#i have the university pack and it would be fun having them go to college together

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Daddy Issues

older rockstar eddie x band mates daughter fem!reader

summary: you finally get to see corroded coffin live, and you really want to fuck the lead singer/guitarist, the only thing is he’s your dads best friend and your dad is the bassist.

⚠️warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, pictures are purely for aesthetic purposes, mentions of alcoholism, little mention of eddies past drug abuse, mentions of childhood trauma, age gap (reader is 21, eddie is in his 50s), dom eddie, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, spit play, cream pie, daddy kink, eddie and reader are bi.

A/N: another one shot, I actually enjoy writing these. Let me know what you think, I’m not sure whether I like this or not but, fuck it! It was fun to write.

It’s been four years since your dad became the bassist for corroded coffin, when he got the call after his audition you were already packing your things up for college—being accepted into Perdue university majoring in psychology.

You and your dad had a rocky relationship almost all of your life. He was an alcoholic and chronic womanizer, he cheated on your mom and every other woman that gave him the time of day—of course you loved him, but there were just too many things said and done that could never be taken back. He lived the rockstar lifestyle in every sense of the word for as long as you could remember, even being kicked out of bands for his rowdy behavior—so it was an utter miracle when he finally decided to go to rehab and get help, that was two years before he started touring with corroded coffin— now he’s completely changed his life around, which you couldn’t be more happy about. Since, he’s gotten extremely close to his band mate Eddie who is the guitarist and lead singer —they’ve apparently become best friends, Eddie even helping your dad with his sobriety since he had a drug problem years back, almost acting as his sponsor and trying to sway him from going back to that life as often as he could. You’ve never been able to meet any of the guys but you’ve watched some of their interviews during long nights of studying and have said hi through FaceTime calls, on occasion—you might have also developed a mini crush on the guitarist, but you’d never admit that.

After finally graduating college and returning home, you’ve been staying with your dad and his new wife Catherine—until you can fully get on your feet. Things have been great, but trying to hook up with men and women in your fathers house is just weird, even though he allows you your privacy and tries not to ask questions. In college you weren’t really the hook up type—you focused more on your studies, you may or may not have been fucking your English professor on the side, but we’re not gonna get into that.

It’s a lovely Friday afternoon when you get a FaceTime call from your dad, he’s been out of town for a couple weeks touring surrounding cities, and he has a show tomorrow night in town.

“Hello?” You say raising the phone to your face

“Hey, angel” your dad says—you can hear loud instruments in the background so they must be doing sound check

“Hey, dad what’s up?” You say with a sweet smile

“Just missed you kiddo, wanted to call and check in” he says warmly

“Miss you too, how’s tour?” You question

“Tours good, as good as it can be, now.” he says with a chuckle

You giggle back, knowing exactly what he means.

“Hey, listen angel, would you want to come to our show tomorrow night? Meet the guys and hangout backstage?” He questions with hopeful eyes

“Yeah, of course I’d love to!” You answer back with a big smile

“Okay, cool. I’ll put your name down on the list, when you get here just give it to them and they’ll bring you backstage” he says with excitement

“Cool, can’t wait! I’ll see you tomorrow then, be safe dad” you say shooting him one last smile

“Bye angel, see you tomorrow” he says before hanging up

As the day goes on and rolls into the next, you start getting ready for the show. You’re excited to see your dad—but you can’t lie to yourself, you’re really excited to see the sexy guitarist/lead singer, so of course you’re going to dress to impress— not that you have a chance, but a girl can dream

You have an hour before the show starts, you took forever to get ready perfecting your makeup and hair— you decide to wear your white corroded coffin shirt your dad sent you awhile back tucked into a plaid mini skirt, socks and your low platform doc martens. Finally you climb into your little Prius and head out to the show.

When you arrive it’s packed, the line is almost down the street, and there’s hints of weed smoke in the air. You walk up to the entrance door and give your name to the gentleman wearing a headset— as you give him your name, he says something into it and then ushers you off to head backstage.

You finally get backstage after pushing your way through a crowd— your dad spots you before you get the chance to look around, calling out to you with his hands cupped around his mouth, as you see him you smile and saunter over to him.

“Angel, I’m so happy you made it” he says as he fidgets around— he always gets nervous before a show no matter how many he’s played

He leans in and gives you a hug while kissing the top of your head— “of course I made it” you say as you both pull away

“I want to officially introduce you to the guys, let me find them first” he says

“It’s okay dad, just wait until after the show” you insist — “actually, where can I find a bathroom?” You ask

After your dad directs you to the nearest restroom you begin your quest but quickly get lost, you come across a couple red doors, as you’re walking down the hall one of them swings open and you come face to face with Eddie Munson, the man that has been haunting your dreams for 4 years, he walks out with a pretty blonde girl but she continues walking back to the crowd.

“Well hello,” he says with a smile — “you lost?” He asks

“Oh uh, no no I’m not lost” is all you’re able to stutter out

“You sure?” He says with curious eyes “pretty girl like you shouldn’t be back here, alone.” he says with a smirk

“Yeah,” you say clearing your throat “I’m not lost, I’m actually looking for the restroom” you say with pink tinted cheeks matching those of a cherub

Eddie’s eyes trail all over your body and back to your face as he licks his lips “I’m Matt’s daughter, y/n” you spit out as you hold out your hand. Fuck, why did you say that? He’s not gonna want you, after learning you’re his best friends, daughter.

“Oh, shit. Um, hi nice to meet you,” he says as he shakes your hand

“I gotta head back, we’re about to go on stage.” he says as he does his best to avoid looking at any other part of your body

“Ok” is all you can say, tone laced in disappointment

After you head to the backstage area, you decide to watch your dad and Eddie play from the side stage. The show is amazing, the crowd is crazy; with crowd surfers and pits, the whole band looks totally in their element, like they all really love what they do, which warmed your heart.

After the second encore is over, the guys clamber backstage, sweaty and out of breathe. Your dad picks you up and swings your body around, still buzzing off the high from performing, placing you down. He starts to call out to his band mates

“Guys, guys” he says as he waves his hands around. “this is my daughter, y/n. Y/n, these are the guys: Eddie, Gareth and Jeff” he says as he points to each individually

They all say “hi” in unison with a wave. All, except Eddie.

You wave back as you let out a shy “hi”

As you continue with your night, hanging out with your dad and the guys backstage. Some talks of going to a bar come up, and obviously your dad declines per suggested by Eddie. You see how close, him and your dad are. Laughing at only jokes they understood and silently talking with their eyes. You’ve never known your dad to keep friendships or relationships for that matter, so it was refreshing to see.

Your dad comes up to you to bid you a goodbye. He says that he needs to go home to see his wife and avoid all this temptation, you and Eddie chuckle at that.

“Well, I’ll go with you.” you say to him

“No, no. You stay here, hang out, get to know the guys, have fun, angel” he says as he heads towards the exit.

As the night went on you talked a lot with Gareth and Jeff about your dad, touring and how corroded coffin started. They were older and married so there were surprisingly no groupies backstage like you normally picture at a metal show. Eddie wasn’t married but he was trying to cut back on his sexual appetite of both men and women alike. He had his fare share of hook ups, and by fare share you mean he’s had a lot of sex and a lot of different partners all over the world since the 90s. But, as much as eddie was trying to control his “appetite” he couldn’t help but secretly sneak looks at you and your hot little body. Fuck, if you were both around the same age and you had come to one of his shows in the 90s, he would’ve definitely snatched you out of the crowd. He couldn’t deny your beauty, you must’ve gotten that from your mom, he thinks to himself.

Gareth and Jeff both head to the bar with their manager to have a couple drinks, while you and Eddie decline. As they leave Eddie whispers out a “fuck” while looking at his phone.

“You okay?” You ask

He looks up from his phone, as his jaw clenches.

“Uber keeps canceling” he says through gritted teeth

“Where are you headed? I drove here, I can just drop you off where you need to go.” you offer sweetly

“You sure?” He says with his eyebrows raised and eyes wide

“Yeah of course, I’m parked just over here.” you say as you head to the car park. You glance back to check if he’s following behind, as you do he shoots you a little side smile

You press the button on your keys unlocking the doors and before you can even get to it, Eddie is racing around to open it for you.

“It’s the least I can do” he says sending you a wink, that almost made your knees buckle. He gets in and after putting his hotel address in the maps app on your phone, you and him get to talking, laughing and maybe even a little flirting, if you’re reading it correctly, It’s almost like you both had known each other in a past life. You’ve never understood, why people say cheesy shit like that but woah, now you do.

Eddie can’t help but look at you when you talk, he’s enamored by your beauty and how eloquently you carry yourself, but you’re also witty and sarcastic, which he loves. You kind of remind him of himself just way prettier with an almost old soul maturity, he’s never had

As you pull up to his hotel, you don’t want to say goodbye, you wish you had the balls to ask if you could hang out more with him, but that might be weird considering you’re his friend/band mates daughter, and if your dad ever found out you were hanging out with Eddie one on one in his hotel, who knows how he’d react, your dad was kind of a loose canon in that way.

Suddenly Eddie’s voice broke you out of your all consuming thoughts—“do you want to uh, come up? I have a bottle of wine I don’t wanna finish alone” he says with a smile and the most adorable puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen

“Um” you says as you stare at your dash board “yeah, shit why not?” You say as you smile back, you park into one of the open spots and head up to Eddie’s hotel room.

Once inside he tells you to get comfortable, and says you can sit or lay on the bed if you’d like, so you choose the latter— you toe off your docs and crawl onto the king sized bed, plopping your head against the fluffy pillow—as you lay there your eyes follow Eddie around the room, his pants hanging low on his hips, shirt hiked up a bit from him rubbing his hand underneath it, he grabs two glasses and the bottle of wine out of the small fridge and walks back to the bed setting them down on the nightstand— “I’m gonna take a quick shower, is that okay? Like five minutes I just want to rinse off” he says — “be my guest” you say as you gesture towards the bathroom, making him smile

He wasn’t lying when he said five minutes because once you heard the shower stop you looked at the time on your phone and it had been exactly five minutes—butterflies began erupting in the pit of your stomach, you’re alone with this man you have fantasied about for years, thinking those thoughts would never come to fruition, since the whole situation was completely taboo—but holy shit here you are in his hotel room alone with him, if you wanted to make a move you totally could.

Eddie walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his hips water droplets adorning his skin, holy fuck was all you could think as you gawked at him from your place on the bed

“You like what you see?” He says to you with a devious smirk

“I do” you accidentally blurt out, cherub cheeks returning from earlier

“Oh?” Eddie says with his eyebrows raised “is that right?” His tone becoming increasingly more sexy and almost dark

At this point you’re so turned on you say “fuck it” and decide to indulge in his little game, hoping the prize is his dick buried deep inside of you by the end “mhmm I do, Eddie” you say as you bite your lip—that’s the first time you’ve said his name all night and it made his dick twitch, well that and that sexy fucking look on your face—he can’t hold back any longer, he knew what he was doing inviting you up, but he held out hope that he could be strong and just have a little night cap with a friend who he’s instantly clicked with, but Eddies not as strong as he thought he was.

“Watch out baby, not sure you know what you’re asking for, there” he says with a pleased look on his face — “Eddie I’m a grown woman, I know exactly what I’m asking for” you challenge back with a raised eyebrow -oh you were good- he thought to himself

“You sure that’s what you want, princess?” He asks eyes almost as eager as yours—the pet name made your pussy flutter

“Yes, Eddie I want you, please?” You say with innocent eyes as he’s walking up to the side of the bed you’re sitting on, the wine on the nightstand completely forgotten about

“Mmm, not sure you can handle me, baby” he says back with a shit eating grin

“Well then I guess your gunna have to stretch my tight little pussy out so I can, handle you” you shoot back with a smile matching his—Eddie’s face instantly dropping into a look of hunger that made a chill run down your spine, and made your heart speed up

As his thighs hit the side of the bed, you get up on your knees and crawled over to him, he reaches out grabbing your lower back and pulling you flush against his body— but instead of kissing you like you expected, he reaches to put some hair behind your ear as he whispers out a “so beautiful” that made your eyes slightly water—growing up you never heard words of affirmation, like that and now every time you did, it made you want to cry

“Thank you” you whisper back with a wobbly voice

Eddie grabs your chin and brings your eyes up to look at his—“you okay, sweet thing?” He asks and you nod with a smile

“I really want this Eddie” you whisper back “I have for awhile”

He seems taken aback by your words as his eyes widen

“What do you mean for awhile?” He says curiously

“Ever since I watched a stupid interview of yours after my dad made the band” —- the mention of your dad, slightly making him cringe but not enough to stop

“Did you have a little crush on me, baby?” He says cockily

“I did”—“I do” you say as you correct yourself

“Aw, that’s cute, that’s real cute”—“what the boys in college not doing it for you?” He teases

“I’m not interested in boys” you shoot back “I only associate with men” you say with the same eloquence he thought about in the car

“Well lucky for you baby, I’m all man” he says making you snort out a laugh at his cheesy line

He tackles you onto the bed playfully, as he kisses all over your face—this felt too perfect, like it’s something you both had been doing for years, not like you’d just met for the first time tonight

Finally he kisses your lips, giving you a few pecks before it starts to turn heavy, he slips his tongue into your mouth rubbing it against yours, he was an amazing kisser—you definitely didn’t want to think about how he’d gotten that way—but woah you’ve never gotten wet from just making out before—his hands start to roam over your body, down to your thighs, spreading them apart so he can fit between them. He breaks the kiss to look down at your spread legs—pretty red see through panties on display for him “fuck” he moans out as he notices the wet spot, just for him—“look at that baby” he whispered down to you “fucking pussies already so wet for me”—“did my kisses do that to you, baby?” He asks

“Yes, everything you do gets me so wet” you whine out

“Mmm, is that right?” — “I like the sound of that, maybe I’ll keep you, princess. Use this wet little pussy every time I come back from a show, would you like that?” — “I would, daddy, I would love that” you moan out

“Daddy?” Eddie says as his eyebrows raise into his bangs

“Shit, sorry if that’s weird” you say back tone full of embarrassment

“Ya know, it shouldn’t turn me on coming from you, but fuck, everything you do is so sexy”—-“well lucky for you I never call my dad that, it’s only reserved for someone special” you say as you bite your lip—“oh really? Special you say?” He says with a smirk—-“okay yeah, I can be your daddy, that means something different to you kids today anyway, right?” He says “I’m not a kid, but yeah exactly” you say back

Eddie begins kissing you again, this time with more passion and desire, he reaches down between your thighs rubbing over you clothed pussy—“can I take your panties off, sweet girl?” He says as his eyes bore down into yours

“Yes, please” you say in a sweet tantalizing voice

He begins ridding you of your red thong as he shoots them toward his nightstand, they land on the neck of the wine bottle and you both laugh—“I’m keeping those” eddie says to you as he brings his fingers down to your dripping sex, he gently runs his calloused finger tips over your little bundle of nerves, making you moan out—“that’s right baby, let me hear you” he whispers as he begins nipping at your neck— Eddie moves his fingers down to gather your slick and then returns back to your clit—“can I taste you, baby?” He asks sweetly

“Please Eddie, yes” you can’t help but moan out

He decides to lift up your shirt to take it off—“cute shirt by the way” he says as he pulls it off of your body and over your head, making you giggle. Once your shirts off, Eddie reaches behind your back expertly unhooking your matching red bra with one hand, letting the straps fall down around your arms, he picks it up and throws it haphazardly across the bed, landing in front of the desk on the other side of the room

He begins moving down your body, with soft calculated kisses, occasionally sucking different spots, he stops and lays in front of your most intimate area, grabbing your thighs to spread them a bit more and getting a good look at you all wet and bare before him—-he growls as he sees your pussy on display for him “fuck, you have such a pretty pussy, baby”—“bet it tastes even better” he says as he kisses the top of your mound where a little patch of dark curly hair sits, you bite your lip at the intimacy of it—-this didn’t feel like just a one night stand or random lay, it felt special— Eddie begins by licking you from your little hole to your clit finally giving it the attention it so badly wanted, you moan out as he swirls his tongue around it and then takes it into his mouth, lightly sucking—-nothing but loud moans and filthy sounds of sucking and licking fill the room—-“oh my god, Eddie yes right there, that’s so good, daddy” you borderline scream out—god this man knew how to use his tongue, he was incredible.

He continues to lick and suck as he brings two fingers to your entrance, he gently pushes them inside of you stretching you out for what’s about to come, your moans get louder and he can’t help but smile—your moans sound like the best song he’s ever heard, he wants to hear them over and over again forever

Once he curls his fingers up and hits that spot deep inside that you were never able to reach, the coil in your belly begins to tighten and your legs shake as your hand reaches down to tangle in his hair—“that’s it baby, cum for me, cum for daddy” he says pulling you over the edge, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he works you through your orgasm, you grip his hair and mewl out obscenities—- after you’ve fully come down from your high, Eddie moves up your body, You can feel the hardness rubbing up against your overstimulated sex, you grab the towel around his waist and rip it off as you look down waiting to see the dick you’ve had wet dreams about, it springs out all pretty and pink, thick and curved, pre cum oozing from the tip, it twitches a couple times and all you can think about is having it buried deep inside your throat—“can I please suck your cock?” You ask up at him with puppy dog eyes, silently begging and Eddie can’t believe how such filthy words could come out such a beautifully, innocent looking face—but it makes him growl, makes another side of him, he didn’t want to show you, come out.

“Get on your knees on the floor, now” he demands, change of voice throwing you off

“Now, don’t make me say it again!” he growls back — “yes, daddy” you say as you hop off the bed and fall down to your knees in front of his leaking tip “open up wide” he says, voice laced in desperation, you open your mouth as wide as you can while sticking your tongue out—“good girl, that’s a good fucking girl, you take direction so good baby” he says “good girls get rewarded, okay? So keep listening to daddy and he’ll take care of you, understand?” He says, you nod as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back while he bends down to get in your face “nope, I need words baby” he says through gritted teeth “yes, daddy” you whimper out in shock at his behavior, no one has ever been this rough with you but you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your pussy gush, you were loving this—“that’s it, good girl, open that mouth up wide again for me, sweetheart” he says—you open up and stick your tongue back out, Eddie let’s a glob of spit fall right onto it, making you moan out—-fuck this man was gunna be the death of you, you didn’t know you could get this turned on from such filthy acts you only seen done in porn—but here you are wetness dripping down your thighs from how worked up you’re getting

You leave Eddie’s spit on your tongue as he begins to work his cock into your mouth, spit mixing with yours to make the tip and base extra wet, he bucks his hips hitting your throat, you breath through your nose and take him to the hilt, eyes watering and jaw tingling— “that’s it, that’s a good girl” — “fuck baby that mouth of yours is amazing” he says as he begins moving in and out of your mouth. He moans out your name and a couple fucks as he gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding you up and down on his cock continuously hitting the back of your throat—finally he lifts you up and off of him back up to your feet. Your lips and chin filled with spit and pre cum, cheeks and eyes filled with tears—“fuck you’re so pretty, baby, look so fucking pretty for me” he says as he kisses your lips, backing you up until your legs hit the bed and guiding you to lay down as he grabs and spreads your thighs, he gets down into your face as he asks “are you ready, sweet girl?”

“Yes, yes I’m ready please” you respond with a whine

“Whatever princess wants” he said with a gentle smile, a complete 360 to how he was just treating you earlier, but you didn’t care, you really liked both sides of him

He begins to line himself up with your entrance, cock still wet with your spit, as he pushes in, you can feel yourself stretching for him, but it felt so good, so full. “Oh my god, yes! Don’t stop please” you moan out “I know baby I know, i won’t stop, I won’t fucking stop” he says as he begins thrusting deeper and faster inside you, he brings his forehead down to yours as you both moan into each others mouths—-this wasn’t fucking, this felt like love making and so different from any sex you’ve ever had—-it felt intimate and sensual, like Eddie fit your body like a missing puzzle piece

“Oh fuck, baby, your pussies so tight, it feels so good, so good”… he continued repeating

Your belly filling with that familiar burn as your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, your pussy tightening around his cock even more, making him moan out—“fuckin pussy just milking my cock, where do you want it baby?” He says as he bites his lip “inside me please, please cum inside me daddy” you grunt out “fuck, fuck I’m cumming!” He shouts as white spurts paint your insides.

Eddie falls on top of you, kissing all over your face again, making you laugh—“I’ll be right back” he says, after a couple minutes he’s coming back to clean up his mess between your thighs. You move back to your place on the pillow as Eddie lays beside you, pulling you into his chest “that was”…”wow” he says —-“yeah” you say back, you both laid there in silence staring up at the ceiling

-fuck I’m in trouble- Eddie thought to himself

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What Was I Made For

Synopsis: College is hard, but it's even worse when you're a pre-med student and it's even, even worse when you don't want to go into medicine. Fortunately, the ghost that haunts your apartment is more kind, more annoying, and more helpful than you ever thought possible. College AU, ghost AU.

Warning: alcohol, bad parental relationship, mentions of death

Word Count: 6.2k

Pairing: f!reader x ghost!Kim Seungmin

A/N: Good luck with exams and classes!

“Honey, I’m home,” you call. The handles of the reusable grocery bag you picked up from a club booth at the beginning of the semester are already starting to fall apart, so you’re forced to flip on the light switch with your shoulder blades. You glare at Seungmin, who is lounging on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “Could you at least pretend to help?”

“What’s the point? I can’t even eat whatever you bought.”

You sigh and set down your haul onto the tiny kitchen island that doubles as a dining table. When you make a big production of taking out your groceries, Seungmin still doesn’t look up. Despite his inability to eat food, he usually shows some interest, if only to judge your snack choices.

On the counter, bananas in a plastic produce bag to prevent fruit flies, and a new roll of paper towels. On the top shelf of the fridge, a tub of Greek yogurt that Seungmin makes fun of you for liking. Assorted salad mixes in the crisper. A whole rotisserie chicken and a carton of eggs on the middle shelf. In the cabinet goes a party-sized bag of barbeque chips, a pack of chocolate chip cookies you don’t want to discuss how much you paid for, and a box of protein bars. 

You take the last item out of the bag and hide it behind your back. You hover over Seungmin. “Guess what I got?”

“A bag of potatoes that will grow spuds because you can’t finish them all.”

“That was one time! Try again.”

He guesses wrong again and again, so after the fifth attempt, you hold your prize in front of his eyes. “A better vegetable peeler, just like you told me to. Are you proud of me?”

For a moment, his sullen eyes brighten at the memory of you struggling with your old peeler. He watched with great amusement as the flimsy blade repeatedly got caught on carrot skin and you grew more infuriated with each catch. In the end, you gave up and ate the skin, fuming with each bite of your meal. Seungmin laughed so hard, you thought he would lose control of his physical form and slip through the floor. 

He sighs, all of the joy escaping through his lips. “Yeah, sure. Sorry, it’s just one of those days.”

“We all have them. Hey, why don’t we do something tonight? I’m done studying, so we can watch a movie or play Mario Kart or something.” You plaster a smile on your face. “Fun, right?”

“You’re never gonna get into med school if this is how you work.”

Despite his admonishments, he sits up and swings his legs off the couch to make room for you. He didn’t choose an activity so Mario Kart it is. You leave your peeler on the coffee table and grab your joycons. When you flop beside him, tossing the blue one in his lap, he grumbles as he’s jostled around.

“I don’t even wanna go to med school,” you remind him. He already knows since it’s all you complain about these days as the MCAT draws closer, but that’s never stopped you from repeating yourself.

“Wow, what a problem. I’d die to go to med school.” 

Without thinking, you snort. “Too late for that.”

Seungmin has been dead for nearly two years. The old apartment complex burned down in an electrical fire, and due to the housing demand in the area, the university quickly built a new one in its place. Sure, you suspected it was probably haunted, but rent was on the cheaper side, especially for a single room, so you moved in and learned about your unofficial roommate during your first night. You thought you were going to faint when you saw a stranger leaning over your stack of practice books, and you thought you were going to be killed when he simply said, “I was also pre-med.”

“Sorry,” you meekly say. Why is the Mario Kart music so cheerful? It would be worse if it was sad, but the upbeat tune just makes your mistake more poignant. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he interjects. “Doesn’t matter. You better not pick Birdo this time.”

While you normally would have fought him six ways from Sunday for Birdo, you choose Yoshi instead and pick his favorite circuit to start off the night. He makes no comment about your sudden generosity, but you both know the reason. There’s no such thing as pity in this household, but apologies are aplenty.

When you come back from your anatomy lab the following day, whatever guilt you felt is gone when Seungmin holds up your pack of cookies with a disapproving look. You must have forgotten to put it back in the cabinet before you left. Either that or Seungmin rummaged around your belongings when the roommate contract stated that he could not and would not.

“You seriously paid for these?” he says. 

“They’re good! And artisan,” you huff as you snatch the package from his hands. You hope you didn’t crush any cookies in the process. “I support small businesses.”

“They haven’t been a small business or artisan in, like, twenty years. How did the cat dissection go?” 

You reach for an overpriced cookie and snap off a piece with more force than necessary. “Fine. A little gross, but I guess I’m used to that by now. You wanna see the pictures I took?”

He tries to feign nonchalance, but his body seems more substantial, less ghost-like as you scroll through your camera roll. Even though he oohs and aahs at the most inappropriate images—you really don’t think the digestive structures of a cat deserve that much admiration—you can’t help but smile. He hasn’t looked or sounded this lively in weeks. You thought it might have been your snark rubbing off of him, but he always has a biting remark at the ready, remedied only with his good-natured demeanor. Of course, that demeanor has been slowly crumbling, so to see him be his usual self again feels good.

Satisfied, he lets you take your phone back. “Sometimes I miss lab. I hated doing the lab reports though; have fun with that.”

And just like that, your happiness goes out. “That’s tomorrow’s problem. I should study before work. You wanna help me out? I hate physics.”

Look, if your roommate were a pre-med student, had unlimited time, and no other obligations, you would force them to help you study, too. Plus, Seungmin loves MCAT practice, so it’s a win-win.

To your surprise, he doesn’t jump at the opportunity like he typically does. Under normal circumstances, he would be scouring the living room for where he last left his flashcards. Instead, he says, “Why don’t you take a break?”

“A break? You, of all people, suggest that I take a break when you were just telling me about my bad study habits? Who are you, and what have you done with Seungmin?”

He rolls his eyes. “I didn’t realize you wanted to do physics that badly.”

“I don’t. This is weird from you though.” However, after a moment of contemplation: “Whatever. Pick a show to watch. I’m gonna draw.”

He selects House because he’s still Seungmin after all. This is the show that inspired him to go into medicine, and is, as he’s mentioned many times before, “the greatest show on the planet.” It’s entertaining, you admit, and you do like seeing all of the obscure medical cases Dr. Gregory House solves, but it’s a grim reminder of your parents’ dreams for you. With the dialogue of the characters echoing in your head, you sketch a frog sitting on top of a stack of pancakes. You initially bought your tablet for note taking, but it really is much better as a tool for art. 

“It’s always animals, plants, or dessert now,” Seungmin remarks, craning his head to get a better view while you continually pull your screen away. “What happened to your big fantasy pieces?”

“Rule one: no looking until I say so. Rule two: no questions unless I say so. Remember?”

He ignores you. “You used to do a lot of those things when you first moved in. With the crazy landscapes, guys with abs in crop tops, cat-ear ladies with fancy dresses, villains who you definitely wanted to—”

“I get it!” Your face is blazing. He makes your artistic—purely artistic—interests sound so much worse than they are. “I’ve just been busy with life, so I don’t have time to work on them anymore. Anyway, animals, plants, and desserts are cute.” In a smaller voice, you add, “And they make me happy.”

Just like pictures of a flayed cat makes him happy.

He goes quiet and lets Dr. House fill the air. While he pretends to be engrossed in the show, you turn back to your sketch to fix your frog’s eyes to be less downcast. No sad frogs allowed.

You don’t remember exactly when the dread began, but you do distinctly remember glancing over the syllabus for your genetics course and wanting to collapse. Each item was manageable by itself, but the totality of the class, of your future classes, of your future hurtled at you at full force. For so long, you convinced yourself you could do it. You would complain the whole time, but at the end, you would be addressed as ‘Doctor’ and you would be happy. Your parents would be happy, so you would be happy and realize that it was all worth it.

Even if you cried every night, it would be worth it. 

You took a deep breath, looked at the list of assigned textbooks, and pulled out your credit card. You went through more dire situations than this stupid course. This would be easy enough.

Two weeks after the art fiasco, you finally test out your new vegetable peeler on potatoes. Your friend gave you five for free since she was having trouble finishing the large amount she bought. While you stand over the sink, humming a song your neighbor has been practicing for the past week, Seungmin is hunched over the coffee table, doing something secretive with flashcards. He’s been working on a new set of them since the art fiasco, which makes no sense since you have a perfect set of a thousand that you bought online. But no, he has been toiling day and night to create handmade ones. You don’t even want to know where he got the supplies.

Well, you already know where and how, but if your neighbors come knocking, you know nothing.

In fear that you’ll “ruin the surprise,” you have been forbidden from even stepping foot onto the living room carpet. Really, there’s no point because you can get a glimpse if you lean across the island. Nevertheless, you keep your eyes on the growing pile of potato skins. You have five potatoes worth of fries to make.

Ten minutes later, when you have moved onto slicing, Seungmin declares that he’s done. He places the baking sheet you left on the island onto a chair and triumphantly sets down his masterpiece.

