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Time of Our Lives | Dancer!Jake Seresin x dancer!reader | Dirty Dancing AU

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Characters & pairings: dancer!Jake Seresin x dancer!reader (romantic)

Content warnings: fluff, light profanity, pop culture references | Female!reader (she/her) | WC: 8.8k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @eternalsams 🩶🥹)

Premise: what happens when two childhood best friends from well off families reunite at a country club leading into a summer that would impact their careers for eternity while dancing around a decades worth of brewing feelings and recreating an iconic dance for the country clubs annual showcase? Here’s a hit, it’s gonna be like that one song Baby and Johnny fell in love to.

Note: I am alive and just know I (quite literally) had the time of my life writing this piece. It brought me back to my 80s movies/dirty dancing hyperfixation 😭 @eternalsams thank you so much for your patience and requesting this gem. I hope I did you Justice and dancer Jake has my heart and soul. Thank you for trusting me with your vision 🩶

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“You could at least act like you’re having fun, Y/n,” came the scolding words of her mother when she noticed the unamused expression Y/n possessed.

A natural state she would describe since they arrived at the resort. And what Y/n could not depart from no matter how hard she tried.

Summertime. The best time of year for some folks who are eager to get away from the stress and drama of work and school to relax and have fun. Whether it be a week or two whole months. For high school dance teacher Y/n L/n, her ideal summer vacation would be in the comfort of her own home with a book or chilling at her favorite resultant sipping on Margaritas while enjoying live music. Going out with her small select group of friends to dance was also on her list of summer necessities…but her family had other plans.

To kick off her 2023 summer break—which is to last nearly three weeks if she manages to survive—Y/n and her family were at an upscale Catskills resort located in the Appalachian Mountains not too far from New York, the place she currently called home. A snazzy estate one may add, for it was filled with alumni from the top Ivy League schools in the country.

And Y/n’s personal hell.

Of course she loved spending time with her parents and siblings….to an extent. But, when they’re constantly berating her life choices by becoming a dance instructor—on top of displeased opinions of her love life—-Y/n felt suffocated by them.

It was like she could never live up to the expectation they had of her no matter how much she proved herself and her talent. Not only were her parents highly respected doctors in their community, but her sister graduated Summa Cum Laude at Yale Law School, marrying her college sweetheart before taking a job at one of the city’s top firms. Then there was her brother. He went on to become a naval fighter pilot, distinguished and respected with his place at number one in his class during his year at Top Gun. His wife was a trauma nurse who worked at the same hospital as her parents.

Yet here she was—mind you, a former member of the New York City Ballet Company, Juilliard Alumni, performed at the Super Bowl, toured with Rihanna in the mid early 2010s, appeared in several music videos, and teaches at the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts—unable to adhere to their standards.

Parents…they want what’s best for their children. Right?

Yeah she found that hard to believe.

If only they saw her in the Ballroom. And no, not talking about the kind you see on Dancing With The Stars. She’s talking about the Ballroom that calls New York its home.

But also ballroom dancing. Her sister would have a heart attack if she discovered Y/n danced Bachata with Prince Royce at a New York latin club.

“Fun?” Y/n scoffed, sipping at her glass of champagne resulting in a light cringe at the taste. For rich people one would think they’d have the best there was. What just hit her tastebuds was something out of a box container imposing as fancy liquor. “I don’t see how anyone could find this type of rendezvous fun, mother.” She received a scolding glare.

“Keep your voice down,” the older woman kept looking around to see if anyone heard, “these are our friends.”

“Your friends,” Y/n corrected. There was no way in hell she’d consider any of the fake people in front of her friends. No matter how long their families have been acquainted. None of them liked each other, and were always trying to one up whenever someone voiced an accomplishment.

Instead of answering, Y/n’s mother simply walked away with an annoyed huff. No longer in the mood to argue. Rolling her eyes, Y/n downed the last of her champagne before making way out the french doors of the lounge and into one of the many patios. The sunshine greeted her with its vibrant and warm rays. Chatter from the guests sitting under umbrellas and beside the pool filled her ears. Y/n placed her sunglasses and booked it across until she was on the pathway leading to the guesthouse she and her family were staying.

“Y/n!” Had it been anyone else the woman would’ve mentally signed, but the voice behind the greeting was none other than her childhood best friend growing up, Natasha. A genuine smile appeared on her face as she turned around.

“Hey, Nat!” the two embraced in a hug, “Been a while, huh?” In truth the two hadn’t seen each other face to face since 2019 when Natasha moved to California to base her talent agency. Despite this, Natasha still traveled every year to Caskilles around this time to see her family, whereas Y/n remained in New York due to shows and gigs.

“More like four years,” a playful nudge was sent her way, “girl you left me here to fend for myself. I should feel betrayed,” Nat smirked, “but I can’t blame you. The only reason I keep coming to this place is to please my mom. It’s the only time all of us siblings are under the same roof.”

Natasha was the oldest of four and the only daughter to three sons. Her father had been the Mayor of New York City while her mother was the former District Attorney. All of her brothers had achieved prospective careers. Antonio, the second oldest, had been drafted by the MLB and currently played for the Washington Nationals. Dominic, the middle brother, was a nuclear engineer who rarely ever got time off but always managed to get a week in the summer. Lastly the youngest of the bunch, Victor, was a professional photographer who went on tour with artists like Journey, Lionel Richie, Daddy Yankee, and Stevie Nicks.

For Natasha, she had fallen in love with the fashion industry at a young age. After graduating from the Fashion Institute of Technology Natasha received an intern position at Vogue Magazine before becoming a product and brand marketing manager at Louis Vuitton, for which she got the opportunity to live in Paris, France for four years. There she got to work closely with Virgil Abloh, who unfortunately passed away in 2021, and Nicolas Ghesquiere.

As of 2022 Nat relocated to San Francisco and developed her own talent agency for aspiring models and fashion photographers who come from low-income backgrounds, LGBTQIA+, people of color and disabilities. With its success Nat’s had several clients on the face of Vogue and walking runways at every fashion week.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n said, the two beginning to walk down the path together, “Life’s been hectic. During the pandemic there were little to no gigs so I had no idea what to do.” Unfortunately being in the dance industry meant competitive opportunities with a maybe 10% success rate if lucky. Y/n’s last big break was dancing with Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande in their ‘Rain on Me’ music video. Y/n occasionally attended the Balls in New York, but hadn’t walked a category in ages.

She did have a following on social media, which bought in a reasonable amount of income. Over 100k on YoutTube and roughly 2 half a million on TikTok. Instagram had close to 3 million since it had been the primary platform in the 2010s and several of her dance videos went viral.

“I understand,” Nat nodded solemnly, “It was like that for me too. It’s nice the world is slowly going back to normal. Although,” she paused to chuckle, “the amount of damage control getting bookings back to their normal pace was probably the most stressful point in my career.”

“Has it been easier now?” They stopped at a little bench overlooking the lake, “I saw you were at fashion week.”

Nat instantly brightened. “Much better than before I will say. We’ve got a great wave of new clientele—I just landed this fella a cover with GQ so I’m pleased with that.” Y/n congratulated her before the agent changed the subject, “But enough about me, what about you?”

The woman scoffed, “Well my last big thing was the Lady Gaga music video—and that was going on three years now,” the thought made her frown. It wasn’t like her to go so long without a gig. “I auditioned for a spot on Beyoncé’s tour.”

“The Renaissance tour,” Nat nearly gagged. It was all anyone could talk about since tickets went on sale earlier that year. Nat managed to snag two for her and her boyfriend for the Los Angeles show. “And?”

“I’ll know in about a month or so if I book it.”

“You so got it,” Nat assured with a tap on her shoulder, “You’re one of the best dancers in the world. You danced with Madonna at the Super Bowl,” her gaze became pointed, “and toured with Rihanna. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Nat,” Y/n laughed, though deep down she felt the hope in her rise.

Rolling her eyes, Natasha leaned back against the bench and was about to comment when someone in the distance caught her eye. “Is that who I think it is?”

Peeking over her shoulder, Y/n suddenly straightened her posture upon seeing the blonde man grinning from ear to ear as they made eye contact. Jake Seresin certainly landed on the right side of the puberty coin. With his tan, muscular frame, gorgeous green eyes, blonde hair and smile that belonged on the cover of a magazine, he was a sight for sore eyes.

“Ladies, fancy seeing you two here on this beautiful afternoon.”

A wave of butterflies simmered in Y/n’s tummy, a shy smile forming as he approached the bench. It’d been several years since the two saw each other despite being friends since childhood. “Jake,” she greeted, moving to accept his hug when he opened his arms. Natasha followed before the two sat back down, “It’s good to see you. Is your mom with you?”

Like Natasha and her family, Jake’s were part of the same circuit in terms of highly respected, sometimes influential people. His mother, a doctor, was a colleague of Y/n’s parents, and his late father was one of Texas’ Congressmen during the 2000-2010s. Jake’s only sibling, his sister Krista, was a young adult novelist with over ten publications.

Jake on the other hand was like Y/n: a professional dancer and known in the industry as a real life Ken Doll. He had a massive following online, choreographed music videos and tours—even went on tour with Bruno Mars, Justin Bieber, & Ariana Grande—and was a guest judge on ‘So You Think You Can Dance,”. During the pandemic a lot of his dance sequences went viral and became trends, Y/n even posted on to which he reposted with the caption, “you know I had to shine the spotlight on my favorite dance partner. Miss you Y/n/n.”

You can bet Y/n experienced internal fireworks.

There was no denying she had a crush on Jake growing up. The two were inseparable whenever their families stayed at the resort. They’d even make trips out to each other during winter break, eventually attended Juilliard at the same time, and collaborated early in their careers. Jake and Y/n used to sneak out of the country club when they were younger to dance on the dock while blasting music from the boom box they’d stolen from the lounge. They learned ballroom together, competing in competition without Y/n’s family having knowledge of it.

Unlike Y/n’s parents, Jake’s mom and dad approved of his career choice. Though skeptical in the beginning, they grew to be very supportive and attended his showcases at school, the concert he was performing in and kept up with what he was doing.

Because of their disapproval of her pursuing dance, Y/n believes their learning of Jake’s endeavors resulted in them no longer coming to the country club if he and his family were there. They also never asked about him or worked with his mother despite being in the same field. It’s like they blamed Jake for Y/n not becoming what they wanted her to be: a doctor or a lawyer.

“She and my sis are settling in,” he gestured down the path he came, where several cabins were located. “We just got in about an hour ago.”

“How long are you guys here for?” The question came from Nat, who threw a look at Y/n.

Jake didn’t notice, “a couple weeks. Needed a break from the world—and Mr. Collins asked me to help him with this showcase he’s putting together.” Y/n raised her brow.

“Showcase?”

“It’s more for the youngins,” Jake explained. “He asked if I could help teach some dance lessons for those interested.” Though it physically hurt not to react, Y/n somehow managed to remain neutral. Even putting a semi-fake smile.

How come Mr. Collins didn’t ask her?

“Stop it,” the voice in her head said, “it’s not a competition and you know Jake would never be upset if the roles were reversed.”

“Wow, Jake, that's great!” She was happy for him. And scolded herself mentally for the childish thought she had. Jake was an exceptional dancer and a great teacher. Y/n had watched some of his YouTube videos in passing and had no doubt he could get the job done.

“Say if you have the time I’d be happy to have you join in,” he flashes a smile that would have any girl weak in the knees. “I’d say you’re more of an expert in certain areas that I’m not really well acquainted with.” Warmth fills her chest.

“I’d love to. Thank you, Jake.”

The second he departed Natasha was on Y/n. “Girl, if you do not hop on that—.”

“Natasha!”

“What?” She whispers shouts after being hushed, “you’re into him, he’s so into you,” Y/n’s expression is that of, ‘You’re delusional’. “Skip the previews and start the movie.” Now that was a metaphor Y/n had not heard before, but clever nonetheless.

“Jake and I have been friends for years,” Y/n brushed her off. “I am not going to risk ruining what we have because of some middle school crush.” The brunette rolls her eyes.

“But it’s not, ‘some middle school crush.’ You’ve had feelings for him for over decades now—which is a conversation for another day,” Y/n makes a sound of offense, but does not deny the woman. “It’s time to put on your big girl panties and get your man.”

She’s quiet for a moment, glancing to her feet, “What if it’s not meant to be. My family would never approve—.”

“Like you’ve let them dictate what you do in life.”

“My point is—,” Y/n cuts back, “I’ve already disappointed them with my career path. Call me naive or delusional, but I don’t want to have to deal with constantly being berated for my choice of partner. Jake is wonderful in every aspect, but what he does will just set my parents off again for another twenty years if by some miracle we start something up.”

Natasha sighs, placing a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Sometimes you have to accept that parents are always going to have their opinions that are unchangeable. And you have to let go of the hope they’ll come around. Y/n, you’ve dealt with this since you were seventeen, maybe it’s time to distance yourself from it.”

“And if it all backfires and I end up alone?”

“You’ll never be alone,” she nudges her, “I’m here. And even if it all blows to hell, then at least you can say you tried.”

The next day Y/n found Jake at the little studio room the club used to teach waltz lessons. She was met with his gorgeous smile and an army of preteens in the middle of showing off who could do the best tik tok dance. “I see I’ve interrupted a very important matter.”

“None wanted to do the one I created,” he dramatically pouts, “saying it was too complicated.”

She laughed, “Well they’re not wrong.”

“Hey!”

For the next week, Y/n and Jake spent four hours a day--two in the morning and two in the afternoon--with the kids teaching them different styles of dance. Of course the crowd favored breakdancing, hip hop, modern, and vogue, but would request to watch Jake and Y/n perform routines they used to do back in the day. Swing was a popular one, as was quickstep and jive because of its upbeat and face paced. One day Jake busted out his tap dancing skills while Y/n displayed some ballet.

“How can a person do that?” a kid commented as she stood on revelé. Jake leaned down, whispering, “she’s secretly an alien from another planet.”

“C’mon I wanna show you something,” Jake grabs her hand one night after dinner. He leads her to a cabin not too far from the main resort where members of the staff have started a party. On the speakers were some 2000s hits that summed up the millennial crowd. Jake waved to some of the guys who ran group activities in the corner, Y/n spotted the culinary department at the food table. And if she were to glance at the door on the opposite end of the cabin, she’d see the housekeeping passing around an object containing a certain plant.

“What’s this?”

“The only place where the workers get to catch a break after spending all day with those uptight rich folks. They call it ‘Dirty Dancing’,” Y/n’s expression becomes amused, letting out a soft laugh.

“Like the 80s movie with Patrick Swayze?” Jake beams.

“The one and only,” taking her hand once more, he leads her to the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”

To say the two became the life of the party was an understatement. Jake spun Y/n to the sound of her laughter and Elvis ‘Jailhouse Rock’. Jumping up and down with a crowd around them to Pitbull’s “Give Me Everything.”

“Tonight, I want all of you tonight,” They pointed to each other, “Give me everything tonight.” Y/n pointed to the girl beside her, “For all we know we might not get tomorrow. Let’s do it tonight.” Jake fist pumped with some guys around him, “Don’t care what they say, or what games they play. Nothing is enough, ‘til they handle love.” people in the back shouted “let’s do it tonight.”

“I want you tonight, I want you to stay,” Jake gave Y/n a look, “I want you tonight,” she squealed upon him pulling her toward him, “Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey.” the entire house exploded into the chorus. Everyone having the time of their lives, it felt like a scene from a movie.

Y/n pulled girls into the middle during Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies.’ Then they carried the party when ‘Year 3000’ by the Jonas Brothers came on. “He said, ‘I've been to the year 3000. Not much has changed, but they lived underwater. And your great-great-great-granddaughter is doing fine!”

Some staff who happened to be part of the New York Ballscene recognized Y/n, leading to a vogue battle to commence. “This is what I wanna see!”

Let’s just say….that was the moment Jake knew he was in love.

“‘Cause we are living in a material world. And I am a material girl,” The next morning Y/n was rudely awoken by her ringtone. “Hello,” her groggy voice answered, hearing Jake on the opposite end sounding equally as tired.

“Are you busy this afternoon in between lessons?”

“Not that I know of. What’s up?”

“I just got off the phone with Collin,” his tone shifted to one she couldn’t decipher, “He’s asking if you and I would be interested in performing at the showcase.” Jolting from the bed, Y/n was fully awake.

“Come again.”

“You and me. Me and you,” Jake repeated, “we put on a little number for the finale.”

