“Oh um…Did you…have somewhere else you could go?”

You felt slightly flustered by the care he was showing, something you weren't used to, especially when it came to college boys. You couldn't deny that it made your heart skip.

“Oh I-I don't actually…I was probably going to go to a hotel…I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly as you looked at him, getting a good look at his face and realising how handsome this boy actually was. You saw him look up and down the hall again, unknown thoughts running through his head, before his eyes landed back on you. He swallowed and took a breath in before speaking.

“You could…stay with me if you wanted?”

Your mouth fell open slightly and you just stared at him. You couldn't deny that it probably wasn't a very good idea to accept such an offer from a stranger, especially a man, but you also couldn't deny how genuine he seemed. While you weighed up the pros and cons of his offer, he stood nervously waiting for a response.

“I-I'm sorry, that's probably weird, isn't it?” He stuttered anxiously. “You're not going to stay the night with a stranger…” He scratched the back of his head. “I didn't really think before I spoke…idiot..” That last part came out whispered towards himself and you couldn't help but feel an amused smile pull at your lips.

This boy was different. Not like any of those cocky, confident assholes you now call exes. Or those sleazy, playboy dirtbags you surrounded yourself with in high school. This boy seemed kind yet unsure, like all he really was trying to do was offer some help to someone in an unfortunate situation but he didn't know quite how.

A small giggle escaped your throat despite your desire to hold it down, and he looked at you with a slightly shocked and nervous expression.

“Sure…that's very nice of you…” You smiled at him and he suddenly perked up, a smile crossing his face as well and his cheeks filling with a little pinkness. He was like a kid asking you to buy him a toy and you'd just said yes. It was cute.

“Well, c-come in!” He smiled brightly, stepping aside so you could enter. You swiftly pulled out your phone and texted your roommate about the situation as you made your way into his living room, so she knew just in case he did end up being a creep or a psycho. Slipping your phone back into your pocket, you slid your bag from your back and looked over at the boy now making his way to the kitchen.

“Um so…can I just put my bag down here?”

He nodded with a soft hum of agreement and you placed your backpack on the coffee table.

“You hungry?” He called out and you spun around, seeing him grab out what looked like boxed leftovers from the fridge. It seemed like either him or his roommate was quite the cook.

“Oh! U-um it's okay, you don't have to-”

“All I have to do is heat some of it up, don't worry. You a fan of uhhh…” he spun one of the boxes around in his hands, clearly he isn't the one that made it then.

“...Curry? Wait no…no, yeah, I think it's curry…”

You giggled softly as you walked over to him, placing your hands on the island counter and leaning over slightly to see the food in his hands.

“I'm assuming you're not the one that made this?” You spoke through giggles, turning your eyes to look up into his. He left out a soft amused sigh.

“Yeah…Hunter- my roommate is a big chef. Meanwhile…” he removed the lid of the container and sniffed the contents, “I just eat whatever he makes for me.”

“Makes for you? Wow, lucky!”

He chuckled and placed the container in the microwave to heat up for 2 minutes.

“Well he said he feels bad that he's never around so he makes extra for me as like compensation? I guess?”

You leaned your chin on your hand as he spoke. His voice was soft and something about the way he talked kept your full attention.

“Never around?”

“Oh yeah, he's always doing stuff like going to the gym or dance practice, going to the beach, the park, hiking. Y'know, the outdoors-y type.”

“Bit strange to be outdoors at, what, 8pm at night?”

He chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck.

“Oh…yeah he's probably just out with some girl tonight.”

“WOAH? A player too?” You said amusedly as he laughed and pulled the curry from the microwave, stirring it around before placing it in front of you with a fork.

“Kinda. Loves outdoors and good with the ladies? Complete opposite to me.”

You gingerly poked at the curry with the fork, stabbing into a piece of chicken and blowing on it lightly.

“You're not good with the ladies? Come on~ I'm here right now, aren't I?” You teased before popping the chicken in your mouth. You knew the flirty undertone that the words you spoke held, but you said it anyway. “Why is that?” You thought as you stared up at the boy's smiling flustered face.

“I-I brought you in out of the kindness of my heart, not because you're a girl.” He explained, a shy smile and a small blush on his face. “I would've done the exact same thing if you were a guy.”

You smirked, swallowing your bite and pointing the fork towards him.