When you pick up the topmost one, you can’t help but smile. Alongside the words “absolute threshold” is a cartoon rabbit with alert ears. Tiny music notes are dotted on the top edge of the card. 

“To make your studies less stressful,” he says. 

You don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re always some degree of stressed but nevertheless thank him. The flashcards are adorable, even if Seungmin’s drawing skills aren’t the best. “Newton’s first law” has an indistinguishable creature kicking a ball, and “law of independent assortment” features some of the strangest plants you have ever seen.

“I love them.”

“What do you think of my art skills? Better than you, right?”

You laugh and turn back to your cutting board. “You should’ve considered art school instead of med school. Professional artist Seungmin,” you muse. “I can see you in galleries and museums.”

“Don’t forget the history textbooks. Why didn’t you consider art school? You would be perfect for video games or something.”

For some time, you did consider art school. You spent the first two years of high school daydreaming about sitting behind an easel, translating a model’s likeness onto paper. Perennial paint splatters on your jeans, permanent charcoal stains on your fingers—that was the only way you wanted to study human anatomy. 

“My parents. You know how it is. Can you season the fries in the bowl?”

While Seungmin dumps copious amounts of salt, pepper, and whatever random spices he picked from the cabinet, you reflect on your teenage self. A part of you knew that drawing would only be a hobby, but another part kept hoping your parents would come around. When Hyunjin’s parents announced he was going to study chemistry, your mom wondered why he didn’t choose art when he was such a good artist. In fact, half the neighborhood, whose children went into STEM fields one way or another, were shocked he chose chemistry. Of course, if their own kids had opted for non-STEM majors, they would have been livid. Just like your parents had been.

“Did you ever think about not going into medicine?” you ask as you add more potato slices into the bowl.

He adds a swirl of oil to the mix. “No. It’s all I ever wanted to do. I volunteered at the hospital in high school, got an internship at a clinic here. I was studying for the MCAT and then…”

And then the university’s outdated housing killed him. It sounds horrific when phrased like that, but it’s more truthful than “Promising Young Pre-med Student Kim Seungmin Dead After Apartment Fire,” as the city newspaper headlined. His student ID photo smiled earnestly at readers, and a recent picture showed him posing in a lab coat.

It hits you then. Seungmin is dead. You knew this logically; you saw the articles, passed by the vigil, and signed the student letter demanding better accommodations. Then you forgot his existence until you applied to live in this building and when he appeared in your bedroom, you forgot about his death. Despite witnessing him walk through walls and tiptoeing around his deceased status, Seungmin has never really been dead to you. He’s your roommate who sleeps in the living room, your study partner who loves all things related to biology, or your friend. He’s too alive to be anything else.

“Did you preheat the oven?” he asks, breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts. Your body went on autopilot, and now the baking sheet is covered in pale potato sticks.

You glance at the dark oven and head over to do what you should’ve done twenty minutes ago. “My bad.”

“You’re the one eating these. Can you even finish all this?”

It’s far too much, but what else were you going to do with five potatoes on the verge of going bad? You suppose you could have not accepted them from your friend. “I can try?” you say, more to convince yourself than him. “I’m no coward.”

“Really? Then why do you hide when we watch horror movies?”

“That’s different. Mario Kart while we wait?”

“I call Birdo.”

Despite his declaration, you’re the one playing Birdo while he settles for Waluigi. Seungmin gloats when he hits you with a red shell, laughs when you fall off the track, and celebrates when he gets first place. He’s practically corporeal, alight with hopes and dreams you wish were your own, but he’s only the echo of the past. Meanwhile, blood flows through your veins and oxygen into your lungs, yet you’re stuck in a potential future you don’t even want.

At the end of fall, between your human biology midterm and that stupid philosophy paper, you break. It’s during one of your MCAT practice exams, so you at least can cry at your desk. You can’t even cry without guilt; your mind immediately starts trying to reread the problem you’re stuck on through your tears, as if trigonometry will solve your crisis. 

It feels like an elephant is sitting on your chest. Every time you think you’ve calmed down enough to begin again, another wave of sobs overcomes you. Just holding your pencil makes your throat tighten.

“Are you okay?” Seungmin’s voice is slightly muffled by your bedroom door, but you doubt that a thin piece of wood concealed your cries.

You choke out, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“... No.”

You swing open your door with sardonic fanfare, spreading your arms like a ringmaster. Seungmin makes no comment about your swollen eyes or your sniffles. You almost wish he had.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks. He takes a tentative step into your room, and when you nod, he lets himself fully in. It’s been several months since he’s last been inside. Unmade bed, cluttered nightstand, paper-strewn desk—nothing much has changed. He sits on your chair, resting an arm on top of the throw blanket you’ve thrown over the back.

“I don’t know what there is to talk about,” you say after a moment of silence. “I hate class, I hate work, I hate my life. A breakdown has been long overdue.”

You stare at the floor, afraid to meet his gaze now that he’s seen you like this. Ever since you discovered Seungmin, you’ve crafted the perfect blasé attitude to accommodate your new living circumstances. He leaves you alone sometimes and stays cordoned off in the shared spaces to give you privacy, but you don’t break apart in your apartment for good reason. You’re open and raw like a bloody wound. Will he want to patch you up with bandaids, or will he pick and prod?

Pick and prod, you pray. Make some flippant remark about how easy you have it, how he wishes he could be in your position instead. Because if he does, then the situation must not be that bad.

Softly, Seungmin says, “What can I do to help?”

Your heart drops to your stomach. “I don’t know… I should probably get back to studying anyway.”

“Really? Are you serious?”

“What else am I supposed to do?” you snap. Seungmin at least has the decency to look sheepish. “The MCAT’s in July, and I don’t even understand half the things I’m supposed to know. I’m barely getting C’s in philosophy and art history because of it. That’s so humiliating.”

“Have you thought about, you know, not going to med school?”

A harsh laugh rips out of your throat. “Every single day. But it’s too late. I’ve already wasted four years, so what’s another four?” That doesn’t even include residency.

“You’d hate it.”

“Story of my life.”

The room goes quiet. Maybe you were too severe with your words, but how else do you explain it? 

“What if you became a medical illustrator?” he abruptly suggests. “You’d know exactly how to draw everything. It’s perfect for you. And it’s still STEM-related.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s in STEM. Your parents laid out your options very clearly: doctor or disappointment. Some career choices were less disappointing than others, but they would still be disappointments.

“I need to study,” you say.

He stands up from your rightful seat at your desk. Softly, so very softly, he says, “I’ll let you get back to it then.”

“Thank you.”

He shuts the door behind him and leaves you with your despair. True to your word, you return to your practice exam, this time without crying. Your mouth is dry the entire session, but you don’t dare drink any water in fear that rehydration will trigger your tears. It’s stupid but keeps you holding on. 

When you check your answers and review terminology, you refer to the set of flashcards Seungmin made for you. He didn’t expect you to use them, but his drawings have helped you better memorize the definitions. You shuffle through them, occasionally trying to figure out the relationship between whatever Seungmin drew and the word written. Other times—but not enough for your liking—you know exactly what they mean.

The rabbit from “absolute threshold” stares at you with lopsided eyes, and Mendel’s warped pea plants grow beneath your fingers. The whole world blurs.

A month after move-in, after too many beers and barbeque chips, you asked Seungmin, “Why do you haunt only me? You can travel through the whole building, but you’re only ever here.”

He gestures at the room with a sweeping flourish. “This used to be my apartment. Sort of. They changed the floor plan, but this is the approximate location of where I lived, so when you moved in, it felt like fate.”

“Ah, a med school sufferer to keep you company.”

He laughs, but it sounds insincere. “How drunk are you right now?”

You glance at the row of empty cans you lined up on the counter. One, two, three, four, five. Five and a half, if you count the one in your hand. “Pretty drunk, I think.”

“So you won’t remember what I tell you, right?”

“Probably not,” you lie. “What is it?”

With a sad smile on his face, he says, “I haunt you because it’s like seeing someone live the life I could’ve had. Would’ve had.”

Your outburst doesn’t go forgotten, but you and Seungmin dance around the topic with the grace of a seasoned ballerina. You show him your grocery hauls, he scolds you for buying expensive cookies. The two of you play Overcooked instead of Mario Kart and pretend that Overcooked will strengthen your friendship instead destroy it even further. Seungmin is really bad, embarrassingly so. 

“Are you going to the party this weekend?” he asks as he drops onions all over the floor. There’s no health department in the game.

“I would ask you to be more specific,” you say, “but we both know I’m not going to any parties. Go chop the onions.”

“You need friends.”

“I have friends. Who do you think keeps us giving us potatoes?”

He scoffs. “That’s not a friend. That’s an enemy. We need more dishes.”

While you wash a stack of dirty dishes, Seungmin dashes between prepping ingredients and watching the timer on the soups. As expected, he doesn’t take the pot off the stovetop quick enough, and soon enough the whole kitchen is in flames. You scream at him to get the fire extinguisher, he wades through the sea of onions, and the level ends with a single gold star.

You set your joycon down and lean your head back. “Three stars or nothing” is your motto when playing Overcooked, but perhaps you can make an exception for Seungmin.

“Why’d you ask me about a party?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Seems like a college student thing to ask. And a college student thing to do. Go to parties, I mean.”

“Not for us.” You stretch your arms and legs out, knocking your socked feet against the coffee table. “When have you ever seen me willingly leave the apartment?”

“Never,” he admits, “but you should enjoy your youth.”

Whatever mutual agreement you thought you and Seungmin had does not exist. You have long known that you would have to sacrifice your twenties for your future. There would be good moments among your struggles, but so many of your memories would be of test prep and studying. As your parents so eloquently put it, “You can draw after you retire.” 

“That’s funny coming from you,” you say. You wave a hand in front of his face and observe the way his eyebrows scrunch together. “Are you really Seungmin?”

“Do you know any other ghosts?”

“Do you actually regret dedicating so much time to studying?”

“No. I mean, I went out when I could, but you…” He mindlessly thumbs the buttons of the controller as he tries to find his words. “Well, maybe I do a little bit, but it was fulfilling. Or was going to be anyway. You’re miserable. I’ve never seen you without dark circles or eye bags.”

How needlessly observant of him. “Thanks. It’s the quintessential college look.”

“Take care of yourself.” He raises his joycon and nods at the TV. “Let’s go again. Three stars only.”

And just like that, you and Seungmin go back to pretending as if everything is fine, like the last few minutes were idle chatter about the weather. You yell instructions at him, and he retorts back with something snarky; all is well.

You suppose you should have realized why Seungmin asked you such out-of-character questions two weeks ago. Death anniversaries don’t typically go onto your calendar, but you could have made an exception for Seungmin. How did you forget? As you walk down the stairs, a wave of guilt washes over you.

The annual university-held vigil occurs on campus, but the apartment complex has their own small affair in the courtyard. Framed photos of the victims huddle together at the base of a half-wall. Already, there are several flowers and notes strewn about, and you add your own carnation to the pile. You have a note as well, and it burns your hand as you debate whether to leave it or not.

Twelve people died that night. “Only” twelve, as some papers reiterated. Twelve out of three hundred doesn’t seem too horrific given the state of the fire, but that’s still twelve people dead. Plenty more got injured trying to escape, and they aren’t honored at this memorial. The living don’t get commemorated—they live with the memories of the day, and that’s remembrance enough for the public.

“Hey.”

No one else is around, so you say, “Hey,” back to Seungmin. He disappeared for a few hours, and you assumed he would be gone until sunrise. In the days leading up to his death anniversary, he has grown increasingly depressed, looking vacantly out the window and mouthing words to himself. You idiotically thought he was just having one of those days.

“How are you holding up?” you ask.

“Fine, I guess. Good turn out this year,” he remarks as he kneels down to pick through the gifts. “The construction workers didn’t even show up to work because of superstition or something.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, it’s just…” You wave the folded notebook paper in your hand. Maybe you should’ve bought some stationery after all. “Read this later. I’ll see you whenever.”

You gently place it beside your carnation, return back to your apartment, and lock yourself inside your room. It’s too quiet, and you’re too restless. Your head tells you to do practice problems to burn off your energy, but all you’ve been doing as of late is listen to your head.

As you sketch an anatomical heart—underneath a completely necessary and painstakingly accurate rendering of a male torso—your bones say that this is right. 

To Kim Seungmin, a star that went out too soon—

You deserved so much more than this. I don’t even know what else to say because nothing feels more appropriate. 

I’m living in your old apartment—where it used to be, at least—and I can’t help but feel that I’m living the life you should have had. Sometimes I can feel your presence when I’m studying. I can hear you reciting definitions and shuffling flashcards. When I’m really losing my mind, I can see you sitting on the couch watching House episodes with me. It’s comforting and terrifying.

You already know this, but I don’t want to go to med school. I hate it and I hate being a disappointment to my parents, but I hate being a disappointment to you the most. You should be in my place, so I thought I should try and complete your dream for you at the very least. I’m already miserable, so I should make the most of it. For a while, I thought this would make you happy, but it’s been making you sad and worried recently. I thought if I could make you happy, then it would be worth it, but I’m realizing it’s not, but I’m too scared to leave this path. Sometimes I don’t know who I am without med school looming over me, and it 

I wish we would’ve met earlier. You’re an amazing person, full of light and kindness. The world is darker without you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done and for everything that I didn’t do because you deserve so much better than whatever you’ve been given.

“Do you want to talk?”

Seungmin’s upside down face appears between you and the iPad you have been holding up with both arms. Philosophy review is simultaneously boring and maddening, but you have a final to be studying for. You should’ve started much earlier, but twenty-four hours of cramming has not failed you when it comes to general education elective courses yet.

“Not really,” you say as you push his face out of view. He’s corporeal at the moment, so your hand meets resistance rather than going right through. “I’m busy.”

“Did you apply for a ‘biomedical visualization’ program? That’s a medical illustrator thing, right?”

You don’t need to look at him to know he’s thrilled. Since the memorial, you began looking into medical illustrators as a backup plan. You only meant to learn about the basic requirements, but curiosity got the better of you, and you attended an online informational session. Seungmin overheard bits and pieces because of how thin the walls are, you got cagey when he asked, and he put his endless hours of free time into detective work. 

“I didn’t apply. I’m just looking around. Now go away.”

“The living room is a communal space. So you’re considering it then?”

You don’t respond and bring your iPad closer to your eyes. To read the tiny notes on the margins of your classmate’s notes, of course.

Seungmin cackles and claps his hands. “You are! This is good! Why are you so morose?”

“Because you interrupted my studying? I have less than ten hours to cover three months of content.”

“You’re deflecting. Are you worried about your parents?”

“Morose and deflecting,” you murmur. “Two gold stars for your vocabulary usage.”

“Are you?”

You shut your eyes, envisioning the stern faces of your parents when you announce over dinner your plans to spend your life not being a doctor. Their expressions morph from confusion to anger to grim when they realize how serious you are. 

Are you serious about this? You’re not even sure yourself. It feels like you’re in high school again, holding onto a shred of hope for a future you aren’t allowed to have.

“What if I lie to them?” you say. “I tell them I got into a school that’s super far away, go there, and return when I’ve firmly established myself as an illustrator or whatever I end up doing. It’ll be too late for them to do anything.”

“That’s one way to do it. But wouldn’t it be better if you were upfront?”

You groan and turn back to your classmate’s notes. What is it like, you wonder, to not be crushed by the weight of approval? What is it like to know you won’t be scorned for your choices? No matter what you do, someone—your parents or Seungmin—will be upset.

“Upset” is a very mild way to describe your parents’ reactions. After six cans of celebratory beer—you passed all of your classes this semester!—you called your parents to tell them good news. Somewhere between the silent congratulations and questions of your home arrival, you blurted out, “I think I’m gonna do biomedical visualization. Medical illustration. Art. It’s still medical-related, but not a doctor.”

And after a lengthy discussion filled with shouting, you’re not allowed to come home this year or ever again. CALL ENDED flashes on your screen, but you grip your phone so tightly you can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. Your whole body is tense, flushed with indignation and shame. No tears come. You expected something like this but nothing to this extreme. Their words echo in your ears.

Ungrateful. Selfish. Disgrace. 

Logically, you know you’re none of those things, but you can’t help but feel they’re at least a little bit right. You sink into your desk chair and wait for the inevitable knock on your door. To step out of your own accord would be mortifying. 

“Are you okay?” asks Seungmin.

“I’ve been disowned in every way except legally,” you answer as you let him inside your room. “What do you think?”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s…”

It’s not fine, but your mouth started saying so by default. You perch on the edge of your bed and stare at the stack of practice books that have been untouched for two days on your dresser. They would belong better under your bed where they’ll be out of sight.

Suddenly insecure, you ask, “You’re not gonna leave me, right? You’ll still help me peel potatoes and let me know when my artisan cookies are on sale?”

He chuckles. “The only way you can get away from me is by moving or by graduating. I’ll be here. Instead of nagging you to study, I’ll critique your anatomy.”

“That’s against the rules.” Nevertheless, you smile at the thought of Seungmin hyperfixed at your artistic renderings and comparing them against pictures from a textbook. “Thanks.”

Seungmin smiles back, and he radiates so much warmth that you forget it’s winter.

EPILOGUE

“Honey, I’m home,” you call. 

You nearly trip over the door sill in your heels but catch yourself in time. Wearing heels to commencement is a bad idea for more reasons than one. Clutching your friend’s graduation bouquet, you flip on the light switch with the back of your hand and glance over your apartment. Other than the dozens of boxes scattered across the living room and kitchen, nothing else belongs to you; goodbye coffee table you stubbed your toes against too many times; goodbye peeling school-issued couch. You half-expected to see Seungmin lying on it, staring at the ceiling like he used to. 

“Seungmin, where are you?” When he doesn’t answer, you try again. “Anyone home?”

You wander around the small apartment, checking behind doors and furniture like you’re playing hide-and-seek. He’s nowhere to be found, and you go through the apartment again in a frenzy. He could be in a different part of the building, but he always knows when you’re looking for him.

“Where are you? Seungmin, this isn’t funny! I know you can hear me.”

It takes twenty minutes, but you eventually realize he’s gone for good. No goodbyes, no hugs, no teasing—he just waved you off to your ceremony and shut the front door. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help you move out, but you thought he would still be here when you returned. He researched additional art classes for you, suggested works for your portfolio, and consoled you whenever you were overwhelmed. It’s a knife to your heart that he’s not here.

In between tears that you don’t allow to fall from your eyes, you carry your boxes of belongings to your car. You have a new place to call home, but two perfectly nice housemates and a dog aren’t good replacements for a ghost who annoyed you from sunrise to sundown.

I hope you find this note eventually. I know we have the rule where I’m not supposed to go through your belongings, but since we’re not going to be roommates any longer, I hope you’re not too mad. Completely unrelated but you’re really good at Mario Kart. So good. Birdo was designed specifically for you.

Congratulations on graduating. You’ve worked hard this year. Could have worked harder sometimes but you did it! Relax a bit during your gap year and enjoy your youth. Those art classes will be easy for you. Biomed visualization will be easy after pre-med studies.

Stop rolling your eyes and sighing. You know I’m right.

I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. I know you wanted it, but I don’t think I could have handled it. The truth is that I was ready to go a couple months ago when you started compiling your portfolio. For two years, I didn’t know why I was still here. At first, I thought my unfinished business was about the circumstances of my death. (Stop wincing. I’m dead. It’s a fact.) Then the administration stepped up. They did the bare minimum, to be honest, but at least changes were made. When you turned up, I thought I was supposed to fulfill my dream of going to med school. Turns out, I still have no idea what exactly why I was here, but seeing you live the life you want and choose the future you want makes me feel like business is finished.

To L/N Y/N, a star that will keep shining for decades to come—

I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done so far. There are so many opportunities waiting out there for you, so don’t be afraid to take any chances. I’ll be with you always.

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venor (12) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 7,862

○ Warnings: Time for y'all to judge me for my smut writing, loss of virginity, blow job, what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick, Taehyung's got a big dick (in every universe imo), size difference, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex, alcohol, scenting, marking, self-esteem issues, jealousy, pet names

○ Notes: This is cliche and cute and smutty (don't @ me, I warned you in advance) and 2 days late 😌

○ Post Date: April 2, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Series Masterlist

“Considering everything you’ve put me through, I feel like I shouldn’t have to be here right now.”

The glare that Yoongi gives Jungkook is scary enough to rival the biggest, meanest predator hybrid on campus. It has been three weeks since Yoongi suffered through Jungkook and Taehyung’s little not PG date night, and he still won’t let it go, despite Jungkook’s numerous apologies — both verbal and in the form of sweets— which Jungkook surely thought Yoongi would accept by now. At this point, Jungkook doesn’t know if he should still be embarrassed by the fact that his roommate heard him loudly orgasm or if he should be annoyed that Yoongi won’t stop talking about it.

“Oh, come on, hyung! This is fun!”

“Is it?” Yoongi scowls.

Hooking his arm around Yoongi’s, Jungkook practically drags him through the front doors of the university’s basketball arena. The building is massive and packed with fans hurrying through the ticket lines to get to their seats as the announcer’s deep voice booms over the speakers. The announcement lets everyone know that the game is about to start. For as many months as Jungkook has been getting to know Taehyung, it’s surprising that this is his first time watching Taehyung play.

“Jungkook-ah! Yoongi oppa!”

Suyun waves her arms from where she stands in the lobby, past the ticket lines. She’s so small that Jungkook nearly loses her in the crowd once he and Yoongi have finally made it through the line, their printed tickets clutched between their fists. Luckily, her ears make it easy to relocate her.

“Yay, I’m so excited!” Suyun throws herself into Jungkook and Yoongi to squeeze them together in a hug her scrawny arms can barely maintain. “Let’s hurry up! They’re already playing.”

The sea of college students and locals eager to watch a Saturday evening basketball game against the university’s biggest rival pushes the three friends in waves down the arena’s wide hallways. It’s hard for Jungkook to keep up with where he’s going, easily getting confused by each rounded corner they turn and how everyone looks the same in their white and blue clothing to match the university’s colors. Occasionally, splotches of red and black are in the mix, but the rival’s fans are sparse. Even Jungkook knew how to dress the part, wearing a pair of powder blue overalls with one strap undone and hanging forward to expose more of the white sweater underneath and his all-white Converse. The 90s chic look might make him sweat down to his balls, but he looks cute, and that’s what matters.

“Is our basketball team really that big of a deal?” Yoongi asks, unable to hide the genuine curiosity that seeps through his words.

“How have you gone to school here for four years without knowing, oppa?”

Suyun clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth with a shake of her head as she guides Jungkook and Yoongi down the crowded halls until they reach a large, open doorway. At least Jungkook isn’t the only one new to this.

Thousands of fans are packed in the seats consisting of three separate levels circling the basketball court in the middle of the room. When Jungkook tilts his head back, he thinks he can see people nearly in the building’s rafters. It’s all very overwhelming, but there’s a sense of comradery that makes his body tingle. It’s cool to be part of something bigger than himself! And it especially feels cool knowing that all these people are here to see his Taehyung play.

“Jackson got us really good seats,” Suyun explains as she continues leading them through the crowd, though it’s not as busy down here on the ground level. “They aren’t courtside, but they might as well be.”

Their seats are only a few rows from the court, meaning Jungkook has a clear view of the basketball players huddled around men in suits, who he assumes are the coaching staff. From the huddle, Jungkook spots Jackson’s bushy orange tail and the silvery glint of Hoseok’s scales in the arena’s fluorescent lighting. As he takes his seat in between Suyun and Yoongi, Jungkook searches for the mop of coppery curls he loves so much.

Taehyung spots him first. Having been blocked by another player, Taehyung steps to the side just far enough to see around the huddled group and straight into Jungkook’s wide eyes.

Hey bun, Taehyung mouths to Jungkook with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Waving shyly, Jungkook tries to shoo Taehyung away so he’ll pay attention to whatever his coach is saying. Of course, Taehyung doesn’t listen. Instead, he elbows one of the players standing next to him. Jungkook watches with hot cheeks as Taehyung leans in to say something to the other player before turning to point at Jungkook.

Stop it, Jungkook mouths back, waving Taehyung off again.

The buzzer sounds, notifying the teams that the game is resuming. Taehyung blows a kiss at Jungkook before spinning around to get into place on the court.

“What position is Taehyung?” Yoongi asks over the roar of the crowd as the game advances.

“Point guard,” comes a response from Jungkook’s right. He and Yoongi turn to see a face that has become more familiar over the past few weeks.

“Hi, Jimin hyung,” Jungkook has to project his voice to greet the calico cat hybrid when the crowd boos after the rival team makes a basket.

“Jungkook-ah, Yoongi hyung.”

Jimin nods curtly before slinking into his seat beside Suyun, who immediately scratches behind one of his splotchy, multicolored ears. He sticks his arm down the row of seats to offer a large bag of popcorn, which Yoongi declines, but Jungkook takes a handful of the buttery goodness.

Like most domestic cats, it takes Jimin a while to become comfortable with strangers, so he has only recently started hanging out with Jungkook whenever Taehyung and Hoseok invite them to their apartment. Yoongi’s presence seems to help Jimin feel at ease, perhaps because of their shared prey hybrid species. It’s cute how aloof they are; Jungkook doesn’t know why he finds them so endearing, especially Jimin, who always seems to look simultaneously bored and conniving.

“What does a point guard do?” Jungkook asks between chewing his popcorn. He directs his question to Suyun, though Jimin may also know the answer. Yoongi is just as hopeless as Jungkook.

“Honestly, I don’t really understand all the rules…” Suyun admits sheepishly. “I think it’s Taehyung’s job to help set up the other players so they have the best opportunities to score. He’s always shouting things and telling everyone where to go when he passes the ball and stuff.”

Pride swells in Jungkook’s chest when he sits back to watch the game, knowing that his Taehyung plays an important role. Of course, all the players do, but not all the players are Taehyung, and Taehyung is the one who matters most. Obviously.

“It fits Taehyung. He’s so bossy,” Jimin rolls his eyes and tosses a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Is he?” Jungkook has never felt like Taehyung is bossy, but the annoyed look on Jimin’s face tells another story.

“So bossy. But all predators are, aren’t they?”

Yoongi snorts a resounding, “Yeah, they are,” while Suyun insists, “They’re not all like that.”

“Jackson doesn’t count,” Jimin licks his buttery lips, “He’s so whipped for you.”

“And Taehyung is whipped for Jungkookie,” Suyun giggles at Jungkook’s pink face.

“Let’s just watch the game…” Jungkook angrily scrunches his nose and glares at his friends until there’s more shouting from the crowd, and he quickly turns back to the court to see what he’s missed.

For the rest of the game, Jungkook won’t take his eyes off Taehyung, who spends it sprinting up and down the court, only taking a few breaks. He looks good in their university’s blue basketball uniform. The sleeveless jersey shows off the definition of his arms, especially when he raises them and bends them at the elbow to prepare to shoot or rushes down the court while dribbling the basketball. There’s too much distance between them to tell, but Jungkook is sure all the movement has made Taehyung’s veins raise slightly in his forearms — an occurrence capable of causing Jungkook ultimate psychological damage if he witnesses it up close. It’s good that Jackson got them seats that aren’t too close.

There aren’t many timeouts, but Taehyung takes advantage of the few scattered throughout the game to wink at Jungkook and blow him kisses. It makes Jungkook feel warm and fuzzy inside, something unordinary and special, like Taehyung is some kind of celebrity and Jungkook is the fan he’s fallen in love with. Unfortunately, his little dreamworld is rudely interrupted by obnoxious squealing.

“Did Kim Taehyung just blow a kiss at you?”

“I don’t know!”

“Oh my god, he totally did!”

Jungkook turns around to look at the group of girls sitting in the row behind him. Interestingly, the group is a mix of predator and prey hybrids, which Jungkook would usually find cute, but the current circumstances sour that realization. There’s no way these girls can possibly think that his Taehyung would be showering them with affection, girls he doesn’t even personally know! It takes everything in Jungkook’s power to slowly turn back around and stamp down the ugly feeling of jealousy that eats away at him like acid in his gut. He felt this once before, when Taehyung spoke with his friend in the library, and he hates it just as much now as he had then.

“You good, kid?” Yoongi asks with a flick of his tail against Jungkook’s arm to get his attention.

“Mhm…”

Jungkook’s response isn’t convincing, but the game is nearly over, and Yoongi can’t interrogate him in the middle of a basketball arena, so Yoongi lets the conversation go. The girls’ comments are harmless, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t important. To Jungkook, they’re a reminder of the one thing he desperately craves from Taehyung and still doesn’t know how to ask for: commitment.

Their university wins because of an iconic three-point basket made by Hoseok right before time runs out. The entire arena erupts in screaming and chants of his name—including Yoongi, whom Jungkook has never seen so animated. It’s cute, and it makes Jungkook wonder why Yoongi agreed to attend the basketball game with him.

It takes a while after the game ends for the players to return from the locker rooms. Jungkook, Suyun, Yoongi, and Jimin stand around the side of the basketball court, finishing up the last of Jimin’s popcorn and passing around an extra-large soda Suyun convinced Yoongi to pay for during the game’s halftime. It isn’t a sufficient dinner considering the group plans to go out drinking after this, but part of Jungkook was hoping that the guys on the team would be too tired to go out. Although Jungkook has yet to experience the city’s nightlife, he thinks he’d rather get cozy in bed with Taehyung and spend the rest of the night with each other. It’s Suyun and Jackson’s fault that everyone has jumped onto the idea of clubbing; it’s always their fault if the plans include drinking. Little, quiet Suyun! Jungkook never knew he was missing out on this side of her personality until he started hanging out with predator hybrids.