Fiddling with her pajama top, Y/n suddenly became nervous. The night before she was on Cloud 9 with the way Jake was looking at her. They danced the night away and those feelings she desperately tried to hide were slowly becoming difficult to keep down. “What did you have in mind?”

“Time of My Life, really?” The two were at the studio dressed in comfy attire they usually danced in. “Don’t you think that’s a little cliche.”

“I thought it was fitting,” the blonde rebutted. Jake suggested the two perform the iconic dance sequence at the end of the 80s classic. “What, you got something against it?”

She rolled her eyes, “Only that my parents blame my childhood obsession with it as the reason I didn’t follow their dreams for me.” Jake made a face.

“They’re still not over that?”

“Nope,” She popped the ‘p’. “In fact they still remind me every chance they get about it.”

Jake finished setting up the song loop, standing from his crouching position, “Well, let’s prove just how wrong they were when you blow their mind with your talent at the showcase.”

Between the giggles and constantly finding any moment to procrastinate, it was a miracle the two managed to choreograph a routine. It wasn’t an exact copy of the iconic dance Baby and Johnny performed, but they kept some elements in.

Including the lift.

“Jake, I don’t know about this,” Y/n shivered when her body hit the cold water, following him until their waists were submerged. The whole idea made her nervous. It was an intimidating maneuver.

Jake, however, did not show any sign of hesitation. “Worried I’d drop you?” he teased, “I thought you trusted me? We used to do this all the time as kids.”

“Exactly. I do trust you, but we’re not fifteen anymore. I’m not--,” he cut her off gently.

“Don’t say what I think you’re about to say,” his look was soft but serious at the same time. “You have nothing to worry about. And besides, we’re out here taking precautions instead of being in the studio where if something did go wrong, we’re not as likely to end up in the ER.”

Sighing, Y/n rubbed her eyes. “Fine, let’s just get this over with, before I drown in embarrassment..”

About two and half hours of non-stop repetition of Jake lifting Y/n in the air passed. Sometimes he purposely lost footing so they both planted into the freezing lake water and other times he genuinely faltered. “Jake!”

“I’m sorry!” Thankfully at least one out of every ten attempts were a success. By that we’re talking they were able to hold the position for more than four seconds. “Okay, we’re done for the day.”

As the sun started to set, Jake climbed onto the dock before pulling Y/n up. “Thanks,” she took the towel he handed her, immediately squeezing the excess water from her hair. “Well that was fun.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, grabbing his towel. “I think we made some great progress. We’ll go through the whole routine tomorrow and see what needs adjustments.” The showcase was in just over a week, meaning they were crunching down on time.

“Sounds like a plan.” Stars painted the sky, the two eventually sitting on the dock with their towels wrapped around them. Soft music played from Jake’s speaker.

“How’s it been for you?” Jake was the one to break the silence, “thinking about it, we haven’t really got the chance to catch up. New York still treating you well?”

“Oh uh,” Y/n swallowed, unsure of how to answer without sounding too pessimistic. “It’s been alright. I’ve been teaching for the last two years.”

“A teacher you say? Where at?”

“Frank Sinatra School of Arts.” Jake’s smile grew.

“That’s amazing!” Butterflies erupted at his praise. “I’m happy for you, Y/n, really. You’re inspiring the next generation.”

“Thanks,” she looked away, unable to keep eye contact when her heart was beating so fast. ‘Geez, why am I like this? He’s making me feel like I’m fourteen again.’ “I’ve enjoyed it. My students were amazing.” Jake raised a curious brow.

“Are you not teaching anymore?”

Y/n bit her lip, “well, I haven’t renewed my contract for the upcoming school year yet,” she paused before adding, “I’m waiting to find out if I got a spot on this tour I auditioned for.” Now Jake was super curious. Lots of artists were touring that summer. The Jonas Brothers, Big Time Rush, Kesha, SZA, and of course the much anticipated Era’s and Renaissance tours of Taylor Swift and Beyonce.

And Jake was going to be involved in one.

“Is it okay if I ask which one?” his tone had an underlying hint of excitement at the thought the two might work together. Traveling across the country in what would be one of the best experiences in their lives.

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, “something tells me you have a secret, Jake Seresin. Would you like to share with the class what’s on your mind?”

Scratching his head, Jake answered, “I’m not really supposed to say…..but,” she held her breath, releasing with a low gasp, “I’ll be touring with Taylor Swift.”

“Wow,” the woman was speechless, breaking into a massive grin. “I-uh, wow, Jake that’s incredible! Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he accepted her hug, not caring that their clothes were still damp. “I honestly didn’t believe I’d get it.” a playful slap landed on his arm.

“Please,” came her scoff, “You really thought Miss Americana herself would not see the talent in front of her?” Y/n mentally cheered in victory at the sight of his blush. “She’d be foolish to not have you as part of her time.”

“Okay okay,” he swatted her hands away with a chuckle. “Now answer my question.”

Once revealing who’s tour Y/n auditioned for, the two embarked on an hour long conversation about their careers and life. Jake mentioned how he had been in a relationship but it didn’t work out. Y/n vented on the ongoing emotional feud with her family--to which Jake told her, “It’s their loss for not seeing you the way the rest of the world does.”

Yeah, that made her melt.

By the end of the night there was a shift in the atmosphere. Both felt it, glancing away when they held eye contact longer than usually without a word passing by. They had suddenly become quiet, only the crickets singing through the trees.

“It’s getting late,” Y/n rushed out, moving to stand. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Jake mirrored her movements. “Same time.” Heading back to the cabins their families were staying at, they arrived at Y/n’s first.

Opening her mouth to say goodnight and avoid an awkward moment, Y/n’s words paused upon seeing Jake’s expression, “You look troubled.”

“I--,” he began before stopping, causing Y/n’s nerves to rise. “It’s nothing.”

The dancer wasn’t having it, “No, no no,” she playfully raised a hand, “you can’t leave me hanging like that, Jake. I thought we were friends.” Suddenly it became quiet again. Next thing Y/n knew was Jake softly grabbing her hand.

“You know I adore you right?”

Her heart skipped, “Not really, but I do now,” the light chuckle was obviously embedded with nerves. “I adore you too.”

“And we’ve been….rather close for a long time.”

“Yes,” the word trailed off her tongue, somehow managing to hold the eye contact Jake was giving her. She was practically pinned where she stood.

“I realize this isn’t the best time or way to say this,” his cheeks become rosy, “but I’ve really enjoyed these past couple weeks catching up and being able to dance again like we used to. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring back some feelings I tried to ignore for fear it would ruin what we have.”

Y/n couldn’t believe what was happening, “Bring back?” Did the man she secretly longed for since they were teenagers want her too? After all this time? She nearly pinched herself.

Jake looked away, bringing his other hand to scratch his neck. “Yeah. Look, I understand if you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry for dropping this on you but after the party I felt like my world was finally on its axis. You…” he struggles finding the right words, “I can’t stop thinking about you and what we could be. You’re my best friend, Y/n. And I view you as someone I wanna dance with till we’re old and gray.”

“Jake,” his name was the softest it had ever been coming out of her mouth. Here was the moment she had been dreaming about. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

His reaction was immediate, “You--you feel the same?” The tone was that of disbelief and hope. Heart pounding beneath his skin.

Y/n cupped his face in her hands, grinning ear to ear, “There is no one else in this world I’d rather dance with than you, Jake. I’ve felt this way about you for as long as I can remember.”

Not wasting a second longer, Jake leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Fireworks exploded between the two, the butterflies escaping their stomachs to swarm around them. Jake's lips were soft against hers, moving slowly as though to commit them to memory. When they pulled away, he kept his forehead against hers, “wow.”

She giggled, repeating, “wow.”

“Is this what Could 9 is supposed to feel like? Because I’m getting those vibes.”

Y/n threw her head back, laughing before covering her mouth when she remembered her family was asleep on the other side of the door, “You’re not the only one, hot shot. If this is what cloud 9 feels like then I never want to lose it.”

In the days following that magical night, the two continued their practice session. Perfecting the dance to where they didn’t even hear the music to be able to hit the steps right. When it came to the lift, however, Y/n was still worried of a disaster. Thankfully after several successful attempts at the studio she was able to let go of her doubt.

Plus she was tired of hearing Jake’s teasing.

Each night after parting ways that afternoon the two would meet up at the docks. Spending hours laying on the wood to watch the stars twinkle and talk about life. Then Jake would walk her back to the cabin, saying goodbye with a sweet kiss. With every minute they spent together, every dance, every kiss, both Jake and Y/n were falling more and more for each other.

One could go as far as to say it was love.

One could say they were having the time of their lives.

But of course what is life without a little drama? Y/n silently prayed drama would be avoided. Once in her life could things just be great? Without the everlying feeling of something going wrong?

Yeah, it was too good to be true.

“Jake!” a voice interrupted the peaceful morning, ripping the two apart from their kiss. They had gone for a jog together that morning around the lake, stopping at their usual spot of the docks before heading to the studio to practice for the night's event. Turning to the direction of the voice, Y/n’s eyes landed on a fiery redhead storming up the path. Her attention was on the man beside her, not hiding the obvious fact she was furious. “Who the hell is that?”

“Tatiana?” Jake’s tone was of shock and confusion. He let go of Y/n’s face he had been cradling, but kept a firm touch on her arm. “W-what are you--.”

“Is it so much to ask for you to answer your phone?” stopping in front of the two, her blazing hazel eyes locked on Y/n. “Who are you? And why the fuck were you making out with my boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?” she stammered, glacing at Jake who now looked pissed off. ‘He’s had a girlfriend this whole time?”

“I haven’t been your boyfriend since December, Tatiana,” he raised a pointed finger, casting a look to Y/n with pleading eyes that he was telling the truth. “We’ve been broken up for a while now.” he turned back to his ex, “You made that clear to me when you had me choose between the career I’ve spent decades building and you.”

There was anger in his tone, not pleased with her claims. Y/n didn’t know what to believe, all she could feel was a weight clamping down on her shoulder.

“Oh really,” removing her phone from her back pocket, Tatiana tapped the screen a few times before pushing it in Y/n’s face, “Does that seem like it to you.” Leaning forward, Y/n gulped at the sight of text messages indicating Jake and Tatianna had been in contact a few months prior. From the looks of it, Tatiana was hoping the two could pick up where they left off and Jake replying, ‘I’ll think about it,’ then it was silent until this past week where Tatiana sent texts asking when they could meet up. Jake, however, responded it wasn’t a good time and believed the two should stay friends.

“Y/n,” Jake started, glancing back between her and Tatiana, which only made her more perplexed. Unable to decipher what he was thinking. “Just please, wait right here.” He gently squeezed her arm, brushing their fingers together as he let go. Then before she could say anything, Y/n watched Jake gently escort Tatiana away from the docks. They went a good distance away to where Y/n was unable to hear the two. With Jake’s back to her, Y/n’s view was of the red head’s angry expression as she pushed her finger into Jake’s chest.

She saw him gently raise his hands, stepping away to escalate the situation. Y/n’s head spun, feeling a wave of nausea and the woman grabbed her water bottle from the ground. In a fast pace, Y/n stepped off the dock and onto the path leading back to the clubhouse. Once a distance away she broke out into a run, unaware if Jake saw her leave considering his back was to her. This was confirmed when she didn’t hear him call out for her.

Sprinting past the clubhouse, Y/n made a beeline for her cabin. Throwing the door open she moved past the living room not caring if anyone was there and straight to her bedroom where she locked the door behind her, pressing her back against it and sliding down to the floor to finally catch her breath.

Her water bottle had been drained, sweat coating her forehead and tears threatening to spill. Covering her mouth, Y/n refused to let the sob forming in her throat to release. There was no time to let her heartbreak. Not when the showcase was fast approaching.

The showcase.

“Fuck,” she sniffed, kicking off her shoes in the process. Of course it had to be that day all blows to hell. The perfect world she thought she finally obtained crashing down.

Of course she was being dramatic. Her life was shy from perfect, and this was another dent in the walls she tried to build.

She kept thinking of Jake. Willing herself to not jump to conclusions. He was clearly taken aback by Tatiana’s appearance. Even more when she called herself his girlfriend. Jake appeared rather offended by the accusation they were still together. Bottom line of the story: there was tension--especially animosity--between them, unfinished business if Y/n had to guess.

Whatever it was, she couldn’t bear to witness it. Right now she needs to think with a blank mind. And with Jake already spamming her phone, the solution for peace and quiet was to turn off her phone. Going as far as to power off her apple watch and not have music play while she showered.

The tears slowly cascaded while Y/n stood beneath the water. It was eerie with the silence, but it assisted with the clearing of her thoughts. Once clean Y/n dressed in comfy clothes and decided to nap for the remainder of the day. The morning had drained her, and until it came time to get ready for her dance with Jake--which she already dreaded--Y/n willed herself to sleep imagining what the day had been if his ex had never stepped foot on the docks.

“Need some help?” Y/n jumped, the hair clip falling from her hand. In the mirror she found Nat staring back at her with a sympathetic smile. “You look like you could use a hand.”

“Thanks,” she picked up the clip, holding up for Nat, who took it in her hand and stood behind Y/n. Gathering her hair up, Nat styled it in a messy but pretty updo.

“You seem tense for someone so used to the spotlight by now.”

A frown appeared, “It’s always nerve racking going on stage in front of people no matter how long you’ve done it.” Nat wasn’t buying it.

“Wanna talk about it? I know it’s more than a few nerves rustling your feathers, Y/n.”

Biting her lip, the dancer shrugged. “It wasn’t meant to be, Nat. Simple as that.” Sadness washed over her for the millionth time since that morning. She hasn’t seen Jake since, only replying to his several texts after a dozen unanswered calls to confirm she would still do the showcase.

Although part of her thought about backing out.

“What exactly happened?” Nat softly asked, moving to now help Y/n on her makeup. She was going for a simple look so she lightly concealed, blushed, highlighted and added some minimal eye makeup.

“Everything felt so amazing” she started, looking up as Nat dabbed the beauty blender under her eyes. “After we did the lift at the lake, we talked for hours on the dock and when he walked me back to the cabin….he told me how he felt about me,” Y/n could still feel the tingles on her lips, “and we kissed.”

Nat withheld squealing, knowing it was a bad moment considering it didn’t end the way she hoped for her best friend. Now she was conspiring on how to get payback on Jake. Filled with sudden disdain.

“The next few days went by--like I was walking on cloud 9. The way he looked at me, Nat,” Y/n connected their eyes, “It was magical.” Nat brushed powder onto her cheeks, followed by light blush and highlighter.

“And then what happened.”

Y/n’s shoulders dropped, making her slouch, “Jake’s ex showed up this morning.” Nat’s hand froze, a second passing before continuing its movement. “They broke up last year, but I guess they were in the works of getting back together. Because she was very vocal about it--not shy of asking who the fuck I was and why was I with her boyfriend.”

“And what was Jake’s reaction?”

Y/n waited until after Nat finished sweeping a thin coat of eyeliner to answer, “He denied it--was very shocked when she showed up out of the blue. Said that she ended things because he refused to choose her over his career. Then she went on about how they were talking things out--that a few months ago he said he’d think about it.” Y/n thought back to the texts, “She showed me the messages from this week. He rejected her invite to meet up and said that they should remain friends. Then he pulled her aside to talk where I couldn’t hear. I sorta left after that.”

Nat grabbed the mascara, “You didn’t wait for him to explain?”

“Could you blame me?” Y/n rebutted, a little on the defense but not saying it in a mean tone. “I was dealing with a hundred emotions. Confusion, embarrassment, shame, sadness, anger. I wanted to cry, I wanted to yell. But the only thing I could do was shut down and walk away.”

Nat said nothing, spraying Y/n’s face with a setting mist before handing her the tube of her favorite lipstick.

“I know,” Y/n groans, “I should’ve stayed--to at least hear him out. But I didn’t want to face the humiliation if it were true.”

“And if it’s not true?” Nat suggested, “What if he was genuine and they really are done? Where does that leave you two?”

Blotting the color onto her lips, Y/n capped the tube and threw it into her makeup bag with a shug, “I don’t know, Nat. We’ll find out tonight I guess.” Taking one last glance in the mirror, she added, “That’s if he shows up--which I doubt he won’t. He wouldn’t want to let Collins down.” leaning back in the char, Y/n turns to her friend. “Thanks for the hair and makeup.”

