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skzhua · 11 months

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Episode eight.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Swearing, that's it. This one is cute as hell, y'all.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: So I got productive and wrote this in under a few hours only... I hope you'll enjoy this!

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You looked at your two friends in surprise. While Kitty was smiling widely as she held Dae's arm, the latter gave you looks of pleading. From that, it wasn't hard to get that he didn't want you to speak about the fact him and Yuri were fake. A shame, you were thinking that this would give you the chance to be free of lies.

"I'm happy for you too." you grinned and raised your coffee cup. "Long live Kitty and Dae."

"And not us?" Min Ho huffed as he sat next to you.

Us. A term with which you were still quite unfamiliar. It had only been a day since what you and Min Ho started whatever that was happening. You weren't sure what you were or where it was going but you preferred it that way. Putting tags on it honestly frightened you.

"Us?" Kitty frowned. "Did I miss something?"

Min Ho put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently. "More or less."

Dae coughed. "Well, while you two do your thing, we'll go do ours. Kitty, let's go?"

He brought her along behind him, grabbing her purse for her in the way, and left the dorm. Q having gone to the Outdoors Club already, you and Min Ho finally had some time alone. Approaching you, he laid a quick kiss on your lips before stealing your mug.

"Dude, come on! I didn't finish it."

"You had one sip left." he said and then drank the rest of your beverage. "And now it's empty."

You shook your head in disapproval. "You're kind enough to make me coffee but evil enough to steal it away from me."

He walked to you and got you off your stool before wrapping his arms around your waist. "You'll have to admit, it kind of turns you on."

You held onto him by the neck and frowned. "Being both a gentleman and an asshole?" you asked and he nodded. "You're way too confident in yourself."

"You said I was a gentleman, I'll take it and ignore the rest." he laughed.

You exchanged a long-lasting kiss, and he positioned himself to help you up so he could hold you by the thighs. He was still kissing you as he walked to his room but the door just had to open at this exact moment. Min Ho dropped you as horror plastered on your face.

Widening his eyes, Q nearly screamed. "What is this? When?" he asked but stopped himself. "You know what? I don't want to know. I'll just grab my water bottle and let you finish your business."

He hurried to do so and slammed the door behind him. Looking back at each other, Min Ho let out an awkward chuckle.

"We can continue..."

You rolled your eyes. "Get ready, we have class in a few."

But class didn't seem so important as the days went by. Making out in the library, cute dates in Gangnam district, more kissing in his room with a disgusted Dae on the side (as if he wasn't any better with Kitty)... This thing you two had was going strong. You were hoping that he might not see it as a simple casual thing. Because you were falling, and deep. There wasn't going to have any turning back at that point.

Q packed some last minute items in his bag. At the same time, you were debating whether it was a good idea to bring cute outfits despite the fact you were going in the middle of nowhere for two days.

"Oh, that dress is dead gorgeous." Q commented as he checked up on you.

"Not this one, too revealing." you said and pushed it aside.

He took it and put it in your bag. "And that's exactly what we are aiming for."

"What? No, Q." you complained while letting him zip it all close.

"Min Ho is going to lose his mind over this."

You suddenly got shy. "Min Ho? Why would I dress for him? I don't need to do that, it's stupid."

He laughed. "You'll thank me later." He went to the kitchen and you followed him behind. "Okay, time to go. Bus leaves in twenty." he told the other couple.

Just then, Min Ho got out of his room and was bringing with him a huge ass luggage. Plus one of those luxury bags of his.

"Gosh." he mumbled to himself, struggling a little.

"Dude, the class trip is camping. In tents. In nature. For two days." Kitty told him, unimpressed.

"I know." he rolled his eyes. "That's why I packed light."

You laughed and walked up to him. "Right, you did. Let's go."

The five of you headed outside to where the bus was waiting for you. You stayed with Min Ho and he exchanged a few things about Kitty with Dae. And that made you rather uncomfortable.

"She wants to go over everything that happened with Yuri." Dae explained.

"Don't, it's a trap." Min Ho advised right away.

You shrugged. "I don't know. Honesty is always the key, don't you think so?"

Dae sent you a glare, visibly not wanting you to reveal you knew all about his fake relationship. Meanwhile, Min Ho shook his head in disapproval.

"You're right about honesty. But in this case, they say they want to know all the details to move on, but then they obsessed about them."

You let out a huff. "You really know women..."

"Is that how it is with her?" Dae asked Min Ho, nodding his head to your direction.

"Y/N?" he said before he slung his arm around your shoulders. "No, she's totally uncomplicated and chill."

You looked at him. "Really?"

He sent a smirk your way. "Really. You're quite great, actually."

Growing more embarrassed, you broke away from his grip as soon as you came closer to Yuri. She was already with her other friends but didn't seem to mind your presence. In fact, she seemed reassured.

"You've kept yourself busy this week." she said, referring to your few make-out sessions she had accidentally stumbled upon.

"And you have been moving on quite well from Dae."

Her face became serious. "Not a word, please."

The girls suddenly started to scream and Madison came closer to show you a video on her phone. There stood the famous actor Ocean Park. He was explaining how his grandmother's village had been ravaged by a flood and was thanking Madison and your school to come help them out. She squealed at the mention of her name, jumping up and down.

"He said your name!" Eunice exclaimed.

"I know! And we owe it all to Min Ho and his famous mom." she replied before running to him and giving him a hug, almost making him fall.

"Whoa..." he let out before breaking away from her.

Leaning on him, she went on to explain about how his mother had worked with Ocean Park before. Apparently, Principal Lim agreed to cancel a ski trip to go to the village instead. But you weren't listening, you could only focus on her arm that was on top of Min Ho's shoulder.

"Your mom is really good with pulling strings." Madison finished off with telling Yuri that.

"For evil, usually."

You choked out a laugh and Yuri followed. You, then, proceeded to get seated in the bus. Analyzing the places, Madison and the other girls had already took the back seats. Kitty surprisingly sat with Finnerty, leaving Dae stuck with another student. Florian and Q together, the others with their friends... That left you a two-seat spot that you could share with Min Ho. However, the image of Madison being glued to him from earlier still fresh in your memory, you hesitated.

"Hey." Yuri said. "Sit with me?"

You ended up agreeing and got yourself comfortable with your friend. So when Min Ho got on the bus, he was more than confused to see you seated with Yuri instead of keeping a spot for him next to you. He stopped where you were with a perplexed look on his face.

"What is this?"

You shot your head up as you heard his voice. "Hey. I'm sitting with Yuri if you don't mind. We'll see each other when we get there."

He seemed disappointed but acquiesced nonetheless. "It's okay."

You watched him getting to a solo seat and started to feel bad. At this point, though, who could blame you for being mad? First off, you had never brought up the subject of Madison in the last week and, second off, you were now wondering why the hell she went to hug him after telling everyone he helped her with organizing this trip.

After a while in the bus, you were growing tired more than you'd liked to be. Yuri had shared a ballad playlist with you and that only made you more sleepy. After some time, she shook you out of your daze and told you she was going to speak with Dae and that she'd switched places with the guy next to him. As she left her seat, Min Ho took the opportunity to go beside you, sending the other guy at the singular seat he was previously at. You let out a scoff at him.

"Excuse me but I believed we agreed last night that we would sit together." he justified himself.

You shrugged. "That was before I learnt you were still hooked on Miller."

He sighed. "Is it about this morning?"

"I don't know, Min Ho. You tell me." you answered, growing frustrated.

"Jealousy kind of looks good on you." he joked but you slapped him across the chest.

"I'm not jealous. I don't want to be in your collection of women, that's all."

"You hid your trip arrangements with her very well, though."

"I have spent every second of my free time with you this last week. You would have known way sooner if I was seeing another girl at the same time."

"Exactly. It was trip arrangements."

You plugged in your earphones again, not wanting to hear any more of his unclear answers. He did look at you for a bit afterwards but he ended up getting the message. That didn't stop him from taking your hand in his, and neither did it restrain you from liking it.

You arrived at the camping site soon after and joined Eunice outside. She and the others were still scrolling through social media as they wanted to see more pictures of Ocean Park. You weren't necessarily a fan, but you had to admit that the man was fine as hell.

After Professor Finnerty gathered everyone together, he asked you all about the rooming arrangements. You were taken aback when Yuri told him she'd be with Kitty. That wasn't even the best... What followed shook you even more.

"Y/N and I, sir!" Madison shouted.

Barely having any time to process what she had just said, Finnerty noted it down and she took your hand to head towards your tent. She started to talk about how excited she was and all about the whole trip, ignoring completely the elephant in the room.

"I'll take the left side and you can take the right. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah." you confirmed. "Why did you pick me?"

She hummed. "What?"

"For the room. We barely know each other."

"Ah." she smiled and invited you to sit with her. "I have noticed that I might be creating some tension between you and Min Ho. No hard feelings about him choosing you, by the way. I would've picked you too."

"Thanks..?"

She continued. "I want you to know I was only looking for a casual fling that night at his party. And he only kissed me back because he told me you went all out on him so he got sad."

You smiled in guilt. "I did, yeah."

"And the day after, I thought he was still on with the casual dating but he obviously told me off and went to you instead."

You were still in doubt. "That does not change the fact he's Min Ho. He'll go after someone else in a week at most if I'm lucky."

She exhaled. "Well, you are more than lucky, then. He wants you, I can see it. And, by the way, the trip thing was because I begged him to do so. And the hug was just friendly, I swear."

"It's fine." you let out a laugh. "I appreciate you for telling me all this. I was barely getting anything out of him when I asked."

"Men are like this." she shrugged.

You could do it for an extra hour before curfew but nothing was going to make you like cleaning up. You did enjoy having a clean personal space and cleaning a village for a good cause was good too. Still, you were not having the most fun. You and Yuri being similar on that aspect, you helped each other as one raked the branches together and one put them away in a bag.

Min Ho watched you from afar. Considering you were still not acknowledging him, he took it as in Madison told you something that put you off. That was the last thing he wanted. The night before, he called his mom to tell her about you. He wanted to know her opinion on the situation and it made him realize a lot of things. One of them being that he wanted something more with you, something real. Not a close friend he'd kiss whenever he'd want to. No. He wanted to try and date you.

"You're looking at her again." Madison snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I know."

"She's not mad at you, I told you I cleared things off with her."

He scoffed. "Explain why she is still avoiding me, then."

"From what I got, she feels like a fling to you... which she is so-"

"Not." he corrected. "She's not."

"Then, show her."

"How?"

Madison had shifted her attention elsewhere by then. A car pulled over in front of the camping site and everyone – meaning every fangirl – rushed to see what was happening, Madison being the first. Min Ho followed lazily as Ocean Park stepped out of the car, greeting his fans.

You joined out of curiosity. It wasn't like he was a nobody; you were getting to meet a celebrity. You stood next to Min Ho. Not on purpose, it was only because he was close to the front. After Madison introduced herself, Min Ho did the same but with much less enthusiasm.

"Hi. My mother, Dami, says 'hello, Mr. Park.' "

Ocean looked up dreamily. "Ah, Dami... Your mother is an incredible woman. Did she ever tell you about the time I ran into her at Sundance?" Min Ho gave him a very clueless look. "She kept me warm on a very cold night."

Min Ho was baffled. "Excuse me?"

"And who are you?" Ocean smiled at you.

"Park Y/N." you bowed.

He held his hand up. "No need to be so formal. Are you with him?" he asked, pointing at the man next to you.

"Oh, we're not-"

"She is." Min Ho cut you off while bringing you closer to his body by your waist.

Ocean nodded his head at him in acknowledgement. "You got yourself someone as beautiful as your mother." Clasping his hands together, he then addressed the crowd. "Let's take a selfie."

You pushed yourself away from Min Ho while Ocean Park and his groupies went to a spot to take photos. "What is it with you?"

You walked off to continue your task. You didn't get why he acted all possessive when, clearly, Ocean was only being polite. Nor did you get why he felt the need to keep you so close to him. It made you feel things and you hated feeling things.

An hour was added to your time before curfew as a reward to the hard work you had done all day. Yuri had briefly told you what happened so far. You felt much better now that Kitty finally knew the truth and that Yuri didn't forget to tell her that she asked you to keep it shut for her. Kitty texted you later on to tell you she forgave you and understood that it was not your place to tell. Overall, a weight had come off your shoulders.

Exhausted from the day, you didn't plan on doing much other than watch some shows you downloaded before leaving and staying in bed in your pyjamas. You were going to have the tent to yourself since Madison was going to Ocean Park's grandmother's house for dinner. You were more than okay with finally getting some time for yourself. Well, for a few minutes at least.

Min Ho: Come to my tent.

Min Ho: I've got a bit of a surprise for you.

Y/N: No. :)

Min Ho: Do you want me to beg or something?

Y/N: Maybe...

Min Ho: Please, come to my tent, my sweet puppy?

Min Ho: Get all ready too, it's a formal occasion.

Y/N: I'm in my comfy fit, so it's still a no. I'm not coming out.

Min Ho: I have strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Y/N: Coming in ten.

Most people would tell you that this was a bad idea. And usually, you'd say that it was, indeed. But, hey. Strawberries and chocolate couldn't be a better bait for you. You loved food, he knew that and he got you just how he wanted. You honestly didn't care, as long as you had something to eat in the end.

You thanked Q mentally for forcing you to bring the tight off-the-shoulders dress. You picked it to go with some golden jewellery and did some waves for your hair. Once you determined you were all good – which was more than ten minutes after you told Min Ho that you were coming – you finally left your tent.

You weren't sure how to react when you saw him in a suit, standing in the middle of the room he had decorated with candles, petals and all. On the table were the strawberries with a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne. You stepped closer, growing more confused.

"What is happening here?"

"Surprise." he said. "I was hoping this could help me for you to not be mad at me anymore."

You acquiesced slowly, still scanning the room. "I can't say that I am not impressed."

"Want some?" he offered you the treat and you happilly took them.

"I never thought I'd see you do something like this for anyone. Even less make a heart out of petals." you teased.

"Can you appreciate my effort instead of mocking me?"

You laughed. "Alright, I'm sorry. This is a very nice surprise, thank you."

"You're welcome, beautiful."

He came closer to you and wiped off the chocolate that smudged on your lips. With a single look down your lips, it was just enough to make you melt all over again and press your lips against his. He let out a gasp, startled by your move.

"I'll take it as we are good now?"

You nodded. "Yeah, we are. I'm sorry, by the way. I was overthinking things and you have the right to see anybody else because it's not like I'm your girlfriend or anything." you laughed nervously.

He bit his lip. "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk about with you."

And, of course, your little insecure self had to start thinking about all sorts of negative thoughts. Was he about to tell you this thing was over? Would he still want to be friends? Was he only playing with your heart?

"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but..."

And it was coming, you knew you were going to get your heart broken.

"... I think I want more."

And just like that, everything stopped. Your brain short-circuited as you attempted you comprehend properly what he had just said.

"You, what?" you said in a whisper.

"I think I'm ready for a real relationship and, honestly, I don't see it happen with anyone else other than you."

You said nothing, you just couldn't physically speak. So you kissed him, slowly and passionately. In all the times you kissed, this felt like the most intimate you had ever been. It wasn't physical intimacy, it was emotional. Without even noticing, teardrops came out of your eyes. Just a couple as Min Ho brushed them off with his thumb.

"Are you okay?" he asked once he pulled away from your face, but still kept his forehead to yours.

"What... Why the change of heart?"

He sighed. "You really want me to tell you how special you are, don't you?"

"I actually do, yeah." you admitted without any shame.

But the evening went on like this. There was some friendly teasing, kissing here and there, talking for what felt like hours. You wanted to stay forever there with him.

"I could kiss you forever." he said softly after lifting your chin up to make you look at him.

You held onto him even closer. "Me too." And you kissed him again. "I should really go."

He shook his head and placed a couple of pecks all over your face. "Or you could stay."

"No." you laughed. "Curfew starts in five minutes."

He pouted but still help you up on your feet from the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, you will."

"On the bus, this time."

You sighed heavily. "Yes."

"Good. Then sleep well." he kissed you one last time for the night.

"Good night."

As soon as you got to your tent, Madison was already sleeping. You lost no time in dialing Kitty's number but she didn't answer. The next person in mind was Yuri but she did not respond either. Last person was Q who, thankfully, picked up.

"So? How was it?" he asked.

"It couldn't have been any better."