The first player to return is the one Jungkook has ignored all night. Byungchul has made himself scarce ever since the altercation at Jackson’s house. Although Jungkook is no longer angry or afraid, he’s still uncomfortable, and that’s enough to not want to be near Byungchul if he doesn’t have to be. So, when he realizes that Byungchul is heading straight for him, Jungkook finds it difficult to look him in the eyes.

“Hi,” Byungchul greets the floor once he approaches Jungkook, also avoiding eye contact.

Trying not to sound mean or defensive, Jungkook is quiet and slow when he responds, “Hello…”

Byungchul’s gray wolf tail hangs so low that it drags on the floor and his ears are flat to his head and only visible because the gray fur stands out against his black hair. His hair and fur are wet from showering in the locker room, and he’s wearing a university-branded tracksuit and a backpack thrown over one shoulder. Despite being much bigger than Jungkook, he looks small.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you and your friends. And, well, my friends, too,” Byungchul takes a deep breath and finally meets Jungkook’s gaze. His expression is softer than Jungkook has ever seen; the typically harsh, almost hateful look melted away into something less severe and almost… sad.

“No one put me up to this or anything,” Byungchul continues, “I was being a dick, and it fucked with the team’s dynamic, and, I don’t know, I realized it was all stupid. I know Suyun and Jimin are cool. And you must be cool if hyung likes you so much.”

Byungchul pauses for a moment to give Yoongi a strange look, with his eyebrows furrowed and his head slightly tilted to one side.

“I have no idea who you are, but, uh, I’m sure you’re cool, too.”

With a snort and a roll of his eyes, Yoongi mutters, “Cooler than any of you will ever be,” before walking off to throw away the empty soda cup.

“Anyway, yeah, that’s… that’s all I wanted to say.”

“Thank you for apologizing,” Jungkook says with heated cheeks because his senses alert him to the presence of Taehyung returning from the locker room with Hoseok and Jackson.

Byungchul must also grow shy from the sudden audience because he doesn’t say anything else. With a slight bow of his head, he bids everyone a silent goodbye and jogs over to a few other players hanging out by the exit, waiting for him. It’s odd to see Byungchul so quiet and not the boisterous, aggressive bully he wanted to make himself seem like. Despite understanding that Byungchul behaved from a place of insecurity, Jungkook is still confused by him. Jungkook can’t imagine ever wanting to make himself out to be a bad guy.

“Everyone alright?” Hoseok asks as he approaches the quiet group of prey hybrids.

Almost immediately, Jimin breaks away from the other prey to latch himself to Hoseok’s side, giving Taehyung a pinch on his arm on his way over.

“Jimin-ah!” Taehyung swats at the calico with a hiss, and Jungkook can’t help but giggle when Jimin hisses right back. Cats. How has Jungkook managed to surround himself with them?

“Byungchul apologized to Jungkook,” Suyun explains as she beckons for Yoongi to hurry up before the group leaves.

“Shocking, really,” Jimin says with a smirk, “Considering how big predators’ egos are, I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to find the capacity for empathy.”

Rather than be offended, Hoseok snickers. His laughter is a strange mix of hisses and giggles, making Jimin’s smirk morph into something a little closer to a genuine smile.

Jungkook isn’t the best at reading people’s scents to determine their moods, but he has lived with Yoongi long enough to tell when he’s getting worked up for whatever reason. The sour spike in Yoongi’s citrus scent doesn’t match the blush that paints his cheeks when Jimin begins openly scenting Hoseok by nuzzling his neck.

“Ugh, enough of Byungchul, I’m so tired of talking about all that bullshit,” Jackson groans. “Who needs a ride to my place? I can fit four other people.”

They’re all grown adults in college, but it takes counting on their fingers to figure out who goes in which car. Taehyung doesn’t bother worrying about it; he’s got his eyes on Jungkook while everyone else plans their next moves for the night. Jungkook tries not to stare at him, and he’s even proud of himself for not latching onto him — mainly because Jungkook promised Yoongi that he wouldn’t leave him alone with all the couples doing coupley things like a seventh wheel.

“Taehyung,” Hoseok pushes him on the shoulder for not paying attention. “Is it cool if you and Jungkook drive together?”

Taehyung’s grin is boxy and boyish when he replies, “I mean, I guess.”

Jungkook and Taehyung walk back to Taehyung’s dorm while their friends clamber into Jackson’s car. Whereas Jackson already showered in the arena’s locker room, Hoseok is too disgusted by the idea of showering where “who knows how many other athletes have showered,” and Taehyung is too married to his skincare regime to shower anywhere other than in his own bathroom. They split up, allowing Hoseok to get ready for the night at Jackson’s house and Taehyung the ease of not needing to share the bathroom in their apartment.

Jungkook is just happy to go wherever Taehyung goes.

“Did you have fun?” Taehyung asks with his lips pressed against the soft fur of Jungkook’s bunny ear. It tickles, and Jungkook tries to escape, but Taehyung’s arm is draped over his shoulders to pull him back in.

“Mhm, I had no idea what was going on, though,” Jungkook admits, laughing lightly when he remembers Suyun and Jimin trying to explain the rules, only for Yoongi to look them up online and find that they were wrong.

“I should have prepped you beforehand.”

Jungkook shrugs.

“We should play together instead. I think I could beat you.”

Taehyung steps away from Jungkook to open the front door of the residence hall. He gives Jungkook a shocked look, eyebrows raised, and one corner of his mouth tweaked into a half-smirk.

“Oh, really? You think you could?”

Jungkook pushes past Taehyung and leads them to the stairwell, skipping the elevator like always.

“I probably work out more than you,” Jungkook purposely gives Taehyung a long, hard look that drags from his feet to the fuzzy, striped ears on his head. “I’m strong and definitely more agile than you are.”

It’s all fun and games, just silly shit-talking until Taehyung gets that wild look in his eyes. Jungkook spins on his heel and launches himself up the stairs, taking them two at a time, knowing Taehyung is right behind him. He has the advantage of being lighter on his feet and not having been playing sports for nearly two hours straight, so he manages to scramble up the stairs without getting snatched until they’re outside Taehyung’s apartment door.

“Did you forget I’m a cute little bunny?” Jungkook teases through his heavy breathing, which matches Taehyung’s panting. “Hopping up the stairs is easy. I’ve got a good bounce to me.”

Pressed with his back against the door, Jungkook looks up into Taehyung’s eyes with his chin raised and a smug look on his face that quickly falters when Taehyung says,

“You bouncing sounds fun.”

“Ah, open the door, Tae!” Jungkook shoves Taehyung in the chest, forcing him to give Jungkook space to move away from the door. “You’re gross.”

Chuckling, Taehyung does as he’s told. 

“I’m going to shower now, but I’ll be quick,” Taehyung murmurs with a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead, his short exhale ruffling Jungkook’s bangs.

Jungkook smiles in response as Taehyung disappears through the bathroom door. Once the door clicks shut, he turns around and retreats into Taehyung’s bedroom. He likes the feel of Taehyung’s bedroom the most out of all the rooms in the apartment. The green walls and plants and earth-toned furniture are comforting. There must be some psychology about why natural hues induce relaxation in hybrids; Jungkook is sure it’s part of their biology. Or perhaps he feels relaxed as he flops onto his stomach on the bed because the comforter smells like Taehyung, and he can already sense how their scents dance around each other, mixing to create the aroma of peaceful spring rain. Perhaps Jungkook’s sense of comfort is a little bit of both, a combination of nature and nurture.

Catching himself metaphorically drooling over Taehyung yet again, Jungkook gives himself permission to keep gushing over the boy in his head. When Jungkook started getting to know Taehyung, he was a starry-eyed, silly bunny determined to crack the mysterious tiger’s hard exterior. Now, he sees Taehyung for what he really is: a quiet, somewhat reserved boy who feels deeply and has a heart of gold. 

As for Jungkook, he doesn’t think he’s very different from the bunny he was when he first transferred all those months ago. His identity hasn’t changed much, but how he thinks about himself has. He’s still starry-eyed and silly, but he’s confident in his desire to be a kind and accepting person, and he no longer worries about being considered naive.

Jungkook props himself up on Taehyung’s pillow as he sprawls out on the bed, phone in hand, to scroll through his phone for music to play on Taehyung’s speaker while he waits for Taehyung to finish showering. Most of his recent music has been random lofi playlists Taehyung showed him, perfect for relaxing or studying. Those don’t seem particularly fitting to prepare to go clubbing, so Jungkook searches for a playlist with a decent mix of mainstream hip-hop and pop songs to bop his head along to while he aimlessly scrolls through social media.

It’s still early, and Jungkook is sure that the rest of their friends will take a while to get ready, even with Jackson’s house having multiple bathrooms. Luckily, Suyun and Yoongi were already prepared to go out after the game; it’s the basketball players and Jimin who should be concerned about taking too long.

Jungkook can’t help but giggle when he thinks about his friends, particularly his poor Yoongi hyung, squished between Hoseok and Jimin in the backseat of Jackson’s car. He looked terrified — with his orange tail clutched in one hand to prevent anyone from accidentally sitting on it and his ears flattened against his hair — as if he didn’t love having two pretty boys trying to talk to him all night. 

With the right amount of alcohol, Yoongi will loosen up enough to enjoy himself despite going out not being high on his list of favorite things to do. It might not even be high on Jungkook’s list of favorite things to do, but considering he hasn’t ever gone clubbing before, he’s not sure. All he knows is that Taehyung is responsible for ensuring he doesn’t get messy, as Suyun said. 

Not long after Jungkook texts Yoongi and Suyun to confirm which nightclub Jackson wants everyone to meet up at, he hears the bathroom door open. Taehyung is always light on his feet, hardly making a sound as he walks down the hallway. Sneaky, a quality not uncommon for a predator hybrid.

Pushing himself up, Jungkook settles for sitting in the middle of Taehyung’s bed and turns toward the door when Taehyung crosses the threshold.

“Jackson said we should go to…”

Jungkook trails off, the name of the nightclub escaping out of his brain through his ears like all his common sense and body’s ability to remember how to breathe. Frozen in place, the only things that move on Jungkook are his throat when he swallows, despite how dry his mouth has gotten, and his eyes that follow Taehyung to his closet.

Seeing Taehyung shirtless isn’t shocking; they’ve slept in the same bed a few times, and Taehyung usually sleeps shirtless. Seeing Taehyung wearing only a fluffy white towel that sits low on his hips, with a few stray beads of water trickling down his chest and his copper hair slicked back away from his face… seeing that is more than Jungkook’s little soul can bear.

When Jungkook doesn’t speak, Taehyung turns around to look at him, his forehead wrinkled with worry lines.

“Bun? Go where?”

Heat climbs up Jungkook’s neck like scorching pinpricks in his skin when he realizes he has forgotten what he was supposed to say. It takes everything in his power to stare into Taehyung’s eyes instead of at the swell of his pecs and how his arms flex as he sorts through the clothes hanging in his closet.

“Um,” Jungkook quickly looks down at his phone, using clumsy fingers to open Suyun and Yoongi’s text messages. If he doesn’t chill out, he’s going to lose to his naturally horny bunny instincts, and he cannot do that right now. “Singularity. That’s the, uh…”

“Club?” Taehyung offers, one corner of his mouth twitching like he wants to smile or laugh but is holding it in.

“Yes.”

“Do you know what time?”

Jungkook keeps his head down, using his ears and bangs to hide from Taehyung as he sorts through his text messages with trembling thumbs. He needs to calm down before he embarrasses himself.

“Suyun said thirty minutes, but Yoongi hyung said an hour,” Jungkook responds after deep breaths. “I’d trust hyung more, honestly.”

The slide of Taehyung’s fingers in Jungkook’s hair makes him look up from his phone. He tilts his head back far enough that he can look directly into Taehyung’s eyes — and not at his crotch, which is much closer to Jungkook’s face now that Taehyung stands at the edge of the bed.

“That’s enough time,” Taehyung reassures as he massages the base of Jungkook’s ears. The gentle caresses make Jungkook’s eyes flutter.

“Enough time for what?” Jungkook asks and leans into Taehyung’s touch.

Using his grip on Jungkook’s hair, Taehyung guides Jungkook closer until he’s kneeling on the bed in front of Taehyung, making it easier for Taehyung to whisper his response against Jungkook’s lips,

“For me to help you find new pants.”

Huffing, Jungkook tries to voice a complaint, embarrassed that it seems Taehyung will never let this terrible joke die, but Taehyung slots their lips together faster than Jungkook can keep up. 

Taehyung isn’t slow this time, and although he keeps his promise of being gentle, there’s more force in how he handles Jungkook as if he’s no longer concerned about scaring him. He digs his fingers into Jungkook’s silky black hair and tugs on the strands, not harshly, but enough to force Jungkook to tilt his head to the side so Taehyung can deepen the kiss. It’s wet and hot, Taehyung shoving his tongue in Jungkook’s mouth, curling his tongue around Jungkook’s like he curls his arm around his waist to pull him closer. 

“I can smell it on you,” Taehyung murmurs when he moves to nuzzle Jungkook’s throat, dragging his nose and pink lips along his soft skin. 

“W-What?” 

“How turned on you are. Don’t need you to get wet to know.” 

Taehyung bites Jungkook’s neck just above the scent gland where a mating bite is meant to go. Jungkook’s neck has been littered with deep red, almost purple, bruises ever since that night Taehyung lost control of himself. Jungkook thinks it’s another way for Taehyung to claim him, like mating bites that disappear rather than stay forever. Yoongi’s warning about mating echoes in Jungkook’s mind when Taehyung bites him again with enough pressure to leave an intent in his skin but not enough for it to hurt. 

It feels good. Jungkook whimpers as he hesitantly grabs the back of Taehyung’s head to keep him against his neck when he tries to pull away. 

“Shit,” Taehyung groans, and goosebumps spring up along Jungkook’s skin when he scrapes his teeth against his throat, “You like that? Like it when I leave marks on you?” 

Jungkook nods with his eyes fluttering closed, just a small hum in response. 

“Want me to bite you?” Taehyung’s warm, hypnotizing voice draws Jungkook in. It’s low and soothing, with a tantalizing edge that makes a shudder run through Jungkook’s body. 

“Please,” Jungkook whispers as Taehyung trails kisses along his jaw. 

“Want me to mate you, bun? Make you mine?” 

Tugging Taehyung’s hair, Jungkook pulls him backward until they both fall onto the bed with Jungkook on his back and Taehyung hovering over him. 

“Yes, Tae,” Jungkook begs, hardly knowing what he’s saying but can’t stop himself, as though Taehyung has genuinely hypnotized him. His voice is frantic, breathy, and pathetic like he needs it.

“Mmm, you know I can’t,” Taehyung smiles against the apple of Jungkook’s cheek, opening his mouth slightly to press his blunt front teeth there, too. “You naughty bunny. Don’t even know what you’re asking me.” 

Taehyung muffles Jungkook’s whine with his mouth, sucking his tongue with a slight bob to his head as he reaches with one hand in between their bodies to unclasp the other strap of Jungkook’s overalls. Pulling the flap down, he slips his hand beneath Jungkook’s sweater to run his fingers along his warm skin.

“Why are your clothes so complicated?” Taehyung leans back to kneel between Jungkook’s legs, which are bent at the knees and spread open to accommodate him.

“It’s a cute outfit,” Jungkook pouts, making Taehyung’s huffy expression blossom into a boyish grin.

“You do look really cute. I couldn’t stop looking at you.”

“I noticed.”

Taehyung’s slow curl of his fingers around the waist of Jungkook’s overalls is a silent request. Jungkook’s raise of his hips is the silent granting of permission.

“Almost fucked up that free throw because I could hear you cheering for me.”

Too distracted by what Taehyung is doing, Jungkook can’t bring himself to protest Taehyung’s accusations. How dare Taehyung blame him when all he was trying to do was give Taehyung encouragement! The complaint is lost, gently brushed to the side by Taehyung’s gentle caresses as he helps Jungkook take off the rest of his clothes, leaving a pile of white and powder blue amongst the swath of browns and greens that is his bedroom.

“You’re cute, but you’re also beautiful,” Taehyung’s tone is soft, as are his touches as he runs his hands up and down Jungkook’s bare torso.

It’s the first time Jungkook has been fully naked in front of Taehyung, in front of anyone. He thought he would be more nervous, that he would be petrified by insecurities. Instead, he feels heat spreading through his body, little fires burning in his chest and the inside of his thighs, like electrical sparks setting off flames in his veins. The longer Taehyung stares at his body, exploring it with light fingertips that flick his brown, perky nipples and skate across his hip bones, the hotter the fires burn.

Jungkook knows he’s attractive; people have always praised him for being pretty. But Jungkook doesn’t want to be pretty or cute; he wants to be hot, like the heat Taehyung’s gaze stirs inside him.

Leaning forward, Taehyung sucks one of Jungkook’s nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it to hear the weak whimper that the action elicits from Jungkook.

“Ahh, Tae,” Jungkook curves his spine to press his chest against Taehyung’s mouth and digs his fingers in his damp hair when Taehyung lets go of one nipple to drag his lips across his sternum, sucking and licking the other once he reaches it.

“Hoseok hyung isn’t home,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s chest as he tosses his towel onto the floor.

Initially, the comment doesn’t sink in for Jungkook. He’s caught up in the wet kisses Taehyung plants down his stomach and the wave of slick-inducing pleasure that overtakes him when Taehyung takes his cock in his mouth. It takes barely any time for Taehyung to suck Jungkook until he’s fully hard, and it isn’t until he’s guiding Jungkook to turn around on his hands and knees when it finally hits him.

No one else is home.

The moan Taehyung coaxes out of Jungkook when he presses two fingers into his hole is uninhibited because there’s no one to offend by how loud he is. His moans come out stunted and quick with every thrust of Taehyung’s fingers. Eventually, they stretch out and shift into a higher pitch once Taehyung finds his prostate and focuses on pressing that spot every time he fucks into him with his fingers.

“You’re so wet, I don’t even think you need any prep,” Taehyung groans as he inserts a third finger.

Jungkook lowers onto his forearms to press his forehead against the mattress, unable to keep himself up when his arms shake so severely. He does his best to rock with Taehyung’s movements but is too embarrassed by how uncoordinated he is compared to Taehyung.

“It feels good,” Jungkook sighs when Taehyung pulls his fingers out.

“Yeah?”

Nodding, Jungkook twists around to meet Taehyung’s dark gaze. He’s got that look again, ardent and wild, with dilated pupils and his scent so strong that Jungkook can imagine the two of them getting lost in a thunderstorm of Taehyung’s making. It stirs that primal urge to run, to get away from the predator that drapes his body over Jungkook’s, pressing him into the mattress on his stomach so he can grind his cock in between his cheeks with practiced precision.

“What do you want, bun?” Taehyung’s breath comes out in hot puffs against Jungkook’s neck.

What does Jungkook want?

He digs his fingers into the bed sheets and turns his head to the side so Taehyung can kiss him. Each smooth, slow roll of Taehyung’s hips against his ass gently pushes him up the bed. It feels so good, even though the nerves about what they’re doing are finally starting to kick in. He can hardly breathe when Taehyung nips at his neck where his scent gland is.

What does Jungkook want?

“I want you.”

Taehyung’s hips still. He nuzzles his face further into Jungkook’s neck and leaves kisses there, each one planted on top of the sore hickeys he’d bitten and sucked onto Jungkook’s skin. There are so many reminders of the commitment they could have, but neither will offer out loud.

“Want me to fuck you, Jungkook?” His name sounds rough, coming from Taehyung, like a growl pulled from deep inside his chest.

“Please.”

Pressing his forehead to Jungkook’s shoulder, Taehyung whispers a quiet “Fuck,” before sitting back on his knees.

“I want you to ride me.”

It’s a command, even though it’s spoken softly. Jungkook could say no if he wanted to; he knows Taehyung would respect him. But he also feels like his instincts tell him that he must obey this predator who looms over him with a hungry glint in his eyes.

“I won’t be good,” Jungkook mutters as Taehyung trades places with him. He’s gorgeous, laid out on the bed, honey gold skin against white sheets, and his hair dry enough to start getting fluffy and poofy atop his head. Jungkook may be gorgeous, too, but he’s inadequate in other ways.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung leans slightly to reach for Jungkook, guiding him to straddle his hips like before.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, and you’ve…”

“I’ve what?”

Biting his lip, Jungkook looks off into the room, his eyes landing on his reflection in the darkened window. Seeing a distorted image of himself on top of Taehyung makes him even more nervous.

“You’ve had sex with other people before,” Jungkook says quietly.

“Bun,” Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s tiny waist and glides his palms upward until they rest on his chest. “This is about me and you, that’s it. The other people are in the past for a reason. And I’d never judge you. You’re so perfect, Jungkook. You do it for me just by being you. I don’t care about you being ‘good’ or ‘bad’ or whatever. You’re you, and that’s enough, alright?”

Jungkook rests his hands on Taehyung’s and keeps them cradled to his chest when he nods in understanding. Maybe he’s naive, but he believes Taehyung, even though his insecurities tell him not to.

“I want you to ride me so you can determine our pace, okay?” Taehyung explains, and Jungkook nods again. “You can control how much you take, so you’re more comfortable. If I’m on top, I might hurt you.”

A bit of primal fear returns, spiking through Jungkook’s fiery veins with a shot of ice. Although they joke around about their differences, the reality is that Taehyung is bigger and stronger than Jungkook. He genuinely could hurt him, especially with this being Jungkook’s first time.

Choosing to trust him, Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s hands so he can rest them on Jungkook’s waist. It feels nice having Taehyung’s hands there, like a comforting pressure to remind Jungkook that he has someone to support him through this.

“Okay,” Jungkook confirms breathily, with a sigh. “Okay. I’m ready.”

He wants to be sexy, but he doesn’t know if he can be when he’s trembling with nerves along with excitement. Taehyung genuinely doesn’t seem to mind. He rubs Jungkook’s sides, lightly dragging his nails across his ribs and occasionally brushing over his nipples while Jungkook works up the courage to do this.

“Do you want me to help? I can sit up and—”

“No!” Jungkook blushes from his sudden outburst, but Taehyung just grins.

“Alright, alright,” Taehyung says, lying back and crossing his arms behind his head. “I’ll be over here minding my own business.”

Something about the nonchalant pose makes Jungkook’s stomach flip, and not just because it makes Taehyung’s biceps bulge. Forcing himself out of that mindset, Jungkook presses his palm against Taehyung’s chest to steady himself as he leans forward, lifting onto his knees.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Taehyung murmurs as Jungkook reaches behind himself to gently grab Taehyung’s cock. He keeps his promise by staying still and letting Jungkook guide his cock, slippery with Jungkook’s slick, to his hole.

Jungkook is so wet that he takes Taehyung’s cock much easier than he expected, even with how thick it is. Still, it’s a lot, especially for a prey hybrid’s first time, and Jungkook’s body trembles as he sinks further down, taking it slow like Taehyung told him to.

“Tae,” Jungkook whimpers once Taehyung is fully inside him.

“Fuck, look at you.” Taehyung runs his palms up Jungkook’s thighs until he reaches his waist, giving him a light squeeze. “How do you feel, bun?”

“You’re big,” Jungkook’s voice trembles as severely as his body.

“Mmm,” Taehyung smirks, wild eyes sparkling despite their darkness. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Playfully hitting Taehyung’s firm chest with his fist, Jungkook scolds him for his vulgar comment during such a serious moment.

“Oh my god, Tae, shut up.”

Dropping the cocky attitude, Taehyung’s features soften despite maintaining the wild look, still stroking Jungkook’s instinct to run. Taehyung lightly squeezes Jungkook’s hips, pulling him forward just enough to understand the silent cue to start moving if he feels comfortable.

So Jungkook does, at first leaning forward with his hands holding Taehyung’s pecs as he tries rolling his hips. The angle lets him adjust to Taehyung’s size better, slowly easing away the stretch and light discomfort he’d felt earlier until he’s whimpering and calling Taehyung’s name in a rushed chant.

“Lean back a little,” Taehyung instructs as he bends his knees slightly so Jungkook has something to hold onto. “It’ll feel better if my little bunny bounces.”

The bad thing about being on top is that Jungkook can’t hide from Taehyung’s teasing. All he can do is blush until his face is on fire, and then do exactly as Taehyung says, lifting and easing down until he is bouncing on Taehyung’s cock.

“Oh my god, oh god,” Jungkook nearly wails when Taehyung grabs his hands and intertwines their fingers.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock, baby,” Taehyung groans, “You look so pretty, fuck.” He squeezes Jungkook’s hands so tightly that it hurts, but Jungkook doesn’t care because Taehyung didn’t call him bun; he called him baby.

“Again, Tae,” Jungkook gasps, letting his head lull to the side as he moves. “Call me that again.”

Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s hand and reaches up to wrap his hand around his throat, using his grip to force Jungkook to look at him.

“Hmm? What? Call you baby?”

With a quiet whine, Jungkook nods his head. He doesn’t think he’ll survive the swell of affection he feels inside his chest when Taehyung grins with so much boyish charm and repeats himself,

“Baby, you’re my baby, Jungkook-ah. Didn’t you know?”

“Harder,” Jungkook whispers in response, too overwhelmed to articulate himself in any other way.

That one word is all Taehyung needs, though. His hands find Jungkook’s waist as he plants his feet and thrusts upward, pulling Jungkook down on his cock to meet each thrust. It’s a miracle they found time to be alone, with Jungkook a crying, babbling, moaning mess on top of Taehyung, completely resigned to being a pillow princess who can do nothing but hold on as Taehyung fucks into him. It’s hard and fast, so desperate that Taehyung was otherwise good at hiding. His fingers dig into Jungkook’s hips hard enough to leave bruises that will match the ones scattered across his neck and collarbones, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He likes it.

“Feel good, baby?”

Jungkook nods quickly, not bothering to speak through his sounds of pleasure. He leans forward slightly to slide his hands through Taehyung’s hair and rubs his fuzzy tiger ears once his fingertips brush against them. The deep purr he gets in response makes him touch Taehyung more.

“Gonna cum with me, baby? Can you do that for me?”

He nods again as Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s cock and starts jerking him off at the same pace he fucks him. The buildup of pleasure has Jungkook wound so tightly that it only takes a few pumps before he cums with a loud sob.

“Fuck,” Taehyung hisses, continuing to jerk Jungkook off even when he starts to cry. He doesn’t stop until Jungkook cums for a second time, with Taehyung as he finally finds his release.

Jungkook can feel the moment Taehyung relaxes, when his hungry fervor slowly seeps away and exhaustion takes over. He feels it in himself, too, his arms and legs losing strength until Jungkook thinks he’s just a blob slumped onto Taehyung’s heaving chest.

“I didn’t pass out while conscious,” Jungkook whispers and Taehyung weakly laughs.

“Does that mean I didn’t perform well?”

Taehyung is cheeky and fishing for compliments that Jungkook will gladly give him.

“It was really nice, Tae,” Jungkook speaks against Taehyung’s neck, where he nuzzles his face to scent him despite them being covered in each other’s scents from sex. “I’m happy it was with you.”

There’s so much more Jungkook wants to say, but he can’t. Not now, when it could ruin the moment. Not now, when they must slowly pry themselves from each other and take another shower because Jungkook’s slick and cum are all over them. Later. Jungkook will tell Taehyung later, tell him everything he’s afraid to say as they cram into the shower together and take turns washing each other’s hair.

He promises himself that he’ll tell Taehyung later. 

-

Clubbing isn’t as terrible as Jungkook feared it would be. It’s pretty fun, though he wonders if he’s having a good time because he’s under the spell of a particular tiger hybrid with a dazzling smile and warm eyes that crinkle every time they happen to fall on Jungkook’s from across the room. Jungkook is also drunk, so that could also impact the level of enthusiasm he has when Suyun drags him out onto the dancefloor.

“You look unusually happy,” she shouts over the loud music with a hoarse voice.

“I’m always happy!” Jungkook gives Suyun a deep pout.

“Well, yeah, but like, more than usual!”

Jungkook doesn’t know if there’s such a thing as a post-sex afterglow, but he really hopes that Suyun doesn’t make any connections to what transpired before he and Taehyung arrived at the nightclub. He wonders if Taehyung has already told his friends or if they can tell.

Biting his lip, Jungkook looks away from Suyun’s swaying dance moves and finds Taehyung leaning against the bar with Jackson and the pretty panther predator Jungkook remembers from the library, Ten.

“Oh, I know what it is,” Suyun giggles and gulps half her drink. Jungkook has the same kind, though he doesn’t remember what it is; aside from that, it’s more vodka than anything else.

“What? No, you don’t!” Jungkook shoves Suyun, and she shoves him back until they’re both play-fighting while the other clubbers try to grind on each other. “Stop it!”

“You’re in looooove, Jungkook-ah! You’re all glowy in the face because you’re in love!”

“Shut up!”