Nat patted her shoulder, “anytime. You look beautiful. That dress was made for you.” Y/n bore a light pink dress with a flowy skirt and corset styled top. It was similar to the one Baby wore in Dirty Dancing, ironically enough, but unique in its own way. She paired it with simple dance shoes.

“Thank you, Nat.”

A thought suddenly came to the brunette, “Hey, did you ever hear back from that audition?”

There was no hiding her grin, Y/n looked like a child having just received a gift from Santa, “I got a call back. They’re having me fly to L.A. next week to dance for them again.” Nat jumped from her seat, squealing and pulling the woman into a hug.

“Ah that’s amazing! Congratulations--I’m so so happy for you!!”

“Thank you,” Nat’s happiness was contagious, making Y/n giggle as they swayed side to side. “I can’t believe I’m so close.”

“I knew you’d get it,” Nat maveled, playfully pinching Y/n’s side making her swat at her hand.

The happy moment was interrupted right on cue as Mr. Collins rushed in. “There you are!” He was frantic, clipboard in hand. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Have you seen Mr. Seresin?” Y/n’s heart dropped.

“No,” was her response, heat coating her skin. “I thought he was here already.” Collins took a peek at his watch, groaning in annoyance.

“You guys are the last ones so that gives me hope he’s just running late,” Motioning for Y/n to follow him, the man leads the two out of the makeshift dressing room. “You’ll wait by the end of the side stage while the other performers have their turn. Then I’ll announce--hopefully both of you--and we’ll call this showcase a success. Which by the way,” he spins around, stopping Y/n in her tracks, “Do you happen to have a backup plan by any chance if our friend decides to be a no-show?”

Y/n stuttered lightly, hands up in a ‘Not really?’ She goes, “I mean I can whip something up--Not to toot my own horn but I’m pretty good at what I do and will dance to any music you give me.”

“Fantastic,” Collins snaps his finger, “We’ll work with that.” Spinning back again, Collins high tails it to the stage, Y/n taking claim to a chair a few paces from the steps. She spotted Nat seated with her family, Y/n’s own folks at a table in the far back. Almost like they were hiding from the rest of the guests, causing her heart to sink further.

Collins opened the showcase with an animated greeting to the audience. After some announcements and thanks to staff and sponsors who helped put the showcase together, he introduced the first of 10 performers on the list. Nearly all were the teens and children Y/n taught with Jake, the woman standing from her chair to cheer them on. At the eighth performance she froze at the sight of the blonde man behind the curtain. He hadn’t seen her yet, so Y/n ducked back to her chair, peeking slightly to find him conversing with Collins.

‘Well looks like I’m not getting out of this one,’ she thought to herself.

When the second to last performer appeared, Y/n found Nat in the audience. The two shared a look, Nat able to see the unease seeping off Y/n, and throwing her thumbs up in hopes to relieve some of it. The (y/h/c) shook her head slightly, but appreciated the gesture nonetheless with a small smile.

Mr. Collins glides to the stage one final time, “And now,” a quick glance to his clipboard, then to the side of the stage opposite of Y/n, a smile curling on his lips. “We have a very special presentation from two people who were kind enough to help me put this whole shabang together,” raising a hand out he announces, “Please welcome the beautiful and ever so talented, here to bring you the time of your life, Jake Seresin and Y/n L/n!!”

There was a light applause from the adults overshadowed by the children, teens, staff members, and Natasha. Y/n’s parents were unreactive, glancing at her siblings wondering if they knew to which they received shrugs.

Still sitting in a chair just off the stage, not moving despite the lights flashing on her, Y/n’s head was down. The door was not far. She could easily make an escape. But she felt eyes on from those within view and felt trapped. To run now would be a lifetime of embarrassment and shame.

“C’mon, Y/n,” she scolded under her breath. “It’s just one dance.” "Then you can go back to New York and pray this whole thing never happened.”

As the thought left her mind, footsteps came toward her, and Y/n glanced up to find Jake, dressed in black slacks and buttoned down enough to make a girl weak in the knees, staring down at her with an expression that took her breath away. It was as though they were the only two in the room, much like in the studio. Everyone else simply disappeared. Leaving two people who danced around feelings for years only to come together at that very moment.

Whatever hostility Y/n had for Jake was gone. She saw the pure love in his eyes. Pleading with her to give him a chance.

Simply holding his hand out to her, Jake held her gaze and spoke clearly for everyone to hear, “Nobody puts Y/n in a corner.” Had her heart not been beating at 100 miles per second, Y/n would’ve laughed at the reference. Considering how fitting it was to their situation.

The beginning lyrics of the song echoed as Jake led her to the middle of the stage. Already igniting applause from the audience who recognized it. “Now I’ve had the time of my life.” An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her to him. Never once straying eye contact “No, I’ve never felt this way before.” Y/n dipped back, Jake keeping her from falling to the floor until she was upright, “Yes I swear, It’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.”

“‘Cause I’ve,” Jake came around to her left, Y/n bringing up a hand which his own followed the trail of her arm. She caressed the side of his face. His group of friends hooting and hollering, “had the time of my life. And I owe it all to you.” A gentle kiss was placed on her nose.

Cheers from their students erupted when Jake spun Y/n, bringing a smile to both their faces as they began their routine. “I’ve been waiting for so long. Now I’ve finally found someone to stand by me.” Natasha whistled from her seat, “Yeah!”

“We saw the writing on the wall. As we felt this magical fantasy.”

All through the dance Y/n never once stopped grinning. Jake’s aura, the nostalgia of the song, and the love she had for dance were contagious. “Now with passion in our eyes, there’s no way we could disguise it secretly.” Unbeknownst to the woman, her parents and siblings were watching in awe. Having been the first time they truly watched her perform. “So we take each other’s hands,” Jake spun her again, Y/n throwing her arms in the air, head swaying back and forth. “‘Cause we seem to understand the urgency.”

“Just remember,” the pace picked up. “You��re the one thing. I can’t get enough of. So I’ll tell you something,” Y/n was lifted, dress flowing as Jake twirled them in circles. The audience applauded with glee.

“I’ve had the time of my life. No, I never felt this way before.” The cheers heightened when the two pressed against each other, the sight very intimate. “Yes, I swear, it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.” Jake snuck a kiss to her cheek, moving away to leap off the stage. “Hey, baby!” Y/n tilted her head back in laughter, fingers on the hem of her dress skirt and swaying to the beat.

“With my body and soul, I want you more than you’ll ever know. So we’ll just let it go, don’t be afraid to lose control, no.” It was Jake’s moment to shine. He fed off the energy of the crowd, winking at his boys in the back hyping him up. Y/n caught Natasha’s thumbs up, the two sharing a silent victory. “Yes I know what’s on your mind. When you say, ‘Stay with me tonight’.”

“Stay with me. Just remember,” Jake danced up and down the aisle, “You’re the one thing. I can’t get enough of. So I’ll tell you something,” locking eyes, they gave each other a nod. “This could be love,” staff helped Y/n off the stage, the woman bolting toward Jake, “because--.” Squeezing every muscle in her body, Y/n exhaled in relief as she was successfully lifted in the air.

“I’ve had the time of my life. No, I’ve never felt this way before.” It was a spectacular scene around them with everyone jumping from their seats, in awe of what they were witnessing. “Yes, I swear (yes I swear), it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.”

Y/n giggled the whole way down, arms sliding over Jake’s shoulder who shared her happiness. “‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life. And I’ve searched through every open door,” Several people joined in the celebration. Spouses dancing together, children off beat but having the time of their life like the song called for. “‘Til I found the truth. And I owe it all to you.” Even Y/n’s parents managed to get on their feet.

Finally seeing their daughter for who she was.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, the first words spoken between the two. It made her heart skip, filled with an overwhelming surge of happiness.

“I feel like I’m on cloud 9,” the response had Jake chuckle, pulling her closer to him as he voiced, “me too, doll.”

They kept their gaze on one another, swaying chest to chest, the tune became softer, “Now I’ve had the time of my life. No I never felt this way before (never felt this way),” Jake’s hand caressed her cheek, Y/n leaning into it. “Yes, I swear, It’s the truth (It’s the truth),” the two leaned in at the same time, Bill Medley’s voice belting the final lyric of the bridge, “And I owe it all to you!”

The kiss set off a million fireworks. Just like it did the first time. They didn’t know if the cheers around them were intended for the two, but they didn’t stop the kiss to find out. Y/n’s hand covering Jake’s on her face, brushing her fingers over his knuckles, “I’ve had the time of my life. No, I never felt this way before (never felt this way). Yes, I swear, it’s the truth (it’s the truth). And I owe it all to you.” Pulling away, Jake’s touch remained.

“Be my dance partner,” were his words, pushing through the ending chorus. ‘Be mine,’ “Forever.”

“‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life. And I’ve searched through every open door.”

Y/n brushed her lips against his. Uttering nothing more than a simple, “Yes.”

“‘Til I found the truth. And I owe it all to you…”

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Velvet Varnish

Jeonghan x afab!reader /// 5.7k words ///fluff, smut, a lil bit of angst for the road

Warnings: ex being an absolute asshole

Pale, slender fingers moved their way down the canvas, gently touching as if to not harm the work underneath. The fan in the room continued to blow, as the man’s fingers gently unwrapped fishing wire from the frame of the canvas, and slowly pulled the loosened nails from the frame.

“Pass me my hammer?” The man’s voice said, breaking you from your stupor.

Your eyes blinked into focus, as you quickly handed him the hammer to loosen more nails. He gave you a look, before getting back to work.

“Tired?” Jeonghan asked, blowing a piece of blonde hair from his face.

You met Jeonghan in your freshman year of college, four years ago. He was the bright-eyed, beautiful senior art student everyone had a crush over, and gushed about in their free time. To be honest, when you first worked with him, you thought of Jeonghan as overrated. The art project you were assigned with him, however, quickly changed that. As an assignment at the end of the year to show his growth as a student and your potential, you quickly fell for Jeonghan, as many others had.

You remember the scene vividly, as sunlight danced in the room, the elegance of each miniscule brush stroke on the painting, the laugh he let out at a joke you made, as he taught you new ways to use your emotions in art. Ever since then, he took over every part of your brain, every second. Any paint brush you found at any store, you wondered if he would love. You remember at the end of the year, smiling with red cheeks at the invitation to his exposition, and the bright grin you held on your face as he left his classmates to greet you when you showed up.

You even remember the feeling of your heart shattering into miniscule pieces, as you saw his brightest smile, the most beautiful look of love on his face, as he looked at another senior from his class. As much as everyone adored Yoon Jeonghan, he was untouchable. He had fallen in love with a sculptor on his first day, and they had dated ever since. From that day forward, you kept any signs of your crush under lock and key.

When he graduated, you promised yourself to focus on your own work, and not worry about Jeonghan. You had been far too cowardly to approach him, and instead buried yourself in your work, leaving your crush behind. After your senior year, however, you had received an offer from an art conservation facility, and was ready to move forward with your life. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for you.

You remember a pretty receptionist telling you about the office, and workers, and during your first week, listened to all the petty gossip about how the office crush was out on vacation with his family. A few days after, you nearly dropped your coffee in shock, as the office crush, Yoon Jeonghan, approached you. His freshly dyed blonde hair, clean apron, and excited smile had been a far change from the man you remember, but your heart quickly brought every memory back.

When he approached you every day after that for small talk, coffee, or for help on a project, your crush grew. Quite quickly after that, your realization (after two mimosas with a friend) that you were in love with Yoon Jeonghan wasn’t quite unwelcome, but caused many unfortunate struggles.

The amount of times you simply couldn’t help but sit and watch Jeonghan’s work on any painting given led you to be a quick addition to the office “I think I have the hots for Jeonghan club”, much to your chagrin. As much as you loved the water cooler gossip, the conversations about how perfect Jeonghan was did nothing to quell your feelings, and then your stupid boss found out your school history, leading you to now. At this point, you were Jeonghan’s assistant, helping on pretty much every project he had been given. As thankful as you were to be off of paperwork, you weren’t sure your heart could take much more.

You shook your head as you took a breath, collecting yourself. The blue paint on your palette swirled together with your paintbrush as you lightly worked away at the painting.

“Good job,” Jeonghan said, looking over at your work. He had let you work on paint matching something simple he had made up. “You’ll be able to help me with touch ups on the next ones.”

You returned the soft smile he gave you, looking over the painting he worked on, noting how the colors changed as he removed the old varnish, life coming back to the painting, an inch at a time.

“What is this painting?” You asked, and he moved slightly to the left, letting you roll you and your chair over to him to see.

“A man in love.” He said, leaning back for you to see the full work.

The full painting was a portrait of a woman’s face. While the skin and clothes had little focus, the eyes were full of color, and the expression of her face as if she had laid eyes on the most beautiful creature in the world. Pinks and reds decorated the background, as if cupid had colored it himself.

“It’s pretty.” You said softly, as he nodded in agreement. “I am confused, though. Why is it a man in love?” You asked, and he smiled.

“It’s because he painted it. She’s looking at him,” Jeonghan said, setting the painting on another table to rest until he could finish it the next day.

You knew better than to continue any conversation, seeing his blank face. A year previously, the beautiful, elegant sculptor you swore Jeonghan was going to marry disappeared without a trace from his life, only leaving a note of her wanting to start a journey on her own, and as a new woman.

Everyone in the office stayed away from Jeonghan for quite awhile after that, not wanting to push. He had been depressed for the longest of while after that, ignoring the world around him. The bags under his eyes had intensified, and he struggled at work, until your boss had talked to him. After two days of him not being in office, he came back, looking normal, but you knew the truth.

You packed up your brushes, putting the cloth roll holding them back into your desk, and hung your apron back in your locker, as Jeonghan packed his own things, talking and laughing along with another coworker nearby. You pulled out your phone, seeing a few random notifications.

“Anywhere unique tonight?” Your coworker asked, looking at you and Jeonghan.

“Nothing,” Jeonghan said. “I’m not a busy man, fortunately.”

You laughed at the comment, putting on your sweater. “I might stop by somewhere for dinner.” You said, shrugging. “I’m not sure.”

You picked up your purse, offering the group a good night, and got into the elevator, Jeonghan following. His phone made a sound as he stood in front of you, and as much as you tried to not be nosy, the big red ‘ex’ as the name made it hard not to. Getting back together, I guess, you thought, looking away, and avoiding to look anywhere near him until you both got to the parking garage, and waved goodbye as you both left to opposite sides.

—-////—-

You couldn’t even go outside of work without seeing Yoon Jeonghan, it seemed. You had seen him across the street, and barely managed to hide when you noticed a woman greet him, knowing it to be the ex. You weren’t nosy, you swear, as you watched her sit with him at a cafe. Definitely not, you assured yourself, even when seeing him laugh at something he said. After seeing her hand him a letter, and talk to him for a while longer, and then hug each other, tears running, you couldn’t defend yourself. You opted to leave quickly after that, not wanting to interfere. It wasn’t your business, after all.

—-////—-

When you came into work the next day, and greeted Jeonghan, you nearly did a double take at the bags under his eyes, and his hair up in a ponytail. There had only been a few days you had seen him in this state, the day he was dumped being one of them.

“Are you okay?” You asked, and he nodded, working on his retouching.

“Grab your brushes, please, and help,” Jeonghan said. “I’ve got your palette here.”

The hours you spent working with Jeonghan were spent in relative silence, other than the sounds of paintbrushes and paint, and the few times you cleaned off your brush. Against your better judgement, or maybe just morbid curiosity, you decided to finally speak up.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, and he barely responded, if only to make a noise of affirmation.

“I just… I went out for dinner last night, and uh, saw you.” You said, eyes flickering over to his form, as his brush stopped moving. “If you’re too uncomfortable, you don’t have to say anything, I’m sorry I asked,” You stuttered out, positive you were just kicking this man while he was down.

“No, no… I suppose you did know us in school, and are curious,” He said, setting his brush down. “She ran off months ago, and I guess wanted to give me closure.” He continued, letting out a sigh as he leaned back into his chair.

“Sorry,” You blurted. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, you’re fine. We’re friends, right?”

As much as you wanted to believe him, the hurt in his watery eyes told you better, and you both silently returned to your work, letting the elephant in the room go.

—-////—-

The months spent with Jeonghan after that seemed to have rejuvenated the man, as he threw himself into his work. You remember in the fall of that year, ages after the ‘incident’. At the moment, he had gone to lunch with friends, leaving you by yourself at work on a painting he had paused before leaving.

A knock at the doorway perked you up, as a man with soft brown hair, and a kind smile greeted you.