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samoankpoper21 · 6 months

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JJK Men If They Weren't Sorcerers - Modern! AU

Gojo Satoru: No surprise here but Satoru would probably have an occupation involving education; I see him more as the fun bio/science/chem teacher that everyone loves in high school who, without fail every academic year, somehow finds a way to blow something small up in the classroom or start a fire 🤦🏽‍♀️ if he's not a high school teacher then you mos def can find him surrounded by kindergartners who call him Mr. Ru 🥰 most of the mothers there picking up their child would wish that he was their baby daddy until he tells them he has a partner *cough cough* Suguru 🤣

Geto Suguru: Much like Satoru, I can see Suguru in the world of academia - picturing Suguru with rimmed glasses, a book in his hand, reading out loud to the class is doing numbers to me 🤣🤣 but on a more serious note, I can picture Suguru as an English/Literature teacher. He's the high school teacher that all the girls have a crush on and all the boys idolize for his long hair 🤤 if academia is not his desired profession, I can see him working as a barista 🤤 can y'all imagine how his forearms and veins would look with his sleeves rolled up as he's making the latte art?!?!?! 🤤 ASDFJKL

Kento Nanami: I don't know if this would be considered cheating since he's already had a job other than sorcery buuut he mos def would be in accounting or working as a teller. Nanami is good with numbers so I can kind of see him working with the stock market as well.

Yuji Itadori: I can picture Yuji working well with kids alongside Satoru 😅 except Yuji's age group would probably be 4th graders, that's the oldest he'll be able to teach 🤣 I can picture him as a martial arts instructor of some sort. Another profession I see Yuji in would be a cop: he has a strong sense of justice and will not stop until justice prevails.

Megumi Fushiguro: Like Itadori, Megumi has a strong sense of justice and he would use that paired with his past to become a stellar advocate for lost and exploited children. I can picture him either working as a social worker or an attorney for children. I can also see him as working in the library. Megumi with rimmed glasses putting away books?!?!?!!! 🤤🤤 ASDFJKL Can I check you out? 🤣🤣

Ryomen Sukuna: He isn't known as the demon coach for no reason: Sukuna is that strict basketball coach who talks shit to his team but wins championships regardless. Other schools literally shake in their boots when they see they're playing against his team. He's fast on his feet, meticulous, and has an intimidating physique. Spring and summer conditioning is HELL 😭 I'm talkin' miles of running till your legs turn to jello 😭

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fortheloveofowen · 8 months

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Luke Patterson College Au

Summary: Just some Luke college! This is more or less if Luke was in college NOW lol IDK if that makes sense, but just pretend it does

Warnings: Man-whore Luke (I eat it up), mentions of sex, mentions of drug use/alcohol use, I'm in love with Luke I'm so delulu

Note: I am literally just working, and I'm bored so typing this on my work computer :) I hope you guys like this one, I've been wanting to make a Luke college au so so badly ;) Also guys I dropped out of college soooo living vicariously through this rn

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Major: Childhood Education

Minor: Music Composition

Was on the hockey team freshman and sophomore year, but quit once his band started getting booked

Can't y'all just see him as the cutest little elementary school music teacher like showing his students his guitar and talking about when he was in a band awww

Luke and Alex definitely have a shared house off-campus and they like throw parties like it's nobody's business

Definitely tried to join Alex's comic book club, but was quickly kicked out because he spilled soda on Reggie's collector's edition of the original Spiderman comics

"Dude, do you know how expensive this was? Like, for real?"

Luke is definitely known as somewhat of a player around campus and pretty much everyone knows who he is. He can usually be found with his tongue down a random girls throat

But, that's what college is about for him duh

He never wanted to go in the first place, but when his parents put that check in his lap to send him to school what else could he do? Especially when his buddy, Bobby, told him about all the hot chicks running around campus

So how do you meet Mr. Luke? Well, you were couped up in the library preparing for this god awful Bio final that has been stressing you to the point of pulling your hair out when you hear some.... children's laughter???

You look to the main double-door entrance and see a gaggle of children that can't be more than 5 or 6 years old barreling through the doors

And what shocked you most was... Luke Patterson leading this wild pack of children into the building??? I guess you had just never taken interest in what his major is or really anything about him, so you couldn't be too sure what his intentions were

A quiet Luke puts up a finger to his lips and begins counting down from 10, attempting to shush the kids he was directing

"Hey guys, can we quiet down please, we can't be too loud in the library! shhhhh"

And you're like is he soft? and good with kids? Definitely not soft (or so you think right now hehe), but he is great with kids

The kids are shuffling around the library, giggling at the pages in the anatomy books while Luke sits at a nearby table

"Are they bothering you? I knew it was a bad idea to bring them here, but I-I-It's about to rain... had no idea where else to take them..."

And you're just like huh? Because one, why is he talking to you, and two, this is not the same douchebag player you thought you knew. But, you end up telling him that they're fine and you continued studying until your roommate, Julie, asked if you wanted to meet up for dinner

You don't end up seeing Luke for a while after the first meet, and you had long let him disappear from your thoughts

That is until your friend Flynn decides to drag you to a party to "celebrate" finals being over (Even though you'd rather be couped up in your room rewatching Scooby Doo if you were being honest)

The house wasn't anything too crazy, donned with LED lights and some old beer cans strewn across the porch

You had been drinking with Flynn for a while, the fresh smell of marijuana and vomit stinging your nose as you waltzed around the house

Your bladder quickly caught up with you, though, as you excused yourself from Flynn for a second to find a pisser because you know you can't hold your pee while you're drunk

So, you're bobbing around sticking your head into pretty much every single room when you finally come across a door at the end of the hallway

You turn the door handle, astonished to find it unlocked, but you let yourself in and...

There's Luke... hands under a tiny blonde girl's shirt as he kissed up and down her neck

"Oh my god, I can... I am so sorry let me just go!"

You shout almost too eager as you swiftly slam the door and make your way back downstairs, ready to tell Flynn the shit you just walked into

But, alas, your friend is sitting on the couch with Reggie, one of Luke's closest friends, you've come to find out so you averted your attention to the kitchen

It was quiet in here, other than the small bits of banter going on around you in the almost empty kitchen

You stared into your cup of whatever concoction Flynn had made you when you're startled by a sudden presence to your left

"Hey, you're the girl from the library right? Sorry about uhhh... the bathroom sitch.... just doing my civil duty haha"

Luke slurred out as he hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter beside you

You nod your head, not really trying to engage with his "type"

"You wanna dance? Everyone else here is so boring..."

You and Luke head out to the living where masses of people were dancing along to whatever rap song was blaring over the speaker

Luke instinctively holds you by the waist as you sway the entire night, especially when you sway to his bedroom and then to his bed and then.... you get the picture

And Luke took care of you that night, kissing your shoulders, looking into your eyes as he kissed up your stomach bro omg I am getting ahead of myself

But, anyways, you wake up and immediately feel TONED HANDSOME arms around your waist and you're like??? because this is definitely not your bed and who is this man?

Your eyes peak out over the covers and you have the biggest "oh fuck" moment of your life because YOU JUST SLEPT WITH LUKE PATTERSON

So, without thinking you swiftly jump up out of bed and search around his room for your clothes, but not before you're interrupted by a groan and a yawn coming from the bed

"Shit..."

You mutter under your breath as Luke peers at you through hooded lids

When did he become so beautiful and why the hell hadn't you realized until now??

"Good morning to you too... You're leaving already? Didn't enjoy the show?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at you are you're like oh... my... god I gotta get out of here so you scurry off without much of a goodbye, but not before Luke puts his number into your phone

This goes on for a while, you sneaking over to his house, sleeping in his bed, waking up in his arms, and then spending the morning talking and eating breakfast. But, no lovely-dovey shit... ever

It had become somewhat of a routine, but for Luke, this wasn't normal

He'd sleep with a girl a few times, but then ditch her before things could get too serious

But now he's got himself a drawer of your clothes, and your smile embedded in his brain

So you're over this one time and you both had woken up rather sleepy due to the events of the prior night hehehehe

And Luke is just staring at you so lovingly and it was different than any way he had looked at you before

And he just instinctively wraps you in his arms and spoons you

You're like

"Luke, didn't we say that cuddling was off the table if we're awake? We're not like together, remember?"

And he freezes and is like

"We're together. We sleep together, we spend the mornings together, we are quite literally the definition of together..."

Aww he just chews on his thumb and looks up at you through his eyelashes and just kisses you

You and Luke are the couple that literally everyone is digusted with

He constantly needs to be touching you and will literally wait outside your classes so he can flash you that geeky smile and chuckle while holding out some food or coffee

He just wants to take care of you in all ways possible

Finally lets you come to one of his band practices and everyone is like

"Wow you're significant other is so cool, Luke!"

And he just gets antsy and is like yeah I know now leave them alone before I get jealous hehehe

Such a jealous boyfriend and sometimes you have to remind him how much you love him and he can get really insecure but he finds that comfort in you

Practically thinks you are gold and literally nothing in this world could compare to you

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Alrighty y'all that is it for now, but I hope you likeeee

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ashtonisvibing · 7 months

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Normalcy AU - Papa, I can't sleep...

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe?: Normalcy AU

Ship(s): None

Character(s): Henrik von Schneeplestein, Robbie the zombie

Warning(s): None

Author's Notes:

y'all ready for some cute father/child fluff? :}

another entry in the normalcy au, this one featuring henrik and robbie! in the au robbie is henrik's bio child (because dad henrik my beloved), so here's a lil blurb of henrik helping kiddo robbie fall back asleep.

also, if anyone who speaks german reads this, i apologize for any inaccuracies with the words used. the most i can do is google "german word/term for [x]" (i don't trust google translate) and hope the info i'm given is accurate as i don't know a beat of german (besides ja and leibling, and i don't even know if i spelled the latter right). there's barely any german used but if anything is incorrect or if there's a word/term that would work much better than what i've used, please let me know!

i also won't be trying to type henrik's accent like i've seen a lot of other people do, but he's still got it lol

pronouns check:

henrik - he/him

robbie - he/him

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A cool spring breeze caused the curtains in Henrik's bedroom to flutter slightly while he laid in bed and read. The only light in the room came from the moon shining through the window and the bedside lamp. For once he didn't have to deal with a night shift at the hospital, and considering his son was sleeping, he was taking in the moment of calm to hopefully finish the book he had started a few days ago. The record player on the shelf across from him played one of his soft jazz records and filled the room with its enticing music, making the room the perfect reading environment. He missed having relaxing nights like this. It just barely made him regret becoming a doctor.

He had just gotten halfway through his book when suddenly there was soft knocking at his door, accompanied by sniffling. There was only one person that could be knocking on his door in general, let alone so late at night. He stuck his makeshift paper bookmark between the pages and got up to open the door. Sure enough his son, Robbie, was standing behind it, tears running down his cheeks and his purple bear stuffie held tightly in his arms. A gift from his oma when she learned how much he loved bears. Henrik was immediately filled with worry at the sight. He picked the child up gently and held him to himself as close as he could.

"Bärchen, what happened...?" The doctor spoke softly as he tried to wipe Robbie's tears away. The child responded with a soft, scared noise as he hid his face in his papa's shoulder. Seems he wouldn't be speaking until he calmed down. Henrik simply carried his son to the bed and gently laid him down on his chest once they were settled, wrapping the blanket around both of them. Despite the music still playing from the record player the doctor still started to sing. A soft lullaby his mama would sing when he was a child and couldn't sleep. His hand ran gentle circles into Robbie's back while he sniffled and occasionally let out soft hiccups.

But thankfully, by the time the doctor finished his lullaby the child had calmed down, now curled up in his papa's arms. Henrik didn't try to ask again about what had happened to not risk upsetting his son further. If Robbie wanted to say something he could. And if he didn't, then whatever happened would remain a mystery. Henrik already assumed it was simply just a nightmare of some sort, or maybe the child heard a noise that scared him. Any number of possibilities as to why a five year old would have gone to their parent for comfort.

"My nightlight turned off..." Robbie spoke quietly after a while. The doctor didn't say anything to let his son speak, simply just running his hand through the other's messy hair. Robbie was never the best at keeping his hair neat. "And all the scary monsters came out... They were gonna eat me..." The child nearly started crying again when Henrik held his son closer and left a kiss on his forehead, in an attempt to keep him calm and comforted.

"It's okay now, bärchen... I'll make sure that the monsters don't come and get you... And tomorrow I'll make sure to replace the light bulb in your nightlight so it works again, ja...? I'm sure the light bulb just ran out of juice..."

Robbie gave a little nod in response, snuggling more underneath the blanket. "Are you gonna pick me up from school tomorrow..?"

Henrik shook his head. "Nein, I have to work tomorrow.. But I can call Onkel Chase and Tante Stacy and see if they can pick you up.. You can stay with them for the night." It was very often for Robbie to go to his friends Chase and Stacy while he was at the hospital. It had basically become a second home for the child. Although as much as he liked seeing his onkel and tante, it was lonely not seeing his papa all of the time. But he'd never say anything. He knew it wasn't his papa's choice to be away so much, he had a lot of people to help. Like a superhero from the cartoons he watched.

Robbie gave another nod and rubbed his eye as he let out a big yawn, and Henrik couldn't help but chuckle over it. It was adorable how wide his son would yawn despite his small head. The doctor left another kiss on his son's head as he held Robbie closer.

"Now, you need to go back to sleep, bärchen.. I'm sure you don't want to be sleepy while you're in school.." He chuckled again as he got himself into a more comfortable position for both himself and Robbie, taking his glasses off to set them on the bedside table. He needed sleep as well. And with one final tiny nod Robbie soon drifted off to sleep, his bear stuffie held tight in his arms while snuggled close to his papa. Despite knowing he needed sleep Henrik continued to stay awake, if only to drag this moment out for as long as he could. A precious moment of getting to hold his son in his arms while the little child slept. If he could, the doctor would shape time around just being with his son. He hated the inconsistent working hours he had, never knowing whether he'd be working late into the night or early into the morning. It was moments like this that he wished he hadn't lost his wife when Robbie had been born. At the very least then he'd have one parent always with him.

But there was nothing to do now besides just being there for his son as much as he could with his limited free time. And hopefully one day that free time would grow more and more. Until then he just stretched this moment out for as long as he could, until sleep caught up to him what felt like far too quickly, and he joined his son in a quiet slumber. The record player's music still playing through the nightly air.

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daysiwrld · 2 years

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3 :: color me blue

this chapter is loosely inspired by the song norman fucking rockwell by lana del rey. it’s on my playlist! check it out, it’s linked in my tiktok bio!

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tw: sexual content!

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"y/n? hey...you look like...hell. have you been crying?" sasha immediately notices you on the couch sulking. sasha's hair is a bird's nest and you can see the dried drool her cheek making you let out a small laugh as you look up at her.

"yeah, i feel like hell right now." you wipe your under eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie. sasha takes the hair tie from around her wrist and ties her hair up as she walks over to you on the couch. "what's wrong? what happened? did something happen with jean last night? or was it eren?" sasha asks as she rubs her face trying to fully wake up.

"nah, had nothing to do with them. it's really nothing, i'm just being...over-emotional," you tell sasha trying to assure her as much as possible. but it doesn't work, sasha's your best friend, she can read right through you.

"y/n, i know i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but c'mon, this can't be "nothing" if you look this distraught. you can tell me, i'm your best friend. what's up?" sasha states, her tone laced with concerned. you sigh and lean back into the couch, you hate when you lie to sasha, but you hate it even more when she sees right through them.

"sasha i'm rea-"

"y/n, you look like death reincarnated." you hear a concerned, raspy voice. you and sash both look up to see connie standing above you on the stair's balcony.

"what's wrong? did jean do something to you? you guys looked fine last night...do i need to beat him up? i think i stand a chance right now since he's asleep-" connie frantically walks down the stairs.

"y/n won't tell me what's wrong, come help me force it out of her." sasha commands connie as he sits next to you, sandwiching you between the duo.

"i'm serious, nothing's wrong with me, i'm okay. i'm just being too emotional right now, i promise i'm alright." you tell the two of them trying to calm their concern.

"y/n. i've known you since i was what? five? i'm not an idiot like sasha, i can tell you're lying."

"huh?" sasha lets out.

"you heard me." connie says to the brunette. sasha huffs.

"you a bigger idiot than me, just saying." she rolls her eyes dramatically.

you couldn't help but laugh. it's crazy to you how they can make you feel better without trying, just by being themselves. connie and sasha stop their bickering and turn to you, their faces softening. they're glad to see you laughing and not being all gloomy.

"look, we're not going to let up about this, i'm not gonna take this bullshit, "nothing's wrong with me, i'm okay" excuse," connie tells you mimicking a girly voice as he recites your own words to you.

"why don't we go get breakfast and talk it over, you need a change of environment, this one's too depressing right now." sasha proposes. you hesitate but nod your head. you know they won't leave you alone about it, so you might as well go and explain everything to them.

"yeah—let's take my car." you say getting up from your spot on the couch. connie and sasha nod and the two of them go and grab their wallets.

shit, mine is in eren and i's room...

"hey sasha, do you think you could drive? i have a massive headache from crying and am too tired to walk upstairs to grab my wallet," you tell sasha as you see her walk back out to the living room.

"yeah for sure, i got you." sasha states rubbing you upper back a little. you feel a little bad for lying, but it isn't completely false. you do have a headache and you are tired, but it isn't the reason you don't want to go upstairs.