“What, are you afraid he’ll hear me?” Suyun’s eyes are large and glazed over when she turns around to look for Taehyung. “Maybe I should tell him for you. TAEHYUNG! JUNGKOOK WANTS YOU TO KNOW THAT—”

Jungkook grabs Suyun’s arm and yanks her hard enough that she stumbles into him, causing the two of them to nearly trip. Some kind stranger struggles to straighten them up, but the damage is done. When Jungkook looks again, Taehyung and Ten are already walking over.

“Suyun, please,” Jungkook pleads with his big, round, starry eyes that typically get him what he wants.

Before he can get Suyun to promise not to completely ruin his life, Taehyung and Ten approach them.

“What’s up, bun?”

Taehyung reaches for Jungkook’s hand and intertwines their fingers. Despite it being an innocent gesture, arousal spikes through his stomach. Just over an hour ago, Taehyung had intertwined their fingers in an entirely different context.

Jungkook feels Taehyung’s tail curl around his calf and playfully tug him, and he’s reminded that Taehyung said Jungkook didn’t need to slick for him to smell his arousal. That knowledge makes him nervous like he’s going to be found out for being a horny freak. Taehyung’s smile is soft and innocent when he looks up, so maybe Jungkook is in the clear.

“Suyun is just being silly,” Jungkook explains, shooting Suyun a look.

Suyun shrugs, “I’m drunk.”

Taehyung snorts and gestures with a nod toward the bar.

“Jackson is over there. You should have him get you some water.”

Suyun skips away with an annoyed sigh, leaving Jungkook with Taehyung. and Ten, who gives Jungkook an odd look.

“I don’t think Taehyung properly introduced us,” Ten says with a pretty smile that makes Jungkook nervous. Jungkook doesn’t particularly want to be properly introduced to him.

“Ah, shit, sorry, I’m bad at introductions,” Taehyung apologizes with a laugh that eases Jungkook’s nerves. “Ten, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook.”

Boyfriend.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jungkook,” Ten says sweetly, though it seems obvious to Jungkook that the airiness to his voice is forced. “No wonder Taehyung hasn’t been around much lately. I hope you’re keeping him out of trouble.”

Jungkook twists to look up at Taehyung’s sparkling eyes and can’t stop himself from wiggling further into his side. Taehyung loops his arm around Jungkook’s waist and nuzzles his cheek against his soft bunny ears, and Jungkook feels like he might die from how quickly his heart is beating.

“He’s getting me into trouble, actually,” Jungkook admits sheepishly, and Ten throws his head back in laughter.

“That doesn’t surprise me at all.”

Unbothered by the allegations against him, Taehyung breathes Jungkook in and purrs, soft and low, and Jungkook feels all his nerves disappear.  

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[suckerforcate]

Could you do a professor!Larissa weems x student!reader college au where the reader studies English lit at a top university and is a really good student but got disowned by their already not well off family for being queer so due to a lack of stable income and now housing the reader has turned to striping to try to make ends meet. Their teacher Larissa finds them stripping at a club she frequents and pays for a private dance. The reader doesn't realise Larissa is the one who the dance is for and gets really embarrassed and shy because they have feelings for her and they quickly find out the feelings are mutual as Larissa asks why they are stripping and tells them that if she quits strippings she'll take them to her house and fuck them senseless, while paying for their living/tuition essentially becoming her sugar mommy?

Professor Weems

Pairing: professor!Larissa Weems x student!Reader (over 18 ofc.!!)

Word Count: 1253

Warning: strip club, slight NSFW, mention of smut, sugar mommy

A/n: AU!, hope you like this!!! Coukd do a part 2, with smut if you want! <3 @a-random-dead-thing-in-a-grave

You could've described your life as perfect, you had everything you wanted and needed, you were happy and privileged. Until you weren't.

You studied English literature in Oxford, your parents, and you never had the best relationship, but they always supported you financially, and you still lived at home. Having set boundaries and a few rules, living together was actually not too bad.

You loved going to University, especially because you had this amazing Prof. Prof. Weems was her name, she was incredibly intelligent and really fun at the same time. On top of that, she was stunning, making you crush on her fast. You never thought, you'd have a chance with her and were happy admiring from a far. But with time you felt, that it would probably still be appropriate to tell your parents about your sexuality. Quite frankly, you were sick of them asking if you had found a boyfriend already.

After that, it all went downhill. You had never known your parents to be homophobic, but apparently they were. Kicking you out immediately and refusing to pay any further for University. Apart from the fact that you needed to pay a flat now, University of Oxford is damn expensive. So just like that, you weren't privileged at all anymore.

Desperate to make ends meet and pay for your living, you started stripping at this little club close to your flat. You always feared someone you knew would come in, as you couldn't afford to work outside of Oxford.

---------------

It had been a busy evening, the club was packed, and you made quite a lot of money. You hated so many people at ones, but the money was the important thing.

Larissa had come in quite late, the club had ready emptied a little. Walking in and approaching the bar, first thing she saw was you. She immediately recognised you, being one of her best students.

She was surprised to see you here, never had she felt you were in need for this, or that you were up for something like this. Her interest was aroused, so she asked the girl at the bar, if she could book a private dance with you. She hummed as a response and told Larissa to go wait in a separate room after she had paid.

Larissa didn't even bother to take of any clothes, that's not what she wanted out of this. She sat down on a chair, waiting for you to come in.

You were used to doing private dances, just not so late in the evening. Usually no one booked you so close before closing time. But you didn't complain, money was money.

Checking if your outfit sat right, you opened the door. Looking down, you seductively entered. As you looked up, your cheeks immediately reddened, and you covered your face with your hands.

"Prof. Weems, I didn't expect you here." You felt her stand up and approach you. To your surprise she took off her jacket and placed it around you, guiding you over to the bed.

"I could say the same." You knew she sat down next to you, because you felt the mattress dip down. You still couldn't look at her, too embarrassed.

"(Y/n), please look at me." Hesitantly you looked up, seeing nothing but concern and care in her eyes. The judgement you had expected, nowhere to be seen.

"How come you do this?" She gently rubbed your back, making you feel absolutely safe and showing you that you could trust her. It was a pleasant feeling, thinking back at your life, you weren't sure you had felt like this before.

"I-, My parents kicked me out and stopped paying for University, so I need the money. University is fucking expensive." You chuckled through tears, attempting to lighten the mood. Larissa offered you a reassuring smile.

"Can I ask why they kicked you out?" You stiffened, did you really want to tell her? You had only ever told your parents, and that ended well. Afraid of another rejection, another heartbreak. But she seemed accepting, calming, even comforting.

"I'm gay." You whispered, nearly inaudible. Larissa's eyes widened, and at the sight of your tears she pulled you into a hug. Gently stroking over your hair, holding you close. Careful not to touch any bare skin, which you had a lot of at the moment.

"Oh love, I'm sorry that they weren't accepting." You looked up at her, the fear still in your eyes. Larissa immediately understood what you asked. Being reminded of having the same look in her eyes. She slightly laughed, a sound of the heavens escaping her lips.

"Oh no, don't be scared. I'm also gay." Your eyes widened, fast to hide your face in her shoulder. Not wanting her to see your reddened cheeks. Still Larissa knew, you were flustered, and it made her laugh. She thought you were incredibly cute.

Gently she pushed you away, forcing you to look at her. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"Let me pay for you. I'll pay your tuition and rent. But, you have to stop stripping." Shock rushed over your face, why would she do that?

"No, I can't ask that of you. Absolutely not."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Willingly." You shook your head at her.

"What do you get out of that?" Larissa smirked, thinking of all the things she could do with you. She leaned forward, mouth next to your ear. Voice deep, not more than a whispered, she answered.

"I'll take you to my house and fuck you senseless, how does that sound? Apart from that, you could keep me some company." You felt yourself shiver, goosebumps gracing your skin. Never would you have thought, she could like you in any way, whatsoever.

"Well," You pushed her back, looking in her eyes, "you don't have to pay me, for me to spend time with you. I'll gladly to that anyway." Larissa smirked knowingly.

"Why, even better. Still I'd like to pay for you. I don't like the idea of you in this establishment." You knew, arguing would get you nowhere. Would it be so bad to accept her offer?

Slowly you leaned forward, cupping her cheek. Looking into her eye for permission, you softly kiss her. "Everyone is going to say your my Sugar Mommy." Larissa smirked against your lips, leaning her forehead against yours.

"Would that be so bad?" You rolled your eyes at her, not able to hide the blush on your face. Slightly you shook your head.

"I suppose not." Her hand slipped to the back of your head, pushing you closer again, your lips meeting hers.

"Grab your things, I'll take you home." She waited for you, still sitting on the bed. You grabbed your bag, deciding not to put on your clothes. Instead, staying in the revealing outfit and her jacket. Entering the room again, you felt her eyes all over you. She smirked mischievously.

"What do you think you're doing?" You approached her. Standing between her legs, you let her wrap an arm around your waist. Her head rested on your chest and without warning you felt light kisses all over your chest, between your breast and on the fabric of your bra. You grabbed her hair, pushing her closer to you. A light whimper escaped you, as you tried to direct her to your nipple.

"I'll destroy you later." She said, smirking against your skin, earning a moan from you.

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[lou-struck]

Winning Streak

Katskui Bakugou x reader Part 1

College! AU

~You have hidden your crush on Katsuki Bakugou for a while now, but when he shows up at your door wearing nothing but a pizza box everything changes.

Warnings- swearing, nudity, but everything important is covered, the reader being a bit flustered by it, Football Player Katsuki, eavesdropping.

The dorms at your University are always quiet on a Friday Night, the carpeted hallways abandoned for the bright lights of the football field. Checking your social media you can see that all your friends are there watching your university's Football Team try to conquer their enemies and secure themselves a spot in this season's playoffs.

Usually, you would be right there with them cheering on your team and staring wistfully at the helmeted head of Katsuki Bakugou, the star running back with an explosive temper.

You've had a few classes with the Blond and he lives on the floor below you with all of the other football players, they are a loud group but they never fail to put a smile on your face when you pass them by or run into one of them in the kitchen. Everyone is friendly except Bakugou, you barely see him out and about and he doesn't really socialize with those outside of his team.

But he does seem to tolerate you more than others. If you are in the common area working on homework he sometimes will join you at your table to do his own work, The two of you would sit there for hours without saying a word to each other. until he finishes his assignment and leaves.

The encounters are strange but you can't seem to shake the crush that you have on him at all, something about this insanely smart, grumpy man who sits with you has made a home in your heart has persuaded you to stand out in the cold rain to watch him run into endzone after endzone. Tonight would be no exception.

But you sadly have other things to do...

It's supposed to be one of the biggest games of the year and the after-parties are supposed to be legendary.

Looking down at your unfinished essay with a sigh you think about all the fun your friends will be having tonight while you stay home collecting dust over your notebook. Through your open window, the lights of the stadium shine in the distance able to be seen and the cheers of the crowd reach your ears through the glass to signal the start of the game.

You erase the first few words you had written down before with a groan, it's going to be a long night.

~

Your phone has been flung onto your bed for your own sake, you kept wanting to check the score of the game whenever you heard an increase in the steady volume of cheering from outside. By the time the cheering has stopped and the game is over you are nearly down with your paper. The muscles in your hand seize and ache and your pencil sharpener is full of fresh shavings from how many times you have had to happen your utensil.

The full sharpener and multiple completed pages scream at you to take a break and so you do. Your legs feel stiff as you get up out of your seat and walk to where you chucked your phone.

Right away you can see all of the celebratory videos your friends have posted from within the mob of celebrating students and players.

'They won,' you say to yourself with a smile as you hear a commotion coming from the outside. Curiously you peek and see the dyed head of Eijiroru Kirishima getting out of his car leading a pack of sweaty but energetic Football players. Katsuki gets out from the passenger seat behind them.

You know it's impolite to eavesdrop but you can't help it, cracking open your window just a bit you are able to listen to their conversation.

"Bakubro, are you sure you don't want to go with us to the party?" Kirishima says yelling back to his Bestfriend.

The blond shakes his head "Nah, that shits gonna be lame. I have better things to do than to Drink with a bunch of freshmen."

The other players make it into the building but Kiri walks back and slings an arm around Bakugou...Lucky Bastard.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go? They might be there." He says with a grin that blinds you from where you are standing.

Bakugou thrashes his arms and tries to wiggle out of Kirishima's Grasp, "what the hell shitty hair?" he yells before quieting down a bit and turning his head as if he is nervous about someone hearing him. "I never should've told you that."

"ha, you really shouldn't of." he teases. "So are you going?"

"No Shuttdup," Katsuki grumbles walking out of your field of view "I'm gonna shower and get to bed, it's exhuastin having to carry your asses all game."

"Ouch, I know you don't mean that Buddy," Kiri says with a chuckle. He raises his head and looks around, you really don't want to be caught eavesdropping. With urgency, you didn't know you possess you hit the ground to avoid the Red Heads' gaze.

By the time you get up the man is gone and you let out a deep sigh of relief.

'This is what I get for eavesdropping.' you mumble thinking back to what Eijirou said to his friend. '20,000 people go to this school, of course, Katsuki Bakugou likes someone.'

With a huff you turn your attention to your paper, hoping that if you get done you still could make it to someone's party and forget about the fact that your crush is basically off the market.

~

It's been forty minutes or so of writing and erasing when you hear the roaring laughter from downstairs. It's not anything unusual but it's enough to make you look back out the window at the much cleaner-looking Athletes running toward Kirishima's van, the redhead pulls out of his spot and out of the lot.

With the absence of Kirishima and his teammates, the dorms are once again quiet. With everyone else out having the time of their lives partying you feel more motivated than ever to get to work on your essay. You plop down in your chair and prepare to finish it as soon as you can.

Raising your pen you prepare to start the next paragraph. Just as you begin to write you hear a string of curses and the sound of thumping footsteps, the sound shocks you enough to make you jerk your arm and send a streak of black ink across your paper.\

Now you're the one who's cursing.

The footsteps outside only get louder. With a huff, you scoot back from the desktop and stomp to your room door, ready to chew out whoever is making all this noise when you are trying to concentrate.

Gripping the doorknob you fling it open and come face-to-face with Katsuki Bakugou, He has a look of embarrassment on his cheeks. Immediately you understand why. Droplets of water cling to his hair and down his bare chest. With the exception of a conveniently placed pizza box from a place on campus, the Man is completely nude.

Your eyes meet his crimson ones in shock.

"Kat-" you start to say but he cuts you off.

"Those Idiots took my clothes and my keys when I was in the shower," he says.

You blink stupidly at the specimen in front of you unable to find the part of your brain that makes speech possible.

"Well, are ya gonna let me in?" he says irritably glancing back at the hallway he just came from.

You step aside for him to come inside and you try your best not to catch a glimpse of his backside as he walks past you. "I can get you a towel... and some clothes." you finally say in a hushed tone. You grab one of your folded towels and some worn sweatpants and a sleepshirt from your closet and toss it to him fearing that if you looked at him too closely you may just combust.

He takes the clothes and examines them carefully, "Are these your boyfriend's or something?" he says with a disinterested tone.

"N-no," you say "They’re pajamas. Now can you please just put them on?"

He turns around and gives you the biggest smirk you have ever seen. "What? you don't like what ya see?"

Normally you are even-tempered but there is just something about having the school's star athlete naked in your bedroom that just makes you lose it for a second.

"No, I want you to put them on so you stop getting my carpet wet and you don't sit on my bed with your bare ass, Katsuki." you snap at him.

Katsuki chuckles at your display but takes the clothes. "Cute."

You turn around with your arms crossed as you hear the sound of shuffling clothes and the pizza box hitting the floor. "Are you done yet?" you ask.

"Yea, don't worry Princess, I'm modest now." he jeers. Hoping you arent being punked, you turn around. The clothes fit him well, The faded sweats and stretched-out T-shirt look way better on him than they ever did no you, it's a bit unfair that Katsuki looks so good without even trying.

"You weren't at the game," he says matter o factly. as he walks over to your desk and begins to pick up the little trinkets on your desk.

"Nope, I had things to do," you say gesturing to your essay.

he glances down at it, "This for Aizawa's class? You know that's not due for a while."

"No the deadline says it's due the 17th." you protest.

"Yeah, the 17th of November, he laughs.

"You're joking," you groan feeling a deep set feeling of uncomfortableness in your temples. Did you really spend the last five hours writing like a madman for a paper that is due in over a month?

Did you really have to look this stupid in front of your crush?

"Maybe I like being ahead," you say defensively crossing your arms. "At least I'm not streaking through the dorms like a pervert, why did you even come up the stairs anyway, a RA could've unlocked your door for you?"

A pink tint covers his cheeks as he kicks the now discarded pizza box toward your trash can. "There is no way I'm letting that damn idiot see me like this, I knew that you were here so I came up. here once those extras took my shit."

"How did you know I was here?" you ask, seeing him embarrassed fills you with confidence. This is the longest conversation the two of you have ever had and he's never been to your dorm room before.

"Shitty Hair told me he saw you earlier," he tells you. Taking a deep breath he starts towards the door. “ I’ll bring your stuff back tomorrow, I’ll just chill in the hall till they get back.“

”Wait, you can stay here if you’d like.“ you say a little too quickly to be subtle. “You guys won a big game today, they probably are going to be out all night, and nowhere else is open.”

There is a soft sincerity in his gaze as he looks back at you. "Are you okay if I stay?" his voice has a softness to it that you have never heard before, it almost sounds nervous.

"I don't mind," you smile at him "I'm not really in the mood to go anywhere tonight."

His shoulders drop and a switch seems to flip inside of him.

"Good, those parties are lame," he smiles flopping down on your bed like it's his room, not yours."You shouldn't waste your time with those extras."

"Extras? Really?" you tease "How would you know? You never go out."

"What, are you looking for me now?" he says with a grin.

It’s so unfair, how does he get to fluster you like that? You don’t get him at all. 

It’s almost as if he’s flirting with you. But why would he? 

Katsuki Bakugou can have anyone he wants, why should he bother with you?

“ It's not like that, “you say clenching your fist into balls. He’s right though, it’s exactly like that. Any party that you have gone to on campus no matter how much you’ve had to drink your eyes scan the room looking for only him. 

“Are you sure?“ He says calling your bluff immediately.

Your voice comes out so small, one wouldn't dare to call it a whisper. But his ears pick up the syllable as it leaves your lips. 

"No.”

#Bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha fluff #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo fluff

[tubbytarchia]

What is that Galaxy-Eyes AU you made?

Ok I'll do a quick master thread to compile all the art and ideas I have for this AU so it's properly,,, somewhere!!

It's a futuristic AU called "Galaxy's Constant", a Universe in which Kaito calls upon Galaxy-Eyes once more. If I could draw a single good looking human in less than 2 months then I would absolutely try and draw or animate for this AU more

Some animations for the AU here and here (just links to other Tumblr posts)!

Here's a little prologue I've had gathering dust to introduce the main idea of the story

wow bazinga

I'm utter garbage at outfit design and fun fact I got two design concepts from two people who are way better than me at this, but in the end didn't end up using either of those amazing designs lol. But maybe one day for something else!! This is your typical "drinks 5 coffees a day" Kaito but also Uni/college student studying outside of Heartland when ruh oh! Something happens to his family (Faker and Haruto) (no doubt at the hands of Mr. Heartland) so he hurries to Heartland Tower. To deactivate the defensive measures and break in, he has his trusty Orbital (and bike for travel)

He doesn't end up being able to reach his family but does retrieve an artifact before escaping from security. It's the Photon Spear woooo and he ends up throwing it at the sky, surprised when it seemingly defies gravity to fly higher before releasing a giant-ass dragon!! It's a battle hardened Galaxy-Eyes, having laid dormant for so long that it's appearance is ragged and it struggles to use its powers

There's an immediate connection, the dragon is not hostile and Kaito feels familiarity in its presence... As seen in the Kaito concept, Kaito starts carrying the spear around to summon GE at will. Really want to make use of the idea that the spear's sides can fold in so Kaito can pack it in a guitar case and then other people go "omg you play guitar?" and Kaito's like uhh (GE is a huge ass mf but Kaito keeps them a secret for as long as he can)

Aaand I haven't gotten that much further with filing out the plot with anything concrete!! But I really like the idea and will certainly try. Mizael and other Zexxys appear eventually, as well as an equally large Tachyon dragon for a huge Galaxy-Eyes duke off!!

Some weird fucked up plot about space and time is gonna happen and I'm really bad at writing anything like that but no matter. What matters is that Galaxy-Eyes becomes even bigger and prettier and makes everything okay and all the humans live happily ever after

And lots of angst but maybe a few hijinks as a treat too. I will say that Mizael stabs a guy with the Photon Spear at some point and that's about all I can say about that

Thank you so much for showing interest kind anon and encouraging me to put this stuff out there for once

#kaito tenjo #galaxy-eyes #galaxy-eyes photon dragon #kite tenjo #zexal #yugioh zexal #my art #ask

[thebubblesareevil]

Life on the farm pt 6 its pointless to resist

Jazz was PISSED! She left for a college tour and came home to her brother missing, Vlad having a breakdown because an object of his obsession is missing, Jack and Maddie ranting about phantom killed their son, and clockwork sitting on her bed.

“Care to explain what’s ACTUALLY going on. Because Vlad is in crisis and Jack and Maddie think Phantom killed Danny, which would be pretty hard to do considering he is phantom, Sam and tucker are no help, they haven’t really been on speaking terms since the break up.” She says with a glare.

Clockwork is a primordial being, the personification of time itself, he is no fool.

“Danny is safe in another universe, he has found parents that fully accept him for what he is… and he misses you very much.” He says with a soft smile stroking his beard. “The friends he makes in that world will help him become one of the greatest ghost kings of all time.” Jazz gave him a very unimpressed look.

“My brother already is the greatest ghost king you’ve ever had, the last one subjugated the residents of the infinite realms for years, try again.” Clockwork laughed.

“That may be so but there, he will be happy, and he will help others in ways that will prevent great tragedy from befalling that universe.” Clockwork grinned “would you like to join him. You can always return through the infinite realms once your brother masters portals. It’s shouldn’t be too long now”

Jazz weighed her options, on the one hand she would be with her little brother, on the other hand she would have to leave her entire life behind. She hears a crash from down stairs. “Let me pack my things. There are a few things I’ll need if I’m entering a new world.”

Clockwork shifted into his middle aged form, “but of course”

“New world or not I’m finishing my education, Danny may have all the tutor in the infinite realms to teach him what he needs to know but I’m going to be a psychiatrist not a ghost king. I’ll need records so I can go to school. Danny has a family all set up and that’s all well and good, I’ll be visiting him on holidays but I am going to college. I’ll need some college brochures, I’d like to find a tutor in that world as well so I can get up to date with any new practices from that world.” Clockwork gave her a wide grin and with a slight hum he said “I know the perfect person. It will all be handled.”

Jazz gave the primordial god of time a grin “alrighty then let’s get going. The sooner I get settled the sooner I get to go find my little brother!”

Clockwork grinned and thought to himself ‘this is going to be fun, perhaps I should introduce her to my granddaughter, that would be most amusing’

Jazz finished packing and the two headed into a whole new world after permanently decommissioning the portal.

Wouldn’t want any unwanted visitors

—————

Pamela Isley is a reasonable woman, true she was a little, Enthusiastic about her plants, but ever since she got together with Harley she can concede that she’s calmed down a reasonable amount. So when she walked into their living room to find her girlfriend staring at a red headed teen sitting on their couch with a man eating plant on one side and a hyena on the other, typing away without a care in the world, she didn’t immediately kill the girl. She did give an exasperated sigh when Harley asked if the girl was her secret love child, but no she didn’t kill the kid. When the girl looked up and gave the two a unexpectedly sharp grin, (were her eyes glowing?!) and introduced herself as Harley’s new student and how she wanted to learn psychiatry from the best Ivy turned around. She needed coffee for this.

When she returned Harley had all but adopted the girl. They decided they needed to get the girl supplies to be a proper protege. Ivy put up with the girl for weeks, asking probing questions, lurking about the apartment. She was fed up with it. The three of them are headed out to eat when Ivy decides to confront Harley about the girl. Unfortunately this was Gotham and dinner is never peaceful. Of course who would they run into but Harley’s disgusting ex Joker. Before the fight can even start however Joker is shot with a green blast. There’s the annoying red head holding a weird gun standing across the room.

“Yknow, repeated exposure to ectoplasm can have unforeseen side effect. I once saw a man who was hit with too many blasts grow a third arm from his forehead and lose another limb between his legs. I’d be interested to see how it affects you Mr. Joker, Ṣ̵̡̲̻͓̲́͌̕͜h̴̡͎̼̬̮̳̲̳̤͙͑ͅa̶̦̟̭̱̝͑̌͒̎͗͐̏̋͑͘͝ͅļ̴̡̗͕̲͎̞̩̚ͅͅḻ̵̛͆͒̌́̐͗̐͝͝ ̶̛̞͚̄̆̇͆̈́̃̈͆̽͐̓͠w̷̡̮͔͖͍͇̞̳͖͍̺͍̅̀͜͜e̷̻̠͕͕̲̼͔̫̲̓͐̉̈́͑̓͋̚̚?̷̨͖̝̥̙̮̪͚̺̦̫̫̺̝͌̈́̏̆̎̍̑͛͐̈́̇͋͗̊”

While he was distracted Harley knocked him over the head with her bat and the three ran out of the restaurant laughing.

Maybe having Jazz Fenton around might be fun after all.

———

The next morning she found what appeared to be a Wayne child sitting on her couch. She turned around, she needed coffee for this.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #jazz Fenton #Harley Quinn #pamela isley #life on the farm #pt 6

[ageofbajabule]

Dawn of Love | Chapter 3

Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 7.6k (They might continue to grow, or stay around the same…)

Warnings: Fluff, (BOTH ARE 18 & OF LEGAL CONSENTING AGE IN THIS CHAPTER HERE ON OUT) 18+ content including: Protected Sex, Losing Virginity (Josh is an absolute sweetheart😭), Oral Sex (F! Receiving), Anxiety

Series Masterpost

If you haven’t read Chapter 2, please do so! And if you want to join my taglist fill out this form!

Author’s Note: I know its been a while since the last update! And I apologize, I was just so busy with my Greta Bender. And I’m so sad that my Starcatcher run has come to an end, but I had so much fun with all my friends and I miss them so much and Greta of course. My writers block also took a toll on how long this took to put out. But rest assured, you will love this chapter!! I’m not sure when the next one will be out, but hopefully sooner than this one.

June 2014

Your 18th birthday was finally here. It was the end of June, when summer started to pick up with its heat waves in the day and cool nights. You were going to take a summer job this year, but your parents insisted that you take the summer off before starting college in the fall. You were grateful for them, of course. They have been more supportive ever since you graduated high school.

Josh and yourself had been spending almost every night together this summer already. Whether he would practicing with the guys, or simply relaxing at home. He was insisting on taking you away for the weekend for your birthday. That it was a ‘Nice getaway.’

Of course you couldn’t say no to such a pretty face. He was so excited to take you away, he wouldn’t tell you where the two of you were going. But to pack your bathing suit, and one nice dress for a night out for dinner. After finishing packing you brought your bag downstairs, waiting for Josh to arrive.

“Have fun this weekend sweetie!” Your mom came up to you, hugging you tightly.

“Please use protection…” She whispered only for you to hear.

“Mom…” You groaned.

“I just want you to be safe is all.” She giggled softly, rubbing your shoulder.

Then saved by the bell, Josh was knocking on the front door. To which your dad answered it, opening it swiftly.

“Josh!” He pulled him into a hug.

“Hey Mr. Y/L/N.” He chuckled softly, hugging him back, patting his back.

“You two have fun this weekend, but don’t do anything reckless.” He pointed his finger at the two of you.

“Don’t worry dad, we won’t get into any trouble.” You smiled, pulling him into a hug.

“Happy Birthday pumpkin! Have a fun weekend.” He smiled at you.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to update you guys when we get there.”

Josh and you then walked out of the house, throwing your bag into the backseat of his car followed by getting into the passenger side in which he had opened for you.

Once you were settled in the car, he got into the driver’s side. He then turned the ignition on, and turned towards you smiling softly.

“So, where are we going?” You smiled at him softly.

“Well you know the lake house my parents own?” He chewed his lip nervously.

You nodded in response.

“I was able to get permission to just have it to ourselves this weekend.” He smiled softly.

“How exciting!” You smiled, kissing his lips softly. Josh kissed you back softly, caressing your cheek before pulling away.

“Although, I do have dinner reservations for tomorrow night for us.” He rubbed your arm softly, facing forward putting the car in gear.

The drive to the lake house wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. Josh kept going on about the courses that he had picked for the fall semester at Michigan University, although the two of you practically had the same degree. You weren’t going to have all of the same classes, so he was informing you of his schedule as you filled him in on yours.

He also finally let you take charge of the aux in the car, and said that it was ‘Birthday privileges’. You jokingly slapped his arm, playing not only your favorites but his as well. The weather was beautiful for the day, and the weekend was going to be nice as well for whatever Josh had planned.

After driving for some time, the two of you arrived at the lake house. Stepping out of his vehicle he grabbed both your bags, walking behind you to the entrance. He unlocked the door, pushing it open softly letting you walk in first.

He followed behind you, closing the door behind him. “So, upstairs to the right is where our room is. Strangely enough here we all have our own rooms.” He chuckled softly, making way upstairs.

You followed behind him, to help him settle in. When walking into his bedroom you smiled softly seeing all his old projects of film posters around the walls.

