#combined with a college and library AU

[numbah34]

Happy (belated) Valentine's Day, @kseniyache! I hope your day was lovely!

Gift art (and bonus ficlet, linked below) made for the Plance Conservatory 2023 Valentine Exchange.

#34's art #plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #plance conservatory valentine exchange 2023 #it finally happened y'all #a coffeeshop AU #combined with a college and library AU #this is loosely based on the design of my college library #right across from the checkout desks was a branch of our campus coffeeshop #to say i was a fan would be an understatement #the story has a pretty dramatic timeskip i feel i should warn you #i could have gone on and on... but deadlines exist #this whole idea came to me based off of 2 punny exchanges #anyway i hope you enjoy!

[oopsdevil]

COD + AUs

which alternative universe they would fit in (f!reader)

SIMON GHOST RILEY + APOCALYPSE!AU

(full fic here)

in another lifetime, the worldwide zombie apocalypse saved simon's life. with no one to fight for, simon felt like himself for the first time. a world where hiding his face is the last of everyone else's worries, a world where he gets to be violent for a good reason against those flesh eating things, a world where he gets to live without needing anyone. that until he met you. if anyone told him he would end up surviving the streets of manchester with a girl half his height and a backpack bigger than her, whose first words to him where "what's with the skull?", he would have laughed. but here he is, watching you go crazy at an old, dark clothing store, forgetting for a second that the world around you is dying. simon didn't care before, but now reminds himself the reason he wants to keep going, is you.

SIMON GHOST RILEY + TATTOO ARTIST!AU

in another lifetime, simon gets to combine his favorite things and make a living out of it; pain, art and ink. gotta admit, it was intimidating meeting him for the first time. 6'2, quiet, blonde, heavy accent, covered in tattoos and attached to his black surgical mask. surprisingly, he is a very patient tattoo artist. the fact that he understands the significance behind your tattoo, or that you need breaks, or that he offers you water many times, makes you go back to him for more ink. you remember the first time he took his mask off, with a couple scars around his face and a killing smirk, simon asked you out on the best date he could think of; hanging around his station while he tattoos strangers. or how you call it now, years after that first date, saturday afternoon.

KYLE GAZ GARRICK + COLLEGE!AU

in another lifetime, kyle persuaded his talent in history knowledge. top of his class and with intact kindness (even after meeting very pretentious and competitive classmates), kyle offers his help to the girl in the library who doesn't seem to understand what the hell her book's about. you both knew, the second you locked eyes. not gonna lie, he makes your college experience better just by existing. yes, you stay up all night studying and fail to answer his calls. but he knows you, and he is outside your dorm at 3 a.m with the best pizza on campus. and yes, he will wait outside class when you take your final exam. and yes, he always knew he wanted to marry you, but waits until you get your degree to propose.

KYLE GAZ GARRICK + PRIVATE DETECTIVE!AU

in another lifetime, the sense of justice got to kyle in a cold, cheap apartment in the city, and working at night. he got really confused when a girl with kind eyes like yours approached him for his services. used to working with cheating men and sketchy women, kyle begged for you to drop whatever weird problem your boss got himself into, is really not you business, but he respects your contribution to the employees your boss is basically robbing. he really didn't expect to get so attached to a case, even less to a client. but there you are, sleeping on his bed after many nights protecting you, after you didn't drop it. you couldn't, and it made him fall in love with you even harder. he felt his heart go soft and his stiff shoulders drop when you graved his arm in your sleep. kyle always protected himself, but after finding you, he has new priorities. he also never considered himself impulsive, but look at him now, living in a new warm city with his lifesavings in a backpack and your hand in his.

JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH + SOULMATES!AU

in another lifetime, johnny checks the mark in everybody's wrist, hoping one will match his. his is rather particular, and earned his nickname since childhood, a small but obvious mark shaped as a soap. turning 30 (and hiding it with humor) soaps heart breaks a little more when he realizes he hasn't shared the first thirty years of his life with his soulmate, the one who at this point, john doubts even exists. he takes a walk around the streets of glasgow to clear his head, and walks into a coffee shop. he reaches for his cup in the multitude, and hears from the barista something he heard his entire life "your mark looks like a soap! how funny". his stomach dropped when a girl next to him goes "yeah, i know". it took him a second, but he looked. and yeah, he burned his hand with his coffee when he introduced himself, and got embarrassed when the entire staff realized a couple of soulmates met at their shop, but johnny's coffee never tasted better knowing that was his last birthday alone.

JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH + BOXER!AU

in another lifetime, a cocky boxer winked your way in the middle of his fight, and your face got red like the blood in his gloves. your friends warned you, what can an amateur boxer with a mohawk offer to you? surprisingly, a lot. when he's with you, he isn't the soap mactavish, just johnny. johnny, who looks handsome even with a black eye when he asks you out for breakfast. johnny, who is bulking and eats like an animal on your first date, but god, he is so charming. your johnny, who runs every morning and comes back with a hot coffee for you, and accepts the fact that sometimes you can't watch his fights. johnny, who thought fighting was all he was good for, but gained so much peace when he met you. with ups and downs, he is convinced that having a reason to fight for is the reason he won the championship.

KÖNIG + BODYGUARD!AU

in another lifetime, you yelped when you woke up to a 6'4 man in your kitchen, wearing a suit and a intimidating black hood. he is not surprised by the reaction. being the bodyguard for a girl who saw too much is not his ideal job, but you became so much more. so brave and witty. he is obsessed with the way you aren't scared of him in the slightest. könig swore to protect you by a contract, but it became his whole life. no longer a job, but his reason. the nicknames that slipped out when the situation became to much for you, and the time he saw a suspicious face and had a hand on your hip the rest of the night. but you falling asleep in his shoulder after a storm was it for him, he had to tell you he loved you. but könig's heart breaks when his contract is over and you are officially safe. after a long, heavy fight about your "relationship", könig confesses he can't sleep now that he is not around you, that he needs to make sure you are safe, forever. and fuck, the kiss he gave you. könig swore to protect you by a contract, but met the other half his cold heart never knew he needed.

KÖNIG + GROUP THERAPY!AU

in another lifetime, könig healed in so many ways. its hard to take this much time off work at mid thirties for any human, but imagine for a soldier. the only condition favor his superior asked was "please, go to therapy". very skeptical, könig tried a place where the attention wasn't always on him, group therapy. talking isn't his favorite, but he met amazing people, and yeah, he wasn't in the best place to meet the love of his life, but how can you not look at that beautiful girl who picks up her marine dad from therapy? after very hard months talking about things he swore to never think about again, you were there for him the entire time. könig healed in so many ways. könig cried for the first time in decades when he left you, thinking he is too broken for you. könig asked for forgiveness for the first time in decades when he got you back. könig giggled for the first time in decades when your dad caught you two making out in your porch (and boy, did your dad make him run home). könig went back to his job about a year later, and became the best soldier he ever was. the talk of the base is now how the colonel keeps recommending therapy to everyone.

JOHN PRICE + LAWYER FIRM!AU

in another lifetime, john price is a fucking asshole. or so everyone thinks. you have never felt this nervous about a job interview, and by that cold look mr. price gave you, you were sure he would hire another secretary. but maybe his eyes are just like that, because why else would you be taking the bus at 7 a.m in these fucking clothes? you hear it all over the building, mr. price can be difficult, serious, boring. but they never danced to head over heels by tears for tears in his office while barefoot. they never ate chinese food totally sleep deprived while going over a case over and over. john never grabbed their hand while walking the busy streets of london in that suit he looks way too good in. john's reputation really changed through the years. "he went soft when he met his sweetheart at work". he laughs, no one who ever saw him in a courtroom would call him soft.

JOHN PRICE + ARRANGED MARRIAGE!AU

in another lifetime... john is difficult. you get it. he is an important man, a business man. a man who has no time to meet women, specially a wife. everything in his life is a transaction, including his business partner's sister. you two got married at a small ceremony and he didn't even kiss you. it took him 5 months to sleep in the same bed as you, and thats when it all started. that night john made sure you knew he didn't hate you, he was trying to give you space. but you don't want space, you want to peel all those layers and really get to know him. now you know why he is the big man, one of a kind. who knew a man so brilliant and cold could be so... him. john. protective, faithful, touch-starved, sweet-tooth, the smiths enthusiast, twin girls dad, belly laugher john.

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inspo and recommendations;

zombie!au: the last of us + the walking dead (joel miller + daryl dixon)

detective!au: jessica jones + the girl with the dragon tattoo (jessica's life style + the protagonists relationship development)

boxer!au: warrior + southpaw (tommy conlon + billy hope)

bodyguard!au: literally any frank castle and bucky barnes bodyguard fic you can find

lawyer!au: daredevil + suits (matt murdock's personal life style and the shows aesthetic + suits workplace and aesthetics)

arranged marriage!au: peaky blinders marriages and alfie solomons personality

#cod mw2 #cod hcs #cod mwii #cod #task force 141 #cod x reader #ghost x reader #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle garrick #cod au #cod fic

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fun AU + Trope Combos II

I used a random number generator to combine some fictional tropes from my AUs list and my tropes list. Let’s see if you get inspired by them!

Time Travel AU x Friends with benefits

Pirate AU x Snowed in/trapped somewhere

Library AU x Accidental kiss

College AU x Sharing a bed

Flower Shop AU x Honeymoon

Werewolf AU x Matchmaking

Coffee Shop AU x Roadtrip

Hogwarts AU x Morally ambiguous character

Supernatural/Magic AU x Only one bed

Mob/Mafia AU x Mutual pining

You and I, accidently kissing between the library books.

#au combos #trope combos #writing prompts #writing ideas #writing inspiration #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community

[fairyofshampgyu]

Forces of Attraction

genre: smut, college au

Pairing: physics tutor! taehyun x reader

Warnings: sub! taehyun, dom! reader, blow job, riding, titty and bicep sucking lmfao, taehyun so whiney you can’t convince me otherwise his voice was made to whine

Word count: 1.1k

“I’m literally going to fail physics at this rate. I just don’t get this section at all!” You complain to your friend yoon who pats your back.

“Why don’t you ask for help then?”

“I literally went to my lecturer and told them I did not understand at all, he just said to look at my textbook and past lecture recordings. I even tried to watch videos online but I just don’t get it!” You groan.

“Why don’t you ask kang taehyun?” Yoon gives you a knowing smirk, pointing to the pink haired man sitting down below, headphones in and studying.

Kang taehyun was the smartest guy in your physics class, quiet, intimidating, cute-you found him so attractive. Problem is, you’ve never uttered a single word to him. “No I’m not gonna ask him! He’ll know I’m dumb then!”

“He doesn’t even know you since you never even speak to him. Also why not? I heard he tutors and he’s really good.”

“He does?”

“Yeah. And then you’ll have an excuse to talk to him!”

“Hmm. Maybe I will sometime…”

“Go, go, go!” Yoon pushes you in his direction before you have a chance to speak, attracting his attention as he looks up at you who had just appeared in front of him out of nowhere.

You just stare at him awkwardly for a bit before you decide to speak, scratching the back of your head, “Uh…Hello! I’m y/n. I heard you tutor? Will you be able to tutor me I’m having trouble understanding this particular topic…”

You’ll make sure Yoon pays for this, you can see here giggling to the side, enjoying your pain.

“Sure. Give me your number and we’ll set a date and time.”

∘ ༺ ☆༻ ∘

Taehyun opens the door at your arrival and you try not to let your mouth drop to the ground. He was wearing a tank top and sweat pants, exposing his muscles and he looked so incredibly fine.

“Oh I just came back from the gym.” Taehyun says, seemingly noticing your prolonged stare.

“Oh. Cool.” You clear your throat and try to seem unaffected.

“Okay, so what do you understand about quantum physics? Tell me what you already know. Do you understand Schrödinger’s wave equation?”

“Uhhh…I don’t understand absolutely anything from the topic.”

“So you don’t even get the two slit experiment?”

“Um…”

“It’s okay! we’ll just start from the very start.”

∘ ༺ ☆༻ ∘

“So the right hand side of this equation is known as a linear combination of the vectors r1 and r2. The particular points to take away from this is that combining vectors produces other vectors, analogous to our observation above that combining states produces other states, and that the components a and b are a measure of how much of r1 and r2 respectively go towards making up the vector r. Do you get that?”

You were getting some of it albeit still hurting your brain and after an hour, you just needed a small break. He was pretty good at tutoring. It got hard trying to focus sometimes though when he was so good looking. Also, damn that tank top he was wearing.

“It’s making sense. Could we take a break though?”

“Yeah of course. What do you wanna do intead?”

You look down at his pretty lips, not realising how long you zone out because of them. He seems to notice, suddenly becoming a bit shy, ears turning the shade of his hair. But he tries to ignore it, clearing his throat.

He’d seen you ogle at him a bit more than once this whole session and it made him want to scream and run out, trying to act calm when really he was squirming at your gaze.

Truthfully, he actually knew who you were before you asked him. He’d always see you in class, in the library, around campus laughing with your friends, at parties making out with people on multiple occasions and he had a pretty big crush on you. You were pretty hot. He looks down at your lips too for a second.

“I think…we should make out.” You drawl out, a bit lower.