"y'all ready to go?" connie asks walking down the stairs. you and sasha both nod your heads and the three of you file out of the house.

"where are we going?" you ask them as you get in the backseat of your car. "hm, looks like waffle house. it's closer than any other diner." sasha replies looking at her phone as she buckles her seat belt.

"that bitch better be nasty on the inside and the cook better look like he has three felonies." connie states, reclining his seat a little. "wait, why?" sasha asks as she starts backing out of the driveway and onto the road. "that's how you know the food's gonna be good as fuck." you reply to sasha putting on your seatbelt as well. "oh...i didn't know that." sasha voices as she drives to the near waffle house. after arriving, the three of you promptly make it inside and sit down at a booth. a waitress makes her way over to you.

"hey, y'all ready to order? i also wanna let y'all know wait's gonna be about fifteen minutes, it's rush hour and we got quite of few orders to do before yours." the waitress expresses in a bored tone. the three of you nod and she takes your orders.

"well, a fifteen-minute wait here actually means a thirty-minute wait," connie states quietly once the waitress leaves. "also means the food's going to hit." he chuckles as he crosses his arms on the table. "yeah, the appearance of the place makes it seem so." sasha responds looking around.

"it also gives you time to explain what's going on." connie looks at you, a serious expression settling on his face.

"yeah..it does, huh." you sigh. "basically...this morning, eren and i talked. he started asking me all sorts questions, some of them about jean. like...he went as far as to ask me if jean and i fucked, which was weird as hell. and when i questioned him about it, he told me he wanted to warn me about jean...he explained that he has commitment issues and only likes the chase. in essence, once i give it up he'll leave me—according to what eren at least. he said we'd both be better off not being romantically involved." you pause to choose your next words carefully. you know they're probably already mad at eren, but you don't want to make him look like a complete asshole. although he is, you don't want to jeopardize their friendships with him.

"he also told me that if jean were to date me and break my heart, then that would cause the whole friend group to fall apart. and he doesn't want that. he proceeded to say that he also just doesn't want me with jean since he, you know, doesn't like me." you finish, looking back and forth between the duo.

sasha and connie's jaws are dropped, they can't believe what you just told them.

they're this shocked even though i sugarcoated it...wonder how'd they react to the full version lol.

"yeah...so that's why i was crying," you state looking down at the plastic menu in front of you.

"why would he...think so lowly of jean?...jean would never just hook up with you, he's liked you far too long to do some shit like that, especially at the beach, he respects you too much for all that. he just...wouldn't." sasha exclaims absolutely baffled. unknowingly to her, the comment makes you feel a lot better. it's exactly what jean said the previous night, that he couldn't do that with you at a beach.

"we need to confront eren about this and tell jean." connie says looking at sasha who's nodding her head, their faces showing dead serious expressions.

"that's absolutely not going to happen." you immediately shut them down. you know that would cause chaos to break out in the house.

"yes y/n, we have to. he can't just fucking say shit like that to you. he also shit-talked jean, you two are my best friends i'm not letting it slide. eren's also my best friend, but hell nah, he's wrong for saying all that." connie exclaims, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. sasha nods her head agreeing. you sigh and rub your eyes.

"i know that, but look, we're on a week-long trip right now...i can't afford for fights to break out, it'll ruin the trip for everyone. i don't want that." you explain with mixed emotions. you so badly would love to see the two of them go off on eren and put him in his place, but you know the consequences are just not worth it.

sasha and connie both stay quiet as they think it over in their heads. as much as they want to confront eren, they know your right and reluctantly agree with you.

"okay, we won't say shit to him, but i'm not going to be buddy-buddy with him for a while." sasha states looking elsewhere. connie nods his head in agreement and you let out a sigh of relief.

your phone starts going off in the pocket of your hoodie, startling you. as you take it out, you see that it's a facetime from jean. you furrow your eyebrows at your screen, what could he need right now that he has to facetime you?

"jean's facetiming me right now..." you look up to sasha and connie who both give you a confused look. "it's pretty early, what could he need right now that he's video calling you?" connie questions. "i don't know, guess we're about to find out..." you answer the call and it connects to reveal a worried jean.

"hey, where did you go? what are you doing? are you okay right now?" jean frantically questions. "um, yeah. i'm at waffle house with sasha and connie right now, why?" you question in a confused tone.

"i woke up and walked out the room at the same time as eren, so i asked if you were still asleep and he said you "thankfully weren't," and it rubbed me the wrong way. i started looking for you downstairs and i couldn't find you anywhere. i checked outside and saw your car was gone so i got worried something happened and you decided to leave or something." jean explains now relieved.

before you could say anything connie grabs the phone from out of your hand. "yo jean, come to this waffle house right now, it's the first one that pops up on maps, eren said some fuck shit to y/n, and we need to talk about it." your eyes widen at connie's words.

after hearing connie's words you know jean won't let it slide and will most likely confront eren about it immediately. sasha peers over connie's shoulder and notices jean's face contort into an expression of anger. quickly, she snatches the phone from connie.

"jean, don't say shit to eren. you're just gonna make it worse for y/n, and create an even bigger problem. come to waffle house so we can talk about what we're going to do, i'll order you something to eat, okay?" sasha tells jean trying to alleviate his rising anger. jean stays quiet for a few moments contemplating sasha's words before nodding his head.

"i'll be there in a few minutes." he quickly hangs up the call. you sigh loudly. you're thankful that sasha managed to get jean to not act irrationally, but you know it's going to be hard to get him to not do anything later.

you look up and notice that sasha's calling over the waitress and connie notices your nervous expression. "you good? you look like you've just seen a ghost." connie states studying your features. sasha finishes telling the waitress jean's order and turns to you as well. "why do you look...nervous?" sasha asks.

"i'm nervous to tell jean what happened and in all honesty...i didn't want to tell him," you explain quietly. sasha and connie look at each other with confused expressions before looking back to you. "about telling jean?...y/n, he's your best friend. you tell him everything, why are you nervous now?" connie questions. sasha nods her head waiting for you to answer.

you pull at the sleeves of your hoodie and look elsewhere. "jean and i...are...dating. but in secret. we confessed to each other last night at the beach, we decided to be exclusive, but not publicly due to beef with eren." you tell them turning to look at them again. connie and sasha's faces become pale as they glance at each other again before turning back to you.

"es que...soy pendejo, i fucked up when i told jean cause now-"

"he feels like it's his duty to defend y/n and confront eren..." sasha finishes for connie.

you nod your head and cover your face with your hands, resting your elbows on the table.

"well...he would find out eventually anyway, it'd also be bad for you to start keeping secrets from him not even twenty-four hours after becoming official. secret or not." sasha states trying to make you less anxious. you nod your head as you drop your hands from your face, crossing your arms on the table.

"you're right, just...don't tell him i told you, we didn't talk about when we were going to tell you, he probably wants to be the one to tell you two." you tell the duo, earning nods from them. the three of you hear the door open and you turn to see jean walking in, still in his pjs, and pieces of hair sticking up. in any other situation, you would giggle at his appearance. "woah, bro did you speed here?" connie questions jean at his sudden arrival.

"yeah, so what did eren say?" jean quickly cuts to the chase. you reiterate your sugar-coated version of what eren told you in the early morning to jean. after you finish, jean stares blankly at the table which starts to worry you, connie, and sasha. if anything you expected him to be vocalizing his anger. a minute of silence passes before jean speaks up.

"i feel like killing him." jean states calmly.

"join the club..." connie mutters.

you shake your head, "no jean, it's fine, really." you tell him. "it's not fine y/n, it's fucked up. how do you expect me to sit here and do nothing about it?" jean turns to you with a clearly irritated look.

"i know, but we can't do anything about it unless we want to make things worse and on top of that, ruin the trip for everyone else." you explain quietly to jean, putting your hand on thigh, trying to calm down his anger towards eren. jean looks down from you, shaking his head.

"i just don't want you experiencing shit like that, you don't deserve it." he mutters quietly. you give his thigh a small squeeze before pulling your hand away. you look up at connie and sasha hoping they could say something that could help cheer up jean, but they shake their heads, being at a loss of words themselves.

silence falls upon the four of you. a few minutes pass and the waitress brings you your food and you all begin eating in silence. the tension between all of you is unbearably suffocating. you peer over to jean and notice him just picking at his food taking an occasional bite. under the table, you reach over again, and put your hand on his thigh, gaining his attention. you give him a small tight-lipped smile, non-verbally telling him it's going to be okay. he returns a smile himself and nods his head softly before turning towards connie and sasha.

"y/n and i are dating," he announces boldly, taking a bite of his food like it's nothing.

your jaw drops along with connie and sasha's. "r-really? um, when?" sasha stutters out.

"last night," jean states cooly. you're thankful for jean's sudden announcement because it's the only reason connie and sasha were able to make it seem like they just found out. you turn back towards jean, furrowing your eyebrows. jean glances at you and shrugs, giving you a smile. the tension among you vanishes and jean's intention becomes clear to you, he just wanted to calm the situation down.

"okay, so what are we going to do about eren?" connie questions, taking a bite of his food. everyone stays quiet for a few moments before you speak up. "well, honestly...nothing. for now at least. it's only monday, if we act now, we'd ruin the trip." you reiterate from earlier. you look at each of their faces and notice their looks of contemplation. although they know you're right, they can't help, but want to blow up on eren and put him in his place.

"okay, yeah, we won't do anything, but i'm not talking to him until further notice." sasha states firmly taking a big bite of her waffles. jean nods his head glancing at you. "also, y/n can't stay in that room with eren any longer, she has to switch with someone." jean says looking at sasha and connie. "yeah, but it'd have to be with one of you three. we can't ask anyone else because then we would have to tell them what eren did." you explain.

"well what about hitch?" connie questions. "eren chose to share a room with me instead of hitch, so it's safe to say that if we did that eren would blow up horribly." you reply, picking at your food with a fork. "plus, i really don't want anyone finding out that i'm not sharing the room with eren, if it's one of you, it'd stay hush-hush, you know?" you tell the trio causing them to agree.

"well, it can't be me because, i'm dating niccolo, and i don't think he'd be okay with it. but, maybe niccolo can switch with y/n..?" sasha suggests, looking at you for an answer.

"nah, niccolo would probably say yes, but he doesn't know eren like that. i don't want to put him in an uncomfortable circumstance, you feel me? plus, you and niccolo have the downstairs room, everyone will notice if he starts going upstairs and y/n downstairs to sleep." connie replies shaking his head.

"so it's either connie or...me." jean sighs. you and sasha nod your heads slowly, knowing that it's a tough choice. connie is like your brother and is probably equally as angry as jean about the whole thing. jean on the other hand, is your best friend and now, your boyfriend. he loathes eren, and sharing a room with him probably sounds like hell to him.

"i'll do it." jean states softly. you along with sasha and connie snap your head towards him.

"no." the three of you firmly say simultaneously. jean looks up with wide eyes at the three of you, "why not?" he questions. "you'd immediately start fighting eren. plus, considering the type of guy eren is, he'd probably try to talk shit to make you mad. there's no way a fight wouldn't happen." sasha explains, making you and connie nod your heads.

"it's better if i switch with y/n. eren wouldn't dare to say shit about her to me, he knows she's family, and that i don't play around when it comes to her. i probably have better chances at controlling my anger around him compared to you." connie points at jean.

after agreeing to the room switch, the four of you finish eating and get ready to go back to the house.

"yo connie, you drive y/n's car back to the house with sasha, she's coming with me." jean grabs your car keys from your hand throwing them at connie. "yeah sure, but why?" connie asks, catching the keys.

"we're gonna take a small detour, and drive around a bit, eren's up right now, and honestly, i don't want to see him right now, and i doubt y/n does either." jean turns to you for an answer. you shake your head, "yeah, i'd rather not see him right now." you state.

after saying your goodbyes, you and jean go to his car and leave.

"how are you feeling?" you look over jean. his face is emotionless as he drives aimlessly. you hear him sigh, "i don't know honestly, i just don't understand why eren's like this. it's just so childish and stupid." jean explains. you nod your head understandingly, you stay quiet not knowing how to answer him. there's a few minutes of silence.

"there is one thing i'm happy about."

you look over at jean with your eyebrows furrowed, seeing a bright smile on his face. "what?" you ask. he glances over swiftly, "you're going to be sleeping with me the rest of the trip." jean smirks, looking back at the road.

you narrow your eyes at him, "what do you mean by that kirstein?"

jean looks over again, scanning your figure before looking back at the road. "nothing really, just means we're going to finish what was started at the beach last night." he calmly replies. you feel the heat rush up to your face and pool down in between your legs.

dear god.

"bruh, shut up." you cover your face turning away from him. you hear him chuckle at your reaction. "oh cmon, why are you hiding your face, let me see that expression." jean teases, putting his hand on your thigh. you feel your body heat rise even more. "jean shut up, you know what you're doing." you let out, voice a little shaky. "i'm not doing anything." jean replies innocently, rubbing his hand against your thigh and giving it a light squeeze. "yes you are." you breathe out softly. jean chuckles lightly at your tremulous state, he really can't wait to have you later. he gives your thigh one last squeeze before pulling away. "i like seeing you like that." he smiles, you can't see it, but you hear it in his voice. "yeah, yeah, whatever." you reply, uncovering your face and looking out ahead of you.

i didn't ask you to stop though...

"let's head home, it looks like it's going to rain pretty badly soon." jean states looking towards the grey sky. you nod your head, "yeah, everyone must be wondering where we're at by now," you tell him as you check the time. it's almost 9:15, you imagine everyone to be awake by now. jean nods his head, and the rest of the ride back is spent in comfortable silence.

once you arrive, you notice that everyone's awake. yeah, that's what i thought. "hey, where were you? sasha and connie said that y'all went out to eat together, but why did you and jean arrive later than them?" historia asks you from her seat on the couch.

"we took a detour, and drove around a bit before coming back." jean answers, walking over to sit on the couch. "is that really all you two did? i bet y'all probably fuck-" ymir's mouth is covered by historia's hand. "i'll break up with you if you finish that sentence." she deadpans causing you and jean to laugh. she removes her hand.

"yeah, hope y'all had a nice drive." ymir smiles sheepishly.

"good morning y/n! you're back, where were you? sasha told us you, her, connie, and jean went out to eat, but the four of you didn't come back together." armin asks you as he makes his way down the stairs, mikasa trailing behind him. you smile, "hey armin, yeah, jean and i just drove around a bit before coming back." you reply to him. "hi y/n, i missed you." mikasa states as she hugs you, resting her head on your shoulder. "hi mikasa, i missed you too." you giggle at mikasa's actions. "please hang out with me today, whatever we do today, just hang out with me at some point." mikasa mutters as she continues to hug you. you nod your head, "for sure."

"actually, jean, what's the plan for today?" armin turns to jean who's on the couch. jean looks up from his phone, "i'm checking the weather app right now and it looks like we're going to be staying in. app says it's going to thunderstorm all day, and it floods in this area so." he replies to armin. "yeah and it looked like it was about to start pouring while we were driving back." you tell armin, breaking free from mikasa's strong grip. he nods his head and turns to fully face you. "i wanted to ask, are you okay? did anything happen between you and eren last night? or this morning?" he quietly questions, mikasa nods her head as well. "yeah, how was your first night rooming with eren?" mikasa questions you.

you feel bad lying to the two of them, but if you tell them what eren said, they'd immediately confront him about it. "it was fine, a bit awkward, but we just didn't talk to each other, to be honest." you tell them, shrugging your shoulders. mikasa and armin share a glance before looking back at you.

they don't believe you, they've only known you for a relatively short time, but they could tell you're lying. only because your eyes are still a bit puffy and glossy. "okay good, glad to know it went well, but let us know if he tries some shit, okay?" mikasa tells you firmly. you nod your head, giving them the best smile you could muster, and quickly excusing yourself from them. you truly feel bad that you can't be honest with them.

you walk over to where jean is sitting on the couch and sit down next to him. "hi jean." you smile at him, using a cheery tone. "hi y/n" jean smiles back, matching your tone. "i'm bored." you tell jean peeking around the room. to your left, you have ymir and historia who are absolutely immersed in conversation; to your right you catch niccolo and sasha laughing about something on sasha's phone.

everyone else seemed to be in the kitchen or dining room, probably eating breakfast. "are you okay?" you turn your attention back to jean who seems concerned. "yeah, i'm good." you reply shortly, giving him a tight-lipped smile. jean squints his eyes at you, "yeah, right. for real, what's up?" jean asks, scooting closer to you. he lifts his arm and puts it behind you, lightly scratching your back. "it's just everything, it's eating at my brain." you reply quietly, making sure no one else can hear.

"are you sure? seems like something else is bothering you." jean states looking at you directly in the eyes. "why do you say that?" you question furrowing your eyebrows. "i don't know, my intuition is telling me there's something else." he replies. wow, that's kinda freaky.

you shake your head. "i swear it's just this eren situation." you assure as best as you can. jean stares at you for a few moments longer before nodding his head and accepting your answer. he still can't help but feel like there's something else bothering you.