“I’m assuming you used to film a lot up here?” You giggle softly, running your hand across the one poster.

“Yeah, a bunch of our friends would come up for the weekend. And we would just shoot non-stop. It was fun, I don't really know why we stopped…” He shrugged.

You nodded, unpacking your bag and placing your clothes in the dresser. Grabbing your toiletries you placed in the bathroom across the hallway. Coming back to the room you see Josh, laying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Lying down next to him, you nuzzle into the side of his body. “Whatcha thinking about?”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Life…” He chuckled softly, rubbing your arm.

“Are you nervous about college?”

He turned to look down at you, nodding slowly. You smiled, stroking his cheek gently.

“It’s going to be fine, we have each other.” You kissed his lips softly. In return he kissed you back.

After a minute the two of you broke away from each other. “So, I was thinking. We grill some burgers and have a fire tonight, yeah?”

You nodded, smiling softly, “Sounds perfect.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent hiking the trail that surrounded the lake house. And after coming back the two of you had started prepping for dinner. You opted in making a side of salad, while Josh took charge of the grill.

He had also managed to get two bottles of wine for the weekend. Jake had a fake and would do favors for Josh. He opted to pick out a white wine, considering it was your favorite wine to drink. Your mother let you indulge once in a while with her.

After being satisfied with how the salad turned out that you made, you placed it in the center of the table. Josh returns back into the house, placing the plate of cooked burgers onto the table. You grabbed the buns and condiments from the kitchen bringing them back into the dining room.

“Looks good Joshy.” You smiled, kissing his cheek softly.

“Well, I'm no master chef. But I do grill a pretty mean burger…” He laughed softly. The sound that made you swoon over him even more. You loved his laugh, and the infectious smile that paired with it.

“Come on, let’s eat.” He pulled the chair out for you to sit down. In which you sat, as he pushed it back in for you, then proceeded to sit across from you.

You clapped your hands together, smiling softly. Grabbing the salad first to put some onto your plate, as Josh put a burger together for himself. The two of you then handed off, so you can make yourself a burger. Once your plates were situated, Josh stood up.

“Ah, the wine!” He chuckled, grabbing a bottle, opening it and finding two wine glasses in the cabinet. He proceeded to pour the wine into the glasses for the two of you, sitting back down he handed you a glass.

He then raised his glass to make a toast.

“Happy Birthday to my beautiful Sunshine…” He smiled as his cheeks turned a rosy shade. He tilted his glass to clink with yours.

“Thank you…” You blushed, then took a sip of your wine.

After that, the two of you began to eat your dinner. Talking about your plans for summer before starting college. What plans the guys had for gigs, and living arrangements for your dorms. Josh and you were both nervous about college, scared you weren’t going to like the courses, and terrified that you had chosen the right degree.

While eating and getting tipsy off of the wine, the two of you had finished eating. You opted in taking care of dishes, as long as Josh agreed to start the fire. Although you worried about him potentially burning the house to the ground. After cleaning and drying the dishes you returned them back to the cabinets, grabbing a light jacket and blanket. Carrying them in your arm, while walking out with the opened bottle of wine and glasses.

Josh finished up building the pit, and letting the fire start. The sun had finished settling, as you sat on the wooden log bench. Josh had s'mores set up to make for the two of you. He shuffled over to you, sitting beside you as the fire finally blazed to the setting Josh wanted it at.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, rubbing your side lovingly. “Are you having fun on your birthday weekend so far?” He started to draw circles on your back.

“I’m having a great time.” You smiled softly, your cheeks warming up from the wine.

“I know it’s not much, but I wanted to escape from reality for the weekend.” He moved his hand to caress your cheek.

“Josh, this is absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t want anything else… Being with you is just. That's all I want.” You sighed happily.

Josh then inches closer to your face, feeling his breath on your lips. You move closer to close the space by pressing your lips against his, moving in sync. He kept his hand placed on your cheek, as you placed yours on his neck, running your hand through the tips of his hair.

He swiped his tongue against your lips, guiding him as you deepened the kiss. Getting the minty taste off of his lips, he pulls you onto his lap. You blushed giggling against his lips. As you sat in his lap, lapping your tongue with his. You felt him harden beneath you, you gasped quietly from your core sitting on top. The only thing keeping you apart from one another is your clothes.

You were becoming wet as the minutes went by. The two of you then separated to catch your breath, panting slightly as you blush looking Josh into his eyes.

“Sunny… I want to. I really do, I just. I don’t want it to be like this…” He sighed softly.

You moved off of his lap, and sat beside him nodding slowly.

“No, not like that! I meant…” He put his head down.

“No, I understand Josh. We both had a bit too much to drink tonight.” You rubbed his cheek.

He smiled softly, pushing your hair back. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, so much…” You giggled softly.

The remainder of the night the two of you sat there telling childhood stories. Giggling by the fire all night, and making s’mores. After spending most of the evening out by the fire, it finally died out and the two of you cleaned up heading inside. You turned the lights out, making way to Josh’s room changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth.

Josh was already in bed, fastly asleep snoring slightly. Leaving enough space for you to crawl in next to him. You got under the covers laying beside him, kissing his cheek softly before snuggling into him and falling asleep.

The next morning, you woke up and Josh was missing from his place next to you. You reached over to feel and all that was left was a cold space and a note.

Ran out to grab us coffee! I didn’t realize there was none here. I’ll be making the two of us breakfast before spending the day at the lake.

Love, Joshy

You smiled softly, getting up you changed into your bathing suit and put on a light sundress. Making way downstairs you hear the door click, sensing Josh had come back already.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep alright?” He came up kissing your cheek. Handing you a coffee.

“Slept wonderfully. Did you?” You smiled, taking your coffee and sipping from it.

He nodded, humming softly. “I did. I’m gonna make a big breakfast. Because dinner tonight is going to be filling, no lunch today as we’ll be on the lake all day.”

You nodded smiling softly, “Sounds great. Do you want help?”

He smiled and nodded, grabbing the pans, “Do you want to help with the pancakes?”

“Of course!” You giggled softly, grabbing the pancake batter and eggs.

Josh turned the bluetooth speaker on, beginning to play his playlist he created for the two of you. It involved all of your favorites. The first song to start playing was Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel by Tavares.

The beginning notes Josh started dancing around the kitchen making you break out into a giggle. He shimmied past you grabbing the other things to make breakfast as you started working on mixing the pancake batter.

Heaven, must be missin' an angel

Missin' one angel, child

'Cause you're here with me right now

Your love is heavenly, baby

Heavenly to me, baby

Josh twirled you around, kissing your lips softly.

Your kiss, ah, filled with tenderness

I want all I can get, of your sexiness

Showers, your love comes in showers

And every hour on the hour

You let me feel your loving power

“Alright lover boy, we’re supposed to be making breakfast…” You giggled softly, pulling away from him, continuing to mix the batter. Then setting it to the side. He continued on his way of dancing and singing along.

You shook your head as you continued to giggle, pulling the butter out as well as the syrup. Josh chuckled softly, as he started frying the bacon up as well as the eggs.

“Scrambled?” He looked over his shoulder.

“Yes, please.” You smiled softly, as you started to fry the pancakes.

You added chocolate chips to some pancakes whereas the others you left plain. Once they were finished you put them into stacks on a separate plate as Josh finished cooking bacon and eggs. He turned the stove off, putting everything onto dishes, setting up the table for the two of you.

Following behind him you grabbed glasses of water for the two of you. You smiled sitting beside him, kissing his cheek softly. He smiled, loading both your plates up with eggs and bacon. You then put a couple pancakes on his plate, then put some on yours.

“Everything looks good.” You grabbed the syrup and put some over your pancakes.

“Well I did have some help…” He kissed your cheek, as he took the syrup then and applied it to his pancakes before cutting into them and eating.

You nodded giggling softly before digging into your food. The two of you just continued to eat your breakfast, not saying much to one another. Just enjoying the company of one another was good for the both of you. After your belly was full to your heart's content, Josh started to clean up after the two of you.

“I would’ve helped, Josh.” You sighed softly, trying to catch up with him on the dishes left behind.

“It’s okay Sunny.” He smiled brightly, finishing up cleaning.

“I’m gonna change into my swim wear and then I’ll be right back down.” He kissed your lips softly.

After breakfast the two of you walked down to the dock, setting down your towel to sunbathe. Josh had already ran and jumped into the lake from off the dock, he didn’t even give it a second thought. He tried to get you to join him now, but you had reassured him you would be joining him soon.

He had set up his bluetooth speaker to play music while the two of you were outside. You could hear him swimming around as the water splashed against the dock.

You had removed your sundress, revealing your emerald green bathing suit. Josh loved when you wore green tones and blue tones. So of course you opted in wearing a green tone suit that made all your features stand out to him. You sat upright, looking out at the lake smiling at Josh as he swam over to you.

“Mama…” He came up by the dock, looking at you.

“Yes?” You looked down at him giggling softly.

“Why don’t you come join me? Cool off…” He grinned mischievously. You shook your head giggling softly. You could tell he had a thought going in his head.

“You better not even think…” You started to scoot away from him. He chuckled softly, inching closer, lifting himself up onto the dock.

“What? The water’s great, not even cold.” He stood up, chasing after you. You started running from him

giggling. He was quick on his feet running right behind you.

“Joshua, no!” You giggled screaming, but he swept you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He started walking towards the end of the dock.

“Any last words?” You could tell he was smirking by the tone of his voice.

“Joshua Michael. Put me down.” You smacked his back.

“Okay…” He then threw you into the lake, swimming back up to the surface you shot a glare at Josh. As he stood there laughing softly at you, while you shuddered a bit from the shock in temperature change. The water wasn’t freezing, but it was cold enough to make you shiver. Eventually your body would adjust to it.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” You splashed water at him. In which he chuckled, jumping into the lake, swimming up to you. You splashed at him again, but with his strength he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. He kisses your lips softly, pushing your hair back.

You kiss him back, humming against his lips as you caress his cheek. You pull away slowly, looking into his honey brown eyes. “You’re still a jerk.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Yet you’re still with me.” He smirked softly, kissing your cheek.

The rest of the afternoon was spent floating around the lake, while having an occasional race with Josh as well. Where he ended up winning as he was stronger with his strokes when he swam. After gathering your things off the dock, the two of you headed back to the lake house.

“I’m sure you want to take a shower before we head out for dinner. So you can take the master bathroom to get ready, I’ll take the guest bathroom.” He smiled softly, placing your things on the small table in the mud room.

“Are you sure?” You looked over at him.

He nodded, walking up to you he kissed your lips softly. “Positive, Sunshine. Now go on, get ready. Do whatever you have to do, just be back down here for 6:30pm sharp. No later. Our reservations are for 7.”

You smiled softly, cheeks turning a shade of pink. You nodded and made your way upstairs to get into the shower and clean your body and hair the smell and feel of lake water.

After stepping out of the shower, you started to blow dry your hair. Then brushing it out leaving it lay naturally, before heading to the bedroom to start changing into your dress you brought along. Before slipping into your dress, you had put on your blace lace undergarments.

You weren’t expecting anything to take place tonight, but it offered you a sense of confidence. Josh and you had fooled around a little bit, but never crossed the line of sleeping with each other just yet. Something would always prevent it, whether it be Sam walking in on the two of you or your sister asking for help with a project.

It wasn’t easy, but you thought to yourself ‘Maybe it wasn’t the right time.’

Once putting on your undergarments, you slipped into your violet floral dress that rested at your knees. You then grabbed your sandals, slipping them onto your feet. There was some music playing from the living room’s vinyl player. You smiled to yourself knowing that Josh put it on, you put earrings on then a necklace Josh’s parents had given to you as a graduation gift.

You made way downstairs, to find Josh dressed in khaki pants, and a white button up shirt tucked into his pants. He heard your footsteps as he turned towards you smiling brightly.

“You look breathtaking.” He walked up to you, extending his hand out for you to take. You took a hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He kissed your hand softly.

“Thank you… You look handsome.” You blushed, smiling softly.

“Shall we get going?” He pulled you close to him, grabbing his car keys. You nodded, as he led the way out to his car. He opened the door for you, letting you get settled before making his way over to the driver side.

The two of you arrived at the restaurant 5 minutes prior to your reservation time slot. As Josh said he didn’t want to hit traffic, in which could you really blame him? He helped you get out of the car, walking up to the entrance of the restaurant he led you inside, following right behind you. He walked up to the hostess letting them know that the two of you were there for your reservations.

The restaurant he chose looked elegant, and pricey. You were worried that he might’ve chosen a place that would be out of your budget. The hostess led the two of you to your table, there were candles set up, for a nice candlelight dinner. Josh pulled your chair out, helping you sit then he sat across from you.

“Josh… This place is-“

“Expensive?” He chuckled softly, reaching across the table to hold your hand.

“Yeah…” You put your head down embarrassed.

“Hey… It’s okay. It’s not a big deal, I checked this place out before making a reservation. They had really good reviews, and I saved up from the gigs we’ve been playing recently.” He rubbed your hand softly.

“I’m sorry… I just don’t want you to be spending all your hard earned money on me. You worked for that…” You gave him a pouty lip.

“And I do what I want with it, and I want to treat you to a nice dinner. You’re my girl after all…” He kissed the top of your hand. You nodded blushing softly.

“Good evening, what can I get the two of you started on?” The waitress smiled at the two of you.

“Can I get water with lemon please?” You smiled softly.

“I’ll have the same.” Josh chimed in, the waitress nodded.

“I’ll be back with those and to take your order.” She smiled walking off, leaving it to be the two of you again.

“Order whatever you want, sunny. My treat.” He smiled, looking over the menu. You nodded and opened the menu seeing all the options, it was an elegant italian restaurant. The prices seemed outrageous to you, but you figured the food must be worth it.

You just opted in picking the safest route of ordering Tortellini with Vodka Sauce. Whereas Josh ordered Rigatoni pasta with the House Red Sauce. Dinner between the two of you was filled with laughter and bashful glances. Josh made you feel on top of the world at dinner, constantly telling you how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was.

The waitress then brought over a small dish with a piece of cake on it. With a note written out on the plate saying ‘Happy Birthday to my lovely, Sunny!’ You smiled looking over at Josh, mouthing a thank you as the waitress and other workers sang a happy birthday.

“Remind me to take you out to dinner for your birthday next year, and have that done to you.” You giggled softly, as you reached for a fork to take a bite of the cake.

“It wasn’t that bad!” He laughed softly, scooting closer to you. Leaning in for a bite of cake. You shook your head playfully.

“Are you worthy of a piece?” You raised an eyebrow as you held a forkful of cake.

“It’s my favorite and yours, so I think I am…” He smirked softly, you giggled playfully and placed the fork in front of his mouth in which he opened to take a bite.

“I do have a gift waiting back at the lakehouse…” Josh wrapped his arm around your waist as the two of you sat at the table in a food coma.

“Josh…” You whined, “I thought I said no more surprises or gifts…”

He placed a finger over your lips, “I will not take no for an answer. Besides, you'll like it.” He chuckled softly, the waitress returned with the bill as Josh immediately paid for it, not even allowing you to see it.

He rushed the two of you out of there before you could even get a glance at it. You rolled your eyes, as he helped you into the car.

Once the two of you arrived back at the lake house, he was walking with you in excitement, fiddling with the door to open it as quickly as he could.

You slipped your sandals off, leaving them at the door as Josh ran off to the kitchen. You made your way to the living room sitting on the couch. Josh came back with a small box, placing it in your hands to unwrap.

“It’s nothing crazy… But I saw it at the thrift store, and it stood out to me…” He smiled nervously.

You smiled unwrapping the tiny box, opening it slowly and it revealed a vintage sun shaped ring. You smiled at it then looked up at him. “Josh… it’s…” You smiled, slipping it onto your right ring finger. “This is beautiful.” You grabbed his face softly kissing him.

He kissed you back, placing his hand behind your neck softly. Pulling you closer to him, he pulled away slowly. “You like it?” He chuckled softly.

“Like it? I love it, Josh! This is so beautiful, I’m shocked someone let this beauty go…” You giggled lifting your hand up admiring it.

“You’re my sunshine… and I knew it had to be with you…” He caressed your cheek softly, taking in your features. You blushed resting your forehead against his. You kissed his lips again, placing your hand on his chest as he moved his hand to caress your cheek.

Inching closer to him this time, you shifted into his lap. Just like last night. He took his time with you, kissing your lips softly then moving his lips toward your jawline, trailing sweet kisses along it then kissing down your neck softly. A breathy whine left your lips, causing you to blush from slight embarrassment but Josh kept working on you.

You could feel the familiar heat travel to your center, feeling your panties soak from your arousal. You also felt Josh try to situate himself as he started to press against your core. He was feeling it with you, you moved your head to capture your lips with his again as he licked your bottom lip. In which you gracefully let him in, exploring one another for a bit feeling your body get hot from the intensity of the moment.

Josh pulled away, catching his breath for a moment.

“Josh… I’m ready…” You smile softly, running your hand through his hair.

“Are you sure?” He said barely above a whisper, but loud enough for you to catch it.

“I’m more than sure…” You nodded softly, caressing his cheek. Standing up from his lap, you put your hand out for him to follow you.

“Baby… We don’t have to, tonight…” He smiled nervously as you led the two of you to the bedroom.

“Josh, I want to. As long as you want this as well.” You smiled as you stepped into the bedroom.

“I just don’t want to hurt you…” He sighed softly, caressing your cheek. You giggled softly, kissing the palm of his hand.

“You’re not going to hurt me Joshua. It’s okay to be nervous, this is both our first time…”

“No… I just-“

“Josh I’m okay…” you trailed off, pulling him back in for another kiss, moving your hand slowly down his body until you reached your destination, palming him over his pants, your eyes widened in surprise at the size.

Josh could sense your hesitation pulling back to see you staring back at him. “That’s uh…that’s what I was nervous about.”

“We can go slow…” You took a breath, relaxing into him as you continued to palm him slowly. Feeling him throb under your touch. Sure you were nervous, but the first time is always going to be nerve wrecking.

“Let me take care of you…” He whispers against the shell of your ear. He kissed your neck softly, running his hands up and down your waist.

You nodded slowly, feeling your breath hitch, as Josh lifted your dress a bit, his fingers dancing along your thighs. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He looked into your eyes.

“I will…” You nodded slowly, going to undo his belt. He moved your hands away slowly, shaking his head softly.

“This is about you…” He chuckled softly, and began to bunch your dress up in his hands, just above your waist.

“May I?”

You nodded in response to his question, lifting your arms up he pulled your dress the rest of the way off. Leaving you in your matching set. You placed your hands on the sides of yourself. Josh then rid himself of his clothes leaving him only in his boxers. You could see him straining against the thin fabric.

He moved closer to you, stroking your cheek softly. He walked back with you until the back of your knees hit the mattress in which you then sat down onto the bed, crawling back until Josh was above you. He kissed your lips softly as he one hand was placed beside your head, and the other placed on your waist.

You moved your hands to cup his face as you deepened the kiss, your lips moving in sync. He hummed against your lips, before separating and kissing down your neck slowly. Working his way down your collarbone he kissed a top of your breasts that were still covered by your bra.

Your hands found their way into his hair, running through them slowly and softly. As he continued to kiss down your sternum to just before your navel. He shot a look up at you, before continuing on. You gave him a nod and smile of encouragement for him to continue.

With that reassurance, he used both his hands to slide your panties off leaving you bare to him. You blushed putting your hands over your face.

“Y/N…” He said in a quiet tone, reaching up for your hand to move from your face.

“You don’t need to hide. You’re beautiful.” He smiled softly, kissing your inner thighs making goosebumps rise.

He slowly worked his way closer, he used his two fingers circling then slowly over your swollen clit. Your breath caught in your throat as he warms you up. Josh licks a languid stripe over your clit, causing your body to arch. “Shit!” Your hands go to grip his hair softly.

“Relax… I got you.” He looked up at you with loving eyes, as he went back to licking with slow languid stripes. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the feeling. He took his time paying close attention to your clit sucking softly as his tongue swirled. You gasped softly when he slipped a finger in pumping it slowly.

“Josh… feels s’good.” You moaned out quietly. He continued to work on you, keeping a hold of your thighs pulling you closer to him. His nose brushing over your bundle of nerves, he continued to lap his tongue over your entrance and clit as he added another finger. Your walls clenched around his fingers from the feeling.

You felt a knot like - feeling forming in your belly, your body heating up. Josh kept his motions going, licking you feverishly. “Oh god… I- Josh…” Your body arched again as you gripped onto his hair.

He moved his mouth for a moment, “Come on mama…” His honey-like voice encouraged you. He reattached his mouth to your clit, with another swipe of his tongue you were coming undone. You felt a burst of waves through your body, as he helped you come down.

“That’s my girl…” He pulled away slowly, licking his fingers clean. You were breathing heavily, lying there running a hand through your hair. You sit up a bit, going to reach for the hem of Josh’s boxers but he moves your hand away.

“Ah, I told you tonight is about you…” He caressed your cheek. You melted into his touch. “Next time…” He ran his thumb over your lip, in which you wrapped your lips around it softly. Earning a groan from him.

He pushed his boxers off, revealing his achingly beautiful and hard cock. You felt your cheeks warm up, he chuckled softly looking down at you. “I’ll go easy… I’m nervous…” He blushed, grabbing a condom from the pocket of his pants. He ripped the packaging open and slid the condom onto himself. Pumping himself a bit before lining himself up.

“Are you ready…?” He breathed nervously, as if he was asking himself but you knew he was asking you. You nodded slowly. “Ready as I’ll ever be…” You giggle softly, cupping his cheek with your hand rubbing his cheek softly reassuringly.

He nodded, hiking your legs up around his waist and you rested them around him, pulling him closer to you. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance as you suck in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. He takes his time slipping in, going as slowly as he could, and you whine quietly, face scrunching up at the feeling.

Josh immediately looks down at you. “Is it too much…” His voice was soft and worried. As he stays stilled inside of you.

You shook your head, “Keep going…” You breathe out, as you feel him stretch you out. He nodded, pressing in further as he bottomed out, you let out a small yelp. He places a hand onto your waist. You look up at him nodding slowly to keep going.

He smiles softly, taking your hand in his kissing it softly. You smile softly using your other hand to try and unclasp your bra. He sees you struggling and helps you remove it. Once it was off he started to move at a slow pace, until you could adjust to him.

Josh went at a slow pace, dragging out slowly and thrusting back in. The discomfort was slowly dissipating, as he leaned down to rest his arms on either side of you, leaning down to nose as your cheek before dipping his head down to press a few kisses against your neck.

He nuzzled himself against you, letting one of his hands come down to rest against your hip, gently rubbing soothing circles against your skin. “You okay…” He said quietly against your cheek. You nodded slowly.

“Can you move a little faster?” You let out a small whimper as you started to feel the pleasure from his hips circling into you. He nodded, kissing your cheek softly, “Anything for my sweet girl…” He started to pick the pace up. You let out a moan, as your back arched lifting off the bed. Josh kissed down your chest.

“You’re doing so good for me…” He hummed against your skin, his kisses leaving you breathless as he kept thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace now. You felt his pubic hair brushing against your clit, causing you to let out another airy moan.

“Josh… you feel so g-good…” You couldn’t help but let out whimpers of pleasure. Hearing him groan against your ear as you tugged on his hair gently. Pulling him closer to you, even though your bodies were already pressed together. Sweat forming as the two of you stick together.

This moment is all you ever wanted, with the person you loved most. No other person you could ever imagine to be with.

Josh lifts himself a bit, as he pushes your legs back to rest on his chest. Allowing himself to hit your spot deeper earning a primal moan rip from your chest.

“You like that?” He moans out as he continues to thrust into you.

You nod your head as another whimper slips from you. “I’m so close…” You felt the familiar feeling from earlier creeping up.

“Me too…” He places his hand above your navel, pressing lightly. As his hips start to falter, he snaps faster into you. You reach for his hand intertwining them, as your second orgasm comes over you. Your back arches this time, shaking beneath him. His hips then stalled as he came to his release.

The two of you are panting, as he slowly pulls out. He stands up removing the condom, throwing it in the trash. He comes back to you with a washcloth to clean you up. He then grabbed your underwear and a pair of pajamas to change into.

He then slipped into a pair of boxers and shorts, crawling into the bed beside you after you had changed. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his chest.

“I love you Y/N.” He kissed your head softly.

“I love you too, Josh…” You smiled nuzzling into him.

August 2014

July went by quickly, Josh had joined you and your family on a trip to Florida for the holiday. Where he got to meet some of your other relatives, at the beginning of August Josh’s family invited you to join them on their family vacation to Nashville. In which you happily agreed to go.

The trip with the Kiszka’s was nothing but fun, they were a happy and fun family to be surrounded with nonetheless. Even if his mom had a little too much wine, she was still so lovely to be around.

People probably thought that you and Josh were annoying for how much time the two of you spent together. But you didn’t care, he was your person. He made you happier than anyone ever did before. He was a ray of sunshine, as his mom would say and it was true.

But today it was move-in day for Michigan State University. Josh and you had packed up everything you would need for the next couple months. This would be your new home for until the school year was over. Josh and you decided on packing everything into one car, and driving to campus together.

The goodbyes to your family and his were sweet and heartfelt even though the two of you wouldn’t be too far from home. It was nice to finally be somewhat on your own, starting a new chapter of your life.

Once the two of you arrived on campus, you found out the two of you would be staying in the same housing, just one floor apart from one another. The two of you met up with your roommate for the school year and started to move your things into your assigned dorms.

Move-in was stressful as it was a complete cluster with all the new students arriving and current students arriving as well. You felt a little overwhelmed and Josh could sense it as the two of you finished bringing everything in.

“Hey… You alright sunny?” He grabbed your shoulders, rubbing them softly.

You shook your head, “Just nervous, a little overwhelmed I guess…” You sighed softly, leaning into him wrapping your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he rubbed your back.

“Everything’s going to be fine. It’s normal to feel like this.” He chuckled softly.

You nodded, “Yeah… I’m just scared of starting this chapter. What if it isn’t what I’d hoped it would be?” You looked into his eyes.

“Sunshine… College, not even college. Life isn’t going to be perfect. Things are going to happen, your views may change on what you want to pursue. Shit, who's to say that Jake wants to continue on with music…”

The two of you locked eyes, laughing uncontrollably. “Yeah, Jake would never stop his music career. He is so passionate about it.” You smiled, “As I am with film…” You giggled softly.

“I’m so excited about this fall course. Did you know that they are going to be showing A Clockwork Orange?” He giggled softly. You shook your head smiling softly, man did he love that film.

“I wasn’t aware, did you somehow bribe the professor to showcase it?” You playfully jabbed at him.

He rolled his eyes, pulling you close to him, kissing your lips softly. You kissed him back, humming softly as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Get a room…” You heard a wanderer say, making the two of you break out in a giggle.

“It’s late anyways… We should probably head to our dorms and get ready for our first day of classes tomorrow.” You patted his chest lightly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Don’t want to be late…” He chuckled softly.

“You, late? Never…” You giggled softly.

“This time around I can’t be late, as it’s my money paying for schooling now…” He sucked in a breath. You nodded, smiling softly.

He walked you to your dorm room, standing outside of your room with you. He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. “I love you, sunny…” He smiled softly, kissing your lips softly.

You kissed him back softly, running your hand in his hair before pulling away slowly. “I love you too… Goodnight, Josh.” You pecked his lips softly, before entering your dorm to get a good night’s rest for classes tomorrow.

September 2014

It’s been a month since Josh and yourself have been students at Michigan State. The classes were relatively easy for this semester, the second semester is normally what became a little more challenging for most students.

Josh however was making a killing in the film class the two of you were in together. Everyone in class wanted to partner up with him every chance they could take, but he would turn them down to partner up with you. You always told him that he should consider working with others to help expand his creative mind. But he always reassured you that he felt more comfortable working with you.

You guys had a fall break coming up in October, it was only for a week, but it was still nice nonetheless to be able to go home and see family for a little while and get a break from classes.

While attending your classes here, you started to find a love in your photography more. Some days Josh and yourself would take walks around campus taking pictures of the trees that surrounded and heading back to your dorm to edit pictures testing your ability to see how much you’ve learned.

But nothing ever came close to making your short films with Josh. It was still one of your most favorite things to do, in fact the two of you had planned to work on a short film over winter break. Already had the cast lined up that you wanted present for your next project.

“Sunshine!” Josh saw you outside sitting on a bench fiddling with your tote bag.

“Hi, Joshy!” You smiled softly, as she took a seat next to you.

“And how is my beautiful girl doing today?” He chuckled softly, kissing your cheek.

“Great! Just finished my math exam… But I think I did well. At least I hope so, you weren’t very helpful last night with studying.” You poked his chest.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one getting handsy last night.” He smirked, making you blush as you were reminiscing from last night’s rendezvous.

“I can’t help that I’m attracted to you. It’s human nature…” You giggled softly.

“All things fuck…” He chuckled softly, as you slapped his arm playfully.

“Play nice Josh.”

“So, we’ve got exciting news. Jake got us booked a newer dive bar somewhere around campus here.” He smiled softly.

“Wow, that's great! Are they offering to pay more?” You always wanted to make sure the guys got paid for what they were worth. You started making money for yourself by taking clients for photoshoots.

“Yeah, he even said that if we put on a good enough show we can become a regular monthly gig…” He smiled nervously.