“That's still gentlemanly. Plus…maybe you swing that way.”

“Pfft-”

He let out a short laugh as you continued eating with a satisfied smile on your face.

“This is really good~” You remarked, too distracted by the food to notice the way he was looking at you, expression soft and admiring.

“...I don't think I caught your name.” He spoke up after a few seconds and you looked up into his eyes.

“Y/n.”

He smiled and stuck his hand out.

“I'm Minjae.”

You grasped his hand and shook it, feeling a slight electric shock when your hands met. Or maybe that was just the feeling of your heart skipping as he held eye contact with you, his caramel hair falling delicately over his forehead and his glasses sitting low on his surprisingly pretty nose. Either way, you felt something, familiar yet different from anything you'd felt before. You were looking forward to getting to know this boy.

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[nokacchan]

Really Down Bad For You | Before School's Out | Lee Felix

pairing : lee felix x fem!reader

genre : fluff , student council!felix , frenemies to lovers , camping theme , mention of injury (nothing serious) , felix likes teasing reader for fun

≡;- ꒰ blurb ꒱ : lee felix has always been on your nerves no matter what he does. One fine day you find yourself in his arms after you sworn that you'll never let your guards down when you're around him.

w.c 4.6k

📎rei notes : this is my 1st submission (based on the voting after 48hrs) for Before School's Out Series!~ I hope you look forward to our next member submission, lee know~ see you guys around~ byebye

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The date for your graduation was coming up soon. Since you are part of the student council club, they had organized a school camp, a way to celebrate and wind down after all, you are going to college and you aren't going to see a lot of your classmates.

"Yah! Felix!", you yelled as you pushed Felix's hand away from your hair. He let out a chuckle. You glared at him as you adjusted your messed up ponytail.

The two of you are part of the student council. Highly hand picked by your principal. Felix is the council president while you are the vice council president, aka his personal assistant as what he likes to call you.

He had this habit of bossing you around. Name any female student council member that you complain to about him but all their answer would be for you is that he likes you. You obliviously didn't believe it. You took it as him just trying to be an annoying friend.

"you're going right?"

"Yup. If I didn't go, you'll probably have gone insane by the end of camp"

Felix laughed at your response. You weren't wrong about that part. Your eyes still focused on arranging the forms for the school camp. He smiled unknowingly as he watched your side profile.

He knew about the rumors that have been

circulating the whole school. He wasn't against it because they were technically correct. He does have a huge crush on you, it's that he didn't tell you about it.

You being the vice council president did give him more reason to be close with you and more excuses to start a conversation.

It was just that his way of showing that he likes you is by teasing you. He likes seeing you get annoyed whenever he disturbs you for fun. It was no harm since you weren't too bothered or offended by it. The two of you were reputable known as frenemies by your other peers.

Eventually the day of the camp came by. The first day of camp went well as planned. You and Felix got to shoot each other with the water guns during one of the water activity games that you guys planned.

When the night had fallen, everyone headed back to their respective cabin. And you hated it. Why? Your roommate for the camp was an enemy of yours, her name is Eunbi.

Neither did you nor Felix have control over who shared the cabin with who. Felix was the only lucky one who got a cabin all to himself. It's his perks of being the student council president.

All you wanted was to rest up for the night and enjoy your time at camp. However, Eunbi was making everything so difficult for you.

Your small fights escalated from talking about not liking each other to...you guessed it, Lee Felix.

"You're stealing him away from me", she exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes at her. You were annoyed by her never ending claim that you were stealing felix away from her. No one owns him. And it wasn't as if Felix was dating her in the first place.

"You're spouting nonsense again, Eunbi", you let out a sigh.

"UGH! I hate you, get out", she groaned as she tried to push you out of the cabin. You huffed in frustration.

Taking your phone, torch and a jacket with you. You headed out of the cabin. Hoping to cool down and head back when Eunbi falls asleep.

But it turns out, she locked you out of your own cabin. Isn't she a menace to society. Yeah...

You looked at the time and it was past midnight, there was no way the teachers were still awake.

You sighed in defeat. As you walked down the pathway, your torchlight suddenly goes dark, causing you to trip on a rock, scrapping your knee at the same time. You let out a groan as you made your way to sit by the dimly lit up lake.

'you stupid ass b—', you muttered under your breath as you looked down at your scrapped knee.