"do you want to go-"

"yo jean, what are we doing today man?" connie bursts into the living room, interrupting jean. you and jean snap your heads towards him. jean goes to answer, but sasha beats him to it. "nah, the weather's gonna be pretty bad all day, so we're staying in." she replies, showing him the weather app on her phone. "okay cool, i'll let everyone else know in the kitchen and dining room, they were wondering." he states, leaving to the kitchen.

"like i was saying, do you want to go start packing your stuff? i'll send a text to connie and tell him to start doing the same as soon as he can." jean looks at you. nodding your head, the two of you get up from your spots and head up to your room. "wait—what if eren's upstairs?" you stop in the middle of the stairs. "he's not, saw him walk outside with a bowl of cereal when you were talking to mikasa and armin." jean replies, putting his hand on your lower back to guide you up the stairs.

- eren's pov

eren hears the backdoor open. he turns his head to see mikasa and armin with serious expressions on their faces. he turns his head back and eats a spoonful of cereal, looking towards the bleak sky.

mikasa and armin walk in front of him, blocking his view, and forcing him to look at them.

"what did you do or say to y/n?" mikasa calmly asks, cutting straight to the point. eren eats some more cereal, shaking his head, "i didn't do shit to her." he responds coldly.

"okay, what did you say? cause there's no fucking way you didn't say something." armin states, giving eren a cold glare. eren rolls his eyes, putting his bowl of cereal down on the table. "do you guys think that lowly of me? you're just assuming that i said something mean to her." eren scoffs, looking elsewhere. "nah, we know you did." mikasa states.

eren looks at mikasa with the iciest look. "fuck off, i did not." eren spits out. he leans back into his chair and closes his eyes, mikasa and armin's presence are starting to piss him off.

"this is hell." armin lets out as he rubs his face harshly. "tell me about it." eren sarcastically mutters.

"y/n's eyes are still puffy and slightly glossed over. she obviously cried earlier due to something, and you're the only person who would want to make her cry." armin states causing eren's heart to drop a little.

i fucked up, i fucked up, i fucked up, i fucked up.

"eren, i'm literally fucking tired of you and your shit. i don't want to play this cat and mouse game with you, i know you said something to her so just tell us." armin demands in a firm tone.

eren can tell that he's pushing armin's buttons. although armin isn't a physical fighter, he knows that the dude can easily wound with his words.

"she looks distraught, and it's not just her that you've affected. jean, connie, and sasha seem extremely concerned about her. and knowing y/n, i bet she didn't even tell them what you said so they don't get mad at you. she's probably saving your ass even though she shouldn't be." mikasa raises her voice, becoming impatient with him. eren's scowl is long gone, his face now pale and eyes slightly wide.

"did she really cry?" eren asks softly, looking up at armin and mikasa. the blonde rolls his eyes. "did you even listen to us? yeah she did dipshit, now tell us what you said." armin exclaims, clearly irritated.

eren sighs deeply, closing his eyes. he knows they're not going to let up about this. "i fucked up." he whispers, loud enough for the duo in front of him to hear. eren rubs his eyes with his hands, letting them drop to his lap after.

"basically...i told her she shouldn't date jean. i told her that he gets bored of girls quickly, and will leave her once he doesn't find her exciting. i explained that she'd be better off without him." eren takes a deep breath. "but, i also told her that i don't think she's worth jean's time, that she's not on his level, and that...she's basically the worst for him. i said other things, but i know that the most severe of it all." eren states, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

eren looks up to armin and mikasa and sees the most straight, but angry expressions he's ever seen them produce.

"you need to apologize now." mikasa calmly states, looking directly into eren's eyes. "i don't care what you think of y/n, as long as she's my friend, she's not going anywhere." mikasa continues, narrowing her eyes at the brunette.

"mikasa and i aren't going to talk to you until you apologize to y/n, we don't care how you feel. you need to fucking get over yourself, you're a...man-child." armin utters coldly.

"y/n hasn't done a thing to you, treating her with basic decency doesn't cost you anything. why can't you just do it? it pisses me off how hell-bent you are on getting her out of our friend group when no one wants that. you're the only one. i just—i don't understand. why do you hate her so much?" armin questions eren. he's asked eren a thousand times before, and eren has always brushed him off, but it's gotten too far at this point, he needs to know.

"eren, please tell us. why do you want y/n out so bad?' mikasa presses, scanning eren's face as she waits for an answer.

"i...i don't want another floch situation..." eren admits. mikasa sighs loudly, a singular chuckle following. armin scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"what a fucking dumbass." armin laughs dryly. "you can't possibly be comparing y/n to...floch..." mikasa states quietly, shocked at eren's reasoning.

"if y/n is anything like floch, i promise you, connie, jean, or sasha would've noticed that she's a bad person by now. they've known her for years," armin tells eren, looking at him stupid.

"looks can be deceiving." eren responds softly. armin sighs.

"you're right eren, looks can be deceiving. but i'd like to reiterate to you that jean, connie, and sasha have known y/n for years. connie has known her since she moved here from her country. he's grown up with her, lived with her, and now lives with her again. i highly doubt y/n has been deceiving him all these years. if anything he would know more than anyone if she's a bad person or not. he wouldn't speak of her so highly or introduce her to us if he thought she was in any way." armin explains to eren.

eren shakes his head and lets out a sigh. "you just wouldn't understand, you don't know what it was like when the floch stuff happened so of course, you wouldn't understand why i act like this now." eren states looking down at the ground.

mikasa shakes her head at eren's stubbornness, "look, i'm not going to continue this conversation since you're refusing to understand. you know what you need to do, don't talk to me or armin until you do what you were told." mikasa says lastly, armin nodding in agreement. the two of them depart, leaving eren alone, on the patio.

eren looks to towards the table. "my cereal's soggy now."

he rubs his face and leans back into the patio chair. eren hates the fact that he feels bad for you. he should be happy that you're hurting, but he isn't. he knows he dislikes you so why does he...feel bad?

this is confusing me...

eren gets up and grabs his bowl of cereal. he makes his way to the kitchen putting the bowl in the sink. he begins to look for you, but you're not in the kitchen, dining room, or living room; so he assumes you're in the bedroom. he starts making his way upstairs, as he walks closer to the room he hears talking, followed by your laughter.

he pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath before opening the door and walking in.

- y/n's pov

"connie is across the hall packing." jean tells you as you pack your clothes into your suitcase. you nod your head. you packed everything of yours from the bathroom and the dresser. now, you're packing the clothing you hung in the closet.

"so y/n, how did you and eren even begin talking this morning? like, did he wake you up or something?" jean asks locking his phone and putting it on a small table beside him. you freeze for a second. you're tempted to lie to him and just say eren waited until you woke up, but lying to him a day after making your relationship official would make you feel bad, just like sasha stated earlier. you put down the shirt you're holding and turn to face jean.

"actually, i didn't...really sleep here last night. after you went to bed, i came in here and just grabbed my stuff real quick to go sleep on the downstairs couch. i woke up before sunrise to come put my stuff back in the room so no one could find out i was asleep, i thought eren would be asleep so i didn't worry about him, but i was wrong. he confronted me then basically." you confess. you look at jean to see the most boring expression you've ever seen him make.

"why did you choose to sleep on that uncomfortable ass couch instead of this bed?" jean questions you. you sigh. "look, one: eren was extremely pissed at me yesterday, we got back late yesterday, and he was already asleep when i came in here. i was afraid of waking him trying to get into bed. he would've lost it and started a fight right then and there. and two: i don't like eren, that's true, but honestly, if someone woke me up trying to get into bed, i would be pissed too, especially if it's midnight. i did it out of human decency." you explain to jean. he nods his head understandingly, his mouth making an o shape.

"eren would go ballistic, to be honest, he needs his beauty sleep so he's not grumpy the next day i guess." jean states. "not that it helps."

you laugh at his comment, causing to jean laugh along. the door suddenly opens, revealing eren. he walks in and notices jean first. he nods his head towards him, nonverbally greeting him. jean returns the motion, his face void of any emotion. an uncomfortable silence engulfs the three of you.

"so, um—can i speak to y/n?" eren asks, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. you nod your head and wait for him to continue. he turns to jean and back to you. "do you think it could...be just you and i?" eren asks you. jean turns to you and you hesitate for a moment before nodding your head slowly. jean gets up from the chair, grabbing his phone. "i'll be across the hall with connie." he tells you before exiting, closing the door behind him.

"so what do you need?" your eyes are glued to the ground by his feet. something about looking at him in the eyes makes you uneasy. eren notices how you refuse to make eye contact, he feels his chest become heavy. he didn't think his words were going to have this much of an effect on you. he looks beside you and notices the open suitcase on the floor. his eyebrows furrow. "what...are you doing?" he points at the suitcase on the floor. he notices another bag on the bed.

"i'm switching rooms," you reply shortly, still not looking at him. his face contorts a little. "why?" he questions, a little shocked. your expression changes into one of confusion. you look up at him giving him the "are you fucking stupid" look. "why do you think?" you question coldly, turning back towards the bed to continue packing.

"because of this morning? look-" eren starts, but is interrupted by you. "honestly, please don't say anything, especially if it's anything like what you said this morning. let me just finish this packing so i can leave. promise you i'll try my best to not be visible to you after this." you tell eren, trying to get him to leave immediately. eren sighs.

"i'm trying to apologize for this morning." he replies softly. you turn to face him, your eyebrows deeply furrowed.

eren's apologizing?..

"look, i'm sorry for the way i treated you this morning. from now on, i'll leave you alone and not treat you poorly." eren states. you narrow your eyes at him. you can tell it's not sincere. you nod your head slowly.

"as long as you don't talk or look at me we're good, i won't talk or look at you either." eren continues, "do we have a deal?" he asks, looking at you dead in the eyes. you think about it for a few moments. "i don't accept your apology, but i agree to your proposal." you reply simply, returning to your packing.

eren's taken back by your response, "you don't accept my apology?" eren questions. you shake your head. "nope."

eren is baffled by how unbothered you're acting. "if you're done here, can you please leave, i'm almost done packing, connie will be your roommate from now on." you put some shirts into your suitcase. eren shakes his head slightly, a perplexed expression written all over his face. "why though?" eren presses, ignoring your previous statement. you sigh.

"eren, i don't have to accept your apology if i don't want to, and it doesn't even seem completely sincere. don't apologize for something you don't truly feel bad about. honestly, i'd rather you insult me than give me a half-assed apology." you state putting the last of your clothing into the suitcase. eren sighs.

"i don't know why i let mikasa and armin make me put up with this shit..." eren mutters, rubbing his face with both of his hands. your head jerks slightly at his words.

"you're apologizing cause mikasa and armin told you to..." you reiterate. you close your suitcase and start zipping it up. "yeah, why?" eren questions, his tone laced with irritation. "more reason for me to not accept your apology." you scoff, laughing a little.

"look eren, just—just leave me alone, okay? let's just act like we don't exist to each other. problem solved. i'm leaving now." you state, grabbing your luggage, and beginning to leave. "wait-" eren starts.

"i don't exist to youuu," you say in a sing-song tone, closing the door behind you.

eren is left standing there, baffled.

"hey," you greet as you walk into your new, shared with jean, room. both connie and jean's heads shoot towards the door where you're standing. you walk in with your luggage, shutting the door quickly. jean is sitting on the bed while connie stands in front of him. you put your bag next to your suitcase and make your way over to jean, plopping down next to him on the bed. you let out an exaggerated sigh, connie and jean share a glance.

"so how did it go with eren?" connie speaks up. you look up at him and roll your eyes as your mind replays the conversation you just had with eren. "he basically tried to apologize." you sum up eren's intention. "it was a really half-assed one and i didn't accept it."

connie scoffs with hollow laughter following, "eren? apologizing?" connie's eyebrows raise slightly in disbelief. you nod your head. "i swear," you tell him. connie shakes his head. "never thought i'd hear someone tell me eren jaeger...apologized to them. dude's way too prideful for that shit."

you shrug your shoulders, "well, it's not like he did it because he felt bad, he told me he did it because mikasa and armin made him do it." you explain to connie. jean and connie nod their heads at your explanation, "now that makes much more sense." jean chuckles causing you to let out a nose exhale. "yeah, but he also proposed an idea to me." you begin, leaning back and using your hands to support your upper body.

"we'll just act like we don't exist to each other. that way, we don't fight anymore and create issues." you tell jean and connie. "did you agree to it?" jean looks to his side where you're at.

"duh, it's the best idea his dumbass has probably ever come up with." you laugh causing the duo to laugh as well. "that's true." connie states still laughing.

the laughter amongst you calms and connie begins to grab his bag and suitcase. "i'm gonna go drop my stuff off real quick, i'll be back." connie leaves, closing the door behind him.

"well, that convo between you and eren went better than expected huh?" jean speaks up. you retract your arms, sitting upright again. "yeah, to be honest. it really could've been worse." you state nodding your head. "i'm thankful it wasn't." you whisper loud enough for jean to hear, he nods his head in agreement. the door opens again and connie walks back in.

"looks like eren's downstairs now. he isn't in the room anymore." connie tells you and jean. "y'all wanna go downstairs with me, or are y'all gonna stay here?" connie questions looking back and forth between you and jean. you look at jean and wait for his response. he shrugs, "it's up to you, i go where you go, but personally i do kinda wanna stay up here. "we got back late last night, i didn't get much sleep, and i woke up early today. this eren stuff has tired me out too." jean yawns stretching his arms in front if him. you nod your head in agreement.

"yeah, i wanna stay up here too, i'm tired from...well, everything. i still have a bit of a headache too, being down there with everybody will probably only make it worse, and i'm just not up for all that human interaction right now." you chuckle. connie nods his head understandingly, he knows you must be really stressed right now. jean too, just not as much.

"that's fine, it's a rainy day anyways, perfect for staying in bed all day. if anyone asks i'll just tell them y'all got very little sleep last night and decided to stay in your room." connie states, walking to the door to leave. "yeah, that's fine, just make sure to not tell anyone we switched rooms, also tell eren to not say shit either, especially to mikasa or armin." you remind connie. he nods his head, giving you a thumbs up before leaving.

"i didn't know you struggled to sleep last night." you turn to jean once connie's gone. jean nods his head, "i felt ecstatic last night, i just couldn't sleep." jean smiles. you turn your head away to hide your smile from him. "shut up."

jean lets out a laugh at your reaction. "apart from that, i also showered before i headed to bed. so i guess that caused my sleep struggle as well," jean shrugs. you nod, now facing forward.

"i think i'm gonna take a shower now that you mentioned that." you state getting up and walking to your suitcase. jean sucks his teeth loudly. "nah, just come lay down with me, you can shower later." jean exclaims as he watches you pull out a towel and some clothes.

"i can lay with you after, i'm not going to be too long, i washed my hair last night, i'm just washing my body." you respond, locking the bedroom door before turning to him. "also—only if you have an extra, can i borrow one of your shirts?" you ask. jean rolls his eyes at your dismissal of the conversation. "yeah, i got you, but why? did you not bring any?" jean furrows his eyebrows slightly, walking over and grabbing one from the closet.

"i did, but yours are bigger and smell nice, so i want one." you snatch the shirt from his grip, turning around quickly, and walking into the bathroom. jean smiles at your response and lets out a laugh as you shut the door, locking it.

after your shower, you change into jean's tee, and some cotton shorts. you look at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom and laugh quietly at how big his shirt looks on you. it's a plain black t-shirt that looks like a dress, reaching down to about mid-thigh on you.

i can't be surprised...dude's like a skyscraper.

you walk back into the room to find jean asleep on the bed, his mouth slightly agape, and his chest rising and falling slowly. he's knocked out cold.

you put your dirty clothes away and grab a pair of crew socks from your suitcase, putting them on. you then grab the deodorant from your bag and apply it along with some lotion on your arms and legs. you quietly put everything away after you're done, making your way over to the bed. carefully, you climb onto it trying not to wake him.

sitting on your calves you watch as jean sleeps. "jean, wake up." you whisper, rubbing his chest softly with your left hand. it takes a little bit, but jean stirs, opening up his eyes. you smile at his sluggish state. "you knocked out quick, i was in the shower for only fifteen minutes." you laugh quietly as you continue to rub his chest. "mhm.." jean lets out, finding comfort in how you're rubbing his chest.

"c'mere." he stretches his left arm out, signaling for you to lay down. you abide and lay on your side with your head on his chest, putting your hand on his stomach. his long arm wraps around you, hand resting on your hip. he lifts his right arm up, putting it behind his head, resting on it. using his thumb, his left hand begins to rub circles on your hip. you continue to rub your hand on his stomach.

the two of you lay in silence, absolutely content in each other's presence. "what are you thinking about?" jean speaks up in a drowsy tone. he adjusts himself, pushing you closer to his body. "I'm not really thinking about anything, i'm just…happy right now." you respond, focused on tracing random things on his stomach.