“Josh, that's amazing! I’m so happy for you guys.” You smiled softly, pulling him in for a hug.

“It’s really all Jake’s doing. He’s the mastermind.” He shrugged lightly.

“And you as well, you have a beautiful voice Josh. Don’t ever forget that!” You kissed his lips softly.

The guys had started to pick up more gigs to perform at on the weekends. Practically every other weekend Josh would be out at a local bar performing with the guys to try and get their names out there. Jake was very serious about trying to get somewhere, he was positive that one day they would be assigned to a label to start working on a record deal.

You showed up to every show they would have, being present to show your support for not just your partner but your friends, family to say the least. You looked up to Jake, Sam and Danny as brothers. The one local bar tried to get scouts to come in to see the guys perform to try and help jumpstart a process for them. As they had hope for them.

Of course you believed in them, you never once doubted them. But part of you also worried that Josh might perhaps give up on his film dream. And that’s what crushed you… You wanted to see him live out his passion, little did you know music was slowly becoming his passion too…

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To be continued

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Be My Escape

Past asshole boyfriend Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Future Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

Part 2/3

Catch up on part 1 here

Part 3

Masterlist

The following day, your parents drove you and your things the whole way to your new school, The University of Virginia. You were thankful that, that had always been the plan so you could secretly cry the whole way in the backseat. Even though you were the one to breakup with Jake, you knew that it was harder on you. It was always going to be. You had real feelings for him, you doubt he paid you much mind at all. Clearly didn’t think well enough of you to not cheat on you and lie to you.

Your cousin met you at your summer dorm and helped you and your parents move your things in. Your parents couldn’t take any time off from work so they had to leave almost as soon as you were unpacked but they wouldn’t miss taking their baby girl to college for anything so they did what they would. They knew you’d be in good hands with Russel. Your mom was practically sick with worry to leave you, but Russ assured her that he would take good care of his “baby sister”. His friends would too. Nothing like what happened in high school would happen in college. He’d make sure of it.

As soon as your parents left, Russ made you pack an overnight bag so he could take you to his apartment. He said there was no way he could leave you alone in your dorm to wallow. He wasn’t about to let you cry alone in the dark over some asshole that he really wants to kick the shit out of.

Russ told you he warned his roommate that he was bringing his favorite cousin home to the apartment and apparently let on that you had just had a very bad breakup and might be in a less than fun mindset. That made you roll your eyes. Just what you wanted. Someone to feel bad for you.

When you arrived at the apartment, his roommate was nowhere to be found. He left Russ a note on the coffee table saying that he cleaned his bedroom, including his bedding, for you to stay in and that there was ice cream in the freezer for you and a box of popcorn on the counter for all the sad movies you might want to watch per breakup tradition.

You gave Russ a questing look before he shrugged at you.

“That’s just the way he is. He’s my best friend but he would have done that sort of thing for anyone. He hates it when people are upset,” Russ explained and you nodded.

“Please thank him for me,” you said as Russ walked you into his roommate’s room. True to their word the bedroom looked immaculate. Nothing on the floor. The dresser was tidy. The bed was made. It even smelled clean.

“Do you want to rest or anything or should I get some pizza?” Russ asked as he leaned against the door frame and pulled out his phone.

You shrugged, “Maybe order the pizza and I’ll lay down until it gets here?”

Russ nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You let out a big breath. Well. Here you were. Stayed away from everything you knew.

A couple of your friends had texted you this morning about what Jake got up to the night before but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to waste any more mental energy on him. He made his feelings quite clear.

Plus you’re sure you can find someone much better here to date, though the bar is so low that almost anyone would be better than Jake.

You shook your head a little to get rid of your thoughts. No more Jake. He doesn’t exist anymore.

You decided to quietly snoop through Russ’s roommate’s things. Not opening drawers or anything, that would be an invasion of privacy, just looking at the things around the room.

A few pictures were on the dresser. One of two men with their arms wrapped around each other, one lighter haired man with a mustache and one darker haired man who was much shorter than the other man. Another picture of the same mustached man with a little blonde boy both of them grinning from ear to ear at the camera. A third picture was of a curly haired boy with a blonde woman, both scrunching their noses at each other.

A few text books and a notebook laid out on the desk. Nothing too interesting.

You sat down in the desk chair and rip out a blank piece of paper. You might as well thank Russ’s roommate yourself.

You write:

“Dear Russel’s Roommate,

Thank you very much for everything you did for me. You are incredibly sweet and I really appreciate it all.

- Y/N”

Past that first night you spent a fair amount of time at Russell’s apartment. His roommate always seemed to be gone. Either working or in class or at another friend’s house.

Russ explained that his roommate didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable here. He wanted to make sure this was a safe space for you. If you planned on staying over there was always clean sheets on the nicely made bed. And ever since you started with it, there was always a note to you. If you weren’t staying over it would be on the coffee table with your name on it.

You tried to tell him that he could hang out with you guys too but he never said anything about it in his notes to you. Oftentimes the notes would be a corny joke or two. Sometimes they would just say that he hoped you had a wonderful day because you deserved to.

All summer it was like that.

When the new semester hit you were much busier than you had been in the summer. You took more classes. You got involved. You made friends. The time you spent at Russ’s apartment was less and less. Russ would always make sure to see you at least once a week but as strange as it seemed you missed his roommate despite never actually meeting him.

You decided the next time you went over to leave your number for him. A big step in your kinda sorta friendship.

So that Thursday when you went over that’s exactly what you did. You left your number.

When you were back in your dorm that night, slightly feeling a little anxious about the whole ordeal despite your roommate telling you it wasn’t that big of a deal, you got a text from a number you didn’t know.

It said, “what happens when you get soap in your mouth when you’re singing in the shower?”

You responded with, “Umm I don’t know.”

“It becomes a soap opera!”

And from that day forward you received some sort of terrible joke daily.

“I don’t know what the best thing about Switzerland is but the flag is a big plus.”

“I don’t trust those trees on campus. They seem shady.”

“I know a joke about chemistry but I don’t think it’ll get a reaction.”

By October you still hadn’t met Russ’s roommate but you did talk to him a lot. Outside of his daily jokes he always tries to check in with you to see how you’re doing, how classes are going, if you need anything.

You were with Jake for two years and he never did this kind of stuff and you barely knew this guy.

When Halloween weekend arrived, your own roommate decided to drag you to a party. You both decided it would be fun to dress up as tourists complete with Hawaiian shirts, leis, and fanny packs.

When you told Russ what you were dressing up as he laughed really hard. You weren’t sure why. Yeah your costume was funny but it definitely wasn’t THAT funny.

This was your first bigger college party. It was at one of the fraternity houses that your roommate’s boyfriend was in.

Being the shy kid in high school you hadn’t gone to too many parties, not that Jake would take you to them anyway, but you were having fun at this one. Your roommate and you both drank a couple drinks and mostly just spectated together. You two watched all the drunken shenanigans together until eventually she was whisked away by her boyfriend. She made you promise though not to leave the house without her, her boyfriend already had told you both he would be walking you both back, though you’re pretty sure your roommate would just be stopping by the dorm to grab some things before heading back out with him. You appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

Even without your spectating buddy you continued watching everything that was going on while sipping on a drink.

It didn’t take too long before someone sidled up to you.

“Hey look! We match!” A voice said from beside you.

You look and lo and behold the man next to you was wearing a very similar Hawaiian shirt along with a pink tutu. He was taller than you. Light brown curly hair. Cute boyish smile. Vaguely familiar mustache that you can’t quite figure out why it’s familiar to you.

“Ave Ventura?” You asked while gesturing to the tutu.

He chuckled and nodded, “You win a gold star. Pretty sure only one other person guessed my costume right.”

“Clearly these partygoers have poor taste,” you said with a giggle.

He nodded, “Agreed. Uncultured swine. All of them.”

“Maybe not that far…”

“You sure? I watched someone chug a beer, throw up, and then went back to chugging beer,” he said pointedly.

“I don’t think today is a good day to base opinions on people. Pretty much everyone is running around like a hooligan,” you said as you gestured to the party.

He chuckled and nodded, “You’re right. However, there are at least two non-hooligans. What’s that say about us?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

“I am. We’re clearly in the right and making sound decisions with our lives.”

“You sure? I’m drinking underage,” you said as you sipped your drink.

“Yeah you and everyone else. Plus, my uncle snuck me beers as soon as I turned 16 as long as I didn’t let my mom know.”

“For shame!” You said with a laugh.

He shrugged and laughed, “She probably knew. Not much got past her. I never got away with anything.”

“I never really tried to get away with anything. I was perfectly content doing what I was supposed to.”

He smiled, “Nothing wrong with that. Rebellion isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. I’m a rule follower. Now more so than then.”

You nodded, “It’s easier that way.”

“Agreed,” he said then turned a little bit more towards you and held out his hand. “Bradley Bradshaw. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

You look him up and down and grinned, “Not officially but I’ve been in your bed a time or two.”

He blushed and scratched the back of his head, “I’m really sorry. I really don’t do that often. I don’t remember you and I do apologize. I haven’t done that in a long, long while.”

You shook you head and laughed, “Not like that. Maybe this will help. I used to be addicted to soap but I’m clean now.”

You watched as Bradley’s face broke out into a grin, “I should have known it was you.”

You smiled back at him, “Oh? And how should you have known?”

Bradley shrugged, “You and Russ look kinda similar but also this was the first conversation all night I enjoyed and the only other person I’ve recently been loving conversations with is this one girl who keeps sleeping in my bed.”

“That sounds mildly inconvenient for you. Her sleeping in your bed.”

He shook his head, “Can’t say that I mind it one bit. After she sleeps in my bed, my pillow always smells like her. I mean that in the least creepy way possible. It just smells really good and I like it a lot.”

You blushed and laughed, “Well, that’s a new one. Can’t say anyone’s ever told me they liked when I sleep in their bed because I smell good.”

Bradley shrugged, “They’re missing out. And they’ll continue to miss out. If you sleep in someone else’s bed I’ll pout.”

“I wouldn’t want to make you sad,” you said with a giggle.

“Glad we’re in agreement. Only my bed. And your bed. But maybe I could take you out and eventually lay in that bed together. For sleeping. Not for other things. Unless you wanted to do other things. And were completely comfortable doing those things. With me. I would never push you for things you weren’t comfortable with. I’m not like that at all. And I would never treat you like however your asshole ex did. Russ didn’t tell me. Just told me that if he ever set foot on campus we had to beat him up. Should I have told you that? I don’t think so. Oh God. I’ve fucked this up. Shit. I’m sorry.”

You laughed and put a hand on his arm, “Relax. I would love to go out with you sometime. And then we’ll see what happens down the line. And if my ex sets foot on campus you can beat him up. I’m 100% okay with that.”

Bradley took a deep breath letting it out slowly, “Okay. Great. I’m very excited. Not for the beating up thing. Wait. Yes I am. I would be very excited for that. If he didn’t treat you right then it’s my duty to beat him up. Protect your honor and what not. Unless you didn’t want me to protect your honor and you wanted to do it. Then I would support you. I really need to stop talking. I just don’t think I can. This is the most nervous I’ve been around a girl in a long time. Since like puberty. And that was a while ago. Stop talking, Bradley.”

You laughed, “You’re cute. You don’t have to stop talking.”

He blushed, “I don’t? I’ll talk forever if that’s what you’d like.”

“Sounds good, Bradley,” you said with a smile and reached up and kissed his cheek.

“Do you think I could walk you home later? I’d like to make sure you’re safe and sound. Never know what’s lurking about on Halloween.”

“I would love that.”

Part 3

#bradley bradshaw x reader #Bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader #rooster x female reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #be my escape

[lenaariewrld]

dream girl

oikawa tooru ending・ᡣ𐭩

You begin walking before you’re even finished talking to Oikawa, tossing your now melted ice cream in a nearby bin and ushering Kunimi to follow you. The boy groans dramatically, following behind you nonetheless. He’s silent as you continue typing on your phone, only speaking up once you put the device away. “Where are we going?” He asks curiously, his hands pushed deep in his pockets.

You falter for just a second, wondering about whether you should tell the truth or not. Though you’d moved on from what Kunimi had done (and apologized for), you were still unsure how friendly he was with the guys from his high school. Clearly, there had been some kind of fall out between them. Before the boy can catch on to your momentary hesitation, you keep walking. Better to rip the metaphorical band-aid off now. “Oikawa asked me to join him with some duo game the university was holding.” You begin, “you don’t have to come with me if you’re uncomfortable with that,” You add, glancing at Kunimi.

He pressed his lips into a line as he walked beside you, his expression neutral and almost unreadable. He resembled the Kunimi you’d first met almost a year ago. Though, now you knew him a little better, and could see the gears turning in his head  “I’ll at least walk you there… but, I won’t stick around,”

And that’s all he says, falling silent. You reach out and pat his shoulder, a grateful smile on your lips. You wanted to ask more, to know what had happened, but that wasn’t your place. And, it was the past.

You were happy with Kunimi and the other guys in your life separately.

With that matter settled, you both continue, weaving through the decently-packed crowds of fellow college students and staff wandering around the grounds and having their own fun or advertising other fun activities and treats to get. It’s easy to find the giant ‘stage’ set up by the school’s theater department and newspaper staff in all the chaos, and even easier to spot Oikawa, to your surprise. A small group of his fangirls had circled around him from where he stood to the side of the stage. It was only about five of them at most, but even then, watching how they all swooned and giggled and twirled their hair made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t a surprise. You’d known about his popularity fairly quickly. Not only did his involvement with the school’s theater department make him a hit against those who frequented their productions, but his looks and natural charm brought in a lot of students. It never bothered you before, watching him placate them and scratch the back of his neck with a kind smile that would make any girl’s knees wobble. It didn’t bother you now, not really.

There was just a funny feeling in your chest, like a tube top that was two sizes too small being fitted around your heart.

You stop a couple feet away from Oikawa, waiting politely for a chance to make your presence known. Kunimi loudly clears his throat from beside you when a couple seconds pass without anyone acknowledging you. Tooru’s head immediately snaps in your direction. God, why were you on edge all of a sudden? You felt your hands getting clammy, wiping them on the front of your legs as subtly as you could.

“There you are! Gosh, you really kept me waiting,” He dramatically sighs as he steps away from the group, taking your hand. “This is just a little game show the newspaper staff decided to host, and you’ll be my partner for the mini games, sound good?” He whispers, leaning closer to you like he was sharing top confidential secrets. You can’t deny that it makes a smile tug at your lips. Especially when you feel his hand so warmly against your own. The other girls stare at you two, casting looks between each other and stepping away.

“Sounds good,” You squeeze his palm. “You didn’t sign me up for some triathlon, did you, Tooru?” You playfully wiggle your shoulders, chuckling as he does. You both find the idea amusing. He leads you towards the stage.

“I didn’t,”

His assurance helps calm some of your nerves, loosens the metaphorical tube around your chest. Still, the knots of your intestines doesn’t seem to untangle. Maybe the snacks you’d split with Kunimi earlier weren’t sitting right? (you knew that wasn’t right.. Hell, you knew it was that you were starting to realize the budding crush you’d been forming on the man) Your thoughts get pushed from your head as Oikawa steps onto the stage. A few other pairs step up as well, holding hands or cuddling against each others’ sides.

Oh no.

“Welcome everyone!” Another student with fiery red hair sticking up in random directions, you think his name is Tendou, greets the small crowd in front of the stage. A few people clap or mutter their own greetings. You feel your stomach drop to your feet, glued to the stage. “Today we’ll be conducting a little test! Our university’s very own ‘Marriage Game’!”

“What?” You tug Oikawa’s arm as you aggressively whisper to him, barely moving other than to pull him closer. He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks blushing a furious pink.

“I’m sorry, I had no clue, and I promise I’m not trying anything—”

“Let’s introduce our lovely volunteers today!” Tendou’s excitable voice cuts through Oikawa’s rushed explanation, and you snap your head to see him approaching you two. Tooru whispers more apologies to you before he straightens up, smoothing his free hand over his t-shirt. Tendou smiles, his head tilting to the side for a second. He reminds you of a lizard. Then he rights himself and holds out the cheap black microphone for you and Oikawa to speak into. “Names and length of your relationship please,” The other man says.

“Oikawa Tooru–”

“Y/n, and this is my boyfriend since officially five minutes ago, I suppose,” You giggle as if sharing a funny inside joke or jabbing at some clueless significant other stereotype, and Tendou giggles back. Oikawa’s hand feels warm, almost burning in your palm.

God, you felt like the ground should swallow you up whole, in that moment. Tendou moves on to the other couples and you let out the breath you’d held in, feeling like you might turn to jelly if Oikawa lets go of your hand. “You owe me for this,” You whisper, turning to look at the man. He nods dutifully, squeezing your hand. Again, you feel that twisting in your tummy and the tightness in your chest, but this time it doesn’t feel restricting. It’s comforting, like a tight hug that makes your heart thrum with happiness.

You turn your attention to the game and pay attention. Once your initial panic washes away, you feel a little more calm and ready to face this competition with the right headspace. The headspace to win at any cost.

The questions you and Oikawa get asked are pretty easy, and you breeze through answering them, laughing when he gives a bullshit answer and reveals that he actually does remember when you offhandedly told him what your favorite snack was. You never paid attention to how often you said stuff around him that he remembered and kept in his mind. Or how aware of you and your space he was. Maybe he wasn’t exactly in tune with you, but he seemed to learn and adapt.

“Alrighty, one final question for our two pairs of lovebirds,” Tendou happily announced the upcoming end of the game as he clears his throat, dramatically letting the time pass as he gears up to ask the final question. “Which one of you asked the other out first? And follow up for bonus points; when and how did they do it?” He asks, looking between you, Oikawa, and the other two. You recognise the other girl from one of your classes. Kiyoko was her name, you think. Her boyfriend smiles wide, a goofy, boyish look as he perks up excitedly.

“Well, the first time I saw her, I asked her to marry me.. I just knew immediately she was the one, you know?” He rocks on his feet sheepishly as he glances at her. Kiyoko smiles sweetly. They clearly had been together for a while, and you can’t deny that it’s an adorable sight. They continue talking but you stop paying attention, the reality slowly dawning on you that you really don’t have an answer for this one.

Worst of all was, you didnt want to lie and come up with some random story. You wanted to be able to say that something truly romantic had happened and you’d been dating the brown-haired boy who was currently resting his arms around your waist. “Tooru,” You whisper, turning your head slightly to him. He raises his brows.

“Hm?” He tilts his head, his expression curious. “Flustered all of a sudden?” He asked with a playful smirk. You frown. At this, he straightens a little, brushing some hair out of your face. It was very public, bringing this up right now, but god you had to.

“I don’t want to lie about this,” You finally tell him, staring at the random English graphic on his t-shirt instead of his face. Oikawa doesn’t move or react for a second, and you wish that he would. You wish that you weren’t on a stage participating in a dating game with someone you weren’t actually dating. But, you also desperately wished you were.

He drags his teeth against his bottom lip and finally speaks. “Okay,” He brushes some more hair away from your face, his hand cupping your cheek for a second. “Then after this game, I’ll take you on a real date,” He says with a charming smile. You watch his face, checking for a second for any playful twitches or give aways that he’s playing a huge joke on you. But all you see is the sparkle in his eyes and the fondness as he looks at you too.

Tendou clears his throat behind you both and you jump in your skin, turning back towards him. “Sorry,” You squeak out an apology, your face burning red. Oikawa laughs loudly, his own cheeks flushing. He speaks up as the other man waits impatiently, making up some false story based on one of your excursions together. You don’t really pay attention, though. No, all you can focus on is the way his hands feel warm against your skin, comforting and keeping you grounded. All you can focus on is the excitement of going on a date with him once the game was over.

Win or lose, you really didn’t care. You got him...

| three years later...

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oikawa genuinely didn't realise it was a 'marriage game' so he was as panicked as y/n was

after the game show (which they lost), oikawa and y/n got dinner together where oikawa teased y/n a ton about her way of confessing

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#(🔖)dream girl #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #hq smau #haikyuu smau #haikyū!! #haikyu smau #osamu x reader #sakusa x reader #suna x reader #matsukawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #hq osamu #hq sakusa #hq suna #hq matsukawa #hq iwaizumi #hq oikawa #osamu miya #sakusa kiyoomi #suna rintaro #matsukawa issei #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

[chaosvelvox]

yandere! chaeryeong x fem! reader

cw: mentions of blood, knifes, killing, torture

tags: blood, yandere, knifes

chaeryeong is the sweetest girl you have ever met, having to meet early on in your junior year of high school. she became your best friend, your parents love her and she’s your go-to person that would make your parents agree to anything as long as you're with her. students envy her for her intelligence and beauty, a model student in the eyes of many.

there’s nothing she could do that makes you hate her.

although she has her moments.

she never liked any of your boyfriends, commenting how they’re not worth your time. she’s right most of the time that they end up ghosting you, hearing nothing from them until they send a random text ending things.

since then, dating was never in your mind as college rolled around. quite surprised that chaeryeong chose the same university as you, majoring in forensic science which wasn’t out of the ordinary as she talks to you how things work in her lab classes. it never crossed your mind that chaeryeong is quite clingy or let alone makes comments about your friends - being friend jealous is normal, she mentioned it time and time again.

it didn’t stop you from making anymore friends, somi became your closest friend in your classes. she’d invite you to dinner or drinks after exams with some of your classmates and it’s all fun and games. until they raise a comment about chaeryeong, that something isn’t right with her.

“what makes you say that? she’s an angel.” your friends can’t seem to make you see her in the way they notice the little signs or how she knows where you are at most times.

at the same bar, chaeryeong is watching you from the shadows, there’s jealousy and rage in her eyes as she watches somi get close. too close for her liking and you’re not doing anything to stop her. 

she promised herself not to do anything harsh unlike back in high school, soobin didn’t really transfer schools. she kept him in her basement, chained to the wall with soundproof walls so that no one would hear his screams from the pain of having to sit on the cold concrete floor, with nothing to eat and a knife stabbed onto his stomach, waiting for the day that it’ll end. she’s as sick and twisted as she’s smart and beautiful.

there would be a time you were slowly losing underwear, wondering where it is having to buy a pack almost every two weeks. in that very basement is a shrine dedicated just for you, a pile of your underwear, a strand of your hair, a bottle of perfume, and candid photos of you that were indeed stalkerish.

here she is, watching somi kiss you that she felt all hell break loose. you pushing somi away made her feel some sense of relief, but she doesn’t want to risk it. she doesn’t want to share you or have a possibility of being taken from her, you were hers, even if it means keeping you locked up in a room that only she has access to, she’s not that insane.

that night, you went home without a care in the world, laying down on your bed as chaeryeong did her dirty work of following somi who was drunk and out of it be dragged against her will, inhaling chloroform. somi woke up to see all of her stuff being burned, other essentials put to the side as chaeryeong rummaged through it all.

“I KNEW IT! YOU’RE INSANE!” it was stupid of her to scream, to go against chaeryeong who had a knife collection displayed on her wall, some memorabilia of the people she had tortured in that very room. the smell of rotting flesh being burned along with plastic, it made somi sick. her being chained to the wall, naked and terrified of what the girl that you see as an angel disguised as a devil would do to her.

“i think you know better to stay in your lane.” she’s never been this terrifying, everyone loves chaeryeong but seeing her hold a knife that’s freshly sharpened made somi quiver. this was the girl you call your best friend, ready to risk everything just to have you for herself, even if it means eliminating every single person that would cross the line. you belong to her, no person should come in between you two.

you’re oblivious to the things happening behind the scenes as somi is screaming at chaeryeong’s basement having to take every jab and hit as she’s left there to rot for days having every belonging be stashed and thrown away, leaving any traces of jeon somi closely tied to lee chaeryeong.

who knew a girl this pretty could be so twisted.

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy chaeryeong #yandere!chaeryeong #x reader #fem reader #itzy imagines #lee chaeryeong #chaeryeong #cw yandere #cw: torture #cw: blood #cw: gore

[thebrightsessions]

two questions: is there a full version of the college tapes theme song out there? it is SO catchy and i love it. also: is the bright sessions over forever? or is there the slim possibility of more in-universe content at some point in the future?

Great questions! The College Tapes theme is out there! There are two ways you can get that theme (and more!) - we sell a pack of a bunch of themes in our merch store and you also get them as a download if you become a plus pal for Atypical Artists!

The Bright Sessions is over. If you haven't read the books yet, that's a whole other part of the universe to explore - you can see the complete list of TBS content here. I (@thelaurenshippen) never like saying never, so who knows if I'd revisit the universe again at some point. There's always the possibility of a TV version floating around though that would, of course, not be an extension of the universe as much as an adaptation (and who knows where it would go! I would most likely not run it).

I feel pretty happy with the stories we told in the podcast and books. It's certainly possible that ten years from now, a story will pop into my head that I simply have to tell, but for now, I'm having fun diving into other universes like @maxinemilespod @chambersandfogg and @breakerwhiskey!

#answered #the college tapes #the bright sessions #bright universe #music

[glitxhwayventeen]

The Smart One: Part One

Yeonjun

Characters: Yeonjun x female reader

Warnings: mentions of- violence, death, drinking, smoking, sleeping around (but it’s all consensual so i don’t see a problem with it. But i know some people do so TW ig), name calling (but they don’t actually mean it and none of them think they do, they’re loving nicknames), crying, pining/angsty love, Yeonjun being dumb basically poor baby

Author’s Note: Ahhh so I’m back. I hope no one’s too made i started a new addition to the werewolf/college universe but i really think these stories are gonna be nice and get me excited to start writing again so here’s to hoping! Let me know if anyone wants to be added to the tag list for any of the characters!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

There Will Be Blood Masterlist

The Smart One: Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

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Yeonjun never understood his brothers. He never understood half of the weird shit they did. He never understood their constant need to be around one another. And he certainly never understood why they were so eager to find their mates.

So as he sat on the couch listening to the pup of their pack argue with the alpha over what their future mates must be like at the kitchen table, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes while he scrolled through his phone in boredom.

“Hyung, there’s no way you’ll get a mate that’s like you. That relationship could never last! Two control freaks don’t make for a happy couple!”

“Surprised you could do that much math! In fact, you better hope yours has half a brain because you’re too stupid to not have someone looking out for you for the rest of your life!”

Everyone in the pack knew that the youngest in the pack wasn’t always the smartest when it came to basic schooling and common sense. Hell, the only reason they found him and added him to the pack in the first place was because he had somehow managed to piss off a group of fifth graders who began chasing him, a high school senior, down the eldest’s home street.

So Yeonjun knew the alpha wasn’t entirely wrong for insinuating Kai probably needed a mate with a head on their shoulders. But that didn’t mean he liked the topic at hand to begin with.

“I can take care of myself you know hyung.”

Yeonjun didn’t like the idea of mates. He didn’t like the idea of signing away everything that made them themselves to some stranger werewolf instincts told them they would love forever. He didn’t like the idea that his brothers were all trying as hard as they were to find theirs.

And he sure as shit didn’t agree with wanting to give up the lifestyle he had gotten used to over the years just because his stupid wolfy brain would be too obsessed with some innocent unsuspecting human to think straight.

“You literally wouldn’t be able to tie your shoes if it weren’t for us but whatever Huening.”

Who would want to be tied down like that? Who would want to have to answer to some random person for the rest of their life that stupid fate set them up with? Who would want a life that basically took away everyone’s free will and choices? Not Yeonjun, that’s for sure.

“That was one time! And it was only because I couldn’t find my contacts hyung!”

At that point in their conversation, Yeonjun had pretty much tuned them out. His brain was laser focused on what finding a mate would mean for him in particular. And the thought started making his stomach churn with unease.

The eldest in the pack was someone who liked going to parties. If he had a mate chances are they wouldn’t want him to go to parties or go out and have a good time with his friends.

He was someone who liked to drink and smoke pretty regularly to handle the stress of his everyday life. The pack was friends with other packs in the area, and let’s just say more than a few of them had mates that were heavily against their mate doing any smoking or drinking.

Yeonjun also liked to hook up with random people at the parties he went to, some even on a regular basis because it was a situation that benefited everyone involved. He knew the second he got a girlfriend that favorite pass time of his would be over and it would become the center of all their arguments, which is one of the reasons why he never had one. He couldn’t even imagine the issues it would cause him if he had a mate.

As the eldest stayed seated adorned in his usual black and leather get up, he couldn’t help but think of another rather unsettling complication finding a mate would cause him if he somehow did manage to warm up to the idea of having one: bringing a fragile little human into his rather chaotic and dangerous life.

Sure he had plenty of human friends, they had to stay unsuspecting to the outside world after all. And it wasn’t even that he thought less of them or had them for appearances sake. Yeonjun did genuinely like, and even at times envy, his human friends. But none of them knew half the shit that really went on in his life.

They didn’t know that he wore brown colored contacts to hide his naturally golden eyes. They didn’t know that his roommates were actually his packmates. They didn’t know he had to be locked up for almost a whole week twice a year to keep from fucking everything and everyone that crossed his path during his rut.

And they definitely didn’t know that if he ever let his emotions go unchecked and got too mad he could phase and hurt, possibly even accidentally kill, the people around him.

Yeonjun had known he had to take all that into consideration during every interaction he had with his human friends. But he had never really thought about what falling in love with one would mean for them.