"Y/n? Is that you?", a voice called out.

You turned to look at where it came from. Only to see felix. He had his torchlight pointing at you, a blanket in his hand he had hung up outside a couple hours ago.

You waved lazily in response. Not wanting to bother him. He walked towards you. He stood in front of you.

When the cold air blew, you hissed quietly at the burning pain of your knee. Felix immediately noticed, he shone down his light to look at your leg.

"Why didn't you head back to your cabin? It's cold out here", Felix's brows furrow as he draped the blanket on your shoulder. Making sure it was keeping you warm in the freezing temperature, despite having a jacket on.

You shook your head. Pulling the blanket draped across your shoulders closer.

"It's nothing. You should head back", you looked away from him.

"I'm only going back, if you're going back. Let's go to my cabin first, I have a first aid kit. I'll get you patched up then I'll send you back to your cabin", he stuck his hand out, waiting for you to accept it.

You sighed in defeat as you held his hand. Letting him drag you along with him, back to his cabin.

"aren't you going to tell me, what you were doing outside, this late?", he raised his brows at you. You let out a sigh. Felix moved to sit beside you on his bed.

"Eunbi locked me out after we got into a fight", felix brows furrow at your answer.

"about what?"

"it's stupid...", you grunt. Felix looked at you, his expression of 'just tell me'. You looked down at your lap.

"You. Eunbi likes you and she says I'm stealing you away from her", you mumbled. It was so embarrassing to tell him.

Felix let out a chuckled which now made your brows furrow. You didn't understand why he laughed, well that was until he explained the next part.

"She isn't wrong. You stole my heart", he pinched your cheek, a grin on his lips.

Your cheeks heat up, feeling flustered. You can't deny the fact that this man was smooth as heck with his words.

"So, wanna prove her theory correct?", Felix added on.

Well guess who has a boyfriend now? yes you. Now, the only thing you have to worry about is how you are going to respond to the teachers when they find out you slept over in felix's cabin.

The end.

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[pitiplush]

Hey there!!

I was wondering if you could help me out a little bit! I already saw that you don't sell your crochet patterns, so I won't ask about that, but I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks for making dolls like the large Alex and Henry you made!

I'm a senior in college and I have a thesis project that I have to make. I'm considering making a crochet stop-motion animation for it!

Do you have any methods or tutorials you follow in order to make them so poseable and detailed? I noticed in the WIP photos that they have a wire skeleton! I'm also super impressed by the clothing and hair!

If you don't have any tips or anything, that's alright! I understand! I just thought I'd ask! 🙂

Hi! Of course, I'm going to try to explain everything to the best of my abilities ☺️ If you have more doubts afterwards, you can message me anytime you want!

I can't really point you to any tutorials because at this point I just do my own thing and in the case of Alex and Henry I designed the body pattern taking into consideration that the clothes will be independent pieces. Most patterns that I've seen directly crochet the body as if it is wearing the clothes, like, for example if you want your doll to wear a red sweater, the torso and arms are crocheted in red. I think that's easier and the results are nice as well. My chibi amigurumis are crocheted like that, they have less mobility because they're really small, but that same technique in a bigger amigurumi will give you both the mobility and the advantage of not having to crochet so many pieces.

Now some tips for the mobility:

— A wire skeleton, as you've mentioned! It's not a perfect solution because sometimes the wire isn't strong enough to keep weird poses, but it helps! This video tutorial is in Spanish, but it's really visual and it shows how to add a wire skeleton. Honestly it was the best video that I saw back in the day, when I was looking for tutorials for this same thing.

— You can use pipe cleaners instead of wire as well, although they're weaker.

— Don't stuff the arms.

— Not too much stuffing on the legs/waist so there's enough room when you pose the amigurumi. Just a little bit less, enough for the piece to be firm but have mobility. If your legs are thin, don't stuff them, like with the arms.

— Now, another perk to crocheting the body as if it was already clothed is that it helps with mobility too. More layers of clothing means the movement will be more hindered.

— Crochet the head as an independent piece. I'll put on a couple of pics so it's easier to understand, but basically what you need to do is, once you've reached your desired width for the neck, keep crocheting rounds with the exact same amount of stitches until you have a tube. When finished, make sure to stuff it very tightly (or put pipe cleaners inside) and close it. After that, to crochet the head, start by creating a similar tube, so the neck tube fits inside the head tube. Once you've got the size you need for your tube it's only a matter of crocheting the rest of the head as you would normally.