“I-I-uh-”

it’s the first time you’ve ever heard taehyun’s usually stoic self stammer and look so nervous. You couldn’t help yourself, leaning forwards to cup his cheek and pressing your lips on his. He reciprocates, kissing back with so much eagerness and neediness.

You pull away for a second, string of saliva between the both of you and he whines at the loss of contact, so prettily. You dive back into his mouth, biting and pulling at his bottom lip, causing him to whimper, then attaching your wet lips to his pretty and bare neck, marking them with pinky-purple bruises. He whines again even louder. You love his sounds, wanting to hear more of them.

You move to his sweatpants with his dick that was literally bulging, taking his flushed pink cock out.

“Can I?” You ask and he nods repeatedly. So you move your head down, wrapping him around your wet lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, high pitched whines eliciting from him.

“So cute. Whiney baby.” He only whines out your name in response and you chuckle at him.

“What do you want? Wanna be fucked?”

“Yeah…”

“Say please.”

“Please y/n.” He was so pliant you loved it.

You hover over him, taking his dick into your hands and rubbing it against your folds instead, continuously dragging the head over you but not putting it in and he just whines at you.

You finally take his fat cock, placing it at your entrance and slowly sinking down on it, he balls his hands into little fists against your side, hissing slightly as you start fucking him. You roll and move your hips around against his, riding him at a feverishly fast speed and you can feel his dick twitching inside you.

“Hey! you can’t cum yet. Maybe I should be teaching you instead.” You stop your movements.

“Sorry…”

You begin again, bouncing up and down on him even faster, his body trembling like a leaf beneath you, sweet and high pitched noises frequenting his mouth. You lean, picking up one of his arms, sucking little kisses into his biceps before you move his tank top to the side, sucking on his nipples instead and he whimpers and whines.

“I really need to cum now y/n please-ah!”

“Cum for me then.”

He whines out even louder than you think possible, eyes closed and his mouth opening wide in pleasure, you can feel his hot cum filling you up. He gasps, sweaty, face and chest matching his pretty hair.

“Maybe we should do some work now”

But you’re thinking of maybe another round. Or two. You don’t end up getting much tutoring done in the end but you have plenty of time to make up for it with your cute new tutor. And a lot of something else as well.

PLEASE actually reblog!!!! and comment!!!!!if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and nice if you do tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 👎🤨

#taehyun smut #txt smut #taehyun x Reader #kang taehyun x reader #kang taehyun smut #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #taehyun oneshots #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt headcanons #sub taehyun #sub idol #dom reader #sub txt #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!taehyun

[letsgetrowdy43]

The Timeline—

Au Masterlist!!

Lucia Fantilli was kind of lonely in the sense that her brothers have always been considered one and she's always been the other.

The boys grew up in billets families in the States and she remained at home in Ontario with her parents.

She visited Chicago often when her brothers played for the Steele, the city holding a special place in her heart, so obviously when thinking about colleges University of Chicago was a big contender.

The boys tried to get her to go to Umich with them, but she knew Michigan wasn't the school for her.

Chicago offered her a soccer scholarship, so the decision was practically made for her

She lived her first year in a single dorm and worked at the library, she met her best friends and future roommates this year.

Christmas rolled around and so did the WJC which was taking place in Halifax, as we know Adam played, meaning that Lucy and the rest of the Fantilli family all found their way to the East Coast to celebrate Christmas and to watch the boy represent his country.

This is where she meets Connor for the first time, just a simple greeting at the beginning of the championship, and a warm congratulations after they take home gold.

She was a little starstruck by it all as he smiles sweetly and heads back to find his family.

Lucy then says her goodbyes to her brothers and parents as she makes her venture back to Chicago to finish out her freshman year.

The rest of the school year is very calm, she flies down to Tampa to watch the Frozen Four, they lose, and then Adam wins the Hobey Baker.

Many tears are shed as he gives his is speech, mentioning her as she cries with Luca in the crowd.

She truly does love her brothers, but sometimes it's a little bittersweet

She flies back to Toronto after exams end to work and hang out with her hometown friends, Luca is with the Umich boys in Florida, and Adam is headed off to Worlds then to the cup playoffs for prospect media and then finally the combine.

Next, it is the week of the draft, and the Fantillis are in Nashville, they'd been invited out to the NHL awards.

She gets lost in the crowd and separated from her family as they walk the carpet, her eyes find Connors as he ushers her over after seeing the panicked look on her face.

They walk the carpet together, he shyly compliments her dress as he greets fans and stops for interviews. Both of them were overwhelmed by the chaos that surrounded them, but both of them kept their smiles as they entered the building where their respective families were waiting for them.

Luca does not like the look of whatever that was, Adam thinks Connor is harmless so he's fine.

Draft Day is more chaotic than the night before, tears in her eyes as she watches Adam get called up into the stage 3rd overall.

He took her by surprise as he pulled her into his chest first, before Luca, a short “I'm so proud of you, I love you Mo,” leaving her mouth as he hugged his twin, a quiet “thank you for being my best friend,” leaving his mouth as she squeezed him even harder.

He's on that stage, displaying the little “Momma • Dad • Luca • Lucia” on the top of his vest as she cries even harder as he looks up to his family and he takes in his moment.

After the tears are dried and the media is in progress the Fantillis leave the crowd in search of the boy.

Lucy runs into Connor once again, congratulating him on being first, he makes a little comment about her dress and how she seemingly looks prettier every time he sees her, she's red in the face but she sums it up to the adrenaline he must be feeling in that moment.

After the draft ended all of the families headed out for dinner and other celebrations, and just after that was a draft party for all of the draftees held by the league.

It's a great time, she somehow finds her way next to Connor as she talks to Rutger’s older sister about the concert at the award show the night before.

She follows him out into the hallway as he's taking a break from the noise and the pictures that are currently taking place between draftees, their families, and past teammates.

“You okay?” she asks a little worried, “been a long day, that's all,”

It was very quiet between them as she sat down on the hall floor next to him, back pressed against the wall, “can't even start to imagine what you've been dealing with,” she whispered, “I would crumble,” she jokes as he shrugs and tells her that it's just part of the bigger picture, he's put up with it for his dream.

She finds him inspirational, he's the same age as her, yet he's so much more than her in the way that he has established a name for himself and he's living out his dreams. She doesn't have dreams, just a need to never be forgotten.

Heavy tipsy flirting follows the vulnerability as he whisks her away from the party, and they somehow find their way to his single hotel room.

Both of them wake up very early, in a bit of a panic because whatever happened between them is not normal behaviour for either of them. She rushes to get dressed and to find her hotel so her family doesn't go looking for her.

Fast forward a few months and she's moving into her apartment, her new roommates Lily and Daisy are unpacking the car as they take the plethora of boxes up the elevator to their new home for the year.

In Lucy’s hands is the last box out of the car, she waits for the elevator, excitement in her chest as she awaits the decorating process upstairs in her new room. She gets in the elevator and the doors begin to shut but not before someone slips in at the last second and presses the button for the floor above hers.

A very familiar “sorry” leaves his lips as they both look at each other with shock in their eyes.

A breathy “hey” left her lips as he stared at her in shock before a quiet “Lucy,” left his mouth, almost sounding like something of a relief.

“You live here?” she nods, “I'm moving in right now,” she subtly shakes the moving box in her hands as she smiles at him.

The elevator dings and the door opens, “please don't be a stranger, text me and maybe we can get coffee or something,” she says coolly as she walks off of the elevator and turns to him with a sweet smile.

But the second that door shuts her jaw drops and her eyes go wide as she stands in shock for a second before making a beeline to her apartment to tell her roommates.

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#thewindycityau!! #connor bedard #connor bedard fic #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard imagine #adam fantilli #luca fantilli #umich hockey #umich imagine

[svthub]

The Story of Pink Eros ~ A Valentine's Day Collab

Welcome to the Pink Eros bookstore! Browse our collection of romance stories, or find something sweet for your lover...

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

Join the taglist here!

The Story of... Seungcheol A Witches Apothecary: For All Your Desires and Needs by @duhnova

Genre: NSFW - smut, established relationship, supernatural/witch au, light fluff, hint of angst Synopsis: when your boyfriend told you to read the labels on the bottles carefully you should’ve listened, because what was suppose to be a relaxing night of you messaging all the tension away turned to him being in even more pain that only you could fix.

The Story of... Jeonghan Always Been You by @darlingvernon

Genre: NSFW - smut, royalty au, arranged marriage au Synopsis: you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love but jeonghan just had to go ahead and ruin everything

The Story of... Wonwoo Love Hotel (your body is a wonderland) by @wonuhour

Genre: NSFW - smut Synopsis: Wonwoo finally got a reservation at the love hotel. It's only for couples on valentine's day and it's a surprise for you. Also what you don't know is what the hotel is really about, besides being romantic. In the end you can't get enough.

The Story of... Jihoon Dear Valentine by @idyllic-ghost

Genre: SFW, fluff, romance, rivals/friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, college au Synopsis: valentine’s day is approaching fast, and your university is set to celebrate it well. a group of students calling themselves the pink eros group has created a website for other students to send anonymous love letters to a random match. you and your friend, jihoon, find it stupid and a waste of time… but in secret, you decide to create an account. it’s not like a love letter to a stranger can change anything, right?

The Story of... Minghao Strange Love by @wonwussy

Genre: NSFW - smut, some fluff, some angst Synopsis: To everyone else, you and Minghao don’t make sense. To you two? It makes all the sense in the world.

The Story of... Mingyu King of Hearts & Nerdy Love by @strawberryya

Genre: NSFW - smut, fluff, romance, college au Synopsis: How can valentine's at the library be romantic? Was what you asked, stupidly enough, not knowing this would become the ultimate challenge for the hopeless romantic that was your boyfriend.

The Story of... Seungkwan 1-800-CUPID by @drunk-on-dk

Genre: NSFW - smut, fluff/romance, slice of life, old friends to lovers Synopsis: Nothing could have ever prepared you to reunite with Boo Seungkwan over a desperate, wine-induced call to 1-800-CUPID late one night. Seungkwan was always known for being a jack-of-all-trades and meddler during your time spent as his friend at university, so hearing his cherubic voice over the love advice hotline wasn’t so shocking. Fortunately for you, Seungkwan’s sprite attitude is exactly what you need in your post-grad, loveless life. However, what will you do when he begins to surpass what the hotline has to offer and meddles with your heart instead?

#svthub #svthub.collab #the story of eros

[doobea]

bllk college au

a/n: my personal headcanons of how some of the bllk guys would survive in uni ゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

isagi

most likely majoring in exercise science

generally an average student all around, his strongest classes being anatomy and weakest being chemistry. surprisingly balances his soccer practices with his studies quite well!

definitely likes studying in groups - whether that be with his classmates or friends. though probably the type to also cram a few days before the finals. (pre test anxiety helps) he has a favorite study location at a small local café on campus

wouldn’t necessarily join a fraternity but wouldn’t say no to a party if a friend invited him - refrains from excessive alcohol drinking if it’s an unfamiliar crowd (last time it ended up with him waking up to a 'no ragrets' tramp stamp)

developed a small growth spurt after the first year - now standing at a gracious 5'11 height

rin

honestly, maybe majoring something in the STEM field like bioengineering

super strict about studying habits - he follows the pomodoro technique and generally averages around an A/A- in majority of his classes

likes to keep his distance and doesn’t have many close friends. keeps texts and convos super curt with classmates and refuses to give out his social media handles if they ask (he has like 10 followers lol)

after classes he tends to either go back to his dorm or the library to study. if he has soccer practice he usually finds himself doing assignments during small breaks. can totally seeing him studying to like edm (secretly a rave boy awakening?)

got to study abroad in Italy and France for a semester

nagi

combining both his interests of gaming and desire to not work as hard, he finds himself majoring in computer science (its def a hard major to others but in terms of working remote/hybrid in the future he takes it lol)

students are envious of him, the type to have photographic memory so all his test score are high marks without him really trying

probably accidentally got himself on the e-board of the video game club after beating everyone in a valorant tournament

like a cat, he likes to take naps and sunbathe during warmer weather. when its winter, you'll find him knocked out in the student lounge booths

he longboards to his classes - maybe even the type to have a remote controlled longboard if he's feeling extra lazy to move his legs

reo

he's the biggest business major stereotype you'll see - but in a good way. probably double majors in accounting and business admin, goes the extra mile and gets an MBA after undergrad.

loves hosting monthly parties at his apartment and often sends out over the top email invitations with an RSVP notice (he spends like all morning making it on canva)

is the type to always have an internship lined up for winter or summer break. by the time he graduates, his resume will probably be over two pages (the average student gets depressed after looking at his linkedin)

aside from soccer, he most likely picks up a water or winter sport on the side - something like water polo or skiing would be fitting

always surrounded by other finance bros (minus nagi), its like a never ending conversation of stocks and the state of the economy (gets irritated if asked but why cant we just print more money)

chigiri

he's def planning on going to physical therapy school! like isagi, he'll probably major in exercise science but with a track to PT school.

likes to pick out fun artsy classes for his electives - such as calligraphy, a ballroom dance class, and cooking (college doesn't have to be suffering)

spends most of his weekends working part-time as a physical therapy assistant at the campus health center. when he's not working, he likes to decompress with a sci-fi novel at the local café

adopts a black cat at the end of his first year, he tries to hid them under his bed whenever the floor's RA (resident assistant) does their monthly check-ins (he says the distressed meows are a new ringtone)

his music taste is bedroom pop and this dorm is def decorated as such. polaroids of his friends and family are pinned directly above his desk, fairy lights are attached on the ceiling in a zig-zag formation, and owns a record stand with tons of vinyls

bachira

probably comes in undecided and then picks a major after taking some required classes. he ends up majoring in cognitive science. (lowkey i feel like he would make a good therapist or researcher)

big mama's boy - weekly hour long facetimes with his mom, recalling what he's eaten, who he's hung out with, how classes are kicking his butt, etc. (leaving out the crazy stunts at parties)

frat guys love him, he's always down to pull a crazy hat trick whether that'd be jumping from the second floor window, trying to steal a traffic cone with campus police nearby, and just filming the latest wild tiktok trends (grimace shake? hes on the ground gurgling that shit out)

was so excited at the beginning of the year of potentially joining different clubs and organizations, ended signing up for like 50+ that he doesn't even remember (his email notifications go crazy)

one outdoor club activity he does commit to, aside from soccer, would be extreme frisbee (those are a thing yes!), sometimes would go overboard and he crashes into other students on the grass field while trying to catch it

#blue lock #bllk #itoshi rin #bachira megumi #isagi yoichi #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #bllk college au #doobea writing #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #omg first post zzz #rin itoshi #chigiri hyoma

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Choose Your Own Destiny

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader x Sam Winchester (NO Wincest)

Word Count: ~300

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a hcs where the reader is a archangel created by the grace of Michael and Lucifer basically her daughter and Dean and Sam fell in loved with her? 