“Hi! I’m Joshua,” He said, waving. “Have you seen Jeonghan?”

“Oh, he went out to lunch with a friend. I can leave a message…?” You asked, putting your brush down.

“It’s okay, I’ll just wait, if that’s fine.” He said, moving to sit on Jeonghan’s stool, watching you.

After ages of silence, you could feel the tension grow in the room. It was clear that Joshua wanted to talk to you, but didn’t want to bother you, so you turned to him, instead.

“How do you know Jeonghan?” You asked, breaking the silence, and the face of relief as Joshua was able to speak to you, without feeling awkward.

“Oh! We met in college. I own a flower store,” He said, grinning. “He’s a great guy.”

“He is.” You said, finishing a paint spot.

Joshua eyed you, and you heard a couple of voices, as Jeonghan came into work, greeting a coworker in another room. You looked up and smiled at him, and Joshua watched, mouth opening in light surprise as it clicked in his head. He did remember you, as all three of you had gone to the same college. He was in the same year as Jeonghan, and while he never hung out with him separately, he had seen you go to him for advice over art, and paint styles. He knew the look in your eyes you held, as he felt the same about a tattoo artist a few doors down from his own business.

“How long have you been in love with Jeonghan?” Joshua asked, and your head shot up to see him sitting across from you, piercing eyes staring you down.

“Wh-what?” You asked, ears burning at the accusation. “I’m not.. I don’t like him.”

“We went to school together. I remember you. Everyone saw it,” he said. “I’m surprised you work with him, but I suppose that’s fate.”

“I don’t…”

“Listen,” Joshua said, cutting you off. “I can see it, it’s very obvious. Can I give you some advice?” He asked.

Against your better judgement, you agreed. Joshua seemed like a kind soul, and to be honest, anything he told you couldn’t hurt you in the future. Either it would make you even more delusional, or it would give you the kick in the head you needed to bring you back to reality.

“I think you should tell him,” Joshua said, honestly. “I’ve seen some people in my life make themselves miserable just because they don’t want to change what they have. You deserve to be happy, and I think he’d love you just as much.” He said, quiet.

You stared at him in shock as you processed his statement, barely able to breathe. If Joshua, his own friend, wanted you to say something, maybe you should. Before you could even respond, he was grabbing his jacket, and heading over to greet Jeonghan at the door, talking about some event later that week his friends were suddenly planning. He turned to wave at you, saluting you, before disappearing into the closing elevator doors.

Maybe you’d get the courage.

—-////—-

Weeks later, you were stuck with Jeonghan, at three AM, at your office. Your boss had been a moron, and had taken in a painting with a giant tear, misjudging the time it would take to complete the assignment. After sealing the last piece, you both let out a sigh of relief, letting the glue set in.

“Finally done.” He said, stretching, and helping you clean up.

You were quiet for a second, before abruptly turning to him, making him jump, and turn to look at you.

“Are you hungry?” You asked.

“I mean, yeah. Want me to get something delivered before we leave?” He asked, blinking.

“Um, no,” you said, nervous. “Uh, no, I wanted to see if you wanted to go with me to eat. Uh, sit down somewhere.” You asked, face getting redder by the second.

“Oh,” Jeonghan said, seeing your face, his own ears turning red. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d be okay with that.” He said.

He helped you clean up, and grabbed your purse, carrying it for you, as the two of you walked to a 24/7 ramen store. You both ordered the same, sitting with each other awkwardly, ears red. To you, it felt like middle school again, of a barely teenaged you sitting at lunch with the crush of the week. Except, you were an adult, and you’ve been in love with Jeonghan for years.

Jeonghan watched you, talking away about how excited he was about future work projects, and when the waitress approached with the two bowls of noodles, and two bottles of soju, he gave you an excited look.

“Soju..?” You asked, unsure of yourself.

“Mhm,” Jeonghan said, pouring both of your glasses, much to your chagrin. “As courageous as it was to ask me out, you’re nervous, and get that same look when someone tries to talk to you instead of me on a project. So, soju.”

He took the shot, and quickly poured another, taking it again before starting at his noodles. Well, might as well, you thought, and quickly downed two to match him, and he laughed at your awkwardness. Thankfully, it didn’t last for long, as an hour later, the bowls of noodles were empty, but the two of you were going back and forth about the most random stuff, cheeks red from the liquor.

He walked you home, and you kissed his cheek, leaving him grinning at the door, as you nearly felt your heart explode after the date. You felt like you were on your first date again, excited for the future, and hoping this would last forever, the two of you against the world. Your grin wouldn’t go away, feeling awkward and lopsided, like you were trying hard not to squeal. When you took your shower, hopping into bed, the squeal finally let itself out when you checked your phone, seeing a text from Jeonghan.

‘Got home safely. Would you like to go out again sometime soon?♥️’

—-////—-

“Mocha latte~” A voice sang in your ear, making you jump from your concentration of your work, and you gave Jeonghan a scowl.

“You’re going to make me mess up,” You whined. “Thank you.” You said, setting it to the side.

He sat down next to you, letting you get back to work as he watched you, slowly pulling your chair over to him. You looked over to him, and he looked away, pretending he was doing nothing, and when you looked back to your work, he continued moving you closer to him.

“Jeonghan…” You said, giving him a look. “We’re supposed to finish this by the end of the week.”

“We have time.” Was all he said, before turning your chair to face him, eyes staring at your lips.

“You look like you’re a lion staring at his next meal.” You teased, and he licked his lips.

“I’d love to eat you right now,” He said, and you turned bright red.

“Jeonghan! Not at work!” You said, and he laughed, giving you a kiss. “Happy six months.” He said, handing you a box.

“We- I thought we weren’t doing anything,” You stressed, and he shook his head. “I… I can’t not get you something.” He said. “I love you.”

You looked up in shock at him, as you had told him a few times before this, but he never reciprocated. While you were a little upset (I mean, who wouldn’t), you talked to Joshua, and he confirmed it normally took him a while to say it, even if he already felt that way.

“I love you too.” You said, eyes watering.

“Please don’t cry, darling,” Jeonghan said, opening the box to show the necklace.

It was a simple gem, with a pretty pink gem, and he quickly spun you around to put it on you, and spun you back, wiping the tears from your eyes. When that didn’t work, he sighed and pulled you into a hug, kissing everywhere on your face until you broke out into giggles.

—-////—-

The hand holding your thigh was heavy as you drank your margarita, arguing with one of Jeonghan’s friends, Mingyu, on a rule.

“Seriously? You can’t do that!” You said, mad at how he was bowling. His girlfriend agreed, and Mingyu glared at the two of you, sitting down with a huff, as Dino pulled out the rulebook, shooting him down instantly.

Jeonghan chuckled in your ear, leaning to kiss your head, squeezing your thigh. The skirt you opted to wear was clearly bugging the hell out of him, but you didn’t mind, as it let you have an excuse to have his fingers on you. You hadn’t spoken to him about it, but when he started wearing rings every so often, he very clearly noticed how it affected you. He sipped on his bourbon and winked at you, grinning. He had been on a work trip in Paris for the past two weeks, and had returned the day before, and the two of you opted to meet up when hanging with his friends, and then go over to his house later.

You figured it would just be watching a movie, and cuddling, but the ghost of his lips on your ear told you otherwise. The second Mingyu finished the last set, and the game ended, Jeonghan was out of his seat, saying goodbye to his friends, and practically yanking you to his car. The ride back, you felt heat growing in your stomach, as his hand remained on your thigh, and he drove quickly to his house. His thumb caressed your thigh, and you looked over at him.

“Miss me?” You teased, and his ears reddened, the grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“Shush.” He said, hand moving closer to your inner thigh, his thumb dangerously close to your underwear.

He kneaded at the skin of your thigh, and you felt your face grow hot, along with the heat in your stomach.

“Jeonghan.” You said, in a barely audible whisper, and let out a whine as he gave in to touch you through your underwear.

His fingers felt like they were teasing you, lightly touching, but never committing. “Stop teasing.” You said, and he laughed at you, before moving your underwear to the side, and inserting two of his fingers.

You let out a moan at the feeling, intensified by the stupid rings you had got him after he got you the necklace. The heat from his fingers was directly opposed by the cold metal, and it did nothing but turn you on more.

“And to think I almost took them off.” Jeonghan teased, spurred on by the sounds you were making.

You grabbed his arm as his finger curled at your sweet spot, and he gave a shit eating grin, looking straight ahead at the road, looking completely unbothered, as you say a quivering mess in the passenger seat. The heat grew in your belly as you squeezed your thighs together, and his eyes flicked to you, smirking.

“I.. please, Jeonghan,” You whined, grip tightening on his arm, your other hand holding onto the door handle.

“Come for me.” Jeonghan said, and when you felt him on your spot again, you came with a loud cry, head smacking against the headrest. He pulled his hand away, and he licked his fingers, giving a hum, as you composed yourself.

You fixed yourself to be more presentable as you got to his apartment, and he parked, walking over to open your door, looking like the cat killed the canary.

“You can’t look like that after fingering me, Jeonghan.” You hissed, shoving his side.

“I missed you too.” Jeonghan said, pushing your arms back to pull you into a tight hug. “I want movies and cuddles, and you can’t get away.”

“Whatever you’d like.” You said, and he shut the door, grabbing your hand to hold, swinging it with the two of you.

—-////—-

“Thank you, Joshua!” You called to the florist as you left, carrying a bouquet of roses.

“Have fuuuuuun!” Joshua teased, looking amused at the pep in your step.

Jeonghan had called you right after work, offering you a date. It had been to make up for having to pick his drunk ass up from Woozi’s the week before without warning. You headed to the restaurant he had offered, texting him that you were walking there, honestly wanting to go to his place instead that night.

As you turned the corner, you grinned brightly, seeing Jeonghan, only to slow to a stop once you saw him talking to someone. It was his fucking ex, and he was fucking laughing at something she was saying. You took a breath to continue over and tell her to back up, but at the sight of her kissing him, you felt yourself wither. You dropped the flowers, the shaky breath you let out the only sound around you as your heart pounded in your ears.

You saw Jeonghan finally see you, and call for you, but you could only slowly back up, turning to walk away swiftly from the situation. After turning a few blocks, you jumped into a taxi, requesting it take you home immediately, a look of pity on his face as tears fell from your eyes.

—-////—-

Your phone buzzed like crazy as you ignored it in favor of calling your friends, who showed up 10 minutes later, a bottle of wine in hand, giving you a big hug. You opted to chug from the bottle straight as one took your phone to read the texts with pursed lips, annoyed.

“Can he take a fucking hint?” She asked, as the other nodded in agreement.

Before you could respond, you heard a knock. One of your friends got up to check, and gave you a look. You sighed and got up, shooing your friends away, going over to open the door, and stepping outside with him. Jeonghan looked like a mess, with red eyes, and his clothes looked like a mess.

“Can I help you?” You asked, voice hoarse.

“I want to tell you exactly how everything went, so you get the full story, okay?” He said, nervous. You gave him a nod, and he continued. “When I got off of work, I headed to our reservation. She was outside, waiting for someone. I tried to avoid her, but she kissed me. I went after you, but you left so fast.”

“Yes,” You said. “Because I saw the two of you kissing. I wasn’t going to stay.”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t either,” He said, voice almost a whisper. “I didn’t kiss her back, I promise. She jumped onto me. I’d never do that to you.”

“I… I think she planned to see me,” He said, taking a shaky breath. “I started posting you with Woozi and Josh a ton recently, and Woozi mentioned her name was among people that had seen my post.”

“You should have told me.” You said, wiping your eyes. “The moment you noticed her, you should’ve told me. She knew what she was doing, and knew I’d see. I don’t blame you, baby,” you said, as he took a big sniffle, eyes watery. “I blame her. She’s the moron that left you, and I get you all to myself now.” You said, and he gave a watery laugh.

He hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “If you want to know, I blocked her on everything, and so did the guys. And I threatened to take her to court over harassment if she won’t leave us, so hopefully it’s done and dealt with. But I’m very sorry. I should’ve called you, texted you, anything. I love you, seriously.”

You heard a noise of someone clearing their throat, and your friends gave a light wave to Jeonghan, who turned red, jumping back from you.

“Sorry,” Your friend laughed. “We are gonna head out, okay?”

You gave a nod to them, as they said goodbye to you and Jeonghan, and warned him to take good care of you. You let him inside, and he called up somewhere to get you food, while you hung out on the couch, cuddled up in a blanket, scrolling through your phone.

“So, you tell her to back off?” You teased, and he rolled his eyes.

“Please, I’m emotionally devastated from today. Give me a break.” He whined, and you laughed at him, giving him a kiss on his neck, as he squirmed.

“OH!” He shot up at the doorbell, shoving you away to grab the food.

“How dare you.” You said, grabbing your order from him.

He grinned from his tteokbokki at you, sticking his tongue out. After shoveling your face for a good 20 minutes, you lay down on the couch, face first, and let out a sigh. Jeonghan sat next to you, and sighed.

“What a shame. If only I had a girlfriend to cuddle.” He said, and sighed again, louder.

“Ah,” He jumped up, running over to his bag, and returning back to the couch. “This is for you.”

You curled into his side and took the gift, giving him a look as you opened the box. As you opened it, Jeonghan clearly looked nervous, avoiding looking at your face, as you opened the black box that was inside of the gift, and nearly dropped it in shock. A shining, glittery ring stared up at you, and you stared up at Jeonghan, who gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“I was going to ask you today at dinner,” He said. “But, then everything happened. I don’t want to wait.” He said, getting up to kneel at you in front of the couch. “I truly do love you, I promise. I can’t let you go.”

You nearly launched yourself off the couch to hug him, taking him down with you, and pulling the ring from the box to put it on.

“You absolute moron, of course I’d marry you,” You blubbered, as he kissed your face. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I don’t know why you’d think I’d say no.”

“I could tell a long time ago, but I didn’t expect you to ask me out.” He said. “Almost messed up my painting, and Joshua teased me for weeks. But I love you too.” He said.

“Quick, let’s take a picture. Rub it in Joshua’s face.” You said, sending a picture of the two of you with your ring, getting happy messages from the group in response.

After a few pictures, Jeonghan stole your phone to throw it on the couch, and stared up at you with a playful smirk.

“What was that for?” You whined, and his eyes darkened, the lopsided grin on his face giving you butterflies.

“As much as I’d like to show off, I really want to fuck my fiance.” Jeonghan said, sitting up, and letting you wrap your legs around your waist.

He let out a groan as he lifted the two of you up, muttering about how that was definitely the last time he’d ever do that, and carrying the two of you to your room. He dropped the both of you onto the bed with a grunt, and kissed you. You felt like your brain was floating, the only thing you could process being his lips over your skin. He kissed down your neck and you pulled his ponytail out, letting the blonde strands cover his face.

You nearly cried as he kissed you all over, feeling your heart swell. The love in each kiss given made you feel like an absolute queen, and the slow hands removing each article of clothing felt like feathers over your skin. Jeonghan sucked at your neck, creating bright red and purple marks, grinding his hips into yours. His hands glided across your stomach and to your back as he undid your bra, throwing it onto a chair across your room. He threw the rest of both of your clothes onto the same chair, and adjusted your hips, before diving down.

The moment his mouth met your mound, it was over. His hands held you down as he licked and sucked at you, moaning at the noises you made. The friction of the sheets against his hips felt like he couldn’t get any relief, and he reached down to rub at your clit, sighing at the shudder you let out, moans getting louder and louder with each flick of his tongue.

The heat in your stomach was close to snapping, and within seconds, Jeonghan had pulled away. He licked his finger with a moan, watching your face, as you whined about the loss of his mouth, his fingers, anything - begging him to let you come.

“Only with me.” He said, before lining up to push into you, letting out a moan.

He let out a shudder as he slotted himself completely, your insides feeling like butter against him, as he slowly rocked into your hips. He grabbed your hand to intertwine your fingers, the gems of your ring glittering in the moonlight. He could’ve come right then and there at the look on your face, instead burying his face into your neck.

You let out whines as he moved in you, the slow build of your orgasm coming back in full force.

“Baby,” You whined at Jeonghan, tugging at the blonde strands of his hair. “I want to come, please, Jeonghan. Can I, please?” You begged.

Jeonghan moaned, shifting to hit you deep, and all you could process was him giving the a-okay, before you felt your orgasm hit you like a thousand waves, his following right after. He didn’t let go of your hand until he got up to clean the both of you up, immediately returning to hold you as close as possible.