"did you just write my name with a heart on my stomach?" jean asks. "it's a possibility..." you respond quietly making him laugh. you giggle as well, going back to just rubbing.

silence engulfs the two of you again, a comfortable one, but as the minutes pass, tension begins to rise between the two of you. as you rub jean's stomach, you slowly move your hand downward, letting it rub on his lower abdomen. jean's heart rate begins to pick up in his chest and his breathing becomes more labored. jean believes that you don't know what you're doing to him, but you do. subconsciously, he begins to squeeze the fat of your hip, which lets you know he wants you to go further. but you want to tease him. just a little.

payback.

you move your hand a little lower, brushing over the waistband of his sweats. you hear him suck in a short and strained breath through his nose, gripping your hip harshly. you swallow hard as you begin to notice the growing bulge in his sweats.

up until now, you were being bold, teasing him a little, but seeing the dick print in his pants made your stomach turn with nervousness, but also excitement. you've slept with guys before, but this is your first time taking the lead and initiating. your heart is pounding against your chest as you continue to rub jean's lower abdomen, occasionally, sliding your fingers under the waistband.

"don't—don't tease me like that," jean breathes out in a low voice. he feels pathetic as he speaks, but he can't help it, you're driving him insane with your touch. "what are you talking about? i'm not doing anything." you respond innocently. you push two of your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and begin to slide them to the left and right. jean's hand moves further down grabbing a fistful of your ass, kneading it roughly. "don't play dumb, you know what you're doing." he lets out shakily. you smile to yourself and lift your fingers a little, pulling them out, and letting the waistband slap jean's skin.

he lets out a tiny gasp at the impact. quickly, you move your hand down and begin massaging him through his sweats, causing him to whimper and jerk his hips up.

"fuck—please, y/n..." jean whines, causing heat to rush down in between your thighs. "what jean? what do you want?" you question, lifting yourself up to look at him. his face is flush, mouth agape, and shaky pants leave his mouth. you never thought you'd ever see jean like this.

"you know what i want." jean tells you, making direct eye contact with you. "no—no, i don't." you reply, glancing at his lips. jean removes his hand from behind his head and grabs your face, inching it closer to his. your hand is stilled on his bulge, but you can feel jean jerking his dick into your hand, finding as much relief as he can. his lips are a few centimeters away from yours and you can feel his breath fan across your face due to his panting, he's desperate for you. i love seeing him this way.

"what do you...want me to do?" you ask, voice wavering a little. you've never been this forward or dominant, it's nerve-wracking. jean removes his hand from your face and puts it on top of yours, guiding you in jerking him off through his sweats. he drops his head onto your shoulder and lets out a small moan. your breath hitches at the sound causing you to rub your thighs together, attempting to create friction and relieve all the built-up arousal. jean notices this and without warning, he moves you so you're straddling his waist. he sits up and leans back against the wall, both of his hands on your hips.

sitting directly on top of his hard dick, you can feel him pulsate against you causing you to squirm a little.

"t-that feels good." jean hisses at the movement, slightly rocking your hips against his, pleasuring both of you. a moan leaves your lips as you finally getting the relief you've been wanting. putting your hands on his chest you begin to grind yourself against him, letting out another moan in the process.

"jean—ah," you moan out, jean groans in response. his hand massages the meat of your thighs as he watches you get off on top of him. the view is breathtaking.

“yeah…keep, just like that—against my dick…” jean whispers, semi-coherent.

he brings one of his hands to the back of your neck, pushing it towards him, catching your lips with his. it's a short kiss, but after he pulls away he quickly goes in for another, over and over again. he bucks his hips into yours causing you to moan into his mouth. jean takes this opportunity to slip his tongue in. dragging his hand from the back of your neck to the front, he chokes you slightly. you feel your panties slick up even more at the action.

letting out another moan, you grind yourself harder. jean pulls away from you letting out a moan himself, bucking his hips up against you involuntarily.

"jean, please, i want–i want more," you tell him, voice ragged. understanding what you mean, he swiftly maneuvers your bodies so you're lying beneath him. jean leans down, taking your lips with his once again, moving slowly against them. he uses his left forearm to hold himself up, allowing the other one to roam your torso as he kisses you. he begins to shift his body down, releasing your lips and attaching his to your neck. he leaves small, open-mouth kisses all over your neck, before continuing down your body.

he kisses your chest through the t-shirt you wear. stopping, he looks up at you, making eye contact.

"can i take this off?" he softly asks, permitting his hand to slip under it a little. you contemplate for a moment at his request, a nervous expression plastered on your face. although you've been with other guys and you know jean would never make fun of your body, the thought of being that…bare in front of someone scared the living fuck out of you.

"i—i prefer not to if that's okay with you," you reply, your voice small. jean nods, giving you smile, assuring you it's fine. he continues down, kissing your body until he finally makes it to where you want him most. he sits up on his knees in front of you, bringing both of his hands to the sides of your waist, hooking the waistband of your shorts with his fingers.

"can i?" he asks looking at you. you nod your head vigorously and he doesn't waste a moment, dragging both your shorts and panties down. you lift your legs allowing him to remove them completely before he throws them somewhere on the floor. your knees immediately come together at the loss of clothing, feeling a bit insecure.

"don't go getting shy on me now." jean smiles grabbing your knees with both of his hands.

"shut up." you let out softly, feeling embarrassed. you bring your arm up to your face, using your forearm to cover your embarrassed expression. jean begins to separate your legs in a painfully slow manner that fuels your humiliation, his hands sliding from your knees to your inner thighs.

jean takes a few moments to scan your body. he takes mental pictures. never wanting to forget this. he moves his hands to the back of your knees, getting a better grip before dipping back down. you feel him begin to leave kisses on your inner thighs, nipping at the skin with his teeth. you let out quiet gasps and whimpers at the feeling of his lips against your sensitive skin. he takes his sweet time, loving every noise he pulls out of you.

"jean—please..." you breathe out. you remove your arm from your face and use your elbows to prop yourself up to look down at him. jean gives your inner thigh one last kiss before shifting himself up to be closer to your face, you meet him halfway by sitting up a little. although, you found it a bit difficult with jean holding your legs apart, your knees against your chest. he kisses you with fervor, making it hard for you to keep with him.

as he kisses you, jean lets one of his hands move down your inner thigh, putting his thumb on your clit and circling it slowly. you whimper into his mouth, squirming due to his touch. jean takes this as a sign to pick up the pace.

he pulls away from you to look at your face as it contorts from the pleasure he's causing you. "you like that?" he breathes out as he watches your jaw drop slightly and your eyes squeeze shut. jean isn't doing much, but due to the built-up tension you had, the slightest touch has you falling apart. you moan in response, causing him to chuckle.

"do me a favor." he whispers, his face coming closer until his nose is brushing against yours. "hm?" you reply, still lost in his touch. "give me…some of your spit," he states.

before you could process his words, let alone ask why, he kisses you in a rough and sloppy manner. you kiss back immediately, abiding to his request. he pulls away from you and a long string of spit connects both of your lips. he breaks it by lowering himself between your thighs.

you feel him leave a very wet kiss on your clit before spitting on it, causing you to let out a loud gasp. jean proceeds to lick the arousal that accumulated at your entrance all the way up to your clit, harshly sucking on it.

"jean, oh—" you moan as jean begins his attack on your clit with his tongue. loud moans fall from your mouth, but you quickly cover it with your hand, afraid that someone could hear. your free hand makes its way down, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

noticing your sudden quietness, jean pulls away for a moment to look up at you. he moves his arm up removing your hand from your mouth. "nah, don't cover your mouth, i wanna hear all the pretty noises you make."

without breaking eye contact, jean returns to pleasuring you, making a moan escape your mouth.

your hand grips his hair, tugging at the root and causing him to let out a groan against your clit. the vibration sends a shiver up your body. a really pleasurable one. pressure begins to build in your lower stomach, the muscles tightening up. you know you're so close. if you weren’t high on pleasure, you would be so embarrassed at how quickly you’re getting to your orgasm.

you don't know if it’s your feelings for jean heightening your sensitivity, but you've also never gotten off from head only. your past partners always had to use their fingers as well to get you to cum, but jean is managing with his mouth only. it’s shocking.

"jean...i'm—i'm so close..." you shakily moan out, gripping his hair tighter, jean lets out a deep groan against you. the hair-pulling, your voice, and your moans are driving him crazy. and his dick is painfully hard from it.

without warning, jean plunges his pointer and middle finger into your opening causing electricity to course through your entire body. your back arches as you let out loud moans.

“p-lease…” you let out.

the moment your sounds enter jean's ears, it travels through his body and straight to his dick. he feels it twitch in his boxers. the hold on his hair becomes even tighter, and jean feels you push his head against yourself even more. you start to grind yourself against his mouth, moving jean’s head in an up and down motion as well. the moans spill out your mouth with no hesitation. you could care less who could hear at this point. you're on a high you've never experienced before, all coherent thoughts are vacant in your brain.

the only thing you can think about is jean. and how good he's making you feel as he lets you fuck his face.

"jean, oh my—god you’re…you're doing so good," you say brokenly, in-between moans.

jean's brain is in chaos, he's never been in any submissive position with a girl. he’s always believed himself to be someone who's only dominant, but you—you’re changing that. the way you're fucking yourself against his tongue, praising him, using him, it's making jean experience a new type of pleasure.

he's always been in charge in sexual situations, he's always been the one to praise, but being on the other end for once, makes him realize that he wants it to be like this more from now on.

wanting to hear you praise him more, jean speeds up his fingers, curving them, and thrusting them as deep as he can, until his fingers can't go further.

loud moans and incoherent words leave your mouth as you feel the pressure in your lower stomach begin to loosen up. your body becomes shaky as pleasure surges through you, your back arching even more.

a few moments pass and your body stills. you're not moving your hips or jean's head as you cum, but jean doesn't stop his tongue or his fingers. he continues to lick at your clit and thrust his fingers, wanting you to have the most out of your orgasm, and you do. you really do.

your body begins to twitch as you start to come down from high. jean notices this and slows his tongue and fingers as you start to settle down, eventually, coming to a stop. you let out small moans, shaky breaths, and occasional hiccups as your body experiences the after-shocks from your orgasm.

jean slowly pulls out his fingers, watching as your liquids leave your entrance and glisten on his fingers and knuckles.

"you did...so, good for me," you breathe out, shutting your eyes. fatigue is beginning to settle within you.

jean smiles at your words. he licks your juices off his fingers before shifting up again, so his face is right in front of yours. sensing him in front of you, you open your eyes to look at him. his eyes are staring directly into yours, his pupils blown out, filled with nothing but lust and affection.

you notice your fingers are still tangled in his hair, but instead of retracting your hand, you begin to massage his scalp.

"i might have gotten a little carried away…sorry if i pulled too hard." you softly say, your breathing now leveled. your body still trembles, with the occasional shiver running up your spine.

"don't worry about it, i...i liked it." jean replies, his tone laced with slight embarrassment. you giggle at his awkwardness. "okay, i'll keep that in mind for next time."

jean smiles and leans down to kiss you, it's not heated or rushed, instead, it's soft and careful. you melt into the kiss. you untangle your fingers from his hair and slide your hand down to cup his cheek. jean's free hand rubs the side of your torso, it isn't erratic or rough, but in a soothing manner. jean can still feel your body tremble, a post-orgasm consequence, and this is his attempt to calm you down.

he pulls away from the kiss, leaning his head against your forehead. "you should rest." he states calmly, his hand still massaging your side. your eyebrows furrow slightly.

"but...but what about you? it's your turn." you respond looking directly into his eyes. jean lifts his head a bit, shaking it slightly. "no, you're tired and need rest, don't worry about me." he assures you. jean can tell you're moments away from falling asleep, he's not selfish enough to keep you awake for his own pleasure.

"jean, i can feel your ‘hard as fuck’ dick against my thigh." you deadpan.

"i can't just leave you like this."

jean shakes his head removing himself from in-between your legs and from the bed. he walks over to the bathroom and grabs the pack of baby wipes he has, along with a single pair of underwear from your suitcase.

"y/n, i'm fine. you did enough for me, trust me. just cause i didn't bust a nut, doesn't mean i didn't experience any pleasure." jean laughs as he wipes your inner thighs down.

"plus, i'm going to be sharing this room with you for the rest of the week, i can fuck you stupid at any given moment later. as long as you allow me to." jean states after he successfully helps you with putting on your underwear.

you smile at his words, nodding your head. as much as you want to make him feel good, you really are exhausted from everything that has happened since last night.

jean leaves to the bathroom for a few minutes and comes out shirtless, with new pajama bottoms. crawling into bed, jean grabs you, pulling you close to his body. you don't talk at all, the two of you are way too tired to. within minutes, the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

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AHHH. corny ass ending bruh LOL.

anyways heyy, i just finished editing, and i just want to say. i’m ver proud of myself. i uploaded my last chapter on june 6th and now i’m updating this one on the 5th. i didn’t procrastinate this time!!! i did a monthly update. i’m going to try to post another one before the end of the month tho, because i want to post at least two chapters before school starts again. i also want to post the first chapter of my jean x latina!reader before school starts.

i’m going to be working on that next, the outline i mean, and hopefully, i can have it posted by the end of the month as well.

i wasn’t planning to start my jean fit until way later, but people really want it…more than this eren fic LMFAO.

anyways, sorry for any typos, grammar, punctuation errors! i do revise my chapters, but i always revise them at 2am when my brain is running on zero. so there’s bound to be a mistake i missed.

thank you for the reads, please vote, reblog, like, leave kudos, etc! i appreciate it. <3

what is your favorite part about this chapter?

- daysi ♡

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moon-sparks-system · 1 year

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Greetings Earthlings & aliens alike !

We are the Moon Sparks, live from our Moon-centric system ! Kinda confused ? New around here ? Here's a few things to know (if I don't get lost into rambling again...) !

✪ Who will use this account ?

Well, members of the Moon Sparks system ! We figured out it could be nice for the whole system to get a sideblog instead of making a blog for each member as not everyone is as chronically online as the host-host, me, Léa/Léo/Kevin (also going by "Moon" to a few members). I guess I'm going to be the main writer of the pinned, haha. I'm the main host and the core I guess (we're still new to proper system terminology haha). I type like this ❢ You may see me use "❢" instead of "!" and a few kaomojis with flowers too. I'm a boyflux ace panromantic lad from France. As for other members, it depends on who wants to use the account ❢ We're like, about 30 members big ? That's a lot of potential bloggers, don't you think ? A few other people can write an intro, if they wish to.

Xx HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY !!! >:D It's me, Exe !!! I talk like THIS !!! I'm apparently a co-host ?!! Didn't know keeping Léa awake was a system role LOL! XP Anyway I'm cool, I like chatting, feel free to hit me up to discuss stuff ! :D I do bite LOL, but I'm nice about it ! I have my own dedicated sideblog here ! Check it out, it's cool as fuck ! Uuuuugh I've already said a LOT on my own blog LOL, so check that instead. Oh and I'm not affiliated with Exetior, FNF or whatever. Just call me "Exe" or "X" and we'll be good ! xX

• Hiya ! I'm Bendy, another frequent fronter. You can call me "Ink Bendy", but don't call me "the Ink Demon" or worship me, even as a joke. "The little devil darlin'" is perfectly fine though, and much appreciated ! I'm a lad with he/him pronouns I guess ? I'm mostly unlabeled, outside of the clear and certain fact I'm asexual. And I believe I'm sex-repulsed, so beware of that ! •

It's Léa again to say we have members of all ages and identities, but you'll mostly see fellas from Sonic, Mario and somewhat OG Sonic.exe. We do have a few people with no source too (like me !).

✪ Do you have a DNI ?

Oh we're not very picky when it comes to that. Just in case you care about such things, here's a short list :

No TERFs, no alt-right, stuff like that, the classics ; bigots won't be tolerated

No "little space", "agere", age-regression focused blogs in any of our notes. Yes, even if you're SFW. It's mostly just because of me (Léa)

Uuuuugh the fucking "pro-shippers"/"anti-anti" people. Y'all nasty go away

No NSFW accounts. So many aces in this system, and a bunch of littles too. Please be mindful

We could add a few things related to specific triggers of our members in here, but it's better to not expose your triggers in public. if you're curious about something : send us a DM ! /nm

Also it's not really a DNI but just know we're not particularly looking for sourcemates, and Bendy has isssues with most BATIM peeps so I fear we're not gonna be able to bond over that ; but we can try to talk still ! It's just not a criteria when we try to make friends

✪ Anything else I should know ?

Ummmm...

We don't talk too much about the details of our system publicly yet, but you can send asks about it I guess ?

"Doubles" are typically fine, we don't bite about that.

The body is an adult & black, and that's basically the only things you'll get to know about it.