Summary: Dean is so much more different than his brother but you love both of them equally.

Square Filled: college!au (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Lucifer and Michael have always wanted more power, no secret about that

They loved God so much that when they found out he didn’t love them as much as they did, they ran off and created a little plot point of their own

You

With both their graces and a touch of a human soul, they created you, another archangel that’s more powerful than all of them combined

You were the one thing they needed to get a bunch of angels on their side to overthrow God

If God isn’t in power anymore, then Michael and Lucifer can take over and do things their way

They never expected you to want to go your own way and live your life the way you wanted to

The first time you saw Sam and Dean, your entire life changed. You finally saw that there is more to life than creating armies and taking over Heaven

There is something about Sam and Dean that attracts you, that calls you to them. You’re not sure if it’s their auras or their personality, but you didn't want to be without them

Due to being so powerful, you were able to hide from Michael and Lucifer who tried everything they could to find you

All you’ve ever known is Heaven and fighting ars you have no business being in, and Sam and Dean showed you there is more to life than that

Despite their objections, you got yourself into college just so you can learn and become a better person

It was obvious their feelings for you, as they did almost everything for you, but it was hard to choose between them

So you didn’t

They both taught you how to date which means they were your firsts--first kiss, first time you had sex-first date, first time you held hands, etc.

Dean is more romantic than Sam since he likes to take you on long car rides, often gives you flowers, and usually stays the night with you after having sex

Sam likes his own space so after he fucks you, he’ll go back to his room, he likes taking you on jogs in the morning, and you two like to have reading dates in peaceful silence

Two very different men who love and treat you like a princess, something your dads will never do

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[sagemonsters]

Though Hell Should Bar the Way

Summary: Bess is a night owl and a college student—a combination that turns out to be dangerous when she realizes she can’t make it back to her residence during an ice storm at 3am. After being saved by a strange, mute motorcyclist who is reluctant to remove his helmet, Bess is eager to uncover his secrets.

Status: SFW

Relationship: cis female human (she/her) x cis male dullahan (he/him)

Word Count: 2,200

Notes: this is a modern AU fanfic of Alfred Noyes' poem "The Highwayman"

Chapter 1 of 1

Bess all but screamed when someone tapped her shoulder in the small study cubicle on the fourth floor of the Holger Library. One of the assistant librarians, Alex, grabbed her half-empty Starbucks cup before Bess could knock it over as she recoiled, and her Beyoncé-induced study euphoria ended as that motion yanked her wired earbuds out of her ears.

“—Closing in five minutes, Miss Noyes,” Alex said.

“Right, yeah… What time is it?” Bess asked. 

Alex set her Starbucks cup back down on the desk. “Five minutes to three o’clock in the morning,” he answered, and then looked down at his wristwatch. “Four, actually.”

Bess blinked, then dived for her phone in her backpack; the time was correct. “Damn,” she muttered. She had an English final—a timed essay—in six hours; she needed to get whatever sleep she could before it started.

“Be careful out there—the snow feels like falling glass, and everything’s iced over,” Alex warned. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I hope you don’t have far to walk to get back to your dorm.”

“My apartment is on Kerr Green,” Bess said.

Alex looked at her in horror for a moment, then gave her a wince of sympathy; Kerr Green was halfway across the city, since Losthaven University had a decentralized campus whose student residences gave grief to the aforementioned students and city planners alike. 

“Get an Uber or Lyft or whatever,” Alex said. “You cannot walk there in weather like this.”

Bess shook her head as she shrugged on and buttoned her navy blue peacoat. “I’m broke at the moment. I’ll be fine, though. Thank you.”

Alex gave her a final, worried look, then left the cubicle and resumed his patrol for other students who had missed the closing announcement. Bess shouldered her backpack and took the stairs to the library’s front door, and then paused.

The pavement outside the library was slick and shining with ice, just as Alex had promised, and she could see more ice coating the streetlamps and the lone USPS box. The plows had already come by, so the roads looked reasonably clear—but snow piled high in dirty, irregular drifts to either side of the street, and more was falling by the minute.

For a few moments, Bess allowed herself to despair. She could call her mother in Florida and ask for twenty-five dollars to get an Uber back to her apartment—but that would be the second time this week she asked for money, and it was three o’clock in the morning, so her pride forbid such a thing. Bess huffed to herself, then pulled on her hat and gloves and stepped outside.

The wind hit her like a broadsword, slicing through her layers and carving straight to her core. This was, without a doubt, a proper New England winter storm, and Bess fancied that she could feel ice crystals making shallow cuts into the inside of her lungs as she inhaled; the air was so cold that breathing hurt. She wobbled in place as the wind threatened to bowl her over on the slick pavement.

Bess managed to get five blocks in the direction of Kerr Green before she realized she should have swallowed her pride and called her mother. She had fallen twice during those five blocks, and her fingers were aching with cold inside her gloves even after she had shoved them into her coat pockets. 

She eased herself into an alleyway for some reprieve from the wind and unzipped her backpack with clumsy, gloved fingers. After some digging, she managed to pull out her phone, and then removed one glove with her teeth to unlock the device with her fingerprint. The cold ache intensified in that hand, so much so that it shook with pain. She could barely feel the phone anymore, but managed to open the CALL app—

The phone slipped out of her fingers and fell to the asphalt at her feet. The screen went dark, and when Bess picked it up she saw a spiderweb of cracks across the screen. 

Crying is useless. Crying is useless. Crying is useless… Bess told herself, but the tears were welling up anyway and stinging at the corners of her eyes. She fumbled her glove back on and turned to trudge back out into the wind. Maybe there was still someone at the library, and she could beg them to let her use the phone at the front desk…

A headlight sliced through the snowy nighttime murk in front of the alleyway, followed closely by the deafening snarl of a motorcycle engine. An all-black bike with a helmeted rider swathed head to toe in black leather gear pulled to a stop in front of the alley, its engine settling into a low, coughing growl. The rider’s helmet, with its shadowed visor pulled down, turned toward Bess. He let go of the handlebar and held out his hand to her.

Bess stared.

The rider curled and uncurled his gloved fingers in a beckoning gesture. After a moment’s hesitation, Bess stumbled toward him. The sidewalk was slippery beneath her boots. She tottered as another gust of wind hit her, instinctively reaching out for support, and the rider grabbed her wrist and helped her upright—helped her the final few steps toward him, too.

“Can you take me to Kerr Green on West River Street?” Bess asked, shouting to be heard over the wind and the engine. The rider was still holding her wrist.

The rider nodded, and Bess was cold and desperate enough to climb on behind him and wrap her arms around his midsection. The motorcycle’s engine howled to life like a thing possessed, and she and the rider tore down the street. 

The wind whipped icy snow into her eyes, so Bess hid her face against the rider’s leather-clad shoulder. At this speed, it was even colder than before, and she was so very tired. She’d have to get her phone replaced tomorrow, and she had her English final too…

When Bess lifted her head after a particularly hard turn, she saw tongues of green ghostfire licking at the motorcycle’s wheels, and more streaming out from the engine like banners. One flame seemed to be in contact with her leg, but it didn’t appear to be spreading to the cloth of her pants and Bess felt no heat. She blinked hard, but the flames didn’t go away. 

This is real, she realized, and a moment later: this isn’t a normal motorcyclist.

“Stop! Stop!” Bess shrieked, and shook the rider’s shoulder. A moment later he swerved into a narrow side street, slowed to a stop, and put his feet down to balance the bike. The green ghostfire dimmed and then faded to nothingness. He looked over his shoulder at her.

“Who are you?” Bess demanded. “What are you?”

The rider said nothing.

“What do you want?”

The rider twisted around as much as he could so that he could face her properly. Bess looked into the visor, but couldn’t see even the faintest shadow of a face beneath it. The rider reached up a hand and brought two fingers to her cold lips in the barest ghost of a touch, then pulled away.

“What does that mean?” Bess asked. And then, more softly, “Are you mute?”

The rider nodded. 

“Okay,” Bess whispered after a moment. “Okay, let’s… let’s keep going, then.”

The rider gripped the hand that she still had wrapped around him, threading their fingers together and giving a light squeeze, then pulled away and started the motorcycle again. Bess tucked her head back down against his shoulder and did her best to endure the cold and wind and ice, but the flaring ghostfire provided no warmth; by the time they arrived at Kerr Green and the student residences that lined the park, she had largely stopped shivering. 

The cold had numbed her mind as well as her extremities, and it was hard to move. The rider had to help her to her door, and he followed her inside when Bess struggled with her gloves in the entryway. He heated water in a bowl in the microwave of the kitchenette, then helped her remove her gloves and submerge her frostbitten hands in the warm water.

“Thanks,” Bess said, and started shivering again as her body thawed. The rider, still in all his leather gear, pulled off her ice-rimed hat and coat and boots, then draped the blanket on the back of the couch over the space heater to warm it up before wrapping it around her shoulders where she sat at the kitchen table. 

“You can take off your helmet if you want,” Bess said when feeling started to return to her fingers and toes.

The rider hesitated, and then the helmet shook from side to side.

Bess attempted a reassuring smile. “I promise I won’t tell anyone what you look like.”

Another shake of the helmet. 

When Bess’ fingers no longer hurt, she pulled them out of the bowl, flexed them experimentally, and then started fidgeting with a tassel on the corner of the blanket.

“Thank you for all your help,” she said. “It really… I mean, I think I might have died without you.”

The rider nodded, then moved toward the door.

“Wait!” Bess said. “Please… please don’t leave just yet.”

The rider paused and looked back at her. Bess stood up, still with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and went to him. She reached out and touched his arm; there really wasn’t a single inch of exposed skin showing among the black leather, not a single smidgen of humanity or clue towards his identity.

“What’s your name?” Bess asked.

The rider shook his head, then reached up and brushed his gloved fingers over her lips again. 

Bess felt her cheeks heating in a blush. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “Kiss me before you go.” She knew it was a ridiculously romantic thing to say, something out of the trashy romance novels she kept hidden under her bed, but what else was there to say in a situation like this? What else was there to do?

The rider reached into a pocket of his jacket and brought out a small, dogeared notebook and a stub of pencil. He wrote for a few moments, then showed the page to her:

I CAN’T KISS.

“Why not?” Bess asked. 

The rider started to move past her, toward the door, and Bess darted in front of him and put her back to the door to bar his path. “I’m not moving until you tell me what’s going on,” she said. 

There was a pause. The warm yellow lights in the apartment flickered, dimmed, and then died entirely, and that sickly green ghostfire curled out of the lamps and from the burners of the stove. A chill crept in, not as terrible as the storm raging outside but still cold enough that Bess wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.

The rider took off his helmet, revealing empty air; he had no head.

Bess’ eyes went wide.

The headless rider wrote again in his notebook and showed it to her: SCARED?

“No,” Bess said, even though that wasn’t quite the truth. She stepped forward and put her hands on the chest of the rider’s jacket. “Show me the rest of you.”

The rider pulled off his gloves. He had normal-looking hands, although they were room temperature at Bess’ touch and had no warmth of life within them. The high-collared jacket came off next, revealing a plain black shirt that had a human-seeming chest underneath it. When Bess laid a hand over where his heart should be, however, there was no beat beneath her fingers, and his tattooed skin was cool.

“Why did you help me?” Bess asked.

WHY NOT?

Bess frowned. “That isn’t a good answer.”

YOU SHOULD STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, THEN.

Bess folded her arms over her chest. “Absolutely not. You…” She felt her cheeks heat in another blush and forced herself to be brave: “If you can’t kiss me before you leave, then I’m sure there are other things we can do.”

SUCH AS? the headless rider wrote.

Bess’ blush intensified. She reached for the top button of her blouse, but then hesitated. “I don’t know how to start without at least a kiss,” she confessed.