(I'm deeply sorry for that awful, awful drawing, I just thought it would help illustrate my point better but I'm not especially good at drawing on my phone)

— Use pins and skewers (like the ones for food). You can edit them out afterwards and that's probably the best tip because an amigurumi is a plushie and its mobility is never going to be really great 😅

These photos are unedited, that's why they're so dark but ANYWAYS, see the skewers on their backs in the first photo? And the pin keeping their hands together in the second? Think of them as aids for your purpose. Alex and Henry can stand on their own if you manage to find the perfect balance but oooof it IS frustrating. The amount of times I've managed to pose one and just then the other falls flat on his little face... AWFUL.

And for the clothes... it depends a bit on what you're crocheting I guess????? Although I highly recommend to not be like me and get obsessed with making everything in a single piece, sometimes it works better when the details are crocheted apart and then sewn or glued to the main piece. Like for example, for the jackets, the body is one piece and the neck is a different one, I just sewn them together with a row of single crochets.

Also most of the time the easier way to do something is the best way. Since crochet have certain limitations, it's important to keep in mind that sometimes it's better to simplify. This depends on the size of the amigurumi and the size of the piece, but yep, as one of my uni professors used to say: parsimoooooooony (or follow the Ockham's razor).

Another thing!!! Learn some basic embroidery techniques and how to do surface slip stitches, they can go a long way to make a piece seem more detailed! And use other materials like felt too!

I can't think of anything else right now. I tried to be as clear as I could but it's kinda hard to explain all of this when English is not your first language 😅 Anyway, I hope you find these tips interesting and you can always ask me again anytime!

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[joesanrio]

hi! this isn’t a request but i was wondering do you have a masterlist!

Hiii :) no I don’t, but I will make one later (just bcs u asked <3)

For now:

Eleven Minutes | R.R (Smut/Fluff)

Summary: Joe is always gone, to the point that missing him is an understatement. Nova craves that man like nothing else, but she seems to only be able to watch not touch.

You’re so needy | R.R (Smut/Fluff)

Summary: There is something about Nova being in Roman gear that makes Roman go insane.

He’s mad now | R.R (Angst/Smut)

Summary: Nova coming back from college was one of the best days- or I guess nights of her life.

Uh Oh | R.R (Angst/Smut)

Summary: Since the club incident, though we both acted with purpose; it was the aftermath that was totally incidental.

Want to see her? | R.R (Fluff)

Summary: The pregnancy was nothing but joy when you announced it, but you did have to leave wrestling for good. But a little visit wouldn’t hurt…

Such a Loser | R.R (Smut)

Summary: After the MITB match, Joe’s entire demeanor seemed off which wasn’t expected after the weeks worth of planning and working for the match itself.

Just this Once | R.R (Smut)

Summary: Calling him all sorts of things when in bed was your specialty but one word never flew off your tongue, and that’s the one Joe wants to hear the most.

I don’t Share | R.R (Fluff)

Summary: Joseph is used to being the only one with your attention, but what happens when there’s competition?

They’re here | R.R (Fluff)

Summary: Ever since Nova had the baby, they’ve only gotten a hand full of visits. But now the whole family gets to see the golden baby.

My bear | R.R (Fluff)

Summary: He knows the importance of that bear, but he’s too tired to even care.

Nobody will know | J.U (Smut)

Summary: Being the daughter of Paul Heyman comes with its perks, but everyone knows that despite their attraction to you they could never have you…except him.

Your daddy too | J.U (Smut)

Summary: After telling Joshua the amazing surprise, he wants to celebrate for the last time for a while.

I’m here | J.U (Fluff)

Summary: Nothing is worse than a nightmare and Thunderstorm mixed.

She's cute, yeah | R.R (Fluff)

Summary: He always secretly liked when interviewers asked about you, because now he gets the chance to talk about his favorite person.

Barbie Girl | R.R (Fluff/Smut)

Summary: “I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees” - Barbie Girl by Aqua

All over Twitter | J.U (Angst)

Summary: Jey never liked how quickly he was bothered of something on social media, but he can’t help himself… especially when it comes to you.