“I love you,” He whispered in the lightest tone, barely audible, and kissed your hair.

—-////—-

Your fingers glided over the canvas, nailing the canvas onto the new stretcher, and placing the keys into the sides. You wrapped fishing wire to hold them in place, and made sure the frame was clean, and put it inside, using a dry brush to wipe down the piece, and put your card into the frame for the buyer.

“Y’know, I see why you like my hands now.” He said, and you froze, ears turning red.

“Shush.” You said, and he grinned at you.

You flicked a piece of wood at him and he grinned, dodging it, only for his smile to drop, seeing the buyer of the piece at the front office, and the secretary giving a sorry wince to the two of you. You grabbed the piece and headed up front, a tight smile on your face as you handed the piece over for Jeonghan’s ex to look at, and she nodded slowly.

“Thank you.” She said, turning to Jeonghan. “What other pieces do you work on? And can we set up a system for you to receive and give any pieces we work on?” She said, and you nearly scoffed at the flirty look.

“You can email our boss to see if we have an open spot, but we do not do home calls.” You said, tight lipped.

She frowned as she finished signing her receipt, and you gave a bright smile as you finished up, holding out your hand for her to shake, but she did so, only to freeze part way through, seeing the ring on your finger. You squeezed her hand and she winced, and you let go.

“Have a great day!” You cheerfully said, waving as she left, clearly upset.

You turned to see Jeonghan giving you a look, raising a brow. You shrugged at him with a bright smile and he laughed, grabbing your hand, and swinging it as he led you back to his office.

“What?” You asked, playing stupid, as he kissed you, the air nearly leaving your lungs at the harsh kiss.

“Gotta be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He said, grinning at you, and brushing a thumb against your lips. “But seriously, can we just get married tomorrow? I’ve gotta be your husband. If that’s how you act as my fiance, I’ve- wait, where are you going? Don’t leave me! I didn’t know you were possessive! We’ve gotta talk about this!”

#jeonghan imagines #jeonghan smut #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #jeonghan x reader #☀️ writes

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Professor Donna Beneviento x Y/N

18+ Minors DNI

So, I’ve seen a lot of fics where Alcina is a professor, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one focused on Donna as a professor so this is what I got. Y/N is a consenting ADULT. I made Donna a MILF because I’m obsessed with this idea. Let’s get into it!

Donna Beneviento taught visual art and art history at the local college.

She had developed great success and acclaim as a painter, but once she’d had her daughter, Angie, it was difficult to support them both on an artist’s salary. She needed stability and the glamor of gallery showings had quickly grown lackluster.

Donna was content, but she’d recently realized that it felt like something was missing from her life. She shouldn’t be so greedy, she told herself. She had a roof over her head, a precious toddler, and the love and support of her mother, brothers, and sister. What more should one person be entitled to?

Donna had been telling herself these unsatisfying mantras for weeks, but on the first day of classes, she finally found what she had been longing for (Although she wouldn’t know this until later).

Y/N, a senior, had wandered into her classroom about ten minutes before class was set to begin.

Donna was working quietly at her desk when she noticed them walk in.

Y/N offered her a friendly smile and waved. “Hi! Is this Intro To Visual Arts?” They asked in a relaxed voice.

Donna felt her face grow red as she looked at the attractive person in front of her. “U-um, yes! I’ll be your professor, Donna Beneviento.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as they looked at the beautiful woman. This was their professor?? Hell, if they’d have known that, they would have taken a lot more of their electives with her. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Professor Beneviento. I’m Y/N.” They said and held out their hand.

Donna couldn’t help the squeak that left her mouth at Y/N’s gesture. She cleared her throat and shook their hand gently.

Y/N grinned as they shook Donna’s dainty and soft little hand. “Is it cool if I grab a seat?” They asked.

Donna was brought out of her assessment of Y/N’s cute face by their question. “Oh, of course! Sit anywhere you’d like, Y/N.” She said.

“Great! I’ll snag one up here by you.” Y/N winked.

Donna felt like she was going to pass out so she quickly sat back at her desk and took a sip of tea.

“So, do you have a favorite artist?” Y/N asked as they sat at their desk and rummaged through their backpack for a pencil and some paper.

Donna was calmed slightly by the change in subject. “I have a few. Impressionism is my favorite style so I love Monet and Renoir.” She answered. “How about you?”

Y/N shrugged playfully. “Well, I guess that’s why I’m taking this class. I don’t know much about art.” They said with a smile.

Donna giggled at Y/N’s easy-going nature. “Then I’m glad you’re here.” She smiled warmly.

More students filed in shortly, but Y/N had Donna’s full attention.

As the semester went by, Donna and Y/N became very fond of one another.

The two would often chat while the rest of the class was working. Y/N may have asked for some unneeded assistance just for the excuse of talking with Donna a few times.

One day after class, Donna asked Y/N if they would like to come by her office to see a new painting she was working on.

Y/N eagerly nodded, touched that Donna wanted to show them.

“It’s not finished yet, but… Here it is.” Donna said as she led Y/N into her office.

Y/N was in shock. It was a painting of… Them? Why would Donna paint them? Could this mean that Donna thought about Y/N just as much as they thought about her? There must be some other explanation, they reasoned.

“I just… You inspire me, Y/N.” Donna said quietly.

Y/N said nothing but moved forward and gently cupped Donna’s face in their hands. “I can’t get you off of my mind. You’re in my thoughts, my dreams… You’re so special.” They said and leaned in to press a kiss on her lips.

Donna’s eyes widened in surprise. This is what she had been hoping for, but… Y/N’s lips against hers felt even better than she ever imagined. She eagerly wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck and entangled her hands in Y/N’s hair.

Y/N and Donna eventually parted, but Donna kept her arms around Y/N’s neck.

“Wow. That was better than all of my fantasies.” Y/N blurted out in astonishment.

Donna giggled at Y/N’s awestruck face and rubbed her thumb on their cheek. “You’re adorable, cara mia.” She told them.

Y/N blushed at the nickname which only made Donna laugh harder.

“Not to be too forward, but would you like to go to dinner sometime?” Y/N asked, hoping Donna would agree.

“I’d love to, Y/N. Name the time and place. I’ll be there.” She answered and laid her head on Y/N’s chest.

“Um… Does this mean I passed my midterm?” Y/N joked.

Donna playfully swatted Y/N’s shoulder. “I think that remains to be seen.” She said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Y/N wondered why they hadn’t taken this class sooner.

Note: I loved writing this one! Hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes

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ghostofthedarkhold · 7 months

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symbiotic daydream

pairing: venom!kate bishop x fem!reader

she/her pronouns are used, and mentions of the reader wearing a dress.

word count: 3.4k (3428)

warnings: dark kate, venom forcing kate to think dark thoughts, obsession, stalking, kinda dub-con kissing but not really, no actual smut, groping, suggestive content/language.

a/n: I was going to include smut but this fic really got away from me so if yous like it then I’ll probably do a pt.2 at some point with smut :)

so yeah, surprise, i am doing kinktober this year. however i done absolutely horrible at completing my masterlist last year so this time around im just going to post monster fucking fics as i please with no official masterlist. enjoy!

Symbiotes in the modern world are few and far between, but it’s no secret that some people have the parasitic creatures leeching on their brain, a passenger in their mind. Most people avoid the people that are bonded to the inky creatures that cause cities to run red with blood and pleasure, others hunt them out after an initial encounter with them, obsessed with the ecstasy they had only been given a crumb of. Rumours of the symbiotes' destruction are nothing new to Kate, something her mother had warned her of for her whole life, their wants corrupting the minds of those they inhibit, but she’d never come across one herself, and while part of her was always curious to see them other than on the news, she was mostly thankful for it. That was, until one latched onto her.

Venom made himself known almost immediately after latching onto the young college student, plaguing her mind with thoughts of sadism, of having girls under her, begging her for mercy that she would never grant. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Venom began trying to persuade her with other things. Pleasure. Overwhelming amounts of pleasure brought upon her victims, making them beg and scream for her. These thoughts were much more difficult for the young archer to shake off. A young, hormonal, and, quite frankly, already insatiable Kate Bishop with never-ending thoughts of sex? She was done for long before she ever accepted, or even realised, it. But she was capable of holding back. Until she saw you.

She first saw you walking out of the movie theatre with some friends. You were tugging down your dress that had ridden up your thighs from sitting in the theatre chair for the past few hours, and Venom was practically screaming at her, trying to force her limbs forward, to stride over to you and pull your dress up your hips instead of allowing you to move it further down. She was able to stop herself, just barely. But without even knowing it, from that moment forward, you had Kate Bishop in your trap.

She was sly, following behind wherever you went without you even knowing it. Stalking behind you in the street, swinging from rooftop to rooftop with the help of Venom’s neverending slick webs of ink, watching you from across the street while you danced and drank in bars, went from store to store on your weekly shopping trip, snuggled in comfortably for the night in the assumed safety of your own bed. You had completely, wholly taken over Kate’s life without ever having met her. Every time she sat down to study she couldn’t do anything but scribble down your name and draw sketches of you from memory in her, admittedly amature and flawed, art style, every time she drew her bow she couldn’t help but picture her arrow sinking into the flesh and piercing the heart of whoever she saw you with last, a crush, a friend, even a stranger you may had just been giving directions to, they were all the same to Kate, undeserving of even being in the same vicinity as you. When she finally cracked and leaned into her new role as your very own, personal stalker and did some idle snooping online, finding out that you were enrolled at the same college as her, everything became much, much worse. Finding out which classes you took, Kate mangled and stretched her schedule out as much as she was able to until she finally managed to land herself a spot in three out of five of your classes, which was honestly more than the brunette had hoped for when she sent out her email, requesting, practically begging for, her new classes.

Kate sat a few rows directly behind you in the partially empty lecture halls, at first content to watch the back of your head and the way you furiously scribbled down notes in attempt to keet up with your various professors ramblings, but eventually that no longer satisfied her need to be near you, she needed to know you. So, with her heart thudding out of chest like that time she tried to ask her crush in middle school to the winter dance, and Venom’s crazed and incessant cheering clattering around in her brain, instead of taking her usual seat, she stopped a few rows ahead than she normally would in Professor Maximoff’s class and slid in the seat beside you, nearly sending your normal seat partner tumbling to the floor. But when your eyes found hers and you gave her that sweet smile she had watched you give others, for months pleading with the universe for it to be directed at her, followed by a shy greeting, Kate no longer worried about the boy she had practically rugby-tackled to the ground. Honestly, the entire world could have imploded at that very second, and as long as you were in a protective bubble and gave her that same smile again, Kate would die happier than she ever had been, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold Venom back any longer.

She let him take the lead in her obsession, looking into every part of your life that the internet had to offer. She found where you grew up, details of your family, your favourite books and movies, anything she could squeeze out. Kate was sure that the universe wanted you to be hers when she got the notification that you had accepted her request to your private instagram, the one away from the prying eyes of your parents. Abandoning any shred of reason or dignity she had left, Kate got about an hour of sleep that night due to her endless scrolling of your instagram and any photos you were tagged in, Venom getting particularly rowdy when she came by a picture of you in a bikini on one of your friends accounts.

Kate’s plan to have you was set in motion the very next day, innocently asking you questions about yourself, ignoring the lecture and Professor Romanoff’s harsh warning glares. She learned a lot more about you than the internet ever could have given her, and you in turn learned some facts about Kate. You talked about your famile lives, Kate telling you that she was an only child who was raised by her mother, about hobbies, music, anything and everything Kate could absorb about you, and she cursed how the time flew by when Professor Romanoff informed the class that the lecture was over. Kate begrudgingly packed up her things, trying to take in as much of you as possible, as if she wouldn’t see you the very next morning. She slowly stood up when she noticed you had finished cramming your things into your backpack, and stood up to leave, but her footsteps came to an abrupt stop when you spat out a hurried invite to go to a bar with you and your friends that night. Kate spun around slowly, sure that she couldn’t have possibly heard you right, and she watched for a moment as you chewed on your lower lip, fighting over if you had made the right decision. But before you could retract the invitation in a hurried apology about how you hardly knew each other, ignoring the fact that you were ceratin you had told Kate every note-worthy thing about yourself in the last hour, Kate agreed. Her hands were shoved into her jacket pockets to prevent her from pumping her first in victory as you quickly scribbled down the address and time on a discarded piece of paper from a random students desk. Kate quickly made a grab for it as soon as your pencil had left the page, looking at it as if it were the Holy Grail, and to Kate, it was. She promised you that she would be there, the brunette already imagining seeing you that night, away from the stuffiness of the lecure halls, before sending you one last longing look and leaving you standing alone by your desk, watching her leave.

What Kate was unaware of was that you had your eye on her for weeks. Not nearly to the degree that Kate wanted you, but the second that you heard Professor Maximoff call out her name, you were looking her up on the schools website on your phone under the desk, intrigued by the new face showing up halfway through the semester. Your eyes nearly buldged out of their sockets when one of the first things you saw, aside from her grinning student ID picture, was Kate with a bow in her hands, looking as it was the most natural thing for the weapon to be there, with muscles straining against her long, fitted sleeves as she drew back her arrow, the headline under it detailing that she had brought another archery trophy home to the college. After that, your deep dive down the rabbit hole that was Kate Bishop was long and thorough, scouring through every mention in the schools website and news article - after ashemedly staring at her arms and hands on every picture for a good five minutes before eventually managing to tear yourself away. After weeks of pining after the star athlete, clinging to her every word when she answered a question or commented on the syllabus, or really anything she said, you could hardly believe your luck when she sat down next to you, your tunnel vision focused on the object of your latest fantasies not allowing you to feel worry for the boy that she elbowed away.

Kate was ecstatic that night as she pushed her way through the door of the bar, nervously tugging on the tie hung loosely around her neck. Venom had been berating her all night over her nerves, Kate rolling her eyes like a petulant child every time. He was right, of course. The deck was completely stacked in Kate’s favour, knowing every detail about you to make you putty in her hands, Still, she couldn’t help the anxiety nagging away at the back of her mind, as if she was about to go on a first date, worrying about impressions and the way she was dressed.

Kate could swear that all of the oxygen was sucked out of the room the second she saw you. You were dressed to the nine’s, especially for the dingy bar that you so regularly frequented, and there was a small bloom of hope within Kate that you had dressed up just for her. You certainly had never put so much effort in any other night you went out, and as far as Kate could see, she was the only change to your night.

Newfound confidence overtook Kate as she strode over to where you and your friends were clustered at the bar, unable to fight off her smirk as you immediately pulled your arm away from where it was slung around one of your friends shoulders, pulling the taller woman into a tight hug.

“You came!” You cheered, overjoyed at Kate’s arrival before pulling away from her, much to Kate’s disappointment, with a blush staining your cheeks, embarrassed at your sudden outburst of affection towards the girl you had only first talked to that afternoon, and Venom was quick to fill Kate’s thoughts of all the other things she could do to bring that redness to your face in other ways.

“Told you I would,” she smiled down at you instead.

It’s a miracle that Kate heard you ask her if she wanted a drink over the 80’s rock music playing from a corner somewhere, the conversations of different patrons that had all blended into one another, and the depraved thoughts clouding her mind. She stuttered out her usual drink order and you skipped off to find a bartender to make it for her, leaving Kate alone with your friends. She knew who they all were, of course, having fantised about watching the light leave most of their eyes after getting too close to you for Kate’s liking. Some looked at her with curiosity, while others with disdain, and Kate wondered why exactly it was that you invited her there.

“We could kill them all before anyone in here could even blink.”

Internally hissing at Venom to shut up, Kate turned her attention back to you. She spun around, completely ignoring the question one of your friends had finally voiced to her. She watched as you leaned over the bar, giggling at something the server had said to you, completely oblivious to the way the angle allowed Kate’s stare to hungrily devour the inches of cleavage that there exposed, angling herself to see down your dress as far as she could. Venom was screaming at her, screeching that now was the time to make their move. And for once, she listened to him.

You weren’t even aware of Kate’s determined gaze set on you, or the heavy foot falls of her boots against the wooden floor, until her hand wrapped around your bicep in a vice grip, dragging you away from whatever conversation that apparently was so hilarious the bartender was clutching his side. Kate promised Venom that they would see his blood before the night was over.

You made a sound of protest as you looked up to see that it was Kate who was dragging you across the bar, making a beeline for the exit. “Wh- Kate, what are you doing?” You questioned, tugging on your arm to try and free it from her bruising grip.