CAN I SHOW YOU?

Bess nodded. “Please,” she whispered, and the long ribbons of emerald ghostfire burned high and bright throughout the apartment as the headless rider set aside his notebook and reached for her.

•

The storm had died by the time dawn arrived, and newborn sunlight glittered atop the ice that sheathed the city in crystalline glory. Bess awoke alone, and found that her final had been postponed via an email from her English professor. She smiled and plaited a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

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[goldnhourwrites]

Combined Headcanons (just for fun!)

continuation of my Heartsteel College AU headcanons post!! feel free to use this for shipping purposes or whatever, I tried to put them in some kind of order by person!

Sett and Yone had to take a physiology class together once and Sett brought a bunch of homemade cookies at the end of the term. Ever since Sett learned Yone was a permanently exhausted pre-med student he has made an effort to bring food to office hours/study groups to share with him

K'Sante and Yone took an 8AM lecture together once and bonded because they were the only two people who were ever both on time and fully awake for it

Ezreal shows Yone the coolest places to take walks on campus when Yone needs a break from work, like cool public artwork and parks he’s found nearby

Yone enjoys reading the poetry Aphelios publishes under his pseudonym, even though Aphelios doesn’t know it

Yone longs to be more involved in the music side of campus and Aphelios encourages him to pick up an instrument again. Yone goes to every orchestra, jazz band, and choir performance he can

Yone has gone to one of Kayn's band’s shows and occasionally listens while Kayn practices guitar

Alune works at the café where Yone gets his coffee most mornings

Yone and Alune also study together occasionally since Alune’s bio classes sometimes overlap with Yone’s pre-med ones, and they share notes when they take the same class

Sett and K'Sante met by always being at the gym at the weirdest times (like 6AM before a practice meet) until they each went "hey, I should learn this guy's name since I see him 3 times a week"

Once they’ve become friends, Sett and K'Sante start going to each other's home competitions and hyping each other up

Ezreal has gone to a party at Sett's fraternity where Sett practically had to carry him out at midnight for being too drunk (he didn't drink a lot, he's just a lightweight)

Sett and Aphelios didn't really "meet" before Heartsteel, but Aphelios goes to Alune's a capella performances and sometimes he sees Sett there during crossover/multi-group events

Sett and Kayn spar for fun sometimes because Kayn used to do martial arts before college, and they occasionally trade fighting techniques from different disciplines

Sett will model for Alune's fashion projects. He knows a bit about how to sew, so he'll occasionally help her with tailoring things

Ezreal and K'Sante will act for Alune if she needs someone for a video or photoshoot

K'Sante met Ezreal by asking him for help with a source for an anthropology project while Ezreal was working as a librarian, and Ezreal kept offering him more and more books to use

K'Sante and Aphelios have crossed paths in the music department while practicing after classes. K’Sante learned a bit of sign language so he could talk with Aphelios more easily

Kayn doesn't dance with a group, but he likes going to the dance shows and finds out that some of his favorite dances were K'Sante's choreography. Eventually, after Heartsteel forms, K’Sante teaches Kayn how to dance hip-hop (they both love it)

Aphelios has had to help Ezreal find his way out when he got lost in the computer science building while he was looking for a cool new study spot

In return, Ezreal has had to wake Aphelios up because it was midnight and he’d fallen asleep in the library and Ezreal needed everyone to leave so he could close

Ezreal and Kayn both joined the parliamentary debate club their freshman year and immediately hated each other's guts. They often sided against each other for the sake of getting to argue with each other and not because they actually supported the positions they were debating

Ezreal and Kayn have become partners in crime by repeatedly seeing each other in places they're not allowed to go ("You're not supposed to be in here!" "Neither are you!"). They occasionally cross paths in places neither of them should reasonably be able to get to (like the rooftops of a tall building) via Ezreal’s teleportation and Kayn’s wall-phasing and have agreed to not tell on each other

Alune and Ezreal were in a play together once. They’re both the right amount dramatic to get along with each other, and Aphelios met Ezreal when Alune was hanging out with him after a rehearsal

Kayn and Aphelios have both made things in the jewelry studio - Kayn making spiky silver earrings and rings and Aphelios making delicate necklaces

Aphelios and Kayn took a painting class together one term and saw each other in the studio often. They still occasionally see each other at figure drawing sessions

Kayn plays a bunch of video games and will always playtest Aphelios's game projects and give him feedback

Aphelios and Alune live in the same area of campus and are often seen walking home together. Alune is trying to teach Phel how to skateboard, but he’s committed to biking everywhere

Aphelios and Alune always go to each other’s performances (with permission), since they both have a bit of social anxiety and it helps to know someone is in the crowd supporting them

Alune and Kayn have been to a skate park together and Kayn is teaching Alune how to skateboard

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel yone #heartsteel sett #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel alune #not even gonna try to tag every ship #use these for whatever u want #i love them A Lot!!

[demontonic]

Hi! If you’re still taking requests, may I ask for Kylo Ren asking female reader out on a date? He’s very shy and nervous and not sure she’ll say yes, but she does! He’s a murderous bean but we love him

i love my men murderous🫶🏼making this a modern college au because i cannot imagine Kylo Ren having a lil crushy crush on one of his generals

Kylo Ren - Would you?

You’d been aquatinted with Kylo for months now, you honestly would have never talked to him by yourself because his entire aura was intimidating. Both of you were friends of a friend whom you had told you found the brooding man insanely attractive and well, she took that as an invitation to take matters into her own hands. You couldn’t have expected anything else honestly she was just confident in friend making skills and after meeting him so were you. Though it seemed like a cheesy college rom com at this point you didn’t mind, especially with the way he looked at you. His eyes alone held so much of his emotion, for the most part he remained monotone and unbothered but eyes dont lie. Sometimes his fleeting glances made your heart flutter, and sometimes it made your entire body tense. Those brown eyes could be void of emotion, or full of enchantment gleaming with admiration. That’s all it was, he admired you for your beauty, charisma, even the way you viewed life itself, he was completely enamored of you. So today while you sat in the library studying for your semester finals, you were aware of every stolen glance. His every movement down to the way his fingers picked at the table, you knew he was ridden with anxiety.

“If you keep fidgeting like that I’m scared you’ll start vibrating in your seat.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“If anything you’re keeping me company, especially since you stopped taking notes ten minutes ago.”

“Right, I guess my mind is somewhere else today.”

“Sharing is caring, what’s got you so bothered?”

What bothered him? What didnt bother him would be a shorter list, he was a walking ball of anxiety despite his cold demeanor. Not in the way that had him scared to talk to people, but in the sense he had no idea what he was soing with his life. He felt like his purpose was so unclear, like he was meant for something huge but also nothing at the same time. His mother was kind, brave, and hard working wheras his father was brute, carefree, and aggravating. Such combination in one household had caused him to lose sight of what he wanted because he wanted them to be proud of him. It was difficult taking into account the vast differences between them, it’s not like they were any less in love but it made his aspirations muddy. When he met you however it was like he had certain purposs, suddenly he stopped waiting for the praise to leave the mouth of his parents and started looking to you. Why he hadn’t quite understood until a week ago, you sat infront of the window while it was raining. The library was closing in an hour so the lights had dimmed, you were reading a book for your class and drinking some sort of tea. There was the answer, he could see himself spending nights with you just soaking in each others presence, enjoying the silence and peace between you two. It’d been there the entire time, you had barely spent time apart since you started talking, you just melded together so effortlessly. His heart was set but he didn’t know how to convey such intense feelings, he couldn’t possibly expect you to reciprocate his feelings but he could hope. Would you laugh? Would you push him away? Would you leave him?

“Would you stay… with me?”

“What?”

“Would-… if I told you something, despite what it is would you stay?”

“Of course Kylo, you can trust me.”

Hearts pounded in their cages, eyes locking with one another as time seemed to slow as the words formed on his tongue. Breathing slowed as your skin ran cold, the anticipation was suffocating as you waited for his confession.

“I love you.”

Relief washed over the both of you as his secret had been revealed and your feelings towards him were validated.

“I love you too.”

A smile, shared by the both of you, basking in the purity of the moment.

“Does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

“I’d say we’ve been on study dates for months, of course I will.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[padfootagain]

Hello everyone! It’s still hard to believe that I’ve hit 6k followers this month! I can’t believe there are so many of you interested in my silly little stories!!

In order to celebrate, I’ve asked you what kind of event you wanted, and you’ve voted for the tropes/AU event! So, here we go! I’m going to use the same prompts as a previous event, as I prepared a pretty thorough prompt list already.

I hope you have fun during this event!

Carole, what is all this new mess now?

The idea is simple: you can make a request for a character I write for (the list of characters is under the cut) by choosing a prompt in the lists that are (also) under the cut. You can add specific details if you have a more precise idea (but please, remember that I do not write nsfw content). In the coming weeks, I’ll write all your requests! I will accept a maximum of 15 requests, or as many requests as I will have received in the next 72 hours, depending on how many requests are submitted! The requests for this event will thus be open between today (August 14 2023) and Thursday (August 17 2023).

How can we request a fic?

You can request a fic by sending me a message through my inbox. I will not accept requests sent through private messages because it is very difficult for me to keep track of them that way. You can, however, request a fic on or off anon. So, if you’re a little shy, don’t hesitate to send me an anonymous ask!

You must choose a character in the list under the cut, for whom I will write a one-shot using the prompt you have chosen (the list is also under the cut). You can write down only the letter/number corresponding to the prompt you’ve chosen instead of copying them in full if it’s easier for you. You can choose an AU or a trope or an AU and a trope. You can also add whether you would prefer some fluff, angst or hurt/comfort.

You can include additional details if you have a specific idea and want to see it included in the fic ; however, I can reject a request if I don’t feel comfortable with the details you’ve added.

Your request must thus include :

A character from the list below

A prompt from the list below

The combinations for the prompts can be :

An AU only

A trope only

An AU + a trope

For example, you can request :

Caspian, modern AU

OR Caspian, Friends to lovers

OR Caspian, modern AU, Friends to lovers

If you have any questions regarding the event, don’t hesitate to ask me! Also, a little nice word in the request is always nice, don’t forget to at least say ‘hi’ :)

I hope you have fun with this event! I can’t wait to see the combinations you will choose!

Thank you all for your support! Have a lovely day! :)

Characters :

Ben Barnes

Caspian

Ryan Brenner

Logan Delos

Sam Adams (Ben Barnes’s character)

The Darkling

Sirius Black

Blackinnon

Wolfstar

Remus Lupin

Jily

Poe Dameron

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ahsoka Tano

AUs :

Modern AU

Florist/ tattoo artist AU

Soulmates AU

Neighbours AU

Roommates AU

Historical AU

Professor AU

Bookshop or library AU

Bodyguard AU

Coffeeshop AU

College AU

Painter or artist AU

Royalty AU

Coworkers AU

Parents AU

Tropes :

Only one bed

Road trip

Caught in a snowstorm

Friends to lovers

Mutual pinning

Enemies to lovers

Idiots in love

Angry love confession

Established relationship

Drunken confession

Wounded character leads to confession

Rivals to lovers

Fake dating

Secret dating 

Arranged marriage

Domestic bliss

Jealousy angst with a happy ending

Poorly-timed confession

Friends with benefits to lovers

Forbidden love

Highly romantic dance scene

Oh… oh no…

Wrong time to right time

"I'm not good enough for you."

Miscommunication

Heard the confession spoken when the other thought they were asleep

Arranged date

Almost kissing

Kissing under the rain

"Please, don't leave…"

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"you're different." | hyunho

College AU - Cheerleader!Hyunjin x Nerd!Minho - oneshot

words: 9.8k // warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol abuse/parties // 18+ dni if you are a minor //

Minho never liked sports.

Well, he never did until he saw him. Seungmin had pleaded with Minho to go with him to the football game the school was holding that evening, and even though he hated sports, he would go. For Seungmin. He wasn't even sure how they had become such close friends, them being in different years, but when they both picked up the same nerdy science book in the library at the start of the year, they had clicked. Seungmin was a sophomore, Minho was a senior. He had successfully avoided any and all sports activities and events - until now. Seungmin only wanted to go to support his classmate, Jeongin. They sat in one of the middle rows of the bleachers, Seungmin waving over to his friend who was standing with the rest of the cheerleader squad. Then he sees him. Minho had to do a double take, thinking the light was just playing a cruel joke on him, but there he stood. The most beautiful man he's ever seen.

Hyunjin had become a cheerleader as soon as tryouts started, already equipped with the gymnastic and acrobatic skills needed as well as experience from school. In school, he took extra classes for trampolining and gymnastics to hopefully get a scholarship for college - it worked. He met his best friend Felix during tryouts - the two have been inseparable since. If you saw one, you knew the other would be close behind. They did everything together, they may as well be attached at the hip. The only time they weren't together were parties. Hyunjin did not enjoy parties all that much. He also hated the stereotype that all jocks and cheerleaders were stupid - he was not stupid and neither were his friends. For example, Changbin took a mathematics major and he was one of the best Footballers he had ever seen.

"You have to come tonight!" Felix pleads, holding Hyunjin's hand and flashing his pretty doe eyes.

"If I say yes, will you let go of my hand?" Hyunjin sighs.

"I like holding your hand." Felix smiles.