All over Instagram | J.U (Angst/Smut)

Summary: It’s been about 2 days since you last saw Jey, and now a small situation that was on Twitter has seemed to spread.

His favorite | R.R

Summary: Joe can’t help it, you’re his favorite thing in the whole word.

#roman reigns #jey uso #jimmy uso #wwe superstars #joesanrio

[kpopjust4u]

Just between you and me. (Chapter 2)

Post Date: 5th November 2022 Paring: NCT Lee Jeno x Reader Word Count: 3.5K Content: Professor!Jeno/ College!Au/  TW: Unestablished relationship/ Flirting/ jealousy

Summary: Becoming the professor’s favourite student comes with it’s perks but it also comes with some complications when someone else tries to get your attention.

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It was another one of them days, crawling out of bed and putting in minimal effort in your look, not wanting to bother too much. Despite being irritated with having to go onto campus, you were really looking forward to seeing Jeno again. You couldn’t lie, you still had mixed feelings about it, but what you did know, was that either way, you’re passing with flying colors with getting a specific type of benefit.

“I’m going to wait for you”. That wording is glued on your mind, on repeat since the moment Jeno said it, making you feel all fuzzy and warm inside, but you also knew that you were definitely not going to be able to focus properly in his class ever again. 

Especially not knowing how he had you on his desk, how good it felt when he showed the side of him that no one else gets to see. 

Once you were ready, you sluggishly get yourself out the door and to campus, finding yourself to be much earlier than needs be, there before anyone else in your class has even turned up. But there was no surprise to see Jeno there at his desk, sipping away at his coffee and marking papers from the previous week, giving you a little extra time since you were so “deserving” of it. 

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N. You’re early,” Jeno whispers, hinting for you to shut the door behind him as you stroll to his desk, leaning on it whilst rubbing your tired, puffy eyes, “Awe, someone’s tired today”.

His voice was soft but with a hint of teasing as he pulled you in for a short but sweet kiss, placing one on your lips and then on your forehead as you giggle slightly, rushing to pull away just in case the other early comers walked in the room. 

“I haven’t managed to get that paper done yet, I’m sorry,” you pout at him, cupping your face as he scoffs at you, shaking his head before pretending to be disappointed but that couldn’t last long at all. 

With a small smirk, Jeno looks up at you with seduction in his eyes, “Well, I guess you’ll have to earn an extension”.

And that was something you weren’t going to say no to, smirking back at him before poking your tongue at him before taking your seat and trying to prepare yourself for the second that Jaemin walks into the room. 

It’s like speaking of the devil, well thinking of him because the next person to walk in was in fact, Jaemin. You could hear his voice at the other end of the corridor, slamming your head with your notebook, waiting for his voice to ring through your ears when he walks in. 

“What’s up,” Jaemin gets cut off when he notices your glare from across the room and his face drops, bottom lip sucked into his mouth with eyes wide open, realizing that Jeno was also in the room.

“Morning,” Jeno smiles briefly at him as Jaemin rushes to his seat, waving quickly at him as he pushes himself next to you and carelessly throws his stuff to his feet. 

Jaemin briefly switches his eyes between you both, leaning in close to you as he tries to hold back from shouting and forces a whisper, “So, you and the professor all alone huh?”.

All you could do was glare at him, blush rising to the apples of your cheeks as you swat him out of your personal space, nudging his rested arm on the desk over to his side, “Will you shut up? I didn’t realize the time when I walked in and I get here literally two minutes before you”. 

He puts his hands up defensively, stifling a smirk that wanted to plant on his face as he looks over at Jeno, catching him staring at you before letting out a little snicker to himself. 

“May I ask what’s so funny, Mr. Na?” Jeno’s tone is firm, sending a shiver down your spine as your legs shut together tightly, trying to hide the way it made you feel when his authoritative tone comes out.

Jaemin’s face was a picture as you capture it out of the corner of your eyes, trying to hide your own giggles but Jeno ignores them, and you knew he did, Jaemin also noticed this too. Favoritism after all. 

Jaemin sits up straight in his chair, red in the face from embarrassment, “Nothing Sir,” he quietly pouts, looking at you and noticing that you were finding this absolutely hilarious, kicking you lightly under the table as you lift your hand up to swat him but stop yourself when the crowd of students strolls into the room.

Jaemin whispers under his breath, leaning into you subtly, “Teacher's pet,” before turning to greet his other friends, giving them high fives and fist bumps as they walk past. 