“I need to talk to you,” Kate all but growled out, dragging you through the door to the bar and into the cold New York night air, your short romper doing nothing to protect you from the bitter frost of the oncoming winter.

It was difficult enough having to watch you drape yourself over your friends from afar, watching through windows or scrolling through social media, sure that at least three of them wanted you, or at the very least wanted to fuck you, but watching it mere feet away from her was harder than Kate had predicted, Venom bringing out her baser instincts until all she wanted to do was press you against the nearest surface and claim you as hers and the symbiote’s marking you in front of everyone, anyone who had ever just layed eyes on you. She needed all of New York to know who you belonged to. But, despite Venom egging her on, even trying to take front seat and force her body into the movements, Kate couldn’t bring herself to do it. So, she settled for the next best thing, dragging you into the alley that was cracked between the bar and the next building.

Your questions didn’t cease until your back collided with the hard stone wall of the alley, Kate’s hard body caging you in, and she wasted no time crashing her mouth to yours.

It took a second for you to react, for your mind to process the sudden changes, but as soon as you did you were pressing yourself against Kate as much as you were able to, your hands coming up to her hair and tangling in her raven locks.

The kiss was a fight for dominance that Kate quickly won, slamming your arched back against the wall again, using your surprised and slightly pained yelp to allow her tongue to invade your mouth. You let her taste you, let her consume all of you, and it was the first time within your presence that Kate let her dams break and venom to slip through. She felt the slickness of his ‘flesh’ run down her arm, coating it, looking as if she had dipped it in a vat of tar. Kate’s hair moulded itself in your hands, although you were too preoccupied to notice, the already black locks flowing freely around her. It was only when you both pulled apart, the need for air separating you, that your eyes met hers and you saw that Kate’s were taken over by white.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Kate whispered to you, drawing circles where her hand had landed on you hip in an attempt to soothe you, feeling that Venom was breaking free and that you could clearly see that, but her voice was warped. The words were all Kate, Venom’s eagerly encouraging her to continue with the previous activities, but the voice that said them was broken and deeper, and it wasn’t the one you had swooned over a mere ten minutes ago.

“Kate, let go of me,” your voice was smaller, the cheerfulness replaced by fear. You had no idea what was wrong with Kate, but you had no intention of sticking around to find out.

“No,” the voice was harsher now, more deformed, as Kate and Venom both fought for the chance to speak, Kate’s biceps straining as she pushed you up against the wall more firmly, holding your hips in an unbreakable clamp. Any softness that was there before was gone in an instant. You watched as Kate allowed Venom to take the reigns and she ground up against you.

Closing in on you, her body caging you in and leaving nowhere for you to run, Kate moved one of her hands from your hip, up your body, until she got to the neckline of your romper, yanking it down and revealing the lace of your bra.

Kate pawed at your breasts over your bra, and even with her pupils and iris’ gone you could feel her eyes drinking you in.

“So fucking pretty,” you didn’t like the relief that coursed through you when it was purely Kate’s voice that reached your ears. Despite your desperation to run out of the alley and never see her again, her own voice much less terrifying that the distorted sound of Kate and Venom melding together

“All those people looking at you. Shit, baby, wanted to watch my arrows crack into their skull,” Kate’s tone was soft and tender, as if the words were meant to comfort and woo you, but they sent a shock of fear down your spine, the thought of Kate killing someone over you paralysing your every muscle, and Kate accentuated her point with roughly pulling your bra down, freeing your breasts, and you winced at the wire of your bra digging into the soft skin of your sides. “So, so pretty,” Kate repeated, her gaze devouring you whole. “And all mine.”

“Ours,” Venom immediately hissed in her ear, his screeching grating against her brain. “You would have never had her like this if it wasn’t for me.”

Kate just rolled her eyes, ignoring the symbiote, which most definitely didn’t rub him the right way, and you were sure the next words, in a different voice than the last two, came from someone other than Kate entirely.

“I could kill the archer and have you to all to myself.”

That voice was quickly crammed far in the back of Kate’s head, and any movement from her stopped entirely, her hands simply resting on your tits, her entire weight focused on smushing you against the wall behind you as a look of anger twisted its way onto Kate’s face. She was having a war inside her head that you were not privy to.

Minutes passed, and you began to wonder if Kate was going to keep you like this all night, pressed against the wall of an alleyway, breasts on display for any passerby who took a few steps into the shadows, with Kate towering silently above you.

You finally found it in yourself to try and wriggle out of Kate’s grasp, and this is what seemed to wake her from her stupor, her focus snapping back to you.

“Don’t listen to him, baby,” you fought back a cry of relief when Kate’s voice replaced the monstrous one that seemed to have dragged her into her subconscious. You weren’t exactly sure who he was, but you decided that you would much rather have Kate at the forefront than him. “He won’t take me away from you, not ever. No one’s gonna ever separate us again.”

Kate wasn’t sure when it was that she decided to keep you by her side from now on. As soon as she walked into the bar? When she saw you laughing with the bartender? When she felt your lips against hers for the first time? She really didn’t know, but she had decided, and, unbeknownst to you, a future without Kate by your side no longer existed.

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spacequokka · 2 years

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RM1526: Calculus II

Pairing: professor!Changkyun x student!Reader Genre: College AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: “I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” Word Count: 2.6k 🤬 drabble my ass Warnings: teacher/student relations, topless Kyun deserves a mention, marking, dirty talk, reader would do shots off his tats and it shows, choking, quick rough vaginal sex on a desk, one use of degradation, editing this at 3am with a mix of coffee and melatonin gummies in my system, mistakes were made

Inspired by this gif. Part one of my four entries for the Monsta X professor au series with @iibonniee who made the banner! If you love this, please shower her with love for me. This series is all her idea. I recommend That’s the Way Love Goes and Promise for reading.

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At this point, it was an obsession. It started as mild curiosity at first. Who wouldn’t want to know more about the pretty tattoo playing peek-a-boo on the sexy calculus teacher? It wasn’t as if you cared about the numbers and symbols on his whiteboard. But the way his forearm flexed as he flipped the marker between his fingers, slowly shifting his sleeve back to show the intricate ink was becoming its own religion. You only wanted to see it up close, maybe even ask who did it so you could go pay your respects.

But no.

“Hm, that’s too easy for you, Ms. ____.” Professor Im smiled and shook his head. “Come back to me when you get an A in my class.”

You were barely passing his class. Well, you were nothing if not determined when it came to stupid shit. You found a tutor and made it your life’s mission to master math Greek gibberish. By the end of the semester, you managed to get a fucking 92. It was time to collect your reward.

You had your grades printed off, hand slightly shaking as you stayed in your seat and waited for class to empty for the day. Did you need your phone? You should probably take a picture to show the artist if he tells you who did it. Ugh, but why wouldn’t they remember him or their work? Okay, maybe you wanted a souvenir for your hard work.

“You planning on sleeping here tonight?”

Your attention snapped to the professor where he stood behind his desk with his hands in his pockets. Today was his black turtleneck sweater day. You swallowed hard and got to your feet. “No!” You held up the paper as if he could see it from where he stood. You hopped down the stairs and came to a stop in front of his desk. “You said you’d show me your tattoo if I brought my grade up. I have an A now.”

His bored expression barely changed as he cocked an eyebrow at you. Oh, fuck. Did he forget? You didn’t think you needed to remind him along the way. Shit—

“I know what your grade is. Who else grades your work?” The tiniest smirk graced his lips before he took his hands out of his pockets. “Ah, now which one was it…” He looked between his arms then held one up. “I think it was this one.”

You sucked in air. “Wait, you have more than—”

He ignored you as he pushed back the fabric and revealed the holy grail. The flower was gorgeous, an intricate weave of lines that healed to perfection. You were drawn to it like a moth to his flame. He watched you come around his desk and even let you pull his arm closer for inspection. “You like ink that much, huh?”

“Sir, I happen to appreciate all forms of art,” you murmured as you traced the petals lightly with a fingertip. He shivered, but you ignored it, moving your focus to the shading of the stem and leaves. To his credit, he didn’t pull away.

He cleared his throat. “I got that impression over the past few months. You tend to stare whenever I roll my sleeves up.”

You felt your face flush as you froze and dropped his arm as if he’d burned you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmm.” He nodded. “Of course. Come on, time to go.” He gently pushed your shoulders, turning you towards the door.

“Oh, wait! Can I get a picture? I killed myself for this.” You reached for your phone. “I wanna get one done soon.”

“A picture?” He scoffed. “It’s not even the best tattoo I have.”

“It’s not?” You whirled around to face him. He was close, and it forced you to look up past his chin. “Can I see? Please? Please, lemme see it.”

His lips twitched as he looked away. “I dunno, Ms. _____. I’d have to take my sweater off.”

“I’m fine with that. I want to see it.” You reached for the hem of his sweater, but he caught your eager hands.

“I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” The click of the lock echoed in the large room. “You can’t tell anyone I showed you either.”

Excitement buzzed in your veins like alcohol. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.” You followed him back to his desk, where he gestured for you to stand in front of his chair. You obeyed his instruction. His large hands seized you by your waist and pressed you against the edge of the desk.

“You might want to be up here to see it properly,” he murmured. Well, he had a point. You pushed yourself up onto his desk without a second thought. He rewarded you with one of those rare true smiles. “Perfect.” He sat down in his chair.

“Does anyone else know about your tattoos?” You asked without taking your eyes off him. He shook his head as he pulled the slinky sweater up and off his body. Your brain instantly turned to mush upon seeing the various designs of ink on his chest and shoulders. His artist must have descended from Da Vinci himself. You made this weird squeaky noise that sounded like a mouse on helium breathing its last.

Professor Im ran a hand over his pecs, then stretched. “Okay,” he stood up and got mind-numbingly close, “be gentle with it. I get ticklish.”

You scoffed as he turned around. Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide and sparkly. You’d imagined all sorts of different designs on him. Something like this? Unthinkable, yet it suited him. Again, your hands moved on their own as you committed each detail of the three flowers to memory. “This is amazing,” you whispered.

“So is your touch,” he grunted. “Are you always this delicate with things you handle?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you bit your lip. “Would you like it if I poked harder?” You didn’t mean for it to sound that way, but once the words were out, you shrugged it off. A man with gorgeous skin and god-tier tattoos will do that to you.

What you didn’t see coming was his reaction. He stiffened for a second, as if even he couldn’t believe you’d be that bold. But then he backed up, all but shoving his back into your face. He gingerly brought his hands to your knees as if to steady himself as he perched his ass against the desk between your thighs. Did he think you wouldn’t lick his fucking tattoo right here? You honestly couldn’t tell if he was aware he was slowly driving you insane.

Two can play that game.

Keeping an eye on the side of his face, you splayed your hands out on his back and gently pressed your fingertips into his skin. His mouth opened a little. With a deep breath for confidence, you pressed your lips to one of the flowers wound around the blade going down his spine. The man jerked like you’d shocked him, but again he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed your knees with a warning as he released a slow exhale. He might have mumbled something like “Don’t get fired, Kyun.”

You liked the idea of him fighting against doing whatever was going on in his head. You also liked playing with fire. “I’m surprised there are no scratches on your back.”

“Why would I—” He stopped when he caught on. “Ah. Well, it’s hard to scratch someone when you’re pinned down.”

The thought of being pinned underneath him, taking each stroke with his impossibly deep voice in your ear, was a heady one. You whimpered at the thought as your knees trembled with want. “Shit.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder. “You okay?” His concern was genuine, but it wasn’t like you could focus when he was massaging your legs. His hands were calloused and swallowed your calf muscles. You couldn’t help the way your mind immediately wondered what else on him was big.

“Yep.” You swallowed hard, trying and failing to push the horny thoughts away. “C-can I see the ones on your chest before I go?”

He made a noise somewhere between a hum and a moan before turning around without bothering to put distance between you. He arched his eyebrow, silently asking if it bothered you, but you were already reaching up to touch him.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he leaned into your touch. “Fuck,” he gasped, while his eyes fluttered shut. You tilted your head to the side, amazed at how he responded to every little thing you did. Your hands trailed from his chest to his neck. His eyes snapped open and focused on you with a look that made you sit up straighter. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his waist, barely aware of how you exposed your dirty thoughts and wants. Changkyun’s hands closed around your wrists and pulled you towards him as he leaned in close enough for your noses to touch. “You’re really testing my patience here.”

You felt the low rumble of his voice deep in your soul, your core, and knew if he asked you’d fuck him right then and there. “I’d never do that.” You pouted as you looked into his eyes and brought his hips closer. “I hate tests.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “Tell me you want this, _____.” He spoke against your lips. “No misunderstandings.”

You moaned softly as you threaded your fingers through the hair at his neck. “I want this, want you so bad—”

Changkyun didn’t even let you get the words out. He devoured your mouth with a kiss so hot and wet your panties were ruined in seconds. The way he paid attention to every detail, from your lips to your tongue and even the roof of your mouth, left you whimpering with want while struggling against his hold keeping you from touching him. And you wanted that more than anything. Just to feel his skin and the raised lines from his tattoos under your fingers while he shivered.

When he got tired of exploring your mouth and nudged your head aside to kiss your neck, you were able to voice your complaints. “Please,” you pulled against his hold, “let me touch you.”

He chuckled before nipping at your throat. “Greedy girl, you already have. It’s my turn.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out when he bit you again, this time harder. “Please, just a little bit more.”

His kisses trailed back to your mouth. “Sound so pretty when you beg like that, but keep it down. I don’t want anyone else to hear what’s meant for me.” He gently bit your bottom lip and slowly let it go. “Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. He smirked and kissed you again as he laid you back on the desk.

“Can’t believe you’re a bad girl. On your professor’s desk spread out like this. Never would’ve thought.” His fingers caught the hem of your sundress and pushed the fabric up. Before you knew it, his fingers were exploring your pussy, caressing your folds, then parting them to dip a finger in. “Shit. I knew it. You’re gonna feel like heaven on my dick.”

Somehow, this kept getting better and better. Knowing he wanted to get inside you was all you needed to hear. “Oh, fuck yes.” You moaned quietly as you squirmed impatiently. He continued to tease you, sliding his finger in and out then adding another and finally a third. By the time he deemed you ready to take his dick, you were a mess, babbling as you rode his fingers chasing an orgasm he wasn’t willing to give just yet.

“Hands stay up here.” He pointed to the edge of the desk by your head. You grabbed it with both hands as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a condom. Then he pulled off some David Blaine bullshit by undoing his belt and pants with one hand while opening the condom then rolling it on. Any other time, you would have applauded him. He put one of your legs on his shoulders while stroking himself a few times. You felt him prod at your entrance, head teasing through your slick before rubbing circles around your clit. Biting the inside of your cheek was the only way to keep you from giving you both away. “So good for me…” he moaned as he pressed the tip inside.

You tightened your grip as your legs shook with each inch he fed you. By the time he was balls deep, both of you were sweating and shaking, whispering curses as you realized what feeling so fucking good meant for you two. Pussy so tight and wet. Dick thick and deep. This could never have been a one-time deal. Fuck. He squeezed the thigh on his chest and pressed a kiss to your knee.

“Gotta make this quick so I can get you somewhere softer, like my bed or couch.” He groaned as you clenched at his words.

“I’m not picky,” you said bringing your other leg to his hip and pulling him in deeper. “Backseat of your car will do.”

“Shit, I can see you making me pull over at least once.” He put his other arm under the leg on his hip and bent over, pushing your legs back towards your chest. “You’re sin with pretty eyes and a tempting smile.” He pulled out just enough to slam back in, immediately setting a fast and brutal pace. The angle was perfect, stimulating your clit while reaching deep enough for each stroke to brush that special spot that had you seeing stars. His lips came back to yours and he hushed you. Only then were you aware that your cries of pleasure were echoing. “Get me fired and you’ll be my cocksleeve until I find another job.”

“P-promise?” You smiled, happy when he grunted and nudged your head aside again and suckled a mark into your skin.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Spending every fucking minute stuffed with dick and screaming my name.” His strokes grew shorter as he put more strength into his thrusts. He let one of your legs go in favor of your throat, bringing your attention back to the flower on his forearm. His muscles flexed as he adjusted his grip to only apply pressure from the sides. “Look at you. You love being choked, too? You keep surprising me. Cum for me, baby. Cum so I can take you home and wear that pretty ass out.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A few more rolls of his hips against yours, pelvis grinding on your clit, and you were gone. His arms moved to the sides of your head, hands gripping the desk alongside your own as he started pounding away. The poor desk tried to hold its ground but still ended up screeching as it scooted across the floor with his thrusts. Losing his footing threw off his concentration and within minutes he was moaning in your ear as he came.