We have a Simply Plural ! We can give you our username in DMs ! It's not fully up-to-date but most members wrote their own bio there.

We're still figuring out our typing quirks...

If you need something tagged : just ask !

And I think that's it !

Have a nice day everyone !

#pinned post✭

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akwardlyuncool · 3 months

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Class Favorites: Online Content Creators "TikTok" Edition

These folks can be found on many different parts of the World Wide Web, but I primarily watch them on TikTok. If you find you also like these humans after checking them out, I'm sure you can find them on Instagram or Twitter (X) or other online spaces they reside. Hopefully there's something for a lot of y'all.

BIG NOTE: I personally don't agree with all of their takes and opinions, however these folks are just human. If y'all vibe, don't vibe or you vibe too much, that's okay and valid, but ALWAYS BE RESPECTFUL!

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*In no particular order, I'm just dropping @'s with their bios and a little personal note. Sorry if the formatting is not right, I promise it pretty in the editor.

@alina.gene - Gene Lee (He/They/She/Xe)

(Unpacking Intersectionality)

They speak to me and I attempt to learn a lot, definitely makes me think and explore my ish.

@saint.stereo1 & @saint.stereo - Saint (They/Them)

(No One Doesn't Deserve Food and Housing)

Do you want to know about communist theory?

@AllInTheMusic - Keona (She/Her/Hers)

(Punk Rock Princess and Marketing Manager for CenterStageAtl)

I love hearing people talk about pop punk music, among other genres in the scene and just music in general. The bonus is getting it from other Black Women. I especially love her artist album rankings. Inspiration for future stuff I do with this blog.

@sicilyjoy - Sicily Joy (Fae/Faer/They/Theirs)

(41yo Gender Fairy - Black, Disabled, Trans, Bi, 18+, Slow Talker)

First I apologize if I translated their emoji bio wrong, will correct if need be. Second fae just be giving me somebody to relate to in this world and that will always be important to me.

@th.readings - Ismatu Gwendolyn (They/Them/Theirs)

(Where Ismatu Gwendolyn, budding abolitionist, reads their work.)

If you want to feel like someone cares about you personally and humanity in general, Ismatu will give you that every time. They are constantly finding new ways for me to say "man that's what radical care and love looks like." They gon ask you to do some work, but it's all rooted in love.

@the_giv3er - Tee - Tee's Way INC.

(#Type 1 Diabetes)

Tee's mission is to feed the homeless population and y'all know that is some of my favorite content to watch. He just be handing people food and shoes and other things straight from his car and every time I see it, I'm closer to figuring out how to do that my damn self, but I don't drive lol. We should naturally want to take care of other people and when I watch Tee it feels like it comes naturally. Anybody who gives without requiring anything is who I'm gonna give the points to, all day every day! If you make a person, who is already struggling dance before you help them, you wrong for that and I don't like you.

PS: I don't know when this happened but they officially became a non-profit, so if you're so inclined, drop them a couple somethins, somethins.

@thatclarafied - Clara

(Screenwriter, comedian, TV, Pop Culture, Queer)

This is really just a moment shout out Clara, cause she's one of the primary people that I watched for news and updates on the Writers Strike and as well as a few other strikes that took place this last year and I wanted to highlight that.

#Class Favorites 2023 #AKWARD CLASS FAVORITES #Online Content Creators #TikTok #alina.gene #Gene Lee #Saint.Stereo #Saint #AllInTheMusic #Sicily Joy #Ismatu Gwendolyn #Tee's Way INC #ThatClarafied

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turtletaubwrites · 3 months

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TurtleTaub Blog Rules

requests are closed, but asks are always open ✨

This blog is 18+ ONLY. MDNI. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. Do Not Interact if you've got any kind of bigotry in your heart. I don't want to hear it, and I don't owe you the time of day. You will be blocked. I have a pile of disabilities and mental health disorders, so I may block someone if they are triggering me, or if they are causing me too much stress or anxiety. I'm here to have fun, and write silly little fics. If you are making me uncomfortable, or being unkind, then I don't need to share my virtual space with you. With my anxiety and forgetfulness, I may not always respond to tags. Please know that it isn't because I don't want to. I'm working on being more interactive, and I'd really like to get to know you better. I may miss some things, so please understand that I do want to talk to you, but I might just be too nervous, or my brain forgot to remind me. I love getting asks, btw! All of the questions, encouragement, and feral screaming y'all have sent my way makes me so happy, and I'd love to hear from you more. Even when requests are closed, asks are always open ✨ This list of rules may be changed or updated at any time. ~ Lynna 🖤

Fic Request Rules

What I Will Write For I'm currently writing for One Piece (Anime & Live Action), and I'm comfortable writing for fem!reader or gn!reader. Most of what I write is x reader, but I've written some character x character one shots as well, so I'd love to try out some more! For NSFW fics, I'm most comfortable writing for fem!reader for now. I'm not confident enough with smutty gender neutral terms yet, and I would hate to write something triggering. I'm reading and learning more, as writing more inclusive smut is a goal of mine. I'll keep learning on my own, but if you'd like to share your thoughts and preferences for gn!reader smut (and pet names, character voice, etc.), I'd love to talk about it with you! I am open to writing dark content, however I will not write it if the request goes against these rules.

What I Will Not Write For Any characters that are minors. If they never become adults in the shows, then I will not age them up to write for them. I will write for characters who do age up in the shows, i.e. I will write for Luffy post timeskip, but not before. Characters I will not write NSFW for include but are not limited to: Brook, Jewelry Bonney, Big Mom, Caribou, Trebol, Vander Decken, Celestial Dragons, Tontatta Tribe, Gecko Moria, Caesar, Mink Tribe, Blackbeard, Black Maria, Spandam, Hannyabal, Akainu, Any Vinsmoke besides Reiju, Vegapunks of any kind I will not write for breeding kink, pregnancy, parenting, ageplay, bigotry, scat/piss/vomit kink, incest (including stepcest), necrophilia, bestiality (including minks), or non/con. I will not write about real people. I will write for live action versions of characters, but not for the actors that portray them. Note for non/con: I have written dark content and dub/con, and I'm open to writing for consensual non/con, as well as dub/con.

If I'm not comfortable with a request, I will not write it.

Other Request Notes Please check if my requests are open. I have it listed at the top and bottom of this post, on my pinned masterlist post, as well as in my bio. If you do put in a request when they are closed, I will put it at the back of the list, but it will take longer to get to as I only close requests when I need to catch up. I love all of your creative ideas, however I may decline super complicated/specific requests. The only times when I have declined were for requests that outlined multiple extensive and hyper-specific details for the plot, events, smut actions, etc. I definitely want to include the details that are really important to you, but a 200+ word outline is too much for me. I work best when I have more wiggle room to create a story. If you'd like to message me first instead of asking anonymously, I'm down to see if we can brainstorm something together. I tend to turn a lot of requests (even simple ones) into multi-chaptered stories, and I almost always have at least one ongoing long fic that I'm working on, so it may take me a bit to get to your request. If your request doesn't go against my rules, then it is on my list! I'm sorry if it takes a while, I can't seem to control myself when it comes to adding plot to smut prompts, lol. I have OCD, and I have a couple of triggers that I will not write for. I apologize, but I will not disclose what those triggers are online, as discussing them causes anxiety, and unfortunately some people are shitty and like to spam those sorts of triggers. If you send your request with your profile instead of anonymously, then I will reach out to let you know. I don't think this will be an issue, as I've never seen those triggers being requested for fics before, however that is one reason why I might not fulfill a request. In case you were wondering why I started linking to the ask instead of writing the fic on that post, it is because tumblr formatting drives me fucking bananas! I really enjoy formatting my posts and making them look nice, but for some reason, the pictures and cut line will slip and slide around on their own if I post the fic on the ask post. I will always link back to the request, and credit the person who submitted it for the idea. I will always post the link to the fic on the ask response so that anon's will still get the notification when it's done.

Tag List Rules & My Tags

Join My Tag Lists If you'd like to be on a tag list for my fics, just leave a reply on the post, on my pinned masterlist, or send me a message. Please specify if you'd like to be on the list for all of my fics, or a list for one or more of my ongoing series. There are also some fics that were meant to be one shots, but if you really enjoyed them, let me know, and I'll tag you if I add to them in the future.

My Tags #turtletaub fics ~ (all of my fics, including headcanons & drabbles) #turtletaub talks ~ (announcements, random thoughts, maybe shitposts, etc.) #turtletaub fic recs ~ (what I'm reading, and you should too!) #turtletaub reblogs ~ (fanart, other fandoms, etc. filter to only see my stuff) #turtletaub responds ~ (answered asks) #turtletaub screencaps ~ (feel free to use and enjoy the screencaps I take) #turtletaub self reblogs ~ (filter if you don't want reruns) #turtletaub shitposting ~ (me having the sillies) #about lynna ~ (for more personal topics, vent posts, or just about my life) *Please feel free to filter any of the tags above that you wouldn't like to see. Other Notes About Tagging I do my best to tag for any content warnings, both in the tags, as well as in the fic descriptions. I apologize if I miss anything, please let me know. The warnings that I use in the fic descriptions are the same that I use on Ao3 since I post there first. I know that tumblr often has different preferences for those descriptors (and I agree, there are many Ao3 tags that I feel are outdated), however it is too much work/anxiety for me to adjust the large block of tags twice for every fic. If you find one of the tags I use on there to be offensive, I apologize, but that is how they are currently listed on Ao3. If there is a tag you'd like me to add in addition to the one you don't prefer, I'm happy to add it to the list, but I will not be removing the Ao3 tags at this time. Spoilers I try to include spoiler warnings in the fic descriptions, but One Piece is a long ass show, so if you are far behind, then you may run into spoilers in my fics. I'll do my best to make sure the relevant arcs are noted in the descriptions.

requests are closed, but asks are always open ✨

#request rules #blog rules #long post

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aspiring-holistic-otaku · 8 months

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Season 2 Ramble#7 - All About Art

As the title suggests and as you probably guessed, this month's episode is all about art. I'm talking dancing, singing, modeling, drawing, whatever. You name it and surprisingly enough there's probably a manga for it. You can listen in with the link above or check the link in my bio for your preferred platform 🥂

Given the ever growing forms of art, its heavily subjective nature + my very limited perception and so on, I invite my friend Jen onto the show so I don't pigeonhole you all into my views and preferences via my reads.

So how this episode goes down is that the first segment is the usual listicle type beat, alternating between me and Jen, with the usual split of stuff read this month and stuff read before but since it's the two of us I thought I'd save y'all the long talking and have us only give details on the top 1s and kinda just summarize the other stuff we mention. Then for the second segment we'll have a little back and forth interview type beat in place of the usual rambles and then some outtakes from our test calls leading up to the episode to wrap up the whole thing.

Things read this month:

Top 1(me)

Shiori Experience(story & art by Yuuko Osada, ongoing with 66 chapters)

The main premise is that plain Jane highschool teacher Shiori, gets her life flip twisted upside down, when one day she's possessed by the ghost of legendary guitarist Jimi Hendrix. Pretty sweet deal tbh, especially if you're a music fan, which she is, but ofc there's a catch. If she doesn't become a legend before 27 she dies.

Great cast, pretty solid story and the two intersect really well as the main plot is driven by her trying to scrounge up and then develop a band. So it's been pretty balanced so far in that as different members join we get to see them develop individually as well together as a band. Pretty solid story as I said, it draws a pretty good range of emotions out of you but what pushed it to number 1 was definitely the phenomenal art, specifically their illustration of sound. Going from a gentle wave, to an explosive eruption it's really cool to see the different sounds of different bands or even the different songs of the same band. Cannot recommend this manga enough, it truly is an amazing experience.

Two Honourable Mentions:

Blue Giant

Basically this kid wants to be the greatest jazz player in the world, he plays a mean sax and you can maybe kinda think of it as equal but opposite to the movie whiplash. As in yh they both have dudes trying to do the virtually impossible, both facing their fair share of hardships and so on but blue giant just has this super contagious uplifting vibe, especially the main character dai. he's a real one fr.

Smile Down The Runway

This is about fashion and the story revolves around 2 folks, chiyuki a model that's too short and ikuto, a designer that's too broke. Both have dreams of one day making it to the Paris fashion week runway (which starts next month irl btw). Read this pretty late in the month but it was so good I pretty much just blazed through it. Won't say much but the art was amazing and the designs were actually flames.

a manga that was surprisingly good:

Wandance

As the name suggests it's about dancing, largely of the hip hop based variety, they make a lot of cool references to modern artists from dj cream to Freddy Gibbs to Kendrick and basically it's about a dude who finds it hard to speak finding joy in being able to express himself through dance. On that note I gotta mention this month apparently makes 50 years of hip hop, shout out the genre and its offshoots fr but let the record show it all started right here in Jamaica. (It was surprising because for me the art style reminded me of a ton of manga I just didn't like)

a manga I didn't get to but looks cool:

Paradise Kiss

Another fashion manga and that's all I can say

[unfortunately Jen had a lot of emergencies at work and didn't type up anything so I had to just summarize her stuff but you can listen in to hear what she had to say in detail]

Top 1(Jen) - Blue period

Two Honourable Mentions - Sounds of life and PPPPPP

Things read before this month:

Top 1(me)

Blue Period (story & art by tsubasa yamaguchi, ongoing with 61 chapters out in English)

Highschool delinquent yatora makes the last minute and arguably terrible career choice to become an artist. can't fight him though as clinging to a long life unable to be authentic to yourself reeks of misery. In any case the story so far follows him from high school to college, and we take a pretty indepth look at art, what it is and what it means to be good at it. Pretty bold move of the author to be honest.

Also want to mention the author has a self titled 4 chapter collection of short stories that you can check out as well, literally just found out and read earlier today, pretty neat read

Two Honourable Mentions:

Bakuman

Spoke on this last episode so I won't say much but it's a manga about making manga and it was the top one of its section last month

Akane Banashi

Something that was an honourable mention last month, really really good and would have been top 1 in its section of not for bakuman. It's about a traditional Japanese art called rakugo which is basically a one man play, because it's in the honourable mention slot I don't speak much on it but honestly really really really good

[Jen hadn't really read much art stuff before this month but she did mention Barakamon and Rakugo Shinjuu ]

Thanks for listening/reading so far and you can listen in for the little interview and outtakes 🍻

#mm..manga #shiori experience: jimi na watashi to hen na ojisan #shiori experience #blue giant #smile down the runway #wandance #blue period #sounds of life #pppppp #bakuman #akane banashi #barakamon #shouwa genroku rakugo shinjuu #rakugi shinjuu #just another day #writeup

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skunkyrp · 2 years

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Name- Wolfgang Ansel Rosenbaum

Birth year- 1263

Wolfgang's been a vampire for a very long time, nearly a thousand years. He's watched the world shape itself, changing rapidly from one century to the next. The turn of the 19th century was like being on the receiving end of a tuna to the face. 1802 was when the steam engine came about, and from there, technology exploded. Wolf had a hard time keeping up with the world's advancements. First telegraphs, then telephones, motor vehicles, and aeroplanes. Wolf was amazed every time a new gadget hit the headlines. Seeing the future unfold firsthand would never get old, or so he thought. By the 21st century, it was so commonplace that he didn't care when yet another "new" iPhone made its debut. The only advancements that gave Wolf that brand new steam engine feeling was in space technology, far beyond what he could comprehend. Imagine you were born in a world where the earth revolves around the sun, and the stars are pinpricks in a paper globe. Come to find out that the planet, nay, the galaxy, is one dust mote in an infinite, unfathomably large universe.

Advancing technology aside, the passing times presented unique obstacles for Wolf and other supernatural creatures. Social networking got more intricate. The isolation created by modern politics and economic disparities meant people fought harder to be together and to keep one another safe. So beings like vampires had to think critically about where their next meal came from. Modern forensic science blindsided those who still chose to hunt. The discovery of DNA and trace evidence meant the jig was officially up. The hunters who weren't part of some kind of association or guild quickly got with the program, and hunting became a respected occupation.

Thankfully, Wolf hasn't had to deal with hunters in centuries. He started farming his own blood source back in the 1500s, after The Fall of Dracula. Then, in 1930, he had a nasty run-in with a particular party of German extremists, who chased him throughout northwestern Europe until the second world war started. He joined the British army to avoid capture.

After that, he took himself to Ohio, where he's stayed in relative peace for the past 75 years. He bought a bar in a small neighborhood near the coast of Lake Eerie. He helped establish another branch of one of several global networks dedicated to keeping supernatural creatures out of reach from hunters. Wolf was responsible for a few laws and bills passed in the United States, some of which granted beings like vampires and lycanthropes the status of "human with a disease." Some of these laws are a sort of "don't ask, don't tell" thing. To use Nephilim terminology, as long as Downworlders behaved, they could live in peace. But, of course, most humans still lived in blissful ignorance; their whole lives shrouded in glamour.