"Oh, get a room." Jeongin rolls his eyes.

"Your boyfriend came to see you~ Maybe you two should get a room with your gay asses." Felix teases, gesturing to Seungmin. Hyunjin and Jeongin look over, the younger waving to his friend and slapping Felix's shoulder playfully. Hyunjin's eye catches on the man next to Seungmin, lips curling into a smile as he looks away. Now him, if he went tonight, he would go too.

"What's so wrong with being gay?" Hyunjin moves the teasing to Felix, watching him furrow his brows and look at him.

"Hyunjin, baby, darling, light of my life, I do not care if he's gay, look at us as proof, I care that he would be dating a nerd." Felix corrects. "I mean, they're all so weird and boring."

"Only because you can't pull anyone, even the nerds." Hyunjin huffs, stretching his arms.

"And you're stupid so they make you look bad." Jeongin adds. Felix gasps, offended at such accusations. Before he can even argue back, they're called into position.

Hyunjin was over the party as soon as he got there. Jeongin had abandoned him to find his friend, Felix had dragged him over to his other best friend and his friends - Chan, Changbin and Jisung. After a few drinks, he was just not having any fun. Yes, so fun to see couples eating each other's faces on every surface you turn to and people chugging an inhumane amount of alcohol. His idea of fun was to lay in bed with a book, or paint, hell, he'd even prefer to go to the gym. He heads into the kitchen to fetch another horrible tasting concoction, noticing Jeongin speaking to his friend Seungmin and that guy. He pours himself a drink into his red cup and heads over to them.

Minho was also fed up of the party. He enjoyed parties, sure, but not ones filled to the brim with idiotic jocks and their empty-brained cheerleaders. He was sure an eight year old was smarter than all of them combined. He drank quite quickly, hoping liquid courage would give him the strength to stay. 'For Seungmin' he would remind himself after every drink. He was sure his boredom was clear as day on his face and he had hoped it would stop anyone approaching him. But nothing stopped Hyunjin's curiosity. "So this is your friend?" Hyunjin asks Jeongin.

"Yes, Seungmin and this one is Minho." Jeongin gestures to them respectively, Minho just nodding as a greeting. "Guys, this is Hyunjin."

"You did great today." Seungmin smiles politely.

"Thanks." Hyunjin shrugs. He really didn't know how to reply to compliments, making him seem egotistical when in reality he is just not used to it. In school, people would have rathered cut a finger off than even look at him. That's when he decided he needed to change, grow his hair, hit the gym, clear up his skin - which he did.

"I'm surprised you haven't left." Jeongin chuckles, downing his drink.

"So Felix can hound me about it in the morning? No thanks." He huffs, following Jeongin and downing his drink too. He has to hold back a gag at the strength of the alcohol, did he even add a mixer?

"Not a party person?" Seungmin asks.

"Not really. I know, very out of character for a cheerleader, but it's just... Ugh." He rolls his eyes, handing Jeongin his cup and he grabs them both new drinks.

"Cheerleader who hates parties? Now that is surprising." Minho chuckles, sipping his drink. Hyunjin isn't sure how to react to the unreadable tone, just smiling and leaning on the kitchen counter that isn't occupied by some couple trying to consume each other. Even if Minho was insulting him, he didn't care - he just focused on his beauty. The way his face scrunches when he smiles, he wants to grab his camera and capture it. Jeongin hands Hyunjin a radioactive-looking drink, sipping his own. Hyunjin sips it, nose scrunching in disgust.

"Hyunjin!" A woman calls from behind him and he looks over, forcing a smile.

"Hey, Soyeon." He greets.

"Where's Chan?" She furrows her brows, expecting him to be with Hyunjin and Felix - they usually were all together at parties.

"Living room last I checked." He states and she smiles, kissing his cheek and running off through the crowd of people.

"Are you two..." Seungmin trails off, but it's clear what he wants to ask.

"Friends can kiss, you know. If they can't, she would be dating half of the football team." Hyunjin didn't mean for his tone to be so aggressive, immediately regretting the attack. He just hated assumptions. He hides his face as he takes a drink, quickly finishing the cup. He was sure that his liver was going to fail after that, already feeling it aging 20 years ahead of him.

"So does that mean we can kiss?" Jeongin smiles teasingly, poking Hyunjin's chest.

"In your dreams." Hyunjin chuckles. "I'm gonna go find Felix, you guys have fun." Hyunjin waves and pushes through the people, finally finding Felix with Chan, Soyeon, Changbin and Jisung.

"Hyunjinnie!" Changbin smiles, immediately cuddling into Hyunjin's side. They all drink and talk for a while, Hyunjin excusing himself to the toilet. He's glad the music drowns out the moans throughout the bedrooms, but they're still there, assaulting his ears. It's really disgusting, he thinks, I mean, can they really not wait until they get back to their dorm? As he approaches the bathroom, the door swings open and knocks him in the head. He stumbles back, holding his forehead.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" A familiar voice calls, causing him to look up to see Minho.

"It's okay." Hyunjin shrugs, rubbing the sore spot a little. "Maybe it knocked some brain cells into me." He jokes.

"Let me see." Minho frowns and moves Hyunjin's hand, rubbing a thumb gently over the small red bump forming. Hyunjin's breath hitches at how close he is - even a gentle breeze would crash their bodies together. His eyes fall onto Minho's face, watching his brows furrow and eyes droop in guilt as he observes Hyunjin's forehead. His hands were smooth, his touch gentle against the light ache on his forehead. He can feel Minho's breath on his neck, caressing his skin and suddenly the room feels very hot and very small and his nerves light up in anticipation. His cheeks flush red and he jumps back once he realizes how close he really is.

"See? It's fine. Nothing to worry about. See you around!" Hyunjin stumbles over his words, quickly entering the bathroom and locking the door. He covers his face as he throws his back against the door, blushing a deep red and sliding down to the floor. He eventually composes himself, doing what he originally intended to do and head back downstairs. He decides to call it a night, dipping out of the house when no one's looking and doing the short walk back to his dorm.

Minho stands in the hallway for a few moments, processing what just happened. He smiles to himself, glancing back at the door. He really made the most popular cheerleader flustered, now that was an achievement. He excuses it as the alcohol, but deep down he hopes it was because it was Minho touching him. Hyunjin's perfume lingers around him and he basks in it for a few moments,how did he just have a cheerleading performance and still smell so beautiful?  He felt fondness grow as he exhaled, composing himself and heading back downstairs.

Hyunjin flops onto the bed, room still spinning as he strips down to his boxers. He knows his dorm mate - Felix - won't be home tonight, probably staying in someone else's bed tonight so that gives Hyunjin all the privacy he wanted. He closes his eyes, thinking back to the altercation between him and Minho. He remembers how gentle his touch was, thoughts wandering to if he would be as gentle in bed or would he throw Hyunjin around like a toy. He can feel his dick growing in his boxers and he slips them off, stroking himself slowly. He continues imagining how Minho would look on top of him, using his body to get himself off. Would Minho wreck him? Leave him crying and trembling? Would Hyunjin let him?

Hyunjin opens his nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and rubbing some onto his fingers. He presses his finger to his hole, pressing both inside of him. He gasps, slowly thrusting them. Would Minho do this, too? He presses his fingers into his prostate, gasping and pressing again. He speeds up his fingers, "Minho!" He moans. He continues moaning his name, squeezing his eyes shut as he cums all over his own chest and stomach. He pants, slowly removing his fingers. When he's recovered, he grabs some tissues from the nightstand and cleans himself up, putting the bottle of lube back into the drawer and shutting it. He throws the tissue into the trash, pulling his boxers back on and turning onto his side.

The next few weeks, all Hyunjin can think about is Minho. The bruise on his forehead faded quickly, only small, but it had served as a reminder of then. If he knew what classes he took, he would try to catch him 'accidentally' just to speak to him again. He couldn't ask Jeongin, however, knowing he'll immediately assume he has a crush. He does not. Just because he jacks off to the thought of him and imagines going on dates with him and thinks of him everyday does not mean he has a crush. No, he can't. He sighs, looking out the window. This class was so boring when students asked long winded questions, especially when if they had just read the material they would know the answer. It's not hard.

Minho had also thought about Hyunjin everyday, even when he had his alone time in the shower at night. He imagined what it would be like to paint Hyunjin's lips with his cum, his soft brown eyes staring up at him as he licks it up like a good kitty drinking his milk. He imagines how much Hyunjin would squirm under him, how much he would moan and beg.

He had found out Hyunjin's schedule from Seungmin, who had found out from Jeongin during casual conversation. He never asked for this information nor seemed interested when he was told, but this was the best news Seungmin had ever given him. He learnt that Hyunjin would spend every Thursday in the library as it was his day off, either reading or catching up with coursework. On Saturdays, he went to the gym and on Sundays, he would go for a long walk outside of campus for art inspiration. Minho also had Thursday morning free, taking the opportunity to 'accidentally' bump into him.

Minho enters the library at 10am - which is much earlier than he would ever wake up normally. He strolls through the book aisles, finding a book he likes the look of and scans the tables. He sees Hyunjin sitting alone at a desk in the corner, workbook open and typing quickly on his laptop with one earphone in. He sipped an iced coffee before resuming typing. Minho hesitates, was this weird? What if Hyunjin wasn't interested in being seen with someone like him? He doesn't get to decide as he blows his cover by dropping his book, a loud smack echoes through the library. The librarians glare at him and he mines a 'sorry' as he picks it up. Hyunjin's head snaps up, a small smile creeping onto his lips when he sees Minho. "It's you."

"Hi, again." Minho waves awkwardly, standing behind one of the chairs. "Any new brain cells?" He jokes.

"I wish, but no, sadly. You can sit if you'd like to, I'm just getting some work done." Hyunjin fully smiles. Minho accepts the offer, sitting down. Hyunjin looks back at his screen, resuming his typing and Minho opens his book. He pretends to read but he's unable to concentrate with Hyunjin opposite him. Hyunjin sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth, concentrating, well, trying to. He has to remember to breathe normally, not letting his mind wander to unholy places. Hyunjin glances up - it was so obvious Minho was not reading that damn book. "You're not reading." Hyunjin observes, causing the older to look up from his book with wide eyes.

"I am!" He defends, the tips of his ears reddening.

"Oh yeah?" Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, looking up from his screen. "What sentence did you just read without cheating?" Minho doesn't answer, just staring at him. He really didn't have an answer, a good lie even, mind completely going blank. He really hated this. "Why did you really come here?"

"To read." Minho doubles down, looking back at his book. He was not about to confess he only came to see his face again, that he's been unable to get Hyunjin's flustered face out of his head since the party. That everytime he closes his eyes, he sees his face and whenever his mind is not focused on work, it's focused on him. He felt like a nerdy teenage girl who was crushing on the school's 'it boy' - it was embarrassing. "What are you writing?"

"Essay." Hyunjin states, turning the page in his workout and scanning over the words. "It's due at midnight but I've had no time to get started until now." Hyunjin sighs, leaning back in his seat. "I tried to get started last night but Felix kicked me out of the dorm to get laid."

"I bet you'll get revenge on him soon enough." Minho jokes.

"Yeah, I wish." Hyunjin huffs. "I might as well become a nun." Hyunjin jokes, sitting back up properly.

"You are full of surprises." Minho observes, expecting him to be quite sexually active, considering he was a cheerleader. That was their whole thing.

"Maybe you're just full of assumptions." An awkward silence falls between them and Hyunjin had never been so relieved to see Jisung running over to him. Jisung was in his gym clothes, sweaty and hair slicked back.

"Please tell me you have the notes for class." He begs.

"Who said you can speak to me? Besides, my knowledge isn't cheap." Hyunjin looks at him, deadpan. He was joking. Kinda. He would give his notes over, anyway, but he just loved to toy with the shorter man.

"You serious?" Jisung raises an eyebrow and sighs as Hyunjin just shrugs. "I'll buy you Starbucks?"

"Hmmm." Hyunjin crosses his arms.

"I'll do anything, please, I cannot fail this class." Jisung begs, holding his hands together.

"You really need to learn to take your own notes." Hyunjin sighs, opening his bag, opening the notebook and flicking through the pages until he finds the page of the neatest notes you've ever seen. He takes a picture, sending it to Jisung. "That's the best you're getting from me."

"Thank you!" Jisung smiles, hugging Hyunjin who tries to pull away. "I owe you my life." He runs out of the library.

"Ugh." Hyunjin brushes his clothes off. He could feel Jisung's sweat still linger on him and he contemplated running back to his dorm to shower, grossed out. He really was not a fan of touch, especially when the person was drenched with sweat and smelling like a whole gym locker room. Hyunjin was blessed with never smelling bad, always smelling like he's fresh out of the shower. He glances at Minho, who actually started reading the book during their conversation. "What are you doing for lunch?" Hyunjin drags his attention back to him.

"Meeting with Seungmin and going to the canteen, what about you?" Minho looks up from his book.

"Oh, probably nothing, just studying." Hyunjin shrugs, looking back as his computer dejected. He was hoping Minho didn't have plans, that maybe they could get lunch together, but he didn't want to make him cancel on his friend if he's already made an obligation. Minho pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and uses it as a bookmark, closing the book.

"You're not gonna eat lunch?" Minho questions.