Being a mate meant being part of his pack. His pack of very kind, albeit very dumb, brothers and their future mates. It meant always having to be tethered to them because Yeonjun was no matter how big in size it would get or how rocky a relationship the person would have with them.

Being a mate meant having to keep a secret, a huge one, from all friends and family outside of said pack in order to protect everyone. It meant his mate would have to watch everything they said to be sure they never let anything slip out.

And being a mate meant being put in dangerous, possibly even deadly, situations. It meant that his mate would have to always be on the look out for werewolf hunters trying to use them for leverage.

It meant they’d have to be conscious of rivaling or vengeful packs/rogue wolves who’d have a bone to pick with theirs for one reason or another. It meant they’d have to get wrapped up with other packs and their business because Yeonjun’s never turned others away when they needed help.

It even meant that he could hurt his mate himself if he wasn’t careful while phasing or using too much strength when their weaker human body couldn’t handle it.

Being linked to him meant being linked to a revolver with one bullet in the chamber randomly firing, you just never knew when it would go off. How could Yeonjun ever be okay with doing that to someone who never had a say in the matter to begin with because of the feelings they would catch due to his werewolf instincts?

“Jjun hyung,” Soobin’s voice suddenly broke through Yeonjun’s thoughts, “I need you to drive Hyuka to the library for his tutoring session today.”

He couldn’t help but pull his brow together in annoyance, “And why the fuck would I do that?”

Yeonjun couldn’t lie and say he meant for his question to come out as rude as it did. But he truthfully didn’t see why he needed to be the one to take him. Sure the pup of the pack couldn’t drive yet, but others in the pack had recently gotten their licenses and could take him.

“Because I’m in charge and because I’m asking you politely to do it,” Binnie spoke hurriedly as he shoved some books into his already overflowing bag, clearly rushing to leave the house for, what the eldest could only assume based on his polished appearance anyways, work.

Yeonjun didn’t really think that was a good enough answer. Why couldn’t Beomgyu take the younger boy? Or Taehyun? Why did it have to be him?

He drove a really nice motorcycle that, even though it could fit two people on it easily he didn’t like other people getting close to because they could scratch or dent it. Not to mention Hueningkai was absolutely terrified of riding it as he so lovingly pointed out when he deemed it a “coffin on two wheels.”

So Yeonjun let out a dry chuckle, “Nicely? Sounds more like a command if you ask me. Huening failing out of school is not my responsibility. Besides someone else will have to do it anyways because I have school myself sorry.”

While he knew that statement was a selfish thing to say, it was also true. If he could manage to get by in school with a hope and a prayer, why couldn’t the youngest of their little family learn to do it?

Even when other people did try to “help” him, they just made him feel even more stupid than he already knew his parents thought he was. So Yeonjun didn’t even fully see the point of the pup going to tutoring anyways. It was a waste of money in his eyes.

The alpha pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly agitated and over the fight he hadn’t even had with the eldest yet, “Jesus fuck Yeonjun-ah, I don’t have time for this. Tweedle dee and tweedle dumbass’s timing of their classes today won’t let them do it and i have work. We both know you’re just gonna blow your classes off today like you do nearly everyday so you can do it you just don’t want to.”

Soobin sighed jaggedly as he ran a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to steady his breathing, “But if that’s what it takes then yes, it’s a command then. Take his ass to his tutoring so he doesn’t fail out of school. I dont know about you but i don’t want his sisters to come and freak out on us for being bad influences on him again.”

Even though he heard muffled snickers coming from Taehyun and Beomgyu sitting nearby, all Yeonjun could do at that point was throw a harsh scowl Soobin’s way.

He couldn’t disobey an alphas order anymore than he could stop breathing. And he couldn’t necessarily say the alpha was wrong in saying he was just planning on not going to his classes today anyways. Sometimes he really hated being a werewolf.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me hyung!” Kai put his arm over the eldest’s shoulder with a squeeze, a cheshire grin happily plastered on his face.

“You know I hate you right?” Yeonjun growled as he got up to grab the keys to his motorcycle, much to the sudden mortification of the younger boy.

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A whiff of old books and ancient dust seemed to flow through the air as the two boys stepped through the double door to their college’s library.

Yeonjun hated the smell, even if the smell today wasn’t as putrid as usual for some reason. It still smelled old and moldy like it normally did, just… less moldy and old than he had known it to be previously.

He hated the goodie goodie people sitting at their tables studying who no doubt thought they were better than him. Just because he wasn’t book smart and could barely scrape by in his classes didn’t mean they should have the right to judge him.

And he definitely hated having to be anywhere near the grouchy librarian who always told him he was too loud to be there. Why be quiet and tame and hide how he felt when everyone else got to do what they wanted to all the time anyways?

“You just had to flunk calculus didn’t you?” Yeonjun rhetorically asked his brother under his breath, his nose automatically scrunching up at the foreign aromas around him, slightly catching a whiff of someone’s delicious smelling cherry perfume that almost had him forgetting why he was there in the first place. Almost.

But Huening paid him no mind to the sulky boy as his eyes began to scan the rather large and echoey room for his rather small and quiet tutor.

The eldest knew that Hyuka had been doing sessions with you for a little over three months now and he’d say they had paid off substantially, his calculus grade went from a failing D to an above average B. Which was something none of his brothers had managed to help him do.

So, as annoyed as he was at his alpha for forcing him to take him to school, Yeonjun tried not to be too annoyed with the pup. At least he was putting in effort on something for once.

But that didn’t mean he had to like the place you two did your study sessions. It was literally the most cliche and depressing place ever.

“There she is!” Hueningkai practically squealed, his high pitched voice causing you to look up from the book that was in front of you at your table with a small, though obviously very shocked, smile.

While Kai was just happy rambling about what they were going to work on that day and why the session would take so long as he was getting tutored by someone he considered a friend, Yeonjun was in his own little world.

From the moment his eyes turned to you as you looked up to shyly greet his younger brother from afar, everything else around him faded away.

All the students mumbling around him were tuned out when he quickly realized the sweet cherry smell hanging in the air was linked to you.

All the sounds of chairs being pushed in and out from the tables scattered about went mute as your beautiful curls residually bounced from moving your head to look up.

All the passerbyers around you practically floated out of his line of sight as your dimpled smile radiated a warmth bright enough to reach even the coldest person in the room.

Before his current interaction with you, Yeonjun had only heard about you from his younger brother’s constant babbling about his new tutor friend. Soobin, Taehyun, or Beomgyu had always been the one to drop him off because the eldest never wanted to and was never home.

He never cared enough about something so trivial to listen to Kai’s mentions of you, which was something he was regretting in the present.

He didn’t remember much, but what did manage to sneak it’s way into his brain made sense. He had once told Yeonjun something about you being a foreigner. You definitely didn’t look as Korean as the people around you, yet you still managed to outshine every single person in the building by a landslide.

The younger boy had once spoken about how shy you were and, based on how your cheeks lit up with hues of pink and red once you saw that Kai hadn’t come alone, he guessed his assessment of you was correct.

Huening had also said something about you being very polished and conservative in appearance. Which was something exuded in your outfit choice: a pastel yellow cardigan that brought out the glow in your ebony skin and an olive green under vest that fit your rather curvy body perfectly.

And from what Yeonjun could see just under the open library table, you had a pleated skirt composed of similar colors and white laced tights that matched your headband.

To say you were the most gorgeous person the elder boy had ever seen was an understatement. All he wanted to do was go over, pull you up from your chair, and kiss your glossed lips until you both ran out of breath.

Sure it would be a little difficult to maneuver, Yeonjun could tell by referencing the size of everything around you that you were quite a bit shorter than him, probably by a lot actually. But he would still be able to lift you with ease.

In fact, you would probably be just the right size for him to be able to wrap your legs around his waist and walk around comfortably. Which would mean that walking you over to the nearest lockable room wouldn’t be a probl-

But before he could finish his line of thinking, you lifted your delicate hand in the air to signal Kai to come over to you and suddenly the panic of the situation truly set in, causing Yeonjun to react on instinct.

Heart nearly pounding out of his chest from the shock of having seen you, he quickly threw himself to the side of the nearest bookcase to hide himself from your view. Much to the confusion of his younger brother who dutifully followed suite in order to see what was going on.

“Yeonjun-ah,” Kai hesitantly spoke to get the elder boy’s attention, “Is everything okay?”

No, nothing was okay. Five seconds ago his life was great. Five seconds ago he was Yeonjun, the guy who smoked nearly a pack a day. Five seconds ago he was Yeonjun, the guy who always had a drink in his hand to take the edge off.

Five seconds ago he was Yeonjun, party boy who slept with whoever he wanted whenever he wanted without a care in the world. Five seconds ago he was Yeonjun, a normal human being.

Now he was Yeonjun, the werewolf whose senses were going into hyperdrive over some girl he had only seen once for half a second.

“T-That girl’s your tutor?” The elder boy asked as he worked on catching his breath, deeply gulping back a crack he knew his voice was desperate to let out.

Huening tilted his head in confusion and gripped the strap of the bag that was thrown over his shoulder a little tighter in discomfort, “Yeah… that’s ____… why…?”

Scanning the pup’s expression, Yeonjun could tell he was getting suspicious of what was going on. He knew the second the youngest understood what was going on he’d run an tell everyone in the pack.

After that there’d be no going back. After that everything would change. But he couldn’t let that happen.

He couldn’t lose what little life he had found for himself. He couldn’t let go of the few things he had left to make him happy. And he couldn’t get you caught up in a mess that he had created, not when he finally saw you. Not when he could tell you were a happy sweet innocent person who deserved a hell of a lot better than he could give you.

Yeonjun knew he’d have to respond to his brother in a matter of seconds. He knew he was acting weird and that the youngest would come to his own conclusions.

But he still had one hope: no one else in the pack had gone through it yet, so no one knew 100% what the signs really were in real life. They only heard second hand accounts from their friends in other packs. So there was still a chance he could hide it. You still had a chance.

“No- No reason,” Yeonjun did his best to pull himself together and recreate his shattered normal cool guy persona, even though his heart was still in his throat and it was causing him to become light headed, “Just wondering. That’s all. What time do you need picked up?”

While Kai didn’t seem to buy his answer fully. Probably because he could physically hear his brother’s pulse racing.

But he at least let it go soon enough when he heard you softly call his name, “I need a ride back at 4. I gotta go, thanks for the ride hyung!”

With that, the pup went off in a hurry to meet you at your table, giving you a quick hug and placing his things on the table for you to get your session started.

And while Yeonjun’s immediate instinct to his internal decision to stay away from you was to need to whimper at your close proximity, he shakily began to walk to the library’s exit so he could get back to his bike.

It felt like his heart was crushing in two. It felt like his world was crumbling around him. It felt like he was slipping away and that the only thing that could bring him back to earth was you. But he refused.

As he sped off on his motorcycle at full speed, tears began to slide down his face. He made a promise to himself and to you to keep you away from him, no matter how much it hurt. It was better for everyone that way.

He wasn’t meant to be in relationships. He wasn’t meant to love people unconditionally. He couldn’t, he had no frame of reference to even mimic to show you he was willing to try.

He couldn’t be a boyfriend, he physically didn’t know how to be one. And he wasn’t about to force you to teach him while also putting you in mortal danger because of his pack.

Yeonjun wondered if he should’ve felt bad for taking the choice away from you. After all, that’s why he hated the idea of mating in the first place.

But nobody should have to make that choice. Nobody should have to choose between a quiet life with someone you could never love right and a dangerous life that may be cut short because of someone you love madly. Nobody should have to feel guilty for unintentionally killing someone if they rejected them. Nobody should have to be put through it, least of all you.

You’d be safer and happier this way. And he could continue on living for his pack because you wouldn’t have verbally denied him.

He didn’t like the idea of mates and what they stood for. He hated that they took away free will. But as cheesy as it sounded, seeing you for the first time changed everything he felt earlier in the day.

He saw you and he immediately wanted to stop partying. He saw you and would’ve instantly quit smoking and drinking if that’s what you wanted. He saw you and felt the need to send out messages to all his fuckbuddies letting them know it was over between them.

Because all he could think about was the future he could have with you. The stereotypical one people always referenced with the nice big house with a white picket fence he would’ve helped put up himself.

One where you two had a stupidly expensive wedding where you looked beautiful walking down the aisle toward him.

A future where you had normal human jobs you came home from at the end of the day and complained to each other about while making dinner.

A life where you had two kids: a boy who looked and unfortunately acted just like himself and a girl that luckily looked and acted just like you.

Now that he had met you, he wanted you to be together. He wanted you to be his mate, to be his. He was fine with his free will being taken away if it meant he was able to spend a lifetime with you. But he couldn’t put you through that.

And driving away from you when he could’ve just gone to introduce himself to you and ask you out was single handedly the hardest thing he had ever done. And his life was only gonna get harder.

(Edited 2/5/2024)

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Different 1 (HS)

Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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“So, are you coming?” Mitch asked him as they sat in the dining hall of the university and attempted to eat what they had chosen as their meal. Harry had ordered a warm tortilla soup and a side salad with some lemonade. He was a messy eater, and so he was careful not to spill any soup on his white sweater or worst yet, stain his sleeves.

“To Y/N’s party?” He asked unbothered and disinterested in the idea of partying at some rich girl’s house. “Are you even invited?” Harry had no intention of getting in trouble, especially for such a superficial thing as attending a party of an almost stranger.

“Obviously not” Harry rolled his eyes at him as he looked through the notes of his upcoming biochemistry class. “Emma was and I am sure if we ask her, she’ll help us get in.”

“We are barely friends with her!” He argued getting annoyed by his persistence. “Why are you so interested in going?” Harry challenged wanting to know the true reason. “We rarely see her. She is on another major and most importantly you don’t know her!”

“Isn’t she studying psychology or something ?” Sarah asked as she continued eating the grapes that she had carefully packed that morning. Mitch only nodded and took a sip out of his vitamin water.

“So what? I want to get to know her. It’s senior year, H. Let’s finally do something fun” Harry snorted but eventually gave in. Mitch had always craved to be popular and well-known around campus. Although he barely could count his friends on one hand. He blamed it on not having enough time to manage everything. Yet he barely turned in assignments. On the other hand, Harry was an introvert. He hated the uncomfortable silences that surged in conversations with strangers. Therefore, he avoided talking and making conversation altogether.

But either way no matter how annoyed Harry got with Mitch, they were still best friends.

That weekend they found themselves crammed into a small vehicle heading up north, where Y/N’s family house was situated. In a small town named Lake Forest. The town was known for its enormous and pricey houses. As soon as they pulled up into her street Harry already regretted leaving the dorms.

Mitch decided to park the car a few blocks away from the house due to the high congestion of cars. Emma was already waiting for them at the front of the gate with a drink in her hand.

“It’s about time you showed up! I am freezing my ass!” She complained evidently cold from the already low temperatures at the North Shore in early August. Y/N’s house was right on the coast of the Michigan River making the breeze even colder. “Come on already!” She stumped her food on the ground just like a little kid would do when throwing a tantrum. Regardless, she reached over and dialed the intercom.

“Hello?” A soft voice greeted them.

“Hey babe is Emma, could you open the door?” Her tone was completely different from the one that she was using a few minutes ago with them. She was cheerful and happy and kind.

“Oh hey! Yeah sure! Let me buzz you in!” Then within a matter of seconds, the front doors of the house opened up to them revealing a long driveway towards the house. The sides of the driveway were decorated with trees and bushes. Emma lead the way as the rest of them looked around awestruck.

“Who needs such a long driveway anyway?” Sarah questioned clearly annoyed by the attention that they were all giving Y/N without even having to meet her.

“Please don’t be weird” Emma pleaded with them when we came to the end of the road and across her huge house. “She is really nice. So, no need to be assholes” They all nodded before Sarah opened the door.

It wasn’t like Harry expected it to be like. He had assumed that the party would be filled with snobby super-rich kids complaining about their lives but to his surprise, there were people from all over, including people from their major.

There was also space to walk, talk and even sit without having to push or shove people around. Harry knew it was one of the perks of having a big ass house.

“Emma! Hey!” A girl smiled at her and began approaching them. She leaned in and hugged her tightly. “I am so glad you made it!”

“Hey! You look great!” Emma smiled widely at her “How’ve you been?”

“Good! How about yourself?” Emma goes on to explain her boy's problems and the issues about the current gossip going around involving her. All while the rest stood back and tried their best to follow. “Oh! These are my friends Harry, Sarah, and Mitch” She introduced them after a few minutes. I looked up and smiled at her still not sure what to make of her. “This is Y/N guys”

Y/N Y/L/N was pretty known around campus. She was an extrovert. She had at least one friend in every class. Y/N would befriend anyone who seemed lonely. She had this resting bitch face which people misinterpreted.

Harry’s eyes scanned her body and face wanting to confirm everything that Mitch had told him. He spoke about her none stop and even stalked her social media and followers.

She had this gorgeous, thick hair that ran down her back and stopped a few inches above her butt. She had doe-eyes that could move crowds. Y/N wore some type of black shirt, with blue jeans and an oversized cardigan. Her hair was pushed back, and she wore a shiny necklace that stole everyone’s attention. It had been a gift from her grandfather. It held a special place in her heart. She has never taken it off ever since it was gifted to her.

“Hi, guys, nice to meet you” Her voice was even appealing — Harry thought. She shook all of their hands, and she shook Harry’s hand last.

Y/N had never before interacted with him. She had seen him around campus with Emma yet she had never had a conversation with him. Let alone notice his natural beauty. She instantly found him attractive. He wore a simple black hoodie, beige jeans, and vans. His hair was stunning and his face structure reminded her of the carved statues in the museum.

Harry licked his lips and looked away. He felt intimidated by her glaze. His mouth was suddenly too dry and he needed a drink.

“Please help yourself in the kitchen and enjoy yourselves. Let me know if you need anything else” Y/N insisted just before she disappeared in the wave of people.

“What the fuck was that?” Mitch gasped for air, seconds after she left. “Did you see that ass?” Harry chuckled and shook his head at him. “Isn’t she stunning?”

“Yes, Mitch” Harry muttered. Mitch dragged him towards the kitchen in search of some drinks and snacks. “And you wonder why you are still single”. Harry said to him.

Mitch chuckled and continued to pour vodka into three red cups.

“That kind of girl only dates guys with trust funds,” Sarah remarked reaching out for a cup. “And you two don’t qualify”.

“Somebody’s cranky” Mitch poked her on her side. It was clear that Sarah wasn’t too happy. She knew it was silly, yet she couldn’t explain the feeling that bubbled within her. She was pretty but her confidence made her uncomfortable.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Now what?” Harry walked behind them as she exited the kitchen.

“Now we look around the house and try to guess how much everything is worth” Mitch winked, there were two huge glass doors that gave out to the backyard. They were open, expanding the length of the living room. People stood out around a small fire pit. Green grass extended and covered all of the property, ending by the wooden dock over the lake. “She has a fucking boat. Unbelievable” Mitch gasped under his breath.

“It’s my father’s” Her voice startled them as she walked up to them from behind. She barely used it anymore because the weather was starting to get cooler “It’s useful during the summer” Y/N would use it as a car and would drive to her other friends’ docks. “What’s your major?” she finally asked.

“Biology” Harry responded, “Mitch’s is engineering, and Sarah is in economics”.

Y/N leaned against the back of the couch, looking for some support for her back. She had been spending too much time hunched over the books in the library.

“That explains why I rarely see you on campus” Harry was studying biology with the intention of entering medical school. He had even already presented all the standardized exams to enter. He was just waiting for the results. Meanwhile, Mitch was staying in Chicago and Sarah was looking at job opportunities on the east coast.

“Y/N” a guy roughly around their age, walked up to them. His name was Brian and was pretty known around campus. His friends and he studied economics with Sarah. She tried her best to ignore him most days. She sat in front of him and detested the way he talked with superiority to others. Brian wrapped his arms around Y/N as he owned her. Like she was his and the world needed to know.

The gesture generated a small spark of jealousy within Harry.

“Hey. I am glad you made it” She slowly and gently tore off him. Y/N felt uncomfortable and so she took a step backward, trying to gain some distance between them.

“I bought more drinks. The boys are taking them into the kitchen”. Sarah rolled her eyes at the mention of the ‘boys’. She felt like she was back in high school when the popular kids were in this one group that was untouchable and desired by many. “Sorry and who are you?”

“These are my friends” Y/N warmly smiled.

“Right,” he nodded as he stared down at them. “Sarah! I didn’t know you came to these types of things”. She faked smiled back yet held back from insulting him. Brian would really get on her nerves.

“Go get yourself a drink” Y/N suggested, embarrassed of him.

Harry paid no attention to him. He was too invested in holding stares with Y/N.

“Will I get to speak to you later?” Brian looked down at her with a hard state, “Alone” he added. Y/N nodded slightly earning a soft stroke on the side of her face before he left them.

“Sorry about that. Brian plays hockey and his father is the owner of this amusement park corporation, and he thinks he is the big shit” They laughed but Harry could tell that she was still bothered by his attitude.

The party picked up after a few hours. Everyone was spilling drinks and the floor had gotten to that point where it was sticky, but people were having fun. Harry sat on the kitchen floor because all of the couches were occupied by horny couples. He was tired from all the dancing that Sarah and Emma had forced him into.

“Tired?”

“A- a bit” he stuttered surprised to see Y/N sitting beside him. “Y-you?”

“Very much” She admitted. She lived in an apartment in the city that her parents had bought for her during her freshman year. It was a small studio apartment. It was her haven which is why she never threw parties there. That and the fact that it was too small. Therefore, she had driven just like everyone else.

“Aren’t you worried they are trashing the place?” He was curious as to why she wasn’t kicking everyone out of the house, and she was so relaxed.

“They are having fun” Y/N watched Sarah and Mitch holding each other’s hand and spinning around in her living room and hysterically laughing at one another. “That’s what matters. Plus, it’s my parent's house” she shrugged.

“Aren’t they going to kill you?” Y/N’s parents were a touchy subject for her. She isn’t tensed up and quieted down. Harry instantly noticed that his comment had made her uncomfortable.

“They don’t really care” The psychology student confessed. She was surprised by herself. Y/N never spoke about them. She had a difficult relationship with them.

“I- I understand the feeling” He smiled at her weakly. And so, they allowed the comfortable silence to engulf them.

A few hours later, Mitch was drunk and so was Emma. Most people had already left. It was mostly them and three other friends of Y/N’s.

“I guess we should get going” Harry rose to his feet, pulling Mitch up too.

“Would you like some help?” She asked as she pulled Mitch’s other arm over her shoulder. They quietly dragged him out of the house and sat him on the steps leading up to the main entrance.

“Why don’t you go get the car and I’ll buzz you in, so you don’t have to drag him all the way down the street” She suggested. Harry remained quiet and ran out for the car. Meanwhile, Y/N woke up Sarah who had passed out on the couch in the living room.

Harry pulled up and unlocked the car doors so moving/ carrying Mitch was easier. Sarah got in the car by herself. Meanwhile, Harry and Y/N helped Mitch sit upright on the seat.

“You are so beautiful” Mitch slurred to her as she leaned over him to bucked him in. “Date me” he divulges. Y/N laughed at his drunken state.

“Next time big boy” She kissed his cheek and winked. Mitch threw his head back and passed out with a big smile.

“Oh! forgot about Emma!” Harry exclaimed, he felt Y/N’s hand on his forearm which instantly stopped any movement.

“She can stay here. Let her sleep. My parents aren’t home so the company would be nice” She pointed out. “I’ll drive her tomorrow”.

“O-okay” Harry stuttered then cleared his throat “Thank you for having us” Y/N leaned in and hugged him gently.

“Thank you for coming” She muttered before she pulled away. “I had lots of fun! Drive safe”

Harry smiled at her before getting into the car. He watched her through the rearview mirror as she waved. He found himself perplexed by her kindness, her beauty, her eyes, and her simplicity. It was too bad that they belonged to different worlds — he pondered.

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[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Brandy Butter

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

|| Consent universe oneshot, heavy mentions of the last chapter Concentric, so do not recommend reading as a stand-alone ||

{ Fuck Yeah Holidays | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E

Prompts: Drunken confession | Christmas (additional requests sent in with the votes in notes at the end)

Summary: Dieter blames it on the damn brandy butter.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mention of food, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, cumshot, feelings so fluffy. These holiday fics are for fun, so not as *rigorously edited* as my regular stories, please forgive any mistakes or plot holes!

Word count: 3.4k

Notes: Posting this a week before Christmas so you guys can read at your own pace! This one came in first in the holiday vote, and I've been waiting to write this for a long time. This is dedicated to Cristina @pedropascalsx for being one of my favourite people on this hellsite, but also partly because it mentions a key scene in the series for which she commissioned this gorgeous art for. Thank you for being the sweetest friend, this is for you ❤️

It’s shaping up to be the first decent holiday season you’ve had in a while. Your parents are on a cruise (you love them, but they haven’t met Dieter in person yet and you’re happy to hold off for a day that doesn’t involve your mother stress-cooking and your father knocking back eggnog), Pete and Ana are in town, and you’re all going to Rebecca’s for dinner tonight.

You’re starting Christmas morning the same way you have since college - making Christmas pudding in your pyjamas.

Your roommate from the other side of the pond introduced you to the weird and quintessentially British holiday dessert in freshman year, and it’s been a treasured tradition of yours ever since to make it from scratch every year.

The Christmas pudding is a hard sell. The dark brown, domed sponge cake is boiled for hours, packed with alcohol-soaked dried fruit and definitely not Instagram-friendly, but you’ve yet to meet someone who you didn’t convert with your secret recipe.

Maybe Dieter Bravo would be the first.

‘It smells funny.’

You snort as you cut up butter into cubes. ‘You haven’t washed that robe in weeks and you think this smells funny?’

He picks up the recipe for the pudding and reads in mock horror, ‘Raisins, prunes, currants soaked in stout for 24 hours?’

You roll your eyes. ‘Drop the puritan act, Bravo. You’ve definitely been soaked in much worse for much longer.’

He continues, ignoring your jab. ‘The pudding can be stored for up to two years in a cool, dry place. What the fuck is this witchcraft cake, sweetheart?’

Measuring out icing sugar, you answer, ‘It’s a traditional British Christmas dessert. It’s delicious.’

‘But we’re not British,’ he protests. ‘Why can’t we have some nice, normal pecan pie or something?’

Grabbing the ingredients, you move around the kitchen counter towards the standing mixer that you brought with you when you moved in. ‘You can, if you make it. But you’re not, and I love Christmas pudding, so stop complaining.’

He follows hot on your heels, craning over your shoulder as you start beating the sugar into the butter. ‘Whatcha making?’

‘Brandy butter,’ you reply, tipping in a generous pour of said alcohol into the mixture. ‘It’s like frosting, but with lots of brandy.’

Dieter hums appreciatively, palms finding your waist. ‘Now that I can get on board with.’

You turn off the mixer to do a taste test, smacking your lips as you lick the brandy butter off the spoon. It’s delicious, sweet and smooth but the alcohol cuts through the richness - it will go perfectly with the sticky and dense Christmas pudding.

Dieter follows suit, scooping a greedy dollop of brandy butter with two fingers which disappear into his mouth. When he swallows, he unleashes a moan so guttural that it would make a porn star blush.

‘It’s good, but it’s not that good,’ you chide his over-the-top dramatics, and smack him on the back of his hand when he makes to dive into the mixing bowl again. ‘No double dipping, Bravo.’

His grin turns filthy instantly, the wolvishness that curls the corner of his lips never fails to set your pulse racing. Grabbing you by the ass, he whines into your neck, ‘But sweetheart, you love it when I double dip into your sweet, tight -’

‘Dieter -’ You cut in, but you can’t help the waver in your voice when the same two fingers that were in his mouth just now, still warm from his tongue, trail under the elastic band of your sweatpants.

You can hear the smirk in his voice when he asks, ‘How about a little Christmas present to kick the day off, sweetheart?’

His fingertips catch on your skin - with remnants of sugar from the brandy butter and dried spit - as they slide into your panties, running through the thatch of hair before finding your clit, making you cry out as he chuckles into your ear.

‘Who’s been a good girl this year?’ he teases.

Your scoff at the unoriginal innuendo careens off into a moan when he makes his way through your quickly dampening folds. ‘Really? Santa jokes?’

‘Don’t be such a grinch, sweetheart,’ he mock-admonishes you, dipping the tip of his middle finger into your wet pussy, groaning at what he finds. ‘It’s obviously working on you.’

‘Fuck,’ you bite out when he hastily shoves your pants down and sinks one thick digit in all the way down to the knuckle. Bracing yourself on the marble-top surface, you suddenly realise it’s probably time to top up the water in the pan for the Christmas pudding. ‘Wait, Dieter - I need to check on the pudding -’

‘Uh-uh,’ tuts Dieter, spinning you around and easily hoisting you onto an empty spot on the kitchen counter, the cold surface under your bare ass making you shiver. ‘Not until you cum on my hand, baby.’

‘It’ll burn!’ your protest trails off into a desperate whine when he starts pumping in and out of you, dropping his gaze to watch as your cunt slicks up his finger.

‘Then you better cum quick,’ he retorts in a cocky challenge. ‘Although, on second thought, I wouldn’t mind if it did burn.’

He slows his movements deliberately, but you shake your head, rolling your hips in chase. ‘Oh no, you won’t win, Dieter Bravo.’

He presses a messy kiss to your lips. ‘You’re so sexy when you’re competitive, baby.’