Twenty minutes stroll by slowly and you’re just about to start the class properly, flicking your pen between two of your fingers as you try your best to distract yourself away from looking at Jeno. But that was such a difficult task to do. And it was almost like he knew it was difficult for you to be focused, purposely getting you to talk about what you learned the previous lesson to seem “on track” but in reality, he wanted to test you. 

Just when Jeno goes to thank you for the mini recap of the previous week, someone walks through the door, looking incredibly nervous and worried. And you couldn’t blame him, it’s how you felt on your first day. Not only that, but he was also a bit of eye candy but you mentally slap yourself for even daring to look at him longer than two minutes when Jeno stood just feet from you.

“Hi, I’m sorry, is this Greek Mythology with Professor Jeno? I’m lost,” the student shyly asks in almost a whisper due to his nerves, a sigh of relief when Jeno nods, welcoming him into the class.

“Everyone, this is the new transfer student, Jack. I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Stone. Hopefully, everyone will treat him well and welcome him into the class, take a seat,” Jeno’s voice lightens, hand gesturing to the seat on the other side of the aisle next to Jaemin, whose face instantly lights up.

“Hi, I’m Jaemin!” Jaemin’s voice rings through the seminar room, almost making your ears bleed with how excitedly he said it too.

Jaemin almost instantly calms down and apologizes when Jeno scoffs, “Keep that for after my class, Jaemin”. 

And that’s exactly what he does after class. Turn into the overly social butterfly that he is. If the long lecture wasn’t bad enough with having to try and keep your eyes on your note-making instead of looking at Jeno and remembering that specific day, now you had a loud and excited Jaemin to deal with. 

Jaemin instantly calls over Jack who turns in surprise at his name, Jaemin welcoming into your little circle, “Hey, I’m Jaemin and this is Y/N, you can hang out with us if you’d like?”.

You briefly give him a small wave and he does the same, still being incredibly easy but you had a feeling that Jaemin will eventually bring him out of his shell. But in the meantime, you needed an outlet for now.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m so sorry to do this but I really have to go write this paper for the professor, he’s on my ass about it. Catch you guys later?” You lie through your teeth, partially. 

Jaemin waves it off, grinning at you as he hugs you tightly before letting you wander off down the hall and his eyes catch the way that Jack was staring you down, smiling to himself.

It would’ve been a perfect opportunity for him to scold him for looking at you like that, you were his best friend and he’d protect you but as far as he’s aware, there’s no luck with you getting any sort of satisfaction from Jeno. So being the good best friend that he likes to think he is, he’s willing to let Jack slide, almost wanting to become your little wingman.

“I see you looking at my best friend, she’s great ain’t she?” Jaemin scoffs with a smirk on his face, pulling Jack’s view away from you, and making him blush a little.

Jack doesn’t want to say much but it was clear how attracted he was to you already, “She’s gorgeous,” he quietly admits, looking at Jaemin whose mischievous grin doesn’t leave his face.

“And~ She’s single~” Jaemin sings, tapping him on the shoulder as he directs them to the food hall, knowing he’s going to have a great time trying to set you guys up. 

Whilst this was going on, you hide beside the lockers, watching them walk past not knowing of your existence beside them as they laughed together down to grab some grub. It made your heart race, not wanting to get caught as you shuffle your way back to the class, greeting Jeno as you shut the door behind you.

“Ain’t you meant to be writing me that paper?” Jeno smirks, looking up at you and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Of course I am, but I’m letting you know that I’ll get it done when I can. It’s bad enough I’m hiding from Jaemin and the new guy,” you laugh, leaning on his desk, checking out of the window to make sure the coast was clear before placing a quick kiss on his lips, “Oh and warning, Jaemin’s a bad influence, good luck with Jack when he’s more comfortable”.

“I’m already painfully aware,” Jeno rolls his eyes, closing his book, for the time being, leaning on the desk with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned arms, which he clearly catches you fawning over. 

You didn’t even get a chance to continue on with your flirting as another Professor walks into the room, and luckily Jeno had the paper requirements on his desk, being smart enough to ask you about the paper before the other Professor asks questions.

“I think I understand, thank you, sir,” you blush lightly, grabbing the piece of paper that you now have a double of before walking out of the room, cursing the other Professor under your breath as you walked down the wall. 