"I will, after everyone else." Hyunjin lies, checking the time. "If you're grabbing lunch, you might want to go now. It gets busy soon." Hyunjin suggests. Minho nods and stands, grabbing his book.

"Make sure you do, skipping meals is not good, you know." Minho smiles softly, heading off to check out his book and meet with Seungmin. Seungmin is waiting outside the canteen doors, scrolling through his phone as he leans on the wall. He slips it in his pocket when he sees Minho, waving.

"Jeongin is joining us, by the way." Seungmin smiles. Minho nods, joining him in leaning on the wall. Jeongin appears a few minutes later, Felix in tow. "Hey!" Seungmin smiles, waving.

"I hope it's okay Felix joins us." Jeongin smiles back, Felix just crossing his arms.

"Not hanging with your bestie?" Minho asks, looking at the blond.

"If anyone interrupts his studying, they will not be walking out of here." Felix chuckles, shaking his head. 'But he let me disturb him?' Minho thinks to himself, following the others into the canteen. Maybe Hyunjin was just polite, it totally had nothing to do with the fact he was pining for Minho like a teenager in love. The canteen was always really busy, people sticking to their own 'cliques' at tables - it was very reminiscent of high school. They all queue up to grab their lunch, Jeongin leading the way to the end of the jock table. Jeongin knows no one would dare to say anything about letting nerds sit with them, scared of Chan and Changbin's reaction to upsetting their beloved maknae. Minho sits in the end seat, Felix next to him. Minho doesn't even listen to the conversation around him, picking at his food as he thinks of the handsome cheerleader.

They had made this a routine, Minho 'accidentally' finding Hyunjin in the library every Thursday morning and sitting at his table with a book or his own coursework. The table was always quiet, neither feeling the need to break the silence and instead to just enjoy each other's company. It was motivating for Hyunjin to keep on top of his workload, even taking on extra-credit classes. Hyunjin would always stay behind when Minho left for lunch, typing away on his laptop like time wasn't even moving. Minho didn't want to pull him out of his concentration to invite him to lunch, instead just waving and leaving without a word.

Minho wasn't sure how they ended up here.

Hyunjin had woken up late on Sunday, staring up at the ceiling in bed. He usually would get up, shower and take himself for a long walk to the local forest for art inspiration and some pretty photos. Today, he just didn't want to move - he wanted to curl up and go back to sleep. He knew it was the hangover from the party Felix dragged him to last night, neither getting back to the dorms until the early hours of the morning. He eventually gains the energy to sit up, looking over to Felix who was still fast asleep in his bed. He pushes himself through his morning routine - a nice warm shower, brushing his teeth, doing his skincare and finding a comfortable outfit for the day. Today he decided on some loose black trousers, a white tee and a chunky knitted cream cardigan. He slipped the strap to his camera around neck. He slung his tote bag filled with art supplies over his shoulder. He heads into their shared kitchen and grabs the fruit he had prepared yesterday, dropping the tub into his bag and throwing his keys into his pocket, walking through campus.

Most people were still in bed hungover or in their dorms, everything empty except for the few crazy people who also never took Sunday as a rest day, people like him who stayed productive all week. The sun was shining today, although there was still a harsh breeze that gripped onto Hyunjin's skin as he strolls towards the exit. A familiar face catches his eyes and he smiles to himself, catching up to him. "Morning, Minho."

"Morning." Minho turns around and smiles. "Going to the library?" Minho already knew he wasn't, but he didn't want Hyunjin to know that Minho had memorized his whole schedule from Seungmin. That's a one way ticket to being labeled a stalker.

"Oh, no, no, I'm going for a walk." Hyunjin chuckles, looking down. He found it really hard to form sentences when those eyes stared back at him, observing him so intently. He hated how flustered he would get when Minho would catch his eye across the room or any of his friends catching him staring, which he always came up with quick excuses for. "Would you like to join me? I mean, if you're not busy-" Hyunjin fidgets with his hands, keeping his head down.

"I would like that." Minho smiles. "Lead the way." Hyunjin nods and continues walking, taking Minho to his favorite spot. It was a hidden forest a half an hour walk from campus, a large lake hidden behind the bushes. Hyunjin had made a small hole to crawl through when he comes, squeezing through and helping Minho through. There were stepping stones to get to the other side to the flower field, Hyunjin hopping over easily. He turns around to see Minho staring at the mossy stones with anxiety.

"The water isn't very deep, don't worry!" Hyunjin calls over from the other side of the lake. The stones weren't big enough for two feet, but he quickly came up with a solution to get Minho over safely. He steps back over, holding out his hands. "Come on, I'll make sure you don't fall." He smiles. Minho reluctantly rests his hands onto Hyunjin's, taking a step forward as Hyunjin steps backwards. He wobbles a little, but Hyunjin just tightens his hands around Minho's to keep him upright. They make it over the stones safely, Hyunjin letting go of Minho's hands and turning away. A blush paints onto his cheek and he bites his lip. Minho looks around, observing the surroundings.

Hyunjin pulls out his camera, snapping a picture of Minho staring at the pink blossom trees that overhang above the lake. Minho was amazed this place was so close to their dorms and yet he'd never been here, or even known it existed. Hyunjin captures some more pictures of the blooming flowers and the way the sun reflects off of the clear water. He eventually leads Minho down the mud path to the flower field, brushing petals off of an old picnic bench nearby and sitting down. Minho sits opposite him, looking around. Hyunjin pulls out his sketchbook, his paints and a jar. He strolls back over to the lake, scooping some water into the jar and heading back to sit at the picnic table. Minho watches in fascination as Hyunjin starts painting, no sketch or anything, just painting whatever feels right.

As Hyunjin waits for the bottom layer to dry, he pulls out his fruit pot and opens it, offering Minho some. "It's fresh." He smiles. Minho takes a plump strawberry, biting into it as Hyunjin eats a grape. "If you walk down the river bank, there's a pond at the end with ducks and a wooden fishing pier. I don't recommend standing on it, though, it's really old and I don't think it's stable, but the ducks are really friendly." Hyunjin explains, smiling.

"How did you find this place?" Minho asks, grabbing a green grape from the pot and plopping it into his mouth.

"When I moved into my dorm, I wanted to explore local areas and I just stumbled across it." Hyunjin shrugs. "I never tell anyone it's here, I don't want them to ruin it."

"But you told me." Minho counters, tilting his head in curiosity.

"You're different." Is all Hyunjin replies before looking back at his painting, checking how dry it is. Minho blushes lightly, looking down at the table. They let the silence overtake them again as Hyunjin adds details to his painting, them both still eating the fruit Hyunjin had brought with them. After a few hours of painting, Hyunjin packs up his paints and leaves the sketchbook on the table to dry as he rises from his seat. He grabs a small bag of bird feed from his bag and leaves it on the table, pouring some of the contents into the fruit pot with the squashy fruit that neither wanted to eat. He smiles, gesturing for Minho to follow him, which he does. Hyunjin leads him to the pond, kneeling on the floor as a few of the ducks rush over, quacking. He places the pot into the floor, letting the ducks eat as he gently pets each one. Minho stays back, watching. "Guys this is Minho, okay? He's friendly, so be nice to him." Hyunjin speaks softly to the ducks.

They stay with the ducks until the food is gone, Hyunjin standing from the floor and brushing off his pants. He grabs the pot and turns to Minho, who is watching him with a fond smile. "What?" Hyunjin asks sheepishly.

"The ducks really like you." Minho gestures to the way they nip at his ankles for more attention, quacking.

"I come here and feed them every Sunday, so I guess they just see me as their weekly food delivery." Hyunjin chuckles, "the sun is starting to set, we should go." Hyunjin leads the way back to the bench, collecting his things and carrying the jar of water. He refuses to pollute the nature here with the paint water, so he always carries it out of the forest before dumping it. Minho braves the stepping stones alone, making it without falling, barely. Hyunjin makes it look effortless. They crawl back through the opening in the bushes, leaving through the small path. Once by the main road again, Hyunjin pours the water down the drain.

"Thank you for inviting me today. I enjoyed it." Minho smiles, looking at the man beside him.

"You're welcome." He answers timidly and looks down, blushing lightly. Hyunjin had never shown someone something so precious to him before, a warm feeling in his heart at the fact they enjoyed it like he did. He's never even gone with Felix before. Hyunjin can't believe someone he met a few weeks ago had become too dear to him, even if he may never tell him.

It's the start of the competitive season, meaning Hyunjin was much busier than he had been the previous weeks. Practices ran on for longer, started earlier and were more frequent throughout the week - on top of his already busy class schedule. He didn't just have performances with the football team, but also state competitions to attend. He felt like he was drowning in responsibilities. He was managing his grades quite well, the teachers allowing him extra time to complete assignments due to his cheerleading, given that's the only reason he came to this college - the scholarship. He made sure to never miss Thursday mornings in the library, however, the only time he gets to truly relax. One morning, he's just not able to concentrate on the work in front of him. He sighs, putting his head in his hands and leans back in his chair. "You okay?" Minho asks, looking up from his book.

"It's too much." Hyunjin removes his hands from his face, stress plastered over his face.

"What is?" Minho places his book down, giving Hyunjin his full attention.

"This! This stupid assignment and the stupid competitions and- Ugh!" Hyunjin sighs in exasperation, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. "I'm fine." He sits back up properly, looking back at his laptop.

"You need a break." Minho states.

"I don't have time for that." Hyunjin shakes his head, forcing a smile and getting back to his assignment.

"When was the last time you ate something?" Minho asks, tilting his head.

"I don't know, yesterday sometime." Hyunjin shrugs, checking his workbook and typing again.

"Food is good for concentration and energy, you know. Please have lunch today." Minho frowns at the way Hyunjin shakes his head, ignoring him. "Why not?"

"I have practice at lunch." Hyunjin states, Minho can hear the annoyance in his voice but he was stubborn, he was not going to accept Hyunjin skipping lunch over something stupid as a grade.

"Then after." Minho crosses his arms. "You know, not eating enough lowers muscle mass and energy levels and that would really affect your performance at competitions. You don't want to let your team down, do you? That's why you're working so hard, after all." It may be a low blow, but Hyunjin seemed to respond to that, raising his head from his laptop and looking at him.

"Does it really lower muscle mass?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah, your body doesn't just attack fat when you eat that little, it also attacks your muscles for energy because you're not giving it energy with food." Minho educates, hoping it gets through to him. "And no, fruit is not a substitute for a balanced meal."

"Okay, fine." He gives in, saving his work and shoving it into his bag with his workbook. Minho puts his book away and takes Hyunjin to the canteen. Seungmin and Jeongin are already there with the rest of Hyunjin's friends, waving at the two as they get into the queue. Hyunjin gets something healthy and some diet soda, sitting next to Felix. Minho sits opposite him.

"Can we just skip practice?" Felix complains, picking at his lunch.

"Don't be lazy." Chan shakes his head, sighing in exasperation. "Eat your food."

"You have to look forward to the party Saturday, which you can only go to if you work hard today." Changbin bribes.

"You only want us to win because you graduate this year." Felix sighs, pushing his tray away.

"And we've never lost before, pretty embarrassing to lose because of you." Hyunjin chuckles, taking a bite of his food and grabbing Felix's fork, picking up some of his food and making him eat it.

"This food sucks." Felix frowns, eating his mouthful.

"Is this all you do? Complain?" Jeongin digs.

"I don't complain that much." Felix pouts, eating his food on his own now.

"You do." Hyunjin counters. He glances at Minho, who looks away and at his own tray with a blush. They continue bickering while everyone finishes their food. "Guys what's the time?" Hyunjin asks, sipping his soda.

"It just turned 1pm, why?" Jisung answers and Hyunjin pulls his phone out from his pocket.

"Assignment results should be out now." Hyunjin navigates through his portal, finding his results and opening them. 96%. He does a small dance, smiling as he reads his feedback.

"How'd you do? I got 63%." Jisung sighs. "The feedback was so harsh, as well."

"I got 96%. Why are your grades so bad recently? Are you doing okay?" Hyunjin looks at him with a small frown.

"I'm just not finding the time to study. I'll work on it." Jisung smiles. "I'll beat you next time." He challenges, smirking. Jisung was really smart, but he just never applied himself to get the grades to show that, preferring to do things he finds fun like football or working out.

"You're on." They fist bump, putting their phones back into their pockets.

"If you need any study help, I'm free." Minho offers, looking at Jisung.

"You'd really help me?" Jisung smiles, Minho nods enthusiastically and smiles back. "Thank you!"

"We have practice, now. We're gonna be late." Felix stands, everyone following suit. Seungmin and Minho wave, heading to their class while everyone else goes to practice.

Saturday night comes and the party is very much needed, everyone finally relaxing and letting loose from their busy week. Even Hyunjin was enjoying himself, dancing and drinking more than he ever does at these stupid parties. He leaves the dancefloor for a refill, brushing his hair back that's stuck to his face and pouring a drink of half vodka and half lemonade. He looks around, the kitchen unusually quiet. He tastes his drink, nodding in satisfaction and finding his way back to Felix in the crowd. "Come outside with us!~" Felix pulls on Hyunjin's hand, him just accepting it. A lot of people were swimming in the pool or relaxing on the pool chairs. Chan lights a smoke, offering everyone one. Hyunjin shakes his head, leaning on the wall for stability.