‘One more finger,’ you demand, swiping your tongue into his mouth as you push your hands into his unruly curls.

‘I thought you said no double dipping,’ he taunts against your lips, clearly having been waiting for the chance to drop that line.

‘Oh, shut up,’ you grumble with ill-concealed affection. He doesn’t deny you, and your teeth catch your bottom lip when you push back onto his hand shamelessly. ‘I want to touch you.’

Dieter doesn’t need to be told twice, untying the drawstring of his sweats and pushing them down to free his already hard cock. You wrap your palm around his erection, your wrist slack as you stroke him in an unforgiving rhythm that has him stuttering curses into the crook of your neck.

When he pushes you backwards to find your clit with his fingertips, you brace one foot on a kitchen stool, which lends you the leverage to start moving freely.

‘Ride my fingers, that’s a good girl,’ he croons while he watches you impale yourself on him, your grip around his length tightening at the same time he draws quicker circles on your clit. ‘That’s it, sweetheart, come on -’

Your back arches as you snap, your orgasm ripping hot and fast through you. Dieter grins, mouthing at your sensitive neck and scraping his teeth behind your ear, leaving you slumping bonelessly against his side.

With a low chuckle at your wrecked state, Dieter gently dislodges your palm to take himself in hand, jaw twitching as he rushes headlong into his own high. Pulling out of your heat, he holds you obscenely wide, and with a hoarse shout, he spurts thickly onto your pussy splayed open beneath him, his cum dripping like white honey through your folds and onto the countertop.

Smearing one finger through his mess, you gasp when he pushes it into your still sensitive pussy, winking as he draws it out to suck it clean. He declares, ‘Tastes even better than your brandy butter if you asked me, sweetheart.’

Despite your negligence, the Christmas pudding survives unscathed - much to Dieter’s dismay.

It’s the first time all of you are under the same roof since Resurgence ended, and it’s a merry affair. Dieter and Pete won’t stop crooning reunited and it feels so good to each other like idiots, you and Ana scoff at their antics affectionately while you catch up on the last few months.

Rebecca and Hank are in fine form, their beautiful house decorated to the nines. You finally meet their daughter, Coco, and the family cat Crookshanks. Everyone helps out - laying out the silverware, pouring the champagne and putting presents under the outrageously decked out ten-foot Christmas pine. The lights of Hollywood Hills twinkle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond the infinity pool, as dusk falls and candles are lit all around the intimate dining room.

Dinner is delicious. The hosts made turkey, stuffing and an assortment of delicious sides, Ana cooked potatoes three ways, and Pete brought plenty of wine that flows liberally as the dishes go around the table for seconds, thirds and fourths.

It’s your first big holiday together as a couple - the teasing, marriage jokes and third degree are expected, and Pete doesn’t disappoint.

With the food winding down but glasses tirelessly topped up, he clamours for a reenactment of the reunion on the boat in Italy, insisting that he plays the part of Constance to make up for the fact that he missed the event. That’s how Pete and Dieter end up on the first landing on the stairs which overlooks the dining space, trying to recreate the scene where you caught him and Constance and realised that it was all a ruse.

Trying being the keyword. They’re mostly knocking back wine while arguing about the details.

‘No, no, I’m 100% sure Ana was there as well the exact moment she figured out that you guys were faking it,’ insists Pete, wagging his finger sagely.

‘How would you know, you weren’t even there, Pete!’ you heckle.

‘Pete, if you decide to try your hand in acting, you know where to find representation. You make such a convincing Constance,’ Rebecca jokes.

You think you’ve gotten away with the worst of it by the time you help clear the table and Pete gets distracted by the dessert coming out of the kitchen. Your defences are down, leaving yourself vulnerable to ambush -

You just didn’t expect it from Rebecca and Hank’s thirteen-year-old.

Coco is her mother’s daughter. Whip smart and taking after her mum’s striking looks, she has far more self-assuredness than you did at her tender age. The way she discreetly weighs you up is the same way Rebecca assessed you all those months ago when you first met in the doorway of your hotel room.

The teenager waits until everyone is sloshing with wine to pounce. You’ve all moved to the living room where the fireplace is roaring, and the desserts are laid out on the coffee table. She’s curled up next to Dieter in front of the fire, Crookshanks - who not only has the name but also the looks to boot - draped across both their laps.

You’re in the middle of explaining Christmas pudding to the sceptics, which currently stands untouched, when she coolly calls you by your name and draws first blood.

‘So, are you and Uncle D living together?’

Surprised, you blink at the sudden change in conversation and stutter a reply, ‘Um - ahem, yes, Coco - yes, we are.’

‘He’s lived with a bunch of girls, you know,’ she informs you, crossing her arms.

‘All at once or at different times?’ you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood. Pete’s mouth is hanging open in both fascination and anxiety at the unfolding drama while Ana chews on her nails, eyes darting between you and the girl.

‘Coconuts,’ pipes up Dieter with a warning tilt to his tone.

She shrugs innocently. ‘What? Just making sure you’re on the same page. Mum always says communication makes or breaks a relationship.’

‘I appreciate that, and I do know he’s lived with other women before,’ you assure her. ‘We both have our histories.’

Seizing on your comment, she continues with her line of questioning. ‘So how many men have you lived with?’

‘Coco,’ raps Becks sternly from across the room. ‘That is not an appropriate question, young lady.’

You smile and shake your head. ‘It’s ok - I’ve just lived with one guy. We were engaged.’

‘What happened?’ she asks.

You reply truthfully, ‘We broke up a few years ago. Sometimes that’s the way things turn out.’

Coco taps on her chin thoughtfully, turning to Dieter. ‘How many times have you been engaged, Uncle D? I remember twice, at least. So that’s three failed engagements between the two of you -’

The cat yowls in protest when Dieter reaches over to squeeze Coco by the shoulders, a slightly uncomfortable grin on his lips. ‘Alright, what’s up with all the interest in math tonight, kiddo?’

She points out, ‘I don’t see any posts about her on your Instagram. You’ve never kept anything secret before. What’s different this time?’

Dieter turns to Becks, tossing up his hands in disbelief. ‘You let her use Instagram? She’s thirteen!’

Becks rolls her eyes fondly. ‘Am I really getting parenting advice from Dieter Bravo?’

Then, Coco turns to you and delivers the coup de grace. ‘So - do you love him?’

Before you can react, Pete chokes violently on his eggnog, gripping at the coffee table from his seat on the plush rug. Ana has to burp him like a baby while he cries, ‘Oh god, it’s coming up my nose! It burns!’

You’re so stunned that you still haven’t moved a muscle when Dieter jumps up, sending Crookshanks scampering off with a grumpy meow.

‘Ok that’s it,’ he pronounces and hauls Coco up by her armpits. ‘Off to bed now, young lady. Say good night!’

Coco protests as she’s dragged off, slipping and sliding on her Christmas socks on the marble floor, her voice petering out as they disappear up the stairs. ‘What the heck, Uncle D? They’re fair questions and you know it. Have you even asked them yourself -’

Glancing about in the awkward silence, Pete picks up a bottle of brandy from the table and shouts. ‘Shots!’

Three quarters of an hour later, Pete is lying prostrate, snoring on the couch. Ana is engaged in a tipsy philosophical debate with Rebecca, and Hank is drunk washing up in the kitchen.

You’re tucked into Dieter’s side while he munches on a slice of Christmas pudding with a generous helping of brandy butter. ‘I take it back, sweetheart. This is fucking delicious.’

‘It’s a cake soaked in alcohol, of course it is,’ you grin, which morphs into a yawn as you glance at your watch. ‘It’s late, I think we should try and get an Uber home.’

Becks speaks up from across the room. ‘You sure, guys? We have a couple of spare rooms upstairs.’

‘It’s fine, I think Pete needs it more than us,’ you quip, reaching over to poke at his prone form with your foot.

Ana waves from the floor. ‘See you later, love birds. Merry Christmas!’

Becks gets up and loops her arm through yours as she walks you to the door. ‘Sorry about Coco. She’s protective about her Uncle D, especially when it’s the first time he’s brought a woman home for Christmas in a while.’

You smile and pull her into a hug. ‘Please don’t apologise, your kid’s a feisty one and I know exactly who she got that from. Goodness knows he could use her in his corner,’ you add with a wink.

You shepherd Dieter into the waiting car. It’s easily the most expensive Uber ride you’ve ever taken, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Dieter’s house comes into view.

Home.

Somewhere between the Hollywood Hills and Sherman Oaks, Dieter passes out cold, drool puddling on the shoulder of his fuzzy brown coat as he dozes. You have to coax him out of the car and up into the bedroom, with him whining drunkenly the whole way, face buried in the back of your neck as he stumbles after you.

It’s a struggle to get him out of his clothes - perish the thought of getting him to brush his teeth - but at least he’s just the right level of drunk that has him snoring within moments of his head hitting the pillow. You breathe a sigh of relief when you climb in after him.

Dieter immediately shuffles into your warmth and blindly presses a kiss to you, which lands on the side of your nose. You huff a laugh, rearranging yourself so that your back is to his chest, his arms wound around your waist.

‘Not so tight, I’m stuffed,’ you grumble.

He obeys, but keeps the entire length of his body smooshed against you needily, the proximity muffling his words. ‘I do, you know.’

‘What?’ you hum.

The declaration is slurred with sleep as it brushes your ear, but the tone is emphatic. ‘Love you. I love you, sweetheart.’

You stop breathing.

Not that you haven’t wondered, silently turned it over in your mind over the past few months. But it’s two in the morning - you lost count at one glass of bubbles and three and a half of wine, and him many more. You swear you can taste brandy butter on his breath.

Before you can muddle through your jumbled thoughts, he mercifully slips into sleep.

And you mull over his words until you do too.

Your side of the bed is cold when he wakes up in the morning.

Dieter winces at the light, tempted to bury himself under the duvet, but something he can’t put his finger on has him sitting up, a groan on his lips as the world tilts dangerously on its axis.

That something nags at him as he slips on his robe, nips at his heels as his feet wriggle into furry slippers.

He stops abruptly by the bedroom door.

Shit. Did he tell you that he loves you last night?

The heating is on and the house is toasty, made even warmer with the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling butter from the open kitchen. You’re at the stove as he pads quietly towards you, and you don’t turn around when he snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. ‘Morning, sweetheart.’

You hum noncommittally, but at least you’re relaxing into his embrace instead of pulling away, and Dieter breathes a sigh of relief.

He hasn’t scared you away. You’re still here.

‘I meant what I said last night,’ he blurts out impulsively.

He almost winces at his rashness. But he does, and he’s never been good at holding things back, especially things that he knows. He’s not going to take it back.

Without turning around, you say evenly, ‘Go sit down, Dieter.’

He stiffens instantly behind you, nails digging into the soft fabric of your dressing gown. Fuck. Fuck. You want him to sit down? Why?

Blindly, he lets go of you and stumbles over his feet to the kitchen counter, scrambling onto a stool. The hardwood floor suddenly feels like quicksand as he wobbles in his seat, sweaty palms pressed into the cool marble surface to anchor him. You take your time, your body giving away no hint of the same gravity that’s making his stomach drop while you flip over what smells like buttermilk pancakes.

When you finally turn around with the pan in your hands, Dieter holds his breath and watches you cross the kitchen to slide something into his plate, which lands with an emphatic thwack.

Eventually, he looks up at you with the biggest puppy eyes in utter confusion. He squeaks, ‘It’s a heart-shaped pancake.’

You smile at his befuddlement. ‘That’s right. Just like that heart-shaped pizza Lorenzo made for us in Italy.’

‘Is this one a prank too?’ he asks in a small voice.

Stepping in between his legs and winding your arms around his neck, you smile. ‘Unfortunately not. I actually love you, you idiot.’

You yelp when he tugs you fully into him, making you lose your footing as you laugh. And then he’s kissing you, fingers pushing into your hair, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he pulls back.

‘There isn’t a ring in the pancake, is there?’ he teases with a throwback to your reaction to the heart-shaped pizza all those months ago, wriggling his eyebrows.

‘You should be so lucky, Dieter Bravo,’ you echo his words back at him.

He grins. Some day, one day - maybe even in that same house that he’s been thinking of buying for the two of you, on the roof with the terracotta floor at sunset on a summer’s day, with his grandmother's ring in a heart-shaped pizza -

But for now, he swallows the lump in his throat, his warm eyes hold yours with a surety he feels deep in his bones as he murmurs against your lips, ‘I love you too, sweetheart.’

I never regretted holding off on this moment from the main series, and writing this in the months after Consent ended (which is about the same length of time for our two idiots in the story), I feel even more strongly about this. Thank you for the enthusiastic voting for this prompt and Christmas, I loved writing this moment for these two so much - they've definitely earned it.

I hope you all have the most wonderful Christmas ❤️

Also, thank you for these requests that I had so much fun working into this fic!

LJ @prolix-yuy: IF you do the Christmas fic, I would love to see which seasonal drink/food Dieter and our Intimacy Coordinator enjoy (especially if it's polarizing for each other - does Dieter like eggnog? Fruitcake? Something even weirder) No pressure to add, love you Cee!

Anon: Maybe you could work a cat in somewhere? 😉 Like maybe he ends up around someone who has a cat? He seems like he’d be really sweet with them. He just seems like a cat man to me. Even if he doesn’t know it yet. I could be wrong. That’s just my headcanon.

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[yukidragon]

Since its almost Halloween can we get some yandere werewolf Joseph head canons, please?!

Ho, hoooo~ That sounds like a fun little AU right there. I hope you don’t mind if I specifically use my version of sunshine, Alice, for this answer. It might help me get inspired to make another AU short fic for her and Jack... or rather Joseph. ;3

Hmm... lots of ways to take this. For example, I could go with a similar angle I used for my Vampire AU, in that everything is basically the same, just Joseph was a werewolf before he died, which now makes him a werewolf ghost(?) who was released from this cursed VHS prison by Alice.

Buuuut that would be Jack and not Joseph wouldn’t it? After all, he would be in the persona of the character of Sunny Day Jack, so let’s go with the college AU as our basis, shall we? I’m sure that version of Joseph would make a fine yandere werewolf.

BTW, for those of you who haven’t seen it, here’s a picture of Joseph in the College AU that Jambeebot/Sauce drew and posted publicly on their twitter.

A tired but handsome lad, perfect for some wolfy shenanigans, don’t you think?

Just as a quick reminder, please don’t repost any of the pictures posted privately on the Snaccpop Studios Patreon. For just $3, you can get a peek of the good stuff, and that’s cheaper than a cup of coffee like the one Jojo here is holding. You could also consider joining the Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack kickstarter. It recently hit $45,000, so the Nick route was just unlocked!

Oh, and while I’m plugging stuff, why not check out Sunshine in Hell or Sunshine in Another World, my Sunny Day Jack fanfics? I’d love it if you read them and let me know what you think.

Also, I want to remind everyone this series is an Adults Only game, and there’s probably going to be a smutty headcanon or two in the bunch. I mean, we are talking about a werewolf AU. I’m practically obligated to mention knotting at least once.

Oh, before I forget, here’s the obligatory tags for @channydraws and @earthgirlaesthetic.

Thanks for indulging my side-tangent, now back to the headcanons.

I haven’t really touched on the College AU before, but now’s as good of a time as any, just with a little supernatural twist to it. There’s not really any “canon” lore to this AU, just Joseph looking pretty stylish as a college student, so I’m just gonna go crazy and have fun with it. Okay? Okay!

First off, it’s modern day, with cell phones, super fancy coffee drink shops, and obscene student loan debts. Joseph’s family/school life has been shit like in the normal universe, with parents who don’t love him (and probably regret ever having him), but he didn’t run away from home (or if he did, he eventually went back). Instead, he doubled down on his education to get a college scholarship that’ll get him the hell away from his shitty home life and hometown.

Of course, being a student reliant on a scholarship for his funds, Joseph has to work his ass off to maintain high enough grades to keep it. This leads to a lot of late nights, dark circles under his eyes, and a rewards card at the local Sunbucks coffee shop that gets used more than his phone. He gets so much coffee there that the barista even learned how to spell his name right!

The college happens to be the same unnamed college that Alice(/MC), Shaun, and Ian attended. Joseph, being interested in acting, winds up in some of the same classes as the three.

Now, we could say things in this continuity are mostly the same as canon, with Alice and Ian dating at the start of college. This would be when Joseph gets to meet his sunshine while being an ordinary college student instead of a ghost(?) clown actor. Jealousy and love triangles ensue.

But, nah, let’s shake that timeline up little more with some of that werewolf spice, shall we? In fact, let’s rewind the timeline just a little to some events before college starts.

Joseph comes from a pack of werewolves. His parents are still unloving and don’t pay attention to him, but man does being a supernatural creature complicate matters even more. There’s the whole pack hierarchy with alphas and what not (which even Joseph knows is something real wolves don’t do, but then again real wolves don’t transform or have supernatural nonsense going on with them either). You have to be the biggest and strongest to get any power or attention, which is more reason for him to go through a rebellious stage... only this period of teenage angst involves fangs and claws instead of a pocket knife.

So why then, did Joseph not run away from home in this universe when things feel even more isolating for him? He did, but this time it was during a full moon after a particularly rough tumble with his pack. He made it to an area without local wolves of any variety, and on that moonlit night he found himself a ray of sunshine.

Alice’s childhood home has a large backyard that leads into a forest. Being familiar with these woods and with no dangerous wildlife to speak of in the area, it wasn’t at all out of the ordinary for her to take a late night stroll. When she heard a faint whimpering, she assumed it was one of the family dogs. What she found in the dim light of the moon and her cell phone’s flashlight app was a juvenile “dog” with dark chocolate colored fur that had a pretty blue shine where the light hit it.

The poor thing was all covered in cuts, and growled at the strange human approaching him when she got close. Alice felt sorry for it, but knew better than to get too close. Joseph wasn’t exactly happy about being found, and was relieved when she left, only to be surprised when she returned with a couple bowls, one filled with dogfood and the other water.

Joseph figured out her misunderstanding and found it kind of funny. This stranger was treating him as a dog more kindly than his parents or his teachers ever did, speaking soothingly and not getting too close. He snubbed the dogfood because he wasn’t that desperate yet, but he was thirsty after running away so far.

Alice smelled pretty nice to Joseph, really nice in fact. He got closer to her to get a better sniff of her scent underneath the artificial perfumes of her soap and deodorant. She knew better than to move when he got closer, lest she startle him, and he decided to be cheeky and lick her hand when he noticed some cookie crumbs still stuck to her fingers.

What Joseph didn’t expect was that Alice took that as a sign he wanted to be petted. It was startling, to say the least. No one had ever pet him before, not even his parents!

Then again, they didn’t hug him either.

It felt... nice. Far nicer than it had any right to feel, especially after he felt so shitty after getting roughed up by his shitty pack. Joseph melted under the touch and leaned into Alice as she used both hands to put him so gently, his tail wagging for the first time in forever.

Werewolves hid among humanity, but didn’t have much respect for them. Joseph didn’t see a reason to respect humans or werewolves, but this one... this one felt nice, really, really nice. Maybe it was just because of the full moon making him feel more wolf-like and instinctive, but he thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be this human’s pet... at least until he recovered from his injuries. He shouldn’t stay too long in case one of his pack decided to track him down to punish him for running away. 

Alice felt so warm, and Joseph wanted more of her touch. He could’ve cried when she hugged him and called him a good boy.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful moment didn’t last long, as Alice started to cough and she backed from Joseph while covering her mouth and nose. “I guess your owner’s a smoker, huh?”

Joseph never batted an eye whenever a teacher caught him with cigarettes. Their detentions, wagging fingers, and warnings of the danger of teenage smoking never reached him. If anything, their obnoxious lectures just made him want to cut class to light up another joint. It was only when Alice, the first person to hug him in forever, had to put some distance between them so she could breathe did he regret ever picking up the habit.

Even still, Alice brought Joseph back to her house with the intention of taking him to the vet to get him treated in the morning. The family dogs were wary of him, as was expected since they had a better sense of the danger a werewolf posed, but her human family were welcoming. Fortunately, acting friendly enough convinced them that he simply was a very wolf-like breed rather than an actual wolf, let alone a werewolf.

Still, they kept a more careful distance from Joseph than Alice did. They looked him over, and he allowed a few pets, but none of them smelled as appealing as Alice, or cuddled him like she did. Unfortunately, being indoors made it harder to avoid the smell of smoke, so she was forced to keep her distance.

It made Joseph feel a little lonely.

During the night when everyone was asleep, Joseph raided the fridge in a form that actually had opposable thumbs and prowled around the house. He found Alice in her room, but he couldn’t stay long when she started coughing in her sleep. He did linger long enough to notice that she had some fantasy romance novels, a couple of which involved supernatural creatures like werewolves.

Joseph wanted to stay and get to know Alice, but he was a danger to her. Not only would the pack find him if he didn’t keep going, but something as stupidly mundane as a smoking habit was keeping him away from the first person to make him feel warm and cared for in his life.

That night, Joseph reconsidered what he really wanted. He wanted to find a new life, a better life, one with actual love in it. Before he didn’t know how to do it besides forcing his parents, teachers, peers... just someone to finally look at him like a person and not a burden. Now... now there was a chance. He found a ray of sunshine in his dark life. He had a goal to work towards.

Joseph returned to the pack, but not before getting some information he could use, like Alice’s home address and phone number. He would sneak back to watch her from a distance, waiting until it would be safe for him to see her again. He quit smoking, but it would be a while until he stopped smelling of smoke.

One time when Joseph snuck by to see Alice, he saw a scrawny human boy by her side. It wasn’t unexpected - humans spent time with humans, though it did make him feel lonely to see her spending time with someone else when he couldn’t. Worse, was how much fun they were having, laughing, playing around and joking together. They were close.

Then Joseph caught wind of the boy’s pheromones... and hers as well.

The two of them were attracted to each other.

It irritated Joseph, which wasn’t helped by his nicotine withdrawal. Yes, humans were meant to be with humans, and he was supposed to mate with another werewolf and all that bullshit, but fuck that! He hadn’t even gotten the chance to talk to Alice yet, and here was this little toad daring to hug and lust after the first person to show him just the smallest scrap of warmth.

Joseph couldn’t handle it.

Ian had some incidents coming home from Alice’s house where he was stalked by a wild dog or a wolf that chased after him, snapping teeth and growling. However, it would mysteriously only go after him when he was alone and somehow always avoided his attempts at snapping a photo on his phone. On those nights, he wasn’t even truly safe at home, as he would hear scratching at his windows, only to find nothing there, and he thought he heard whispers warning him to stay away from Alice. It made him paranoid and afraid to walk alone when visiting her, and his mom twisted his experiences as being demonic in nature, a warning that he better not have any sinful thoughts about his friend...

It created some distance between Ian and Alice. They were still friends and still close, but he visited her house less often and felt more anxious about his romantic and spicy feelings towards her. This made it even harder for him to gather the courage to ask her out and try to go from friends to something more.

Which suited Joseph perfectly.

It was at least a year after that first encounter that Joseph arranged an ‘accidental’ first encounter with Alice in his human form while she was out and about in the city. Although she kept a greater distance from him as a human than she did as a “dog,” he managed to act cheerful and friendly enough to get her to lower her guard.

The time waiting to see Alice wasn’t spent idly. Joseph had been preparing for that “first” meeting with her, studying more about how to act than he ever did at school, though he did pull his grades up. He stopped acting out, ironically now trying not to attract anyone’s attention in his hometown, so that no one would realize he was sneaking off.

His pack might have hid among humans, but they kept their distance and felt humans were beneath them. They would never accept Joseph’s obsession with one, not unless he became the leader of the pack and changed the rules, or could earn the right to leave the pack, both of which would require him to battle and defeat the alpha.

It was an exhausting balancing act, but worth it to Joseph. He got stronger, pulled up his grades in school, and visited Alice whenever he could. They became friends, and got close enough they exchanged cell phone numbers. He was elated, and the more time he got to know her, the deeper he fell for her.

Joseph did intend to just befriend Alice, he really did, but when she gave him a hug while he was in his human form, he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted more.

He wanted her to be his mate for life.

You know, sometimes werewolf romances have mystical mate bonds, so let’s go with that. It’d be fitting since it’s similar to the connection between Jack and his sunshine in the main universe. Werewolves have one mate for life when they make the mark and all sorts of perks and all those fun tropes.

Joseph did his best to appeal to Alice, and he was thrilled the first time he caught scent of her interest in him - not Ian or someone else, but him! He nearly acted on it right there, but he knew her better by this point. She was shy, took things slowly, and when sneakily prying about her thoughts on romance, he found out that she’d only want to date someone she was friends with first.

Fine, fine, Joseph could wait. He had to take care of his pack’s potential interference anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to secure a good future too if he was going to start a family. Alice did admit she wanted a big family with a bunch of kids in the future, and he was quite happy to imagine having a whole litter of pups with her.

Joseph managed to defeat the alpha by the time he graduated high school. He could have taken over for the pack, but screw them all. He was free, more or less. He had a scholarship, he made sure to enroll in the same college Alice was attending, and he even managed to arrange it so that they would be staying in the same dorm. He wanted to be roommates with her, but the damn school decided that students of the same gender couldn’t stay on the same floor, let alone share a room.

Now that Joseph finally was free, he asked Alice out on the first day of classes, and she shyly accepted.

The fact that Ian just happened to be in earshot at the time really was a total coincidence. Really.

One date led to more, then a relationship. Joseph was the ideal boyfriend, kind, considerate, and very loving. Alice was wonderful to him as well, so cuddly and affectionate. She made him feel so loved and appreciated in a way no one else could.

Joseph swapped out his nicotine addiction for a caffeine addiction, but that was fine. Alice liked the smell of coffee, and although she didn’t really care to drink it, she didn’t mind the taste of it when he kissed her. After a while the smell of coffee would remind her of him, especially when they kissed.

Now that they had gotten this far, Joseph had to gently warm Alice up to the idea of werewolves. She enjoyed horror movies as well as gothic romances, so he had something to work with, getting familiar with some werewolf romance media to show her and talk to her about. It was so romantic how a human and a werewolf could make a relationship work despite all odds, wasn’t it?

Joseph would feel insecure when Alice made friends besides him, especially if he caught wind of any sort of attraction they had towards her. Shaun also had the annoying stink of cat on him. Joseph was quick to make it clear early on after meeting him who Alice wanted to be with, much to her embarrassment.

After all, she hadn’t been expecting Joseph to (gently) bite her neck while she was introducing Shaun and Joseph to one another.

“Joey!” Alice hissed breathlessly as she pushed Joseph back, her face cherry red. “Not here!”

Joseph chuckled, unrepentant as he admired the new mark he left behind on her skin along with the others that made it clear to everyone that Alice was his. “Sorry, sunshine, I just couldn’t resist.”

During a full moon, a werewolf’s instincts are much stronger, which made it that much harder for Joseph to hold back his urge to mate with Alice. He had to take it slowly with her, mindful of her comfort, but oh how she drove him so crazy sometimes. It seemed to get harder and harder to stop when she signaled an end to their make out sessions, but he would never, ever do anything she didn’t want, even if it left him with blue balls and with the urge to tear something apart in the woods to burn off the extra energy.

But all the waiting in the world is worth it for Alice, as far as Joseph is concerned, especially the night she finally, finally tells him that she loves him. He gently pried for it, not as forward or as confident as he would as Jack in the game, but he was absolutely just as giddy and relieved to hear it.

Needless to say, when Joseph reveals the truth about his werewolf nature to Alice, she’s very skeptical, thinking it’s a prank at first. He offers to prove it and shocks her when he manages to actually transform into a wolf, and a rather sizable one at that. Although intimidating and world changing, she quickly accepts this side of him, much to his delight.

Wolfy cuddles, petting, and tail wags follow... then Joseph reveals his hybrid form, with a human physique and wolf features. (It’s not too much different than Bo’s “feed me” form.)

It happens to be a full moon, and Joseph, high off of her love and acceptance of every side of him, gets very affectionate. Though intimidated and very nervous, Alice consents to going all the way with him for the first time. She marvels at how a big and dangerous werewolf like Joseph can be so gentle... and how many times he can keep going.

It was quite the learning experience for Alice. First she learned that her boyfriend was a werewolf, then just how big he is, and finally that she can handle someone of his size without pain with enough loving preparation beforehand. Joseph made sure to shower her with praise through the experience, especially when she managed to take his knot.

Needless to say, the two of them skip classes the next day. Joseph is only too happy to carry Alice around until she can walk properly again, much to her embarrassment.

The mate marking happens either during their first time or afterwards, but, in any case, Alice is consenting to it. After all, it means she and Joseph can be together forever. She’s never felt so happy and accepted before. How can she say no when he’s such a wonderful guy who loves her so much?

Sure, Joseph gets a bit territorial, and Alice always has kiss and bite marks that she can never quite hide when out in public, but that just shows how crazy he is about her. How can she not find it flattering?

Although Joseph’s size and werewolf nature can be intimidating, Alice isn’t afraid of him. How could she? He’s the sweetest, most gentle, friendly, and loving person she’s ever known. The idea that he could hurt anyone is completely absurd!

Joseph is the happiest he’s ever been in his life. He finally has his sunshine, and, someday, they’re going to have a nice home and a bunch of happy pups to call their own. As long as no one tries to get between them, everything will end happily ever after.

If they do, well... this wolf knows how to hunt.

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