When he stopped and rested his head on your shoulder, you brought your arms down and gently rubbed his back, giving him a little pat for a job well done. But he didn’t want that. He pushed up and pulled out, peeling the condom off and dropping it in the trash by his desk. He grabbed your hands and helped you sit up. “Let’s get out of here.”

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nikitaxlee · 9 months

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Late night Ta(ctions)lks/ Hyunjin X Fem! Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Bsf Hyunjin WARNINGS: Smut, Choking, Car sex, and biting, degradation with hints of praise.

Hyunjin 🍕:

Im bored. meet me at the park

Y/N:

Roger that captain

As you walked to the park that was halfway from your house, and halfway from his house, you gazed at the city only a couple miles away. You and Hyunjin had both been going to college in Chicago and were both Art majors. Hyunjin and You had been Best friends since he first sat by you.

As you made it to the park you saw a hooded figure. You walked up to the hooded figure as he said,

"You got crack?"

"Oh my god Hyunjin, shut up." You said laughing.

"So, love, what do you want to do?" He said with a warm smile. You heart fluttered a bit before answering,

"Lets just see what we can do tonight downtown. It is 1am after all so I don't know if there's anything open."

"Hey, it's the city, we'll always find something"

As he led you to his car you gave him a confused look.

"Dude, if you had a car you should've just picked me up." He gave you a sly smile.

"Why would I try to make your life easier." He responded to which you rolled your eyes at. You hopped into his car and the two of you started driving towards the glowing lights.

After 20 minutes of looking at all the cool places, to which none of them were open, you guys found something interesting. It was a small record store cafe that was surprisingly open. Hyunjin gave you an questioning look to which you nodded to.

When you too walked in, the sudden coziness and warmth enveloped you. It made you sleepy. Hyunjin and you walked up to the register and ordered some coffee.

"I'll take an Americano." Hyunjin ordered, while you ordered a Chai Latte. As you guys were looking through the vintage vinyl, Hyunjin slipped his hand into yours as he kept looking. You glanced at him but decided to not say anything about it.

When the 2 of you had finished your drinks and bought some vinyl, which Hyunjin paid for both despite your protests, you guys made your way back to the car that was parked on the side of the road.

"Wanna check out this super cool place I found?" Questioned Hyunjin. When you nodded with a smile, Hyunjin took your intertwined hands and started running to his car. You could tell he was really excited to show it to you.

As you guys drove to the spot, Hyunjin placed his hand on your thigh and caressed his ringed thumb against it. The entire drive there he had a goofy smile on his face. When you reached the place you noticed it was a old looking skyscraper with the kind of parking lot you drive up levels to park. He continued to drive up to the different levels before he made it to a dark and empty parking lot level that looked over the city. The 2 of you got out of the car and you ran to the edge of the concrete barrier. The view was breathtaking. Hyunjin came up from behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist and put his head on your shoulder.

"Beautiful isn't it, love." He said.

You giggled and responded, "Very."

He put on a heartwarming smile before dropping it. "Y/N I brought you here tonight because I needed to tell you something." You gave him an expecting look for him to go on.

"Y/N, since the moment I sat next to you in that class, I knew I was in love. I knew you were the one I wanted for the rest of my life. I love you Y/N." He pressed a deep kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and placed one hand in his hair and one around the back of his neck.

His hand slowly trailed down your body and lightly brushed against your chest. With much protest, he broke the kiss and placed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes

"I don't know where this night will leave our relationship, but I think we both know what we need right now." He said. You grinded against his clothed cock. And with that he picked you up and took you with him to the back of the car. Once again, as he sat you down in the backseat with him hovering over you, he looked deep into your eyes, searching for something.

"Love, if you don't want to take this further that's completely fine. I want you to know I didn't even know sex was on the table for tonight. But I love you and trust you so much and I want to know if you want to take this further." He softly said.

The mood was so vanilla and soft. To bad you were going to ruin that.

"Fuck me like a slut."

A dark look crossed his features. He pressed his lips against yours desperately and grinded against your clothed cunt. He started pulling of his shirt and unbuckling his pants before doing the same to you leaving you both in your underwear.

"Holy shit Y/N, You're so wet. I need a taste." He moaned before going down on your cunt. The noises he made were so lewd and dirty but you couldn't help but moan at it. He felt absolutely amazing. He pushed his tongue in causing you to let out a particularly loud moan. He pulled his tongue out and kissed you.

"You taste that? that's you, baby." He said in a sultry voice. His words sent a shockwave to your cunt. Suddenly he stuck 2 fingers inside of you to gather your juices before lathering his cock with it. You moaned before looking into his eyes as he pushed it in. He let out a loud moan before wrapping his hand around your throat and pounding into you.

"Yeah, this is was you wanted baby. This is what you asked for. So take it like a fucking whore. I know you can do it. Because you're my good girl as well. And good girls just lay there and take. My. Cock." He said with each thrust. As you stared into his eyes you noticed his perfect milky shoulders just begging to me marked. You brought your mouth to them and sucked before biting into them. He moaned submissively and pounded into you faster.

" Aw, does my little Jinnie like it when I mark him?" You said. He gave you a glare before tightening his grip around your throat. You felt that knot untie in your stomach slowly, teasingly. As he looked into your eyes you felt him twitch signaling he was close.

"Fuck, baby. I'm going to cum. Going to load you full of my cum. Cum on my cock as I cum in you." With that he let out one thrust and came in you causing you to release as well. The two of you panted and caught your breath.

Hyunjin caressed your cheek before kissing you. "I love you so much, love. I didn't hurt you did I? I would never forgive myself if I did." he asked worriedly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

"I actually really enjoyed it." You smiled.

"Then does that mean you're my girlfriend?"

"No." You said smugly. He gave out a dramatic sigh as he pulled out of you. "Man, whatever will I do without you. My heart will shrivel. My life has no meaning. I am a ferret without it's fur!" He said dramatically. You laughed before kissing him.

"I love you Hyunjin."

"I mean, who wouldn't love me."

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deliciousangelfestival · 10 months

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My Problematic Girl-Chapter 2

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue: Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery.

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

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She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma.

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured,

“Woof.”

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Three days later

Steve was always the first person to arrive at the class. But today, his record was broken because Y/N was the first to arrive. She's faster because Tony drops her in his sports car.

Perhaps she came early, hoping no one would notice their relationship. But they failed because Steve saw them.

He hid and waited outside until Y/N entered the classroom. When he stepped in, he felt nervous because she was staring at him. He gathered his courage to say, "Good morning, Y/N!"

He almost screamed; why the heck did he greet her like that? Maybe because it's the first time in his uni years to greet his classmates.

"Morning."

Short reply.

But it's an improvement.

For a few days, Steve noticed Y/N never listened to the lecturer, ignored other invitations, and played games on her tablet.

And she constantly smokes. She offered him one time, but he said no because he doesn't smoke because he has asthma.

One thing he has learned is that she has no art skills. She had no idea when he mentioned figure drawing or dynamic shapes.

Sometimes she likes to see his sketchbook and his previous artwork. But Steve is always nervous when she looks at his art because he's afraid if she ever reads his art from that damn website.

Steve went to his chair and opened his bag. He opened the document bag to grab the drawing she requested.

He handed the drawing to her. "I used the source from the photo to draw her looking like 40 years old. The size is A4, and I made another with a photo size for your wallet."

Steve noticed in between classes, sometimes Y/N would open her wallet to see the photo. He asked her yesterday who the person was.

"My mother."

She looked intimidating but became a softie when she mentioned her mother.

Y/N took the paper to see it closely. Her fingers caress the picture; she is quiet and mesmerised. Steve sees this as complimenting how she " aww" with his works.

She looked at him. "She's beautiful, just like I imagine. Thank you."

Steve felt his cheeks getting warm. Is he blushing?

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it."

Y/N pulled something from her bag that looked like a white envelope. "This is the rest of the payment."

Steve almost jolted his eyes, looking at how thick the envelope was. His fingers trembled when he touched it.

When he counted it, the amount was around $3,000.

He gasped, "Y/N, I couldn't accept this."

She ignored him and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. "With the quality of your work, it's worth it. I'm going for a smoke before the class starts."

She waved without looking at him and left the class; she also brought the drawing with her.

Steve still looks at her back, holding the money envelope to his chest. From all the part-time and side jobs he took, he never got this amount of money in such a short time.

He doesn't even care if Y/N is a troublemaker; in Steve's mind, she's different from other rich kids.

In his senior year, maybe he could have one friend.

During the class.

Everyone is painting like usual; the lecturer doesn't give any assignments because the last semester is approaching.

They let the student gather ideas to finish their last assignment on time.

Steve also focused on his art. While he painted, something splashed on his canvas.

Red paint.

He was sure he didn't use any red colour.

He turned around and saw three male students he never conversed with standing behind him.

"So, you're friends with Y/N? How does it feel?" Luke, one of them, is mocking Steve.

He looked at Y/N's chair; she still didn't return from her smoke break.

"I said this to you as an advice. You shouldn't get close to Y/N. Because you're an eyesore."

"She's not supposed to hang out with you. She will eventually realise it's a mistake knowing you."

Ah, they're mad because Y/N doesn't want to join their circle, and she also ignores them. So they vent their anger through Steve.

Steve clenched his fist. They want to make him feel bad by saying he's a weirdo compared to Y/N.

But…

What they said is true; he's just nobody.

But can he be selfish this one time? Deep down, he wants to be friends with her.

"That was a rude thing to say."

Steve lifted his head because he heard Y/N's voice.

Then he heard Luke scream, "ARRGHH!!!" and the sound of someone falling surrounded the room.

Even Steve almost jumped from his chair. Did he just see Y/N kick Luke to the floor?!!

"Ouch, I'm going to sue you." Luke pointed his finger at Y/N.

Everyone became silent because they knew Luke's father was a famous CEO.

"No, I'm the one who is going to sue you."

Steve gulped; it's scary how rich people fight. They will get their lawyer to enter their battle.

Luke looks at Y/N with disbelief. "I'm the one who got hurt. You kicked me."

Y/N leaned down, looked at Steve's canvas, and turned to Luke again. "You have destroyed someone else's property, and you try to defame my name."

She pointed the brush at Luke's hand.

"The only person in the class who uses bright red paint today is you. And I felt hurt by the way you mentioned my name to Steve. I see this as self-defence."

She leaned closer to Luke's ear. "Go back to your seat, or tomorrow there will be news of you high on drugs with the senator's son."

Luke's breath hitched and trembled. How did she know this secret?

Y/N fixed his shirt, and she said this as if nothing happened. "I'm sorry I kicked your hips; send me the hospital bills."

Luke immediately stood up and bowed down at her. If his drug problem gets known, his father's business and the senator will be ruined.

"Sorry, it will never happen again." Then he turned to Steve, "I'm sorry I ruined your painting."

Steve wanted to speak, but Luke and his friends left the classroom.

He looked at Y/N with awed eyes. Except for Bucky, nobody ever defended him in this university.

"Thank you, Y/N."

Y/N raised her shoulder. "It's nothing."

After the class, other students left the classroom quicker than usual. It seems like they are afraid of Y/N.

He walks with her from the class to the park; Steve wants to ask a favour from her, "Ehm, Y/N can I ask for your help?"

Y/N didn't glance at him; she was still playing with her phone. "Just say it."

Steve gripped his bag tighter and cleared his throat. "Uhm, so for the final assignment, every student has to make an exhibition for their artwork. But I don't have any money to rent a studio. I know it's too much to ask, but do you want to be my sponsor?"

He continued, "I won't do it for free. I will do all your assignments."

"No."

That was a cold rejection. He was prepared, but to hear those words still hurt. He faces down and holds his tears. "Uhm, I see. It's okay. Sorry to bother you, Y/N."

He stepped back, preparing to run away, but then he heard, "When I said no, it is about you doing my assignment. You don't have to do that."

‘Is she going to say yes?’ Steve hoped so.

"But, how are you going to graduate with nothing?"

Y/N chuckled. "I don't need to worry about that since I already have a bachelor's degree. I'm here because of punishment."

"Wha,-"

'She has a bachelor's degree?"

She immediately cut his curiosity and lit a new cigarette. "I will be your sponsor."

Steve gasped, his hand covering his opened mouth. His eyes are getting blurred because he wants to cry. Finally, his prayer answered, "Thank you, Y/N; I will remember this my whole life."

Y/N inhaled and exhaled the smoke from her mouth. She tilted her head a little."It's nothing because I like your work, VioletDust18."

"What?" His celebration stopped. Steve's body felt numb. It felt like someone put a shackle on his foot that made him couldn't run.

Nobody in the real world calls him with that ID, only in emails from people who ordered his art.

Y/N smiled at him and said, "I look forward to our cooperation Steve Rogers, or should I say VioletDust18?"

Oh God, she said that name again.

Steve felt scared; what kind of person had he just made a deal with?

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tetsunabouquet · 21 days

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Hi! Could you do a nsfw scenario for Nash and Hanamiya in which they're bullying the girl that they like?

(18+ And with the slight increase of young, new KNB fans: If I catch you making NSFW requests to me I will be deleting the asks. A firm reminder to everyone that I don't write that kind of stuff for minors. I'm not named Colleen nor do I have a ukelele.)

Hanamiya

He grinned widely as he caught you doing something you shouldn't be doing. Now as a member of the Disciplinary Comittee, he couldn't just ignore you stealing a can of Coke from the vending machine. Even if you had forgotten your lunch money and looked like you were about to faint. If aything, he could use that to his advantage. "Now, now, y/n-san, aren't you a bad girl?" You froze at his voice and desperately started to shake your head. "Please Hanamiya-san. Forget you saw me." Hanamiya chuckled darkly, you just had to offer yourself on a plate, didn't you? "I could do that but honestly, I don't want to have this school turn into a breeding ground of disobedient little bitches." You flushed as those words sent a strange tingle down your spine. "I'm not a disobedient little bitch." You uttered the words with a shame you didn't quite understand. Hanamiya laughed as a reponse, and the poisonous edge to it brought tears to your eyes. "Oh really? I think a thief would qualify for being a disobedient little bitch. You're worse then that actually. You should be happy I gave you that compliment." Your lips were wobbling at the insults, and a tear rolled down your cheek. "I'm sorry." You apologized as you trembled and it was honestly making Hanamiya rather hard. "You know, I could see past this if you could be so good to help me with something." Your eyed widened and you nodded. "Of course. You know I didn't mean to do something bad." You said before you once more looked at your shoes at the sight of his intense gaze. Hanamiya's lips curled, and he unbuckled his belt as you gulped. "Be sweet and put that mouth of yours to use already." You fell on your knees, because it's not like you had any other choice and so you licked at his throbbing cock like the good girl you promised you were. You couldn't tell wether it was his cum or your tears that left such a salty taste but you swallowed it all up just the same.

Nash

College life was far less interesting as people had made it seem, so he tried finding some new hobbies outside of sports. Which is how he met you. The students who were following art or music programs would typically gather in one corner of the campus when they had no classes and they would all make art with everyone uplifting each other. The photography and film students would film the musicians for their YouTube pages and make photos of the paintings made under the bright L.A sky. They would allow people curious to sit with them and there always seemed to be someone willing to teach someone a few basic skills if they seemed interested. As a photography student, you always were springing about taking pictures of everything but honestly, Nash just wanted you to snap a picture of his dick and burn in into your memory and memory card alike. Which is why, when he got to corner you all alone, he took your camera away from you. "Hey, give that back!" "What? You think you look threatening to me shortie? I would tell you that you look like you punch as a girl, but you are one already." Your jaw dropped open as you saw him going through your photos. "Are you really studying photography? These look like dogshit," Nash commented and you felt rightfully defensive at the way he sneered at your pictures. "I am! You don't need to be such an asshole because it's not up to your taste." You scoffed. "First of all, don't you think you should be talking less shit when I have your camera? Secondly, I would like to know what you think qualifies as taste and how do you even know mine?" This man left you speechless and you tried to grasp at things to say but the words died on your tongue, tears slowly forming. "You know what, I'll give it back to you. But I do require a picture from you, and one of better quality then this garbage you snap." Your eyes immediately narrowed, sensing the direction of this conversation. "I am not allowing you to snap a nude of me." Nash once more curled his lip into a sneer as he said, "I'm not going to be the one taking any picture of you. Why would I want your ugly face and sullen expression? Didn't you teach me that it's better to capture something in the heat of the moment?" You did tell him something along those lines in an earlier conversation and he once more managed to silence you with the way he was analyzing your every move. You honestly were shaking from anxiety as his imposing figure loomed before you. "So how about you take a selfie when you're riding my dick." His free hand grabbed your ass and as your lashes fluttered from confusion and fear he planted the most sensual kiss on your lips, his tongue licking and teasing at your bottom lip in a way that made you lean forwards and press your body against his. There was no way of denying Nash what he wanted, and finally he would have you and that dirty picture.