"You look like you're having fun." Felix observes, leaning next to Hyunjin.

"Hm?" Hyunjin looks at him blankly.

"Are you having fun for a change?" Felix asks, smiling.

"I am!" Hyunjin smiles, nodding. He knows it would be better if he was with Minho, but he hadn't seen him all night so he assumed he didn't come this time. He rarely did attend these parties, even when Hyunjin begged him, so it wasn't a surprise he didn't come. He was a little disappointed. "I need to pee!" He groans, pushing himself off the wall and finding his balance.

"We'll be out here if you need us." Felix assures and Hyunjin nods, heading back inside and sipping his drink. He finally makes it up the stairs and to the bathroom - which is thankfully empty -, does his business and makes his way back to the living room, being careful not to fall over. He spots Minho leaning on the wall and talking to Jeongin, cutting through the crowd to see him.

"Hey~." Hyunjin smiles, waving.

"Hey." Minho smiles back. "You having fun?"

"Yes! This is exactly what I needed!" Hyunjin smiles, grabbing Minho's hand. "Dance with me!" He doesn't give Minho a choice, dragging him into the crowd with his hand around his wrist. Minho follows Hyunjin's lead, resting a hand on his waist. Minho hadn't drunk nearly as much as Hyunjin, it being noticeable through the way his dancing is more stiff than the man in front of him, but he still had a lot more than he usually would - if he hadn't drunk at all, there was no way he would've been dancing right now. Hyunjin takes a sip of his drink then presses the cup to Minho's lips, letting him finish the rest of the cup.

"Do you want a refill?" Minho offers, holding the cup.

"I'll come with you." Hyunjin nods and Minho leads the way to the kitchen, fingers intertwined so they don't get separated. Hyunjin would usually become a flustered mess over these small touches, but he's full of liquid courage and ready to risk it all tonight. Minho grabs a cup of his own, pouring them both fresh drinks. Hyunjin leans on the counter next to him, watching. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol but Minho looked stunning under the colored lights tonight, his lip forming a small smile as he inspects his face. Minho hands him a cup, sipping his own. Hyunjin thanks him and drinks.

Chan brings out the shots not long later - by 2am Hyunjin is surprised he's even able to walk. Minho had stuck by his side all night, going along with whatever Hyunjin wanted to do. Minho suggests - no, he tells Hyunjin it's time to leave at 3:30am. Hyunjin tries to argue back, but just accepts his fate when Minho grabs his hand and starts leading him towards the door. Hyunjin interlocks their fingers, biting his lip. "Where's your dorm?" Minho asks, rubbing his thumb softly over the back of Hyunjin's hand. Minho may also be drunk, but he was in much better shape than Hyunjin right now so it was his responsibility to get him back. Hyunjin points at a nearby building, Minho walking that way. It shouldn't take this long for Minho to find Hyunjin's dorm, but Hyunjin's directions were worse than a 4 year olds and they ended up going in multiple circles before they finally arrived at Hyunjin's door. Hyunjin hands Minho his keys and he opens the door, Hyunjin heading inside.

Hyunjin kicks off his shoes, turning to face Minho who is watching him by the door, leant on the door frame. "Are you not coming in?" He frowns. Minho tilts his head, furrowing his brows. Hyunjin holds out his hands. "Sleep with me tonight." Minho blushes, looking down.

"You're drunk." He chuckles, shaking his head.

"So are you." Hyunjin chuckles, grabbing Minho's arm and pulling him to him, their bodies crashing together. "So, stay with me tonight." Hyunjin wraps his arms around Minho's waist, eyes flicking down to his lips and back to Minho's eyes. Minho notices, smirking. The tension was so thick, even the sharpest knife couldn't cut through it. They've been dancing around each other for weeks, neither having the courage to make the first move, neither wanting to ruin a friendship for something unreciprocated. Minho gives in, leaning forward and connecting their lips softly. Hyunjin kisses back as Minho's hands slide to his waist - the kiss is gentle. Minho slowly pulls away, placing a hand on Hyunjin's cheek and watching his face redden under his skin. "Does that mean you'll stay tonight?"

Hyunjin wakes to Felix slamming the door to the dorm, rubbing his eyes and looking over at him. Minho is still fast asleep, curled up into his side. Felix doesn't even bother to look at Hyunjin, flopping down face down in bed. The glimpse that Hyunjin caught of his face showed how annoyed Felix was. Hyunjin glances at his nightstand to his alarm clock- 9:23am. It was too early for one of Felix's temper tantrums, especially when Minho was sleeping so peacefully next to him in the clothes from last night. They shared kisses as they laid in bed until they fell asleep, not bothering to get changed. "What happened?" Hyunjin croaks, clearing his throat.

"Jisung and I lost our phones." Felix lifts his head from the pillow, looking at Hyunjin. "Then when Chan tried calling you to help us find it, you didn't answer."

"Sorry, I must've put it on do not disturb." Hyunjin sighs, patting his pockets to find his phone. He lifts the blanket, looking but it's not there. "Where the fuck is my phone?" He holds his head, a sharp, splitting pain assaulting him as soon as he moves.

"Not you too." Felix sighs, sitting up. Hyunjin carefully checks Minho's pockets, pulling Minho's phone out but not finding his own. "Why is he in your bed anyway?" Felix furrows his brows, only just now noticing the man cuddled into Hyunjin's side.

"Mind your business." Hyunjin glares at him, slipping out of Minho's grip and standing up to look around the floor.

"Oh my god, did you two-" Felix is cut off by a cushion colliding with his face, he grabs it and throws it back but Hyunjin catches it. Hyunjin nudges Minho's shoulder gently, waking him from his sleep.

"Have you seen my phone?" Hyunjin asks softly, Minho shakes his head and hides his face into the pillow. Hyunjin smiles softly, all of his previous annoyance melting from his body as he watches him. Minho pulls himself up, looking at Hyunjin tiredly. "Sorry for waking you."

"You lost your phone?" Minho yawns, rubbing his eye.

"Three of us have." Felix chimes in. Minho takes his phone from Hyunjin's hand, sending a text to Seungmin to help look for them if he's not already been awoken by Jeongin.

"Where have you guys looked?" Minho asks.

"The dorms, where we were last night and where we would've walked to get back. They're nowhere to be seen." Felix sighs.

"Do you have a laptop?" Hyunjin reaches under his bed, handing his macbook over to Minho and unlocking it. Hyunjin's already signed into his apple ID, making Minho's job of finding the phones much easier. He gets up 'Find My Iphone', the location for Hyunjin's phone pinging immediately. "Last seen just now in... I don't know whose room that is." Minho shows Hyunjin the screen, his face dropping. Hyunjin stands without a word, storming out of the room. Felix and Minho jump up and follow him, Minho still carrying the laptop. They pass Chan and Changbin on the way, Felix gesturing for them to follow, which they do. Hyunjin reaches the location his phone pinged from, banging on the door loudly until it opens.

"Dude it's too early-" Ryujin groans, rubbing her eyes.

"Give me my phone back." Hyunjin demands, crossing his arms.

"What makes you think I took it?" She crosses her arms too.

"I have location tracking, dumbass. Now, give it back." Hyunjin huffs.

"You're no fun, you know that?" She sighs, disappearing into her dorm for a few moments before handing him the three missing phones. He hands Felix his and Jisung's, slipping his own into his pocket. She rolls her eyes and slams the door.

"I'm going back to bed." Hyunjin sighs, holding his hand out for Minho who shakes his head.

"I should get back and get changed, I'll see you around." Minho places the laptop into Hyunjin's hand and runs off back to his dorm. He runs into the dorm, leaning against the door as he shuts it behind him. Seungmin is lying in bed, scrolling through twitter.

"Where were you last night?" He asks, placing his phone on the bed next to him.

"I stayed with Hyunjin last night and we may have kissed." Minho smiles. Seungmin sits up quickly, eyes wide. "You cannot tell a soul, you hear me? I don't think he wants the others to know." Minho sits next to Seungmin on his bed, crossing his legs. Seungmin turns to face him as Minho shares every detail from last night, from dancing to ending up back in Hyunjin's dorm, Seungmin gasping and clapping excitedly for him. Minho can't help but get embarrassed explaining the kiss, covering his face with his hands and grinning.

Hyunjin doesn't see Minho until after the first competition he has on Friday, catching him in the hallway as they all arrive back at the college in the evening. Minho was with Seungmin, sitting on the floor by the canteen, waiting for them. As soon as Seungmin sees Jeongin, he jumps up and runs over to him, hugging him. Minho stands, waving at Hyunjin. "How was it?" Seungmin asks.

"We won, obviously." Jeongin grins and hugs Seungmin closely.

"Congrats." Minho smiles, walking over to Hyunjin.

"Thank you." Hyunjin smiles back, looking down. "This is only the start of the season so we still have lots to go, though."

"And you'll dominate them, too." Minho reassures, rubbing his shoulder.

"I'll break the news to Chan, Jisung and Changbin that we need another song." Felix chuckles.

"You make your own music too?" Minho asks, surprised.

"Yeah, it gives us an advantage." Felix smiles. "I'm gonna go see them now. See you in the morning!" Felix waves and runs off towards Chan and Changbin's dorm, planning to stay there for the night. All party plans were suspended until the competitive season was over for a while and everyone went home for the holidays. The competitive season lasted until May, if they made it that far, but there were a few weeks between competitions that meant they could at least party once a month minimum. Seungmin and Jeongin also bid their goodbyes, heading to Seungmin and Minho's dorm for some one-on-one time. They were really close like Felix and Hyunjin were.

"So..." Hyunjin trails off, fidgeting with his fingers at the awkwardness that is now shared between them. Ever since the kiss, they've both been at a loss for words around each other. Hyunjin was still embarrassed at how needy he was when he got that drunk and Minho just didn't know what to say anymore. He had so much he wanted to say, but nothing felt appropriate to say to someone of Hyunjin's status. He believes the kiss was a matter of convenience and not because Hyunjin was deeply in love with him. "Do you want to go to my dorm and talk?" Hyunjin asks.

"Sure." Minho nods, following the taller one as he leads him back to his dorm. They both remove their shoes when they enter, Hyunjin sitting on his bed with his legs crossed and patting the space next to him for Minho to do the same - which he does.

"I don't think I've ever asked you what your course is." Hyunjin chuckles, deciding that they should really get to know each other. Considering they spend every Thursday together, they've never actually sat and spoke about themselves; their course, hobbies, passions, aspirations, or even plans for when they graduate, which for Minho is the end of this academic year.

"I take science with math. What about you?"

"I do literature with art. So you want to be a doctor?" Hyunjin looks at him.

"Something along that lines. I'm actually not sure what I want to do when I graduate, I'm just taking things as they come, y'know? I would prefer to become a dancer, but there was no way I was getting on a course for that." Minho explains, fidgeting with the hem of his trousers.

"I love dancing! I actually used to take classes in school, but since I came to college I simply don't have the time anymore. I'm hoping I at least can become a writer or editor, if I don't get any offers while competing - even then, I don't think I'll accept them." Hyunjin smiles.

"Why?" Minho looks at him, tilting his head a little.

"It's a very stressful job and it brings a lot of attention, I mean, while we're at competitions we have tons of different agencies scouting for just one person in the crowd of hundreds of potential candidates. One agency paid for my scholarship, but I haven't received an offer to stay to work for them when I graduate. I know that's why my teachers push us so hard because they want the money that comes with our contracts if we get them, Felix and I have the most potential which is why we get pushed harder than the rest." He explains, sighing. "We're not just competing for a cheerleading career, but a modeling career too and there are even beauty and fashion companies there. It's why we get put on diets and strict workout regimes so often, because to them we're a product and our sell date is short for our age. It pays really good money but at what cost? I like being creative more than I like having money."

"They're stupid not to see that you're perfect as you are and that there's nothing for you to change." Minho rests a hand on Hyunjin's knee, "you don't need to change a thing." Hyunjin blushes lightly and keeps his eyes fixed onto a crease in the blanket ahead of him at the words, not used to hearing them - Minho would change that, even if it's the last thing he does in this life. "Look at me." Minho puts a hand on Hyunjin's cheek and turns Hyunjin's face to face him. "Don't change a thing, okay? Show them you, not what they want you to be." Hyunjin nods, leaning into Minho's gentle touch.

"I hope one day I can see me the way you do." Hyunjin smiles sadly. He wishes to swap bodies with Minho just to be able to see himself from his eyes, would he still feel bad about himself? What exactly does Minho see in him? What makes Minho stay? Hyunjin knew he wasn't someone people fell in love with, but rather someone to love for a passing time until their love is ready to serve it's true purpose. He can't even fathom the idea that someone with a brain like Minho's would choose him out of a crowd, nevermind an agency recruiter with hundreds of thousands of people they see a day. His words felt coated with sugar but inside were the bitterest of apples - they didn't feel honest.

"I hope so, too." Minho strokes his thumb over Hyunjin's cheek. They stare at each other in silence, communicating with just their eyes instead of words. Eyes tell stories that words can't express, of experiences not to be told and emotions not yet understood by words. They were truly a window to a person's soul. Minho leans forward, connecting their lips together for the first time since their drunken moment, letting Hyunjin set the pace. It starts off sweet, soft, but Hyunjin deepens it, parting his lips for Minho to allow his tongue to explore his mouth. He opens his legs, gripping Minho's shirt and guiding Minho on top of him. They pull away for air, Minho watching Hyunjin's expressions carefully.