STARTER

It's about noon on the first Saturday of Spring Break. The bar was packed up to close this morning, and there are already a few early bird spring breakers here, hardly seven hours later. He's had help wanted posters out for weeks, with no bites. He hoped to staff up for the summer and maybe even give some of the long-haulers some much-deserved time off. Wolf was wiping down the counter and checking on a few things when the door opened. He looked up to see who might be another patron or a new employee.

Hey there y'all. I'm looking for something fun and exciting to do with this character. He can be placed in any setting of any genre. IF there's romance, it'll be slowburn. It can be mlm or mlw, doesn't matter bc Wolf is bisexual.

As for requirements, I'm not picky. You don't need to include a bio. I'd rather learn about your character organically through the course of rp. Wolfgang has a whole google doc with notes, so another fleshed-out character would be amazing. I'm dealing with undiagnosed ADHD, so my response times vary from minutes to months. I always come back, though, don't worry.

If you don't have a plot in mind for your character, we can go with the starter on this post or discuss plots in pms. I'm open to anything.

#rp #roleplay #independent rp #supernatural rp #shadowhunters rp #castelvania rp #literate rp #multi para rp

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echoalyssa · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to ask you if you could rewrite the Cheating Chase request a made a little time ago but with Jaden with the reader being famous just like him and the whole situation havin' an impact on internet and with their (shared) friends or you could write a part 2 for Cheating Chase request but only if it's not gonna bother you in any way...

❤Thank you!❤I LOVE YOUR WRINTTING❤

Warnings: Some naughty time is inferred in this!

Jaden’s music is pounding through his surround sound speaker system. He’s throwing another party. One of his signatures. Bryce is chanting “Shots shots shots!”

Jaden’s busy making out with his girl. He’s got her pressed against a wall.

“Wanna ditch my own party?” He murmurs into her ear.

She giggles and begins to lead his girlfriend to his bedroom. A girl bumps into his shoulder hard but he barely notices, just continues steering his girlfriend to his room.

When they’re done and getting dressed he wonders where his phone has gone. It had been in his back pocket before...

A knock on the door startles him. It’s the girl who had bumped into him earlier. At least he thinks it was. He’s really not sure. He doesn't look at anyone who isn't his girl.

“You dropped this. Bryce said you were up here.”

Jaden vaguely notes her creepy smile but quickly forgets once his phone is back and his girl calls for him.

~~~ You’re barely home from Jaden’s party when your phone begins to blow up. IT vibrates almost continually, calls and texts filling up the screen. All want you to check Jaden’s instagram.

You plop down on the couch and answer the call from Mads, your best friend.

“Have you checked!?” She shrieks, loud enough that you have to take the phone off of speaker-phone for a second.

“I’m checking now! But what can possibly be so urg-”

No. This can’t be right... it can’t... there, one of his most recent posts, theres no way.

It’s a set of nudes, captioned ‘my beautiful baby girl’ with a kissy face emoji. Except.. those aren't your nudes which means... not that you'd want your nudes posted but...

Mads, taking your silence as an answer whispers, “Y/N I am so sorry.”

You can't speak, your fingers go numb. Your phone falls from your grip and clatters as it hits the floor and bounces.

Mads is speaking but you can't hear her. Your heart feels like its beating a mile a minute.

There had to be some sort of explanation, if you just called him he would be able to clear this up. Right? Right!?

So you pick up your phone, Mads is saying that she’ll make the friend group unfollow him. You excuse yourself, hang up, and dial Jaden. It rings, and rings, and rings, Then, “Hey it’s Jaden. Hit me up later!”

You try again. And again. And again. You get his voicemail every time.

Somehow you’re all the emotions at once. You pull up his instagram, and this time your notice your name is no longer in his bio the way it had been for so long.

‘That’s it.’ You think.

You unfollow him on instagram, remove his name from your own bio, and delete all the pictures of the two of you together.

Then you go to Snapchat and un-add him. His contact gets deleted, you unfollow him on twitter and delete his face from your camera roll.

Satisfied as you can be, you fall into bed and let the tears come.

~~~

By the early afternoon of the next day the gossip is at full roar. You venture on to youtube, and right there, the first video you see is by ‘annaoop’ who is almost the most well known gossip youtube channel focusing on tiktokers.

‘Jaden Hossler cheats on Y/N L/N’ the title reads. Something within you compels you to click on it.

Her voice rings, talking about ‘tea’. She shows the censored versions of the pictures from his instagram. They’re basically just one blurred skin colored square.

“How dare he? He hasn’t commented on it at all... Y/N deleted photos of the two of them such as this one from their trip to Bondi Beach.”

The series of photos she displays make your heart clench. ‘Annaoop’ then begins to pull up the followers page on Jaden’s instagram.

She informs you and the rest of her viewers that Mads, Nessa, Thomas, Petrou, Chase Hudson, Charli, Mia, and others have unfollowed Jaden’s instagram, and sided with you.

From the way she narrates you can tell she’s on your ‘side’. Apparently, Bryce has unfollowed you and written on his Twitter that Jaden would not be making a statement until he talked to you. Except he wasn't even trying to talk to you.

Your fans are going after Jaden, and from the screenshots some are getting ruthless. Some fans have even jumped ship from Jaden to you.

And then theres the die hard Jaden fans of his that are trashing you for not being good enough to him. It had already been established that it wasn't your body because it had a tattoo that you didn't.

Your phone is still blowing up but you don't truly want to talk about it. So instead you post a statement to your instagram and twitter.

‘I haven’t been able to reach Jaden. We are no longer together because of the incident. Just because this happened does not mean I want or condone you attacking him or any of his friends and family. I love y'all and I will be okay <3 Y/N.’

No sooner than you had posted the statements, theres a loud pounding at your door. Very reluctantly, you open it.

It’s Nessa, she rushes in gushing. “Jaden’s coming here. I heard from Josh who heard from Blake, who heard from-”

“Nessa!” You interrupt, “When?”

“Well you know how bad at math I am but hypothetically, I mean technically he should be here soon!”

And as if right on cue, there’s the sound of your doorbell followed by rapid knocking by a heavier hand.

“I’ll go out the back door so he doesn't see me. Good luck, I love you! Call me if you need anything!” She gives you a quick and fleeting hug and then darts off.

He’s still pounding at your door. And having no other choice, you let him in. As soon as you do he's speaking so quickly that you can barely understand him.

“Y/Nwhyhaventyoubeenansweringmeivebeencallingandcallingandcallingyouandyouhaventansweredandisawyourannouncementthatwerebrokenup-”

“Did you also happen to see the pictures you posted on your instagram?” You cross your arms.

“Ofcoursebutisweartoyouandeverythingreally-”

“Slow down or we can’t have a conversation Jaden.”

He gives you one sharp nod and takes a few big breaths. “Do you remember at my party when I got knocked by some girl?”

You frown, “No, and I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Well, thats the thing. It was orchestrated to look inconspicuous. She must have taken my phone then because after we were alone... y’know... well she showed up. Gave me my phone claiming I dropped it and Bryce told her where to find me except he didn't. She’s been stalking me Y/N. That’s how she found my room, knew my password. You know I have more respect for women than to post their nudes. You have to believe me! She blocked you from my phone, thats why nothing went through!”

It made sense... and you should believe him but what if he was just a really good liar? So many people were involved in your relationship and now this drama. You’d always tried to keep the private details of your life well... private. But life in the spotlight often prevented that. Maybe the damage had been done. Maybe it was too late. You just didn't know.

“I need to think about it Jaden.”

#Jaden hossler #angels and demons #angels x demons #hossler #tiktok #tiktok stars #sway #sway house #jaden #Jaden x reader #Jaden hossler x reader

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morkleemelon · 3 years

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off the ice || chapter 2: heading in

previous || m.list || playlist || next

pairing: college hockey player! mark x college figure skater! reader

genre: fluff, humor, sports au, college au

warnings: swearing

word count: 7k

"And we can see here in the figure that the data currently suggests-"

Your pen flies across the notebook page, desperately trying to capture everything your economics professor said in multicolor vigor. Jotting down the figure frantically, your eyes dart back and forth between the powerpoint screen and your paper, high ponytail bouncing up and down from the motion.

Being on scholarship means that you can never let your grades fall past a certain point or else they'd give the money to someone else. As harsh as it is, without the financial aid, you would not be able to continue to go to school. One of the only things that motivates you to work harder than your sleeping peers, sometimes, is the looming fear of becoming a jobless dropout, never able to achieve your dreams.

In a lot of ways, not having money is already bad enough, but the thought of not even being able to earn it in the future is even worse.

"Does anyone know how this company should manage production costs?," your professor asks the crowd of tired students.

You immediately shoot your hand in the air. You know it. This answer was in the textbook reading last night it's-

"Yes" Your professor points behind you.

You slowly set your hand down, disappointed, turning around to see who could've raised their hand before you did.

"They should modernize their marketing efforts with more affordable tools and focus on reducing supply costs," the boy answers expertly.

That's exactly what I was going to say.

Examining his face a little more, something about him seems a little familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on it. Looking around at who he was sitting with, you begin to piece it together.

"He must be one of the Lee's if he's sitting between Ten and Jeno" you ponder to yourself, taking one final look at the boy, "is he... Haechan?". Thinking back to last spring, one of your teammates had a huge crush on the one called 'Haechan'. She always gushed about his fluffy brown hair, handsome face, and how he asked to borrow her biology notes once. You weren't exactly well versed with the university's popular people and honestly, the fact that this school has an 'F4' called "the Lees" is pretty funny to you.

This boy's hair is blonde, though, brushed down into a fringe and slightly messy from, you're assuming, taking off the hood of his sweatshirt before class. Glancing down, you take notice of the mess of white bandages wrapped around his knuckles.

Right, they just had a hockey game. He doesn't have brown hair so this must be-

"That's exactly right, Mark. Nicely done" the professor praises.

Mark. You note the name to yourself, turning back to the board as the professor continues with the lecture.

"Dude she's looking at you," Ten whisper-yells to his younger friend, nudging him sharply in the ribs.

Mark doesn't dare look down at you yet, already feeling his cheeks grow warmer with each passing second. He feels your gaze pull away from him and finally frees the breath he was previously holding captive. Shoving back at the senior boy, his gaze flutters back to you like it usually does during this class, however much to his strong denial.

You always sit in the first row, colored pens and highlighters arranged neatly upon your favorite desk.

Mark watches the way your hair bobs back and forth as you move your head with keen eyes. The delicate gold glint of a necklace clasp at the nape of your neck fascinates the junior boy's attention more than the mundane lecture ever could.

Spotting the slight smile on the older boy's face and the direction of his gaze, Jeno laughs quietly to himself, happy that something interesting is finally happening during the boring lesson. Leaning over behind Mark's back, he gives Ten a silent high five.

"You're a simp" Jeno whispers in Mark's ear, eager to provoke him. Mark slaps the blue-haired boy's face away.

"Fuck off," Mark whispers harshly back as Jeno and Ten laugh to themselves in the lecture hall. He habitually glances back to your focused form. And this is nothing short of how class usually goes for them: Mark fawns over you 'secretly' whilst you haven't the slightest clue. On either side, his friends tease him endlessly for it.

"Yuna and I are planning something for you guys," Ten persists.

Mark's eyebrows scrunch in confusion at the older's ominous words. The professor's voice drones on in the background as his attention shifts to Ten.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it, man". Ten smirks, smacking a firm hand on the confused boy's shoulder.

"Don't do anything weird," Mark warns, recalling the time when the senior had planned on starting a fist fight outside of your dorm building last semester in hopes to gain your attention and provide an excuse for Mark to talk to you. Although the thought was there, no it wasn't.

The hour ticks by and exhausted students groan in relief as the professor wraps up the stale lesson on fundamental economics. A mass shuffle of notebook pages flipping closed and backpacks zipping up fills the hall as students make their way out, eager to do anything but be there.

The Lee's always gather for lunch at this time at the basketball courts, attracting an impressive crowd of envious guys and adoring girls at the sidelines. Although the place is fairly beaten down and otherwise unimpressive, the Lee's choose to be there which consequently deems the courts the coolest lunch spot on campus.

Putting his things away into his trusty black Jansport bag, Mark gets ready to head down to the courts to meet up with Haechan like they always do until he feels a hand unexpectedly grip his left shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"Some people are gonna join us for lunch today," Ten discloses casually, keeping his gaze forward as the line of students in front of them slowly file their way out of the crowded room.

"Oh, who?" Mark questions. It's not like it's rare for other people come hang out with them, in fact, it's almost always the case. But the fact that Ten is specifically telling him beforehand feels suspicious. Another strong hand grips his other shoulder as Jeno's navy blue hair comes into view.

"Don't worry about it man. You got meal points left for this week? Lend me some," the younger boy expertly diverts.

"Yeah..."

"Let's hurry though, Haechan is probably there waiting already. I told the brat to get food for us early today". Ten ushers Mark forward and pushes his way through the herd of people.

"Aight," Mark sighs in confused defeat, picking up his pace to keep up with the senior. There's definitely something weird going on, but he doesn't have the energy to pry further.

Then again, has he ever lived a day where his friends aren't doing some sort of weird shit?

"Thank you, professor," you smile and bow politely.

"Thank you, y/n, enjoy the rest of your day," the older man smiles back, waving you off as he packs up his lecture notes. It's small things like this that you always make sure to do to make others' lives a little better.

After all, the best thing to give-better than any monetary gift- is kindness. Right?

Your phone buzzes in the back pocket of your frayed denim shorts and you reach to check the notification.

Der sum hoez in this houz:

Yuna: guys!! Let's grab lunch somewhere new today! :DD

Hope: yassss ;););)

You: oh why? The caf has chicken nuggets today :(

This is definitely suspicious -you, Yuna, and your other friends, Lisa and Hope, always ate together at the round table in the university's better dining hall nicknamed "the caf". It's been your unbroken tradition since freshman year and the lunch lady at the caf even likes you enough to give you extra servings sometimes.

Yuna: we can still have the nuggets but Ten knows a cool place we can sit! He says he already got the food so we don't have to pay today ;)

Free food?

Your inner Mr.Krabs reveals himself as you perk immediately at the mention of her boyfriend paying for lunch. Neither guilt nor modesty had time to catch up as your thumbs rush to type a speedy reply.

You: I'm there. Where at?

Yuna: I'm coming to your classroom rn! We can walk together

Lisa: Hope and I are coming from bio :) excited

You: lol why does everyone know but me

You: is it gonna be weird with us third wheeling you yuna?

You: if y'all start kissy kissy touchy touchy I might puke just saying

Yuna: HAHAHA XD

Yuna: don't worry some of ten's friends might be there too

Oh. To be honest, you're caught off guard at your best friend's last message. Ten has been over to your shared dorm a few times and you've exchanged enough awkward greetings to call him an acquaintance at least. But generally, his friend group and yours stay separate.

Not that there is any actual beef there, but, no pun intended, nobody's tried to break the ice yet.

Closing the group chat as you reach the entrance of the economics building, you hold a hand up to block the glaring rays of summer sun from your eyes. The sudden brightness harshly contrasts the musty dark of the lecture hall, making you squint in discomfort.

"Y/n!" a familiar voice calls out. A flash of platinum blonde hair and Chanel perfume filled your senses as Yuna throws your smaller body into a crushing, sweaty hug.

"EWw!" you yelp, shoving the taller girl away from you half-playfully, catching the attention of a few concerned passer-bys.

You nod your head at them in a shy apology.

Yuna, seriously.

The guilty party laughs, the musical sound travelling through the humid air like a refreshing breeze. Your best friend sticks out her elbow for you to link your arm through.

Eyeing her with short-lived contempt, your lips break into a smile as you slip your forearm around hers, unable to be actually mad at your best friend.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"You'll see. It's Ten's spot"

"Hi-his spot?!" You stop in your tracks, wondering why you were going to eat where Ten dealt weed.

Since when did he deal weed though?

"Not that kind of spot!," Yuna cries out, smacking a manicured hand over the top of her forehead as to not ruin her perfect foundation, "he's not like that!".

"Right good," you scoff.

The summer heat swelters as Yuna leads you down campus towards the sports center. It's early September and Seoul is notoriously hot.

Ice cream vendors with big, striped umbrellas litter the streets, calling out for business from sweaty pedestrians who crave a moment of sweet, cold relief. The sky tints a beautiful shade of blue with fluffy wisps of white clouds dotting its never-ending canvas. No matter how hot the weather is, the day is undeniably beautiful.

You don't ask Yuna more about where you're headed, accepting that your best friend likes to be spontaneous and that her boyfriend was paying for your food. This is more than enough for you to follow her down the sketchy alleyway shortcut to the basketball courts. Sometimes you wonder if you'd be really easy to kidnap...

The alley opens up to reveal a worn-out basketball court planted in the middle of a grassy area. Looking around, you noticed there are quite a few people there, most of them unfamiliar to you.