Getting back home, you notice your flatmate Elina sitting on the floor of the living room, papers spread everywhere with pens and pencils scattered over them. Your little laugh at the sight makes her turn her head to you slowly, pouting as she hugs a pillow tightly. You take a place next to her on the floor, and you just hug her, letting her stressfully wail into your embrace, knowing how hard her recent assignments have been, but could you cheer her up with a little tea?

“I need to sleep with my professor to pass~” She whines, face-palming herself as she turns to you with that idea in her head, smirking, “Any luck with Mr. Professor Jeno?” Her tone teases as your face drops slightly. 

Though as much as you try to hide it, a smirk and blush creep onto your face, hiding it behind your hands as she squeals, shaking you lightly and attempting to rip your hands away from your face.

Elina’s voice tone changes once she manages to pull your hands away from your face, “Y/N! You are my best friend, you need to tell me everything!”. 

“Okay! Okay! But you can’t say anything, please! Especially not to Jaemin!” You cry with pleading hands as she ignores the work on the floor, turning to face you, ready for the gossip. 

“I slept with him last week, and it is working in my favor with work but there’s something else about it,” your voice gets shaky thinking about it as your best friend’s eyes open so wide you thought they’d fall out, “He said he’ll be waiting for me”.

“Oh my god! He’s totally in love with you!” She cries in excitement, hands on her cheeks as she tries to hold down the grin that wants to appear on her face, “He’s so smitten by my hot as fuck best friend!”.

“He’s not! I just think he likes the risk of sleeping with a student,” You roll your eyes, lying to yourself when you say that, and definitely hoping he wasn’t as you don’t trust yourself in not falling for him romantically too. 

If anything, you’re already there. You shouldn’t feel that way about your professor but you do, wondering how things would be once you graduate. How nice it would be to be in a relationship with him, but maybe it’s a daydream you can’t snap out of. 

But oh wrong you were. So wrong.

A couple of weeks go by, you manage to write that paper for him with the extra benefits of course. But you were enjoying it, knowing you didn’t have to worry about the assignments so much. Even if you weren’t pressed against his desk or his filing cabinet, you had time to spend with him where he genuinely helped you with your papers. He’d sit down with you, talk you through the main key points that you need to talk about, and would reassure you that despite your little “benefit” he knows you can do really well, encouraging you to become a writer. 

The romantic feelings also grow more and more each time you’re together alone, he’d even grab you both coffees to enjoy whilst you’d chat and not just the boring staffroom shop-bought stuff. Oh no, he’d even go to the campus’ Starbucks and knew your order off of the back of his hand. 

But then it was time for your actual lectures, meeting up with Jaemin and Jack outside the room before heading in. You have a feeling that Jaemin is up to something when he forces you to sit in between them, becoming sandwiched between your best friend and the new guy. Who by the way, has become comfortable and breaking out of his comfort zone a lot more each time you see him.

As Jeno tries to start the lecture, he’s distracted by the new seating situation of the three of you, his sentence cutting off with confusion before trying to shake it off, attempting to continue on. 

Jaemin sits back, giving his new friend the thumbs up whilst trying to not get caught by Jeno, grabbing his pen to actually make some notes for a change, for the first time since the start of the semester. 

“Hey, Y/N. Would you like to come over to mine soon and we could work on this assignment together?” Jack asks quietly, biting on his bottom lip nervously, “I would really like to get to know you more”.

You look at him with your eyebrows furrowed together, confused as to his request, as you choke on your words, not really knowing how to let him down slowly without exposing yourself. Then it clicks. Jaemin. Jaemin is trying to set you up with him. 

Trying to be really nice to Jack, you smile, “Maybe sometime, I’m usually really busy so sometime, possibly,” you reply, kicking Jaemin in the calf who’s the other side of you, giving him no choice but to suffer the pain in silence. 

“Anytime you like,” Jack smiles, hearts in his eyes when you smile at him, which quickly drops when you notice Jeno has paused his conversation, staring at the three of you with arms crossed.

Once he had all of your attention, he continues, making it known that he was obviously annoyed, but you weren’t sure if he heard the conversation or not, making you worry a lot. 