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jojo-schmo · 6 months

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My old Good Omens art from 2019-2020!! :O (In somewhat chronological order)

In the interest of sharing my art in one place, I thought I'd revisit this era of my art! I made much more traditional art at the time. But I like thinking about the evolution of my skills over the past few years.

Director's commentary below:

I believe the first four images are from 2019, when the first season of GO came out. Boy, did that show come out at a good time for me! I was in a deep art slump that had lasted for a few years at that point. Long story short, because of untreated depression and a chronic illness that brought me physical pain, I didn't get everything I wanted to get out of college classes and I was deeply self-conscious of my skill level. I knew I wanted to tell stories but I was frustrated that I seemingly couldn’t make my ideas come to life at all.

Being alive was very difficult for me at the time and I was fighting my own dark and negative thoughts that I directed towards myself constantly. I didn't see a psychiatrist until the Spring of 2020, and only then did things start getting better. If I had to describe it, it's like a storm in my head finally cleared. The weight on my shoulders lightened up a lot. I had enough mental clarity to gain more self-awareness and really work on myself. And that included my art. And it shows a little in the last few drawings.

(Side note, I am much, much better now. Medication and ongoing therapy has completely changed the quality of my life. I am very happy to be here!)

Anyway, I was making efforts to get better at drawing after college by taking Aaron Blaise's online art classes. (Side note, his class on drawing human anatomy helped me immensely!!) But it was just the beginning of a long art improvement journey!

But I see the stiffness and insecurity that was still present in my art from that time. Whenever I shared it on Twitter (which was my main social media at the time) I'd be lucky to hit ten notes. It didn't bother me all the time, but it did get discouraging as time went on. Until one day I decided to just deal with it. Whatever the reason was that nobody was seeing my art- whether it was due to the Twitter algorithm or if my art was just not appealing enough. I was going to keep drawing. If nobody clicked the like heart on my art, fine! I was going to keep throwing it into the void anyway and see what sticks. If it got ten likes or one I tried not to care as much.

My transition from drawing what I thought other people wanted to see, to drawing what made me happy, made a huge difference. Likes and reblogs do feel really good, but I'm happy to hear even what one person likes about my work. I try to keep that mindset with me as much as I can. And I'm not perfect at it. But it helps me a lot.

Of course that transition in my mindset was gradual. Took place over a few years. But I realized lately that I have a confidence in my art that I've never had before. And I'm really happy about that!!

All this to say, whether you've been drawing/writing for ten years, one year, or a few months, it's always nice to remember where you came from and far you've come.

Looking back, I wish I could tell my past self that her best was yet to come. And I still have a long way to go but I'm excited to see what I can make in the coming years!

If I had one preachy piece of advice to offer as a final note, remember that the ability to draw and write is an awesome skill to have. A skill that not every human being has. But a skill that can be developed and cultivated over time if nurtured. It's a beautiful thing to me, to be able to create something that didn't exist before. Something that only you can bring to life. And while it might not resonate with everyone who sees it, it might resonate with one person. And I love that. So when you can, create things that make you happy, the happiness might just be contagious to its viewers. <3

...I think I should draw some more Good Omens sometime soon. I miss those guys and they are dear to me :)

#tw mental health #good omens #jojo rambles #not to get too dramatic about myself on a post. I just wanted to share some thoughts aloud :)#and in the hopes that maybe someone will learn from my journey and not make the same mistakes I did

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jupitersrising · 1 year

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JWCC Majors

What I think the Jwcc characters majors would be in celebration for me being accepted into college!

Okay starting off easy,

Darius:

He would go into paleontology with a minor in public speaking.

Paleontology is obvious and I can imagine if dinosaurs had been roaming around for so long at this point expensive colleges would have more live dinosaur-study based classes. So if those were to exist he'd definitely take them and constantly correct the professor.

Public speaking because he was already very vocal about the treatment of dinosaurs but he wanted other people to take him seriously when he spoke.

Brooklynn:

Out of all the characters in the epilogue we actually see her working as like a spy. So I think she'd definitely be riding that high from being famous when she was younger to get into a lot of high profile parties and such...thats besides the point.

She be a computer science major with a minor in political studies.

I can also see her eventually becoming a lawyer and Darius and Brooklynn becoming like the ultimate power couple when it comes to defending dinosaurs for abuse/ illegal trade.

Yaz:

She would go to college on a track scholarship 100%. But she can't major in track. Originally she thought she'd major in sports management because its what most athletes do.

BUT Sammy convinces her to pursue her passion with art and she becomes an enigma at her college for hanging out with the art kids and the sports kids. Majoring in art classes but spending all her free time on the field.

No one can figure out how she made so many friends. Nor how they all came together.

Sammy:

I can't see Sammy wanting to go to college at first. She'd worried about her family's finances and being away from the farm again. But one video chat from her friends convinces her that she has to start living her life too.

She starts her freshman year intending to major in agriculture as it would make perfect sense to continue the family business.

In the spring semester (her schedule changed) she accidentally sits in on a biology lecture and absolutely falls in love with it.

It reminds her a lot of the papers she used to send to Manta Corp when she was a spy. The combination of so much background knowledge shocks a lot of people. They ask where she grew up and she shrugs and tells them about the farm in Texas.

Shocking literally everyone without realizing it.

She graduates with a bioengineering phd

Ben:

He was the last one to graduate, finding it hard to get back to a regular life after the island.

First, he goes abroad for a while, nearly cutting off contact from them all before being tracked down by May and dragged back to the lab.

He interns for her at her new dinosaur research facility and he realizes all the skills he learned from the island don't have to go to waste as he looks at the plants around.

He becomes fascinated by them, since they had to be brought back similarly to dinosaurs in order to feed them. May helps him pay for college on the mainland.

He majors in paleobotany and whatever other certifications he needs to become a dinosaur trainer

Kenji:

He knew that he would have to major in business since he was a kid. He was always supposed to take over his Dad's company. So it wasn't a surprise when he went into. He loathed it.

Through a combination of encouragement for his friends and (new) family he tries to discover things about himself in college. About his interests.

Unlike the others he never wants to work with dinosaurs again (can someone say trauma) so that's immediately off the table.

But being the rich guy he is, Kenji funds himself through college and takes a bunch of classes that peak his interest

He's really shitty at art but he always sends the finished products to Sammy as a gift (she has a self of deformed mugs and when anyone asks she shows them off like a proud mom over their kid's finger painting) he tries public speaking but he gets bored, its too much like business. He likes acting, but he knows it was never something he could pursue in his free time and drops it. He was about to give up when he enrolled in a psychology class.

(Maybe to figure out why his dad did what he did or why all his friends were messed up after the island.) For whatever reason he finds himself entranced by it.

He double majors in business and psychology

This was entirely self indulgent but it was fun!

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Woosah Baby

Warren Lipka x Reader

My first evan character fanfic and I wrote it in 45 minutes tonight while watching American Animals (for the 15th time)

Anyone else love when Warren whisper screams “you hit one!?! YOU HIT ONE?”

Enjoy! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

You sat inside the waiting room, hands securely in your lap as your right leg jutted up and down off the white tile floor in anticipation.

He was supposed to be here.

Your eyes shifted to the clock on the white wall, the obnoxiously clicking could be heard over the faint Abba music playing in the office all around you. You told him to be here at 12:15 for your 12:30 appointment, and it was 12:31. You placed a sweaty hand in bag and pulled out your cell phone, the screen cracked from last weekends party when you and your friends were smoking on the roof, your phone blasting music until it had slipped out of your pocket 50 feet onto the ground. You were surprised it still was in working condition, but you had to wait until your next paycheck from the supermarket to get a new one. No new messages.

You composed another message to him, this one a bit more angsty than the last.

“What the fuck Warren. You knew how important it was to make it today, and you’re so freaking late!”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Your head shot up from your phone at the petite blonde woman holding a clipboard in her hands. She was searching for you in the room, looking between a few established looking women that were also waiting for their appointments.

You let out a shaky breath and stood, shoving your phone back in your bag and placing it on your shoulder you walked over to the blonde nurse. You were so nervous you could feel your palms sweating as you clutched the strap of your bag.

The nurse brought you into a small room, and told you to sit down. She went over a few generic questions and then told you the doctor would be back with the results of your urine test you had already taken as soon as you had checked into your appointment. She quietly slipped out of the room and your heart pounded. You already knew that you needed to face reality, but you also knew you didn’t want to. You had taken a Xanax three weeks ago before a party, you had two beers last week after you bombed one of your liberal arts quizzes, and you had smoked a lot of week in the last two weeks - especially after that fight with Warren when you had found out he spent the $175 dollars you hid in your underwear drawer to buy a keg for a house party… It wasn’t even good beer. Who fucking drinks Milwaukee's Best?

You closed your eyes tight, almost as if you were hoping once they opened you would wake up from this bad dream.

You heard your Text tone go off and you quickly grabbed your phone in your bag. It was Warren, that fucker.

“Alarm didn’t go off…….. I’m parked outside. I’m sooorry!”

You rolled your eyes and decided he could sweat for a bit. He always overslept for everything- including his two morning classes. You knew he was messing up his scholarship. You wish he would try harder, but you knew his passions were not about soccer, or about the regimes of life that college set up for you. He was your first love, your high school sweetheart if you will. He sold you your first big fat blunt your Sophomore year of high school and his greasy curls and sexy dimpled smile called to you. He was your comfort. You struggled with the mundane of everyday life together for over 5 years. You loved watching him play soccer- he was one of the greatest goalkeepers your high school had ever seen. You just knew he felt like a puppet, playing all the right moves for his fathers approval.

Your mind was jolted back to reality when you heard a quick knock at the door, it creaked open and a friendly looking brunette doctor walks over. She was heavy set, with a beautiful set of pearly white teeth she showed off brightly as she smiled and told you her name which you immediately forgot in your panicked state. She was suddenly asking you how you were feeling.

“I’m..I’m fine. Thanks.” You wanted to cut to the chase, no bullshitting.

“Well, what brings you here? Let’s go over everything,” She grasps at her scrub shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of bright purple reading glasses. She snakes them onto her face and looks down at the clipboard the blonde nurse had left on the counter. She sucks in a polite breath and looks at you for answers.

“I took two tests, one was inconclusive and one was positive,” You answered her question quickly and then swallowed the little bit of bile that crept in your throat. God you were so sweaty. You really wished you hadn’t just thrown on the hoodie this morning with nothing underneath but a sports bra.

“Well, It looks like the test today was Positive and your HCG levels at 750. When was your last cycle?” The Brunette Doctor looked you dead in the eye. She was sitting there like she didn’t just twist your whole life upside down. Like her words didn’t just destroy you. You stared at her, unable to speak.

“Y/N?” Her too- chipper voice cut through your haze and you snapped back to reality.

“I think It was October 3rd ish?” Saying out loud made you realize just how long it had been since you were on your period. Fuck. God fucking damnit. You couldn’t even afford a new phone, how the fuck were you and Warren going to support a god damn baby? A living, breathing, food needing tiny codependent baby.

Shit. Balls. Fucking fuck. You were not mature enough for a child.

You really needed a smoke.

You pushed your long hair behind your ear and shook your head at the doctor. “No way I can’t be pregnant, I always use a condom.. I mean.. my boyfriend always uses one. I.. Wow, I’m sorry I’m just in a little bit of shock.” You heard your phone text tone go off again and you ignored it.

“Condoms are not 100% effective,” Doctor know it all responded in a sing song tone. No shit, the box said 97% effective. You just didn’t think you would be the 3% that gets knocked up.

“Well there are options, and we can talk them all over if you’d like once you sit on this information and share this news with your partner. We can go ahead and schedule your first ultrasound at the front desk!” She took off her annoying purple glasses and shoved them back into her breast pocket. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile and you wanted to shove your thumbs in her eyeballs. Maybe it was the hormones that had made you so angry at her for being the one to break this news to you. You wish this anger was directed towards the person who had gotten you into this mess, but he was too busy sleeping until well after noon, and probably hot boxing in the parking lot.

You smiled politely and got up front your seat, thanking the doctor before she opened the door for you. You moved fast through the hallway. You completely skipped the receptionist desk - you didn’t want to make the appointment for an ultrasound right now, especially when you were on the verge of a mental crisis. You grabbed out your phone to read the text Warren had sent you earlier.

“You’re probably worried over nothing. Woosah baby,” He sent the stupid little emoji that had the sunglasses on.

He was great at calming your nerves most of the time. He loved to live day by day, trying not to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. You spotted his car at the far end of the parking lot. You took in a breath before inhaling largely and holding it in. You didn’t want to cry before you got into the car with him. At least you were glad he was here to pick you up so you didn’t have to scream cry on the bus back to the campus apartments.

Some Drake songs were playing loudly through the speakers when you approached Warren’s beat up Volvo. You grabbed at the door- Locked. You knocked on the glass annoyed that he was so zoned out on his phone to know you were right there, urging him to let you in the car.

He jumped at the sound of your knuckles against glass and as soon as he saw you there he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, shoving his phone in the cup holder of the vehicle his attention was solely on you. You nearly jumped into the car and let out your breath you realized you were still holding in. You could feel Warren’s stare, waiting for you to talk to him. You didn’t want to look at him, you just leaned forward and shut off the music.

“You know, I really was hoping that you would have at least showed up today. For me.” You spoke softly, as through talking to a child. Maybe you were practicing your patience, or maybe you suddenly realized Warren’s behavior was sometimes pretty damn childish.

“I’m sorry, I am. I think my phone is broken or something the alarm NEVER went off.” Warren talked fast and he really did sound apologetic, but you knew that he was lying. He was notoriously known for snoozing his alarm 40 times before waking up, or worse- not even setting one to begin with.

“Grow up, Warren!” You shouted. Your face turned to his, and tears brimmed your eyes. You were so upset about all the events of today. You were scared over everything else. You had just had your 20th birthday two months ago. You were too young to have a kid. You had plans, so many grand plans for your life and you were worried how this would effect these grand plans. You were planning on graduating with a fine arts degree. You wanted to move to somewhere busy like Boston or LA and take your photography and your art to bigger and better places. Not small town shit like you were in now. You can’t take a baby to photoshoots. You can’t give birth during finals. You can’t have a baby with $74 dollars in your bank account.

“Woah, relax Y/N,” Warren reached over and touched your shoulder and rubbed his thumb gently on your collar bone. He watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and left a wet drop on your light gray sweatshirt.

“I can’t just relax, I can’t do this alone and I’m scared you won’t grow up and I’ll have to do every hard thing myself just like I did today.” You spat back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful and by the look of it he was genuinely concerned with your outburst of emotions.

He wasn’t used to this, you were usually so calm and emotionally collected. It’s part of why he loved you so much- you were his compass. Your cute side smile could melt him into a puddle and turn him into your slave. He would do just about anything for that smile.

You understood him and his zest for life. So hee was taken aback when you were suddenly screaming at him in the parking lot of the doctors office. He knew as soon as you had told him you wanted to go to the Doctors to see if you might be pregnant that you more than likely were. He had a gut feeling, and he held in his fear until he knew 1000% even though he was 999% sure he was going to father a child. He should have been there for her today since he knew that the news would break her apart, GOD he knew that. Instead he was a lazy fuck and snoozed the alarm around 13 times before waking up to Y/N’s texts. She was better than him at everything - including being where she needed to be on time.

“You don’t have to do anything alone. I know I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry,” Warren let go of your shoulder and slumped back in his seat, running his hands down his face he signed heavily. “Lay it on me, what did they say?” He stared at clouds in front of him, one of the clouds looked like it was frowning.

“I’m fucking pregnant.” Tears flooded your eyes and you bent over and cradled your head in your lap. Warren bit his lip, almost too hard, as if to feel another kind of pain then the one that was currently brewing in his chest.

After a few minutes of listening to Y/N quietly sob In the seat next to him he spoke softly.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” He didn't know how or what he was going to do to make that promise happen but he would do anything to make sure he didn't break it.

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