They scatter across the grass in groups, eating and chatting casually amongst their friends atop their patterned picnic blankets. You catch the gaze of a group of girls sitting at the edge of the court; they eye you up and down, taking you aback with their lack of subtlety.

Breaking the awkward eye-contact, you suddenly feel very out of place.

"Hey!" Yuna calls out, slipping her arm out of yours to wave at a group of people sitting at the other side of the court from the judgmental girls.

Her hand slips into yours, snapping you out of your uncomfortable dilemma, pulling you towards the group she waved to. A big willow tree stretches towards the sky and casts a precious spot of shade over the area. Immediately, you spot Hope and Lisa as they wave to you and you let out a breath of relief.

At least I'm not alone, maybe I won't be so awkward now.

You recognize Ten's face and you give him a smile and nod of acknowledgement. Scanning over the rest of the group carefully, you faintly recognize the other boys sitting under the tree.

The boy with the blue hair and the fitted white tee- that's Jeno.

Fluffy brown hair-definitely Haechan.

Your eyes flit to the next boy and you're taken aback when he's already staring at you. His ashy blonde fringe hair, almost grey, seems dearly familiar. His eyes widen before quickly looking away.

He's part of the Lee's... bandaged hands and that hair- that's Mark, the dude who stole your answer from earlier.

The little devil on your shoulder whispers to hold a small grudge. The little angel on the other argues that it was never your question and you shouldn't be so petty. Right, kindness is the best virtue. You will let it go.

You and Yuna reach the edge of their picnic blanket and your best friend immediately goes to sit by Ten who doesn't hesitate to pull her hips smoothly into his lap.

You look away in embarrassment. Good for her for finding love, but by golly are you painfully single.

Eyeing the space on the picnic blanket, Hope and Lisa are almost strategically sitting at the end chatting with Jeno so there is no reasonable way you could sit next to them. Setting down your bag awkwardly, you debate where you should sit, silently cursing at Hope and Lisa for not leaving a space for you. Maybe coming here was a mistake because you feel kind of left out-

"Oh, here," a small voice lets out. You look up to see Mark getting up and moving his stuff out of the way and clearing a space for you next to him.

"Ah, thank you!" You smile, kneeling down to sit in the empty space.

Thank God.

Glancing at his face, a blush even Maybelline would envy rests on his cheeks as his gaze remains glued to the food in his hands.

The first thing you notice is how handsome he is up close. You didn't get a good look at him in the lecture hall, but his face is a perfect mix of feminine and masculine beauty. His eyes are soft and round, but his jawline sharp and angled. The most chiseled cheekbones you've ever seen are handsomely defined under the mosaic of shadows and light created by the branches of the willow tree. A slight, shy smile graced his delicate, pink lips.

He's super cute. I take back everything I thought in lecture.

"Hey, welcome!," a sudden high-pitched voice rips your attention away from ogling the blonde boy. Turning your face, you see Haechan on your other side eagerly holding out a hand for you to shake. You take his hand and he shakes it vigorously, "I'm Haechan nice to meet you! What's your name?".

"I'm y/n," you reply with a smile. He's really outgoing, huh.

"Y/n what year are you?"

"Oh I'm a sophomore this year"

"Ayyy! Jeno and I are sophomores too," the friendly brunette slaps the other boy on the arm, "say hi, Jeno".

"Hey, I'm Jeno". He gives a heart-fluttering eye-smile and you could hear hushed gasps and coos ensue from the onlooking girls across the court.

"Hi, y/n," you respond shyly.

Dang, these guys are all so good-looking.

You always hear about the 'Lees' and their 'godly' visuals, but you never truly paid attention. Yet now that you're sitting with them at their cool-people-only hangout spot, you have no choice but to admit how exactly spot-on those descriptions were.

"Here, y/n" Haechan hands you a paper tray full of chicken nuggets.

"Nice! Thank you," you cheer, taking the food perhaps a little too excitedly. Working out and training nearly everyday means you're inevitably hungry most of the time. Not to mention, your stomach always rumbles at the sight of your all-time favorite food.

Digging into the free food reward, you turn back to Mark who hasn't said anything to you yet.

"What's your name?" you ask. Technically, you already know it, but you don't really know a better way to start a conversation.

Visibly surprised, Mark chokes on his chicken.

You let out a single note of laughter at his unexpected coughing before slapping a hand over your mouth to stop yourself.

"Are you okay?" you ask stupidly.

"Bruh," Haechan teases with a smirk, amused at his best friend's embarrassment.

Mark nods quickly with a hand covering his mouth as he continues coughing. Unsure of what to do, you reach over to pat him on the back firmly.

"Here, dude". Jeno tosses Mark a filled water bottle, the older boy accepting it gratefully, gulping down the water like his life depends on it (which it... actually does).

Gasping in relief as he sets the bottle down, Mark looks back at you with flushed cheeks and wet lips. You realize your hand is still on his back and you quickly snatch your hand away, suddenly flustered by the contact.

"I'm Mark," he finally answers, voice hoarse from the ordeal.

"Hi Mark, I'm y/n" you giggle.

He looks absolutely hilarious with water dribbling down his chin and cheeks as red as fire. There is something intensely endearing about him as he looks down, front teeth biting down on his bottom lip in embarrassment.

"What year are you?," you continue.

"Uh-I'm a Junior"

"Oh nice! What do you study?"

"Uh-business and sports management"

"Wow! Wait you're In Econ31 right?"

"Yeah I am," Mark smiles.

"I thought I recognized you! I'm in that class too," you exclaim. Usually, you aren't terribly sociable with people you just met, but there's something about the softness of his voice that makes him easy to talk to. That and the way he's just choked on a chicken nugget in front of you at your first meeting- you have little to nothing to lose.

"Oh yeah I-I've seen you around sometimes"

"Yeah we've seen you around sometimes," Ten calls out, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. Yuna laughs and hits his chest in warning.

"Shut up!" Mark grabs a nugget from his tray and chucks it at the older boy. Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, Ten catches the piece of chicken between his teeth and flashes a wink back at the flustered junior.

You burst out in laughter at the interaction, slapping a hand onto your knee at the dumbfounded look on Mark's face.

Mark feels his heart clench at the sound of your bright laughter filling the air. You gasp with glee, one hand slapping your knee repeatedly and the other gripping your fork. Truth be told, he is freaking out inside. And this is not how he imagined you would meet.

All thoughts about Ten abandoned, a wide smile spreads back onto his face as his eyes scan across your laughing form. You sport a casual outfit consisting of a grey t-shirt and denim shorts like you usually do. A simple gold chain hangs from your neck, tucked away under the collar of your shirt. Up close, Mark feels even more drawn to you than ever before.

Beautiful as ever.

"I-I can't breathe," you wheeze, "what just happened?"

"My talent," Ten states, moving his arms from around Yuna's waist to hold them up in a 'well duh' shrug.

"Nah bro, it was a good throw from me," Mark cuts in, holding up a hand to stop the gloating boy.

"Nah bro, it was a good catch from me," Ten sasses back, moving Yuna off his lap to kneel up. You meet Yuna's eyes and you both hold back laughter at the ridiculous argument.

"Nah bro" Mark moves onto his knees as well.

"Nah bro's," Haechan suddenly interjects, "It was me. I have telepathy and I moved the chicken". Haechan promptly stands up and does a body wave, posing with a finger gun pointed over the slope of his nose to his forehead.

You laugh silently between the three boys who are suddenly all standing as they argue over who was responsible for the nugget trick. You had just met these guys a few minutes ago, but you're more confused and intrigued at them than you've ever been with anyone.

Look at you go, making new friends and everything!

"Guys..." Jeno tries, but his low voice isn't nearly loud enough to be heard over the chaos.

The boys point accusing fingers at each other like in a Renaissance painting. You scooch your way over to the other girls to get out of their way, bringing your food with you.

"You're dating..." You gesture your fork at Ten who was is caught in a three-way head lock with Mark and Haechan.

"Yeah". Yuna's face remains expressionless as she nonchalantly pops another piece of chicken into her mouth. After dating Ten for almost five months now, she is well aware of what the expression 'boys will be boys' really means.

"Are they always like this?" Hope asks, bewildered. Lisa just laughs on the side, enjoying the spontaneous fight more than she should. Jeno gives up, laying down to stare at the sky and wonder why his friends are like this.

Click

Your ears perk at strange noises coming from behind you. Turning around, you notice that several of the girls you saw earlier are now pulling large, fancy cameras out of their book bags. Baffled, you watch incredulously as they shamelessly snap photos of the tussling, oblivious boys.

"What the heck?," you gawk. You haven't been here but twenty minutes and it's already one surprise after the other.

"Tell me about it. Those weirdos are these guys' fans, the 'Lovelees' as they call themselves," Yuna explains, "You would not believe how crazy they can get. Remember when I had to put all my socials on private a few months ago? It's because they found out I was dating Ten".

"Right, I remember that" you nod your head sympathetically. Your eyes move between the unsuspecting boys and the audacious crowd of girls. Maybe you haven't known them for long, but the Lees seem like a regular group of guys. Admittedly, they are above average in the visual department (and in the strange department), but the existence of the Lovelees is really unnerving. Is it just you?

One particular girl at the forefront stares you down intently. Her hair is a mousy brown with two striking streaks of bright red down her bangs in a distasteful take on E-girl style hair. Too-light foundation is packed onto her skin and you winced internally at the severe creasing by her nose. Black eyebrows not matching her hair, her fake eyelashes bat at you threateningly.

"What's up with her?". You are genuinely confused. Why does she look like she wants to murder you?

"She's so scary," Hope's eyebrows knit in worry.

"Yeah, what's with her? She's staring at y/n," Lisa suddenly adds, attention turning to the concerning conversation.

"That's Hillary, the club president or something," Yuna confirms with a shudder, "she's super psycho about Mark. Definitely stay away from her".

"Gotcha... but why is she looking at me like that? Is it just me?"

Hillary's creepy stare never leaves your face and you feel chills run down your spine like a thousand invisible spiders. Generally speaking, you sometimes shy from even ordering food over the phone. Being under her flaming gaze makes you want to shrivel up like a raisin.

If someone could write a story about Seoul University campus life, you'd for sure be a background character. Attracting negative attention to yourself for no reason is surely a new feeling and unequivocally uncomfortable... perhaps because there is any attention on you at all?

"Well for one," Yuna smiles, poking an accusing finger into your side, "you seem to be getting along with these guys pretty well. Especially Mark". The blonde wiggles her perfectly threaded brows at you. Flustered, you shove a nugget in her mouth before she could say more.

"What are you even talking about, we literally just met". You fight to keep your voice steady and expression unaffected, but alas you can't stop the heat from spreading onto your unwilling cheeks. Admittedly, it's been a while since you've gone out with a guy. More honestly, you haven't really dated anyone since you came to campus last year. So needless to say, your single self is a little bit flustered to be thrown into the notion that you even have a chance to be with a super popular, charming guy like Mark.

You shake your head to clear the ridiculous thoughts.

Let's not err on the side of desperation today.

Peering back at the crazy fangirl who you now know as Hillary, you're relieved to find her piercing gaze has shifted from boring holes in your skull to her cell phone and she types away at lightning speed.

"I have a feeling that he likes you, y/n," Yuna presses. Hope and Lisa giggle and nod in agreement, exchanging knowing glances at each other.

You don't have ample time to ponder more as your attention is ripped away by the fighting boys. They've shifted from the shade of the willow tree to the basketball court, disregarding all onlookers and fighting like their lives depended on it.

"Let's go. Rooftop. Right now!" Haechan screeches, taking a leap at Ten while Mark struggles to hold him back.

"Fight me here, bro," Ten taunts, "we all know I'm built different". The sass in his voice gives Haechan the strength to break away from Mark's grasp and tackle the senior boy. All eyes glue to the two boys rolling around on the hot pavement, screaming.

"Yuna, can you-" Jeno starts, eyes closed as he lay on the blanket listening to his friends beat each other up.

"Yeah," Yuna gives the tired boy an apologetic pat on the knee. "Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul".

Her boyfriend's entire body immediately freezes at the sound of his full name. Letting Haechan go from his chokehold, Ten scurries back over to his spot on the picnic blanket to kneel by an unamused Yuna like a scolded dog. "I'm sorry".

You suppress another laugh. This... this is what the cool kids are like? You were really nervous for nothing. Mark shuffles back next to you, supporting a limping Haechan who insists he's fine.

"Sorry girls. They're not... actually no, they are usually like this," Jeno apologizes, "Hope we didn't scare you away".

"No, actually. I think you guys are really... funny. It's cool how comfortable you all are". You smile at the hockey players. Weird as they may be, you don't feel uncomfortable.

"She thinks you're cool!" Haechan cries, slapping Mark on the back.

"Shut up!" Mark smacks the back of the younger's head, ready for another fight already.

"But don't you guys think it's weird we haven't met earlier? We always see the hockey team around our practices but I think this is our first time officially talking," Hope suddenly points out the elephant in the room.

"Yeah I guess that's true," Haechan ponders, "to be honest, we didn't think you guys liked us very much... or let me rephrase that- we were kinda scared to approach you".

"YOU were scared to approach US," Lisa exclaims in shock, "did you forget that you four are, like, the most popular guys on campus or what?".

The four boys look amongst each other blankly. "No, but we thought...," Haechan starts.

"... that figure skaters hated hockey players," Mark finishes. Silent glances are exchanged between all parties as this new information is revealed.

At the sheer awkwardness of the situation, you decide to interrupt the silence with light laughter. "Why would we hate you?"

"You- agh," Haechan's reasoning is cut off by a sharp jab to the ribs from Mark. No way is he going to let the blabbermouth sophomore spoil that they stalked your Facebook last year and found your post.

"I mean you all seem really cool and," Mark saves, looking at you, "I'm really glad we got to meet you today. But we were just... intimidated before".

You raise an eyebrow and your eyes meet Yuna's, Hope's, and Lisa's who shared similar expressions.

"Babe, I'm intimidating?" Yuna asks her boyfriend, peering into his eyes. Ten promptly places a hand at the back of her neck and brings her in for a deep kiss. Everyone in the group groans in disapproval and you hope the sour expression on your face isn't too obvious. Why, Ten. Why.

"Uh.. ok then," you divert, "I was never a fan of hockey itself, to be frank. The sport, not the team. And maybe I've been annoyed at you guys for hogging the ice sometimes, but I've never ever hated you! Don't worry haha".

"Bro what?!" Haechan cries, "hockey is the greatest sport of all time! It's all about strategy, speed, strength, and skills. If anything, figure skating doesn't have a point".

You gasp in full-offense. Sure, you just gave your honest opinion on their sport and it was only fair that they give theirs, but that one burns. Before you can make your counterargument, the boy next to you beats you to it.

Tapping the back of his hand to Haechan's arm, Mark's next words made your heart skip a beat: "dude, you don't know what you're talking about," he turned to look into your eyes, "it's beautiful".

Mark's eyes are a deep brown color, you notice, and they sparkle gold in the light streaming past the branches of the willow tree. Softly, they peer into yours, bringing with them a rare kindness that pinches at your chest.

"Thank you" you smile at him. Is your face always this warm?

"Okayyy," Jeno finally opts to sit up, "now that we've determined that we don't hate each other and we're all cool, are we good to be friends?". A chorus of "Heck yeah"'s and "duh"'s filled the picnic area and your heart swells with happiness. You look back at Mark and smiled again.

New friends

"You should come eat with us here more often," Mark suggests to you, warm gaze making your heart strain for the hundredth time that afternoon. What is happening? "All of you should," he corrects, looking away shyly.

"Yeah we're here everyday," Ten adds. Looking down to Yuna who had laid her head in his lap, he stroked her hair lovingly. "You should come hang out with us whenever".

"I'd like that," you grin.

"Let's make a group chat. Everyone gimme your numbers," Haechan declares.

While the brunette went around collecting numbers, you chatted with Mark, wanting to get to know him more. You quickly find that he's so very endearing, blushing and fiddling with the bandages on his fingers at your every word. His words are kind and he listens to you thoughtfully when you speak. Talking to him is so easy, surprisingly easy, and you feel the conversation unfold out effortlessly. You hardly notice as the minutes of your lunch break tick to an end.

"That's crazy! There was this one time that-" the jarring sound of your phone alarm cuts you off. Scrambling for your phone, you tap on the screen desperately to shut it off.

"Sorry guys," you apologize, "Lisa, oh my goodness, it's time for us to go to Frankie's".

Lisa checks her own watch and gasps, "Oh gosh! We gotta go guys".

"Who's Frankie?" Mark questions, eyes slightly crestfallen.

"No," you laugh while picking up your bag, "Frankie's. The diner down the street next to the lake. We work there".

Haechan, Ten, and Jeno crack up silently at their sensitive friend.

"It was nice meeting you all!" you exclaim, "It was nice meeting you, Mark".