In hopes you letting him down lightly like that, he’d eventually get the hint, however as the weeks go on, Jack is more and more persistent, and no matter how much you try to be nice about it, he doesn’t seem to get it. And you couldn’t even say anything about seeing someone because then it’ll just end up with Jaemin nagging at you to tell him. 

“Hey Y/N,” Jack calls in a flirty tone as he sits next to you, and unfortunately Jaemin had to pull a sick day on this day didn’t he? Leaving you in class alone with Jack, “I have a question to ask”.

Trying to be polite, you quickly glance between him and Jeno and then put your focus on Jack who’s leaning on the table, looking at you with the same heart eyes as before, “Sure, what is it?”.

“I’m sorry if I’m being a little forward,” He starts, his fingers trailing over your hand and it doesn’t go a miss by Jeno, who grits his teeth, subconsciously making his way closer to you, “But, would you like to go on a date with me?” 

Unable to help it, you sigh, mouth dropping open as you catch Jeno out of the corner of your eye, “Jack, uhm. I think we should focus on the work, we could talk later, okay?” You try to be as nice as possible and luckily he thought you were being so.

However, Jeno was annoyed, not sure if he was with just Jack or the both of you, but he knew one thing. He hated the fact that another guy is attempting their move on you. Quickly, his mood changes, putting on a face to the rest of the class.

“That’s where we’re going to leave this lecture for today. How would you guys like a free afternoon? To study, go out, whatever. you’ve all worked so hard this semester and I’m feeling nice,” Jeno forces a faux smile, nodding to the students who rush to pack up their things and head out of the door.

A hand is raised when you and Jack try to follow suit, “Not you two. Meet me in my office in five minutes,” he unintentionally grows from irritation, making your heart sink instantly. 

Waiting outside of his office, you pace back and forth whilst Jack leans against the wall, “Someone’s a little pissed with us talking in his class,” Jack announces and it doesn’t help you in the slightest, knowing that Jack doesn’t know the extent.

“Just a bit,” your face screws with your sarcastic tone coming out to play, instantly apologizing for it, “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen him this pissed off”. 

Jeno doesn’t say a word as he walks towards you, avoiding making eye contact with you as he enters his office, and you follow behind him as he closes the door behind you.

He places his items on the desk before turning to face you both, his arms crossed in front of his chest, shaking his head whilst it hangs low, “I’m extremely disappointed in you both. Two of my smartest students not acting so smart and talking in my class when I’m trying to talk? I expect it from Jaemin but not from either of you”.

“Sorry, Sir,” You both say in sync, heads also hanging low and you start to kick yourself for being so nice the first time around, maybe you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation, “It won’t happen again”.

Jeno sighs through his nose, “Jack, you’re dismissed,” and with that, Jack thanked him and nervously smiles at you before exiting the room, leaving you alone with Jeno and you knew that this wasn’t going to be fun.

He doesn’t even say anything to you, shutting the blinds on his door, and locking it. Walking back to you, he forces you against this bookshelf, closing the gap between you both in the process, “I’m so disappointed in you, doll”.

“I’m sorry, I did tell him that we should’ve been working,” you try to defend yourself but the small growl that leaves his lips makes your heart race.

Jeno cups your cheek, hanging his head low before slowly lifting it back up, his eyes dark as he glares into yours, caressing your cheek with his thumb before his low, growly voice sends a shiver down your spine, “That’s not what I’m disappointed about”.

You cock your head to the side in confusion, wondering what could he possibly be disappointed at? You knew you talked in his class, but you also tries to get Jack to focus on the work.

“I’m disappointed in the fact you didn’t shut Jack’s attempts at flirting with you down,” he continues, silencing you completely as you’re lost for words, how could you have done that without having someone on your ass about it? “Don’t you remember what I said?”.

Of course, you remember, it’s printed in the forefront of your brain that keeps you up at night sometimes, giggling and squealing to yourself at how your professor could think of you, his student.

“I won’t allow some transfer student to take my girl’s heart away from me,” Jeno’s tone becomes gentle, and his eyes match his tone, softer, sweeter. 

His girl? You’re his girl? “Sir- Jeno, I remember you said you’ll wait for me, but why? I don’t understand. Won’t you still get into trouble for dating one of your students even if I graduate?” You manage to find the words to ask, heart, pounding out of your chest. 

Jeno laughs and shakes his head, “I don’t care about that, I care for you. I care about you, Y/N. You’re worth it all”. 

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