"Do you have plans tonight?" Hyunjin pants, Minho shaking his head. "Good." Hyunjin leans forward, kissing Minho with a passion that he's been holding back the whole time they've known each other. Since the moment he saw him, he's imagined himself in much lewder positions than this - he wants him so bad. Minho disconnects their lips, trailing kisses down Hyunjin's neck and removing his shirt to continue the trail down his chest and stomach. He takes care to kiss every inch, thumbs rubbing into his upper thighs. Hyunjin gasps, his pants suddenly way too restricting. Minho kisses above his waistline, sliding off his pants and boxers achingly slow. He continue his kissing-assault down his thighs, before finally giving his dick the attention it's been craving by licking a stripe up his length so slowly Hyunjin wants to grab Minho's hair and force him down.

"Lube?" Minho asks, Hyunjin nods and pulls open his nightstand drawer, digging around and pulling out a small bottle of lube, placing it in Minho's hand. He pops open the cap, pouring some onto two fingers and rubbing it between them to warm it up. He presses a finger against his hole.

"Wait." Hyunjin gasps, Minho pausing and looking up at him. "I've never actually... Done this, before."

"Had sex?" Minho furrows his brows.

"No, I've never... Bottomed before." Hyunjin blushes at the confession, looking back up at the ceiling.

"I'll be gentle." He reassures.

"No, I can take it, do whatever you want to me." Hyunjin shakes his head and Minho was happy to oblige. He presses two fingers into Hyunjin, thrusting them slowly and scissoring them out to stretch Hyunjin thoroughly. It felt so much better than when Hyunjin would to do it alone, reaching spots his fingers cannot reach. Minho's fingers graze Hyunjin's prostate and he gasps, closing his eyes. He thrusts his fingers faster, using his other hand to stroke Hyunjin's length while his tongue teases the tip. Hyunjin reaches his hand down to run his fingers through Minho's hair. Hyunjin wondered how many times he had done this before, how many people he's ruined under his skilled hands, did Minho really get laid more than him? "I'm so close." Hyunjin whines, but Minho doesn't stop, if anything he presses his fingers harder into him. It only takes another skilled swipe of Minho's tongue and another thrust of his fingers to shove him over the edge as cum spills into Minho's mouth and over his stomach. Minho slips his fingers out, swallowing the cum that spilt into his mouth and kissing the inside of Hyunjin's thighs lightly.

He stands from the bed, stripping himself off and crawling between Hyunjin's legs, kissing him again. He pours some of the lube onto his own dick, stroking himself a few times before slowly pushing into Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls away from the kiss to moan and grip onto Minho's arm. Minho stops when he's fully inside, letting Hyunjin adjust before he starts thrusting. The slow pace doesn't last long, Minho setting a brutal pace and Hyunjin can do is take it. His moans echo off of the walls around them, hands gripping the sheets. Hyunjin swears he sees God when Minho grabs his dick, rubbing his thumb across the tip before he strokes him in time with his thrusts. Before he can come, Minho pulls out. "Turn over." He orders, Hyunjin obeying and gets on his hands and knees. Minho thrusts back into him hard, causing Hyunjin to throw his head back with a moan. Minho leans forward to kiss Hyunjin's neck, leaving love bites in places he knows he won't be able to hide. Hyunjin's legs shake, the heat building in his stomach - Minho was getting close too, thrusts becoming more harsh. Hyunjin is unable to even warn Minho when he comes, arms collapsing under him as his chest falls onto the bed. Minho follows shortly after, catching his breath before pulling out.

Hyunjin lays on his back, panting, as Minho grabs the wipes he can see in the drawer and cleans them both up. He reaches down onto the floor, grabbing their boxers and dressing them both. He finally lays down, holding Hyunjin as he cuddles into his side, stroking his hair softly. Hyunjin falls asleep within minutes.

The next morning, Hyunjin wakes not long after Minho, who is scrolling through twitter with one hand and the other arm around Hyunjin's waist. He rubs his eyes, looking up from his spot on Minho's chest and at him. Minho notices he's awake and locks his phone, placing it next to him and looking at Hyunjin. "Good morning." He smiles, stroking a strand of hair out of Hyunjin's face. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did. Did you?" Hyunjin croaks, yawning. Truthfully, that was the best sleep he's every had. He wasn't sure if the ache in his back was from the competition or from what they did last night, his other muscles not nearly as sore.

"I did." Minho nods. Hyunjin reaches over Minho's chest, grabbing his phone and checking the time as well as his notifications. It was 9am and Chan had sent at least 10 messages asking what time he was coming to the gym as they normally met by 8am at the latest, Hyunjin sighs and places his phone back on the nightstand. He sits up, stretching and releasing another yawn. He doesn't even get a chance to get ready, however, before the door swings open and Chan walks in with Felix.

"You're late- Oh my god." Chan notices the situation he’s just walked into and turns away, resting a hand on his hip and staring at the wall. Hyunjin and Minho both blush deeply, Hyunjin pulling the blanket up to cover his chest as Minho hides his face in the pillow below him.

"Oh my god!" Felix gasps, covering his mouth with wide eyes.

"Can you shut the door at least?!" Hyunjin glares at them, Chan nodding and shutting it behind them before he finally turns back to face them.

"Wow, um..." Chan sighs, at a loss for words. This is not what he was expecting to see so early in the morning, especially when Felix assured him that 'Hyunjin just overslept like always!'. The room is filled with awkward tension, no one knowing what to say. Felix is in shock, still trying to process that Hyunjin and Minho actually slept together. Chan is just more embarrassed that he has seen them both presumably naked than the fact he knows what they did. Hyunjin's love bites were clear, fresh on his neck.

"So, considering you've already done your cardio, no gym?" Felix jokes, unable to cope with the silence anymore. Hyunjin grabs his shirt and launches it at Felix, who catches it and laughs, throwing it back.

"It feels like I've been caught by my disappointed parents." Minho chuckles, sitting up and reaching for his clothes on the floor, slipping his shirt on.

"I'm... I’m so confused." Chan rubs his forehead. "How did this even happen?" He gestures to the two of them.

"Do you really need a lesson on the birds and the bees?" Hyunjin joins in with the joking as he pulls his shirt on, watching Chan just shake his head and sigh again. Felix and Chan decide to let them get dressed, heading back to the gym to meet the others that are waiting for them. Hyunjin pulls on some sweatpants and changes into a clean tank top, tying up his hair. Minho slips on his trousers and wraps his arms around Hyunjin's waist, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I'll see you later." 

{ @mixtape-racha }

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College football Bucky sending Steve a little tease from his dorm room.

https://at.tumblr.com/kvracc/705525871873867776/riw7572x9w4w

Your 🍑

[Link] to a photo of a muscular guy's ass, thighs, and the curve of his back, taken at an angle with the help of a mirror.

I'm assuming you mean American football because I'm *sigh* unfortunately American

MADDIE, GET OVER HERE!

(@maddiewritesstucky who, for the uninitiated, is the QUEEN of football stucky AUs with her jock 'verse)

((And yes, these thoughts will be heavily and shamelessly inspired by her incredible AU))

Steve. is. just. trying. to. study.

He's sitting in the library when he gets that fucking photo on his stupid phone that he forgot to put on do not disturb. So, of course, it vibrates his phone but also his smart watch.

So the notification is on Steve's mind to double the effect, hell, even triple or quadruple the effect when he makes the bad decision to glance from his work to his watch.

Bucky.

Bucky is the one who's texted him. And there's no detail. Only the very unhelpful automatic description of:

"Picture"

There is no following text.

Steve doesn't get another notification.

He shouldn't look at it. It's probably nothing. It's probably a stupid creep shot of Wilson or Barton making a funny face, snoozing on the couch after pulling an all-nighter. It's probably a photo of Thor that he drunkenly took on Bucky's phone instead of his own when attempting to give a memento of his college to Jane. It's probably a custom-made meme of Couch Fury. It's probably a photo of the small, scrappy white cat that hangs out around the team house. It's nothing. It's not worth interrupting his study time over.

But.

There's no caption.

No explanation.

Nothing.

And Steve is nothing but a curious cat waiting to be drawn in and killed for his curiosity by the delicious trouble that Bucky presents. Time and time again.

So, he opens his stupid, non-silent phone and-

Oh.

Steve's face heats red. And before he can bite the sound back, a whine slides out of his suddenly parted lips in the middle of the otherwise silent library. Just moments ago, he had been thinking, absently about how loud just the turning of pages sounded and now...

Steve drops his head into the center of his open textbook, groaning as silently as he can. Then, unsuccessfully stifling another whine against the boring, overcrowded pages when that image invades his mind once more: Bucky, laying on his front, in his room, naked, alone, and arching his back for the camera. For the mirror. Presenting himself.

Steve thinks too much about it. Bucky's posing, posing, posing... taking photos... lying on his bed... and then he's getting tired of waiting and slicks his fingers up. Dripping lube over them until they're nice and sloppy and wet. He teases himself with them, then... circling his fingertips around his twitching, pink rim. Eventually sliding those thick, long fingers in and biting his lip, shutting his eyes, rocking back onto his own hand. Moaning for dick. Moaning for Steve. Craving dick in the most slutty, unabashed way.

And Steve's not there to see it.

And Steve's not there to see it.

Fuck.

Steve wants to whine again.

Bucky is no hard top--he won't turn his nose up at the offer to have his ass eaten or get offended when broaching the topic of being fingered or fucked, but it's not often he's in the mood to be fucked. Normally, he's much more focused on Steve's ass, much more focused on melting Steve's brain out of his ears via an extremely thorough dicking.

So, the fact that it sure fucking looks like he's in the mood to get dicked down and Steve is missing it!?

Christ.

Steve needs a moment to unironically grieve.

If only--

If only he had decided to study at the house today instead of the library. Why? Why?

Steve feels a whole shudder go through him from head to toe and not just through his suddenly very hard dick when his brain combines the memories he has of the sparse occasions when he has put his tongue or fingers or dick up Bucky's ass and that picture... The panting, groaning swears Bucky grits out as he's being stretched out. The flex of his huge, thick thighs. The shape of his ass. And the way it feels when Steve finally, fucking finally, sinks all the way into his impossibly tight heat and that thick ass presses against him, unfairly soft for how much of it is muscle.

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead harder into his textbook. He hopes he looks overwhelmed in a holy-shit-college-is-too-hard-and-I'm-thinking-about-dropping-out way and NOT a god-I'm-so-hard-that-I-might-die way.

...Steve's phone vibrates again. Then, his watch does too.

"Picture"

Fuck.

Steve feels his temperature jump at least five degrees. Whatever is in the second photo is gonna be so much better worse, he just knows.

Fuck, James "Bucky" Barnes.

Another buzz.

Shit. Steve inhales shakily. How's he gonna get out of here? He thinks, already sweating more, c'mon, he's in fucking sweatpants. Everyone's gonna see the wood he's sporting unless he pulls a fucking middle school move and holds his stupid, expensive-ass textbook over his crotch and waddles out.

This time, the notification is a text. Not a photo.

Don't you dare leave me on read, Rogers.

Steve doesn't know if the second, unknown photo is worse or better than those words, read straight off of his smartwatch when he lifts his head outta his book just enough to see. Then hits his head back down. Pathetic.

The threat, in text form, reminds Steve of all the times he's been in a position of "more control" and Bucky's weaved his long, powerful fingers into his hair to drag him around like a puppy on a leash while his mouth curled into the most wolfish kind of smiles, ordering him around. Knowing Steve will do whatever he says. He has him wrapped around his finger.

"Always so easy, Rogers. You sure you can even think with anything but your dick?" Bucky's past voice breathes down Steve's exposed neck like hot breath.

Another small, high sound spills over Steve's lower lip where it's tucked between his teeth.

He was alone in this corner of the library the last time he checked. His whimpers could've attracted someone else though. If they didn't think he was whining over his homework, admitting defeat, and giving in to a good cry. But... fuck.

Is he really debating jerking off in the library?

What fucking low has Bucky brought him to?

What has Bucky done to his head?

Steve must really sound like he's crying into his folded arms now. Panting. Chest heaving. His dick is so hard in his sweats he wouldn't be surprised if when he does, somehow, get himself in control, and stands he'll have an obvious wet spot. They are grey sweatpants... light enough that any stains would be visible. And he doesn't have a sweatshirt with him to tie around his waist! Just his tight t-shirt.

God.

Why does he fucking own grey sweatpants?

When did he think it was a good idea? Much less a good idea to wear them in public? No matter now comfortable they are.

Buzz says his phone. Buzz copies his watch.

Rogers...

Steve pushes a hand through his hair, messing it up but not caring at all because he's too busy hoping that pulling on it a little will pull himself together.

Is this hell?

This feels like hell.

He can't go anywhere with his dick fully hard--throbbing. And he can't escape the barrage of messages from his hot as fuck teammate slash fuck buddy. So, all he can do is collapse under the barrage of filthy images being generated in his mind which simply makes the whole situation worse and worse and worse. He can not run. He can not hide.

How, when Bucky is the one that wants his dick in his ass, does Steve end up being the one fucked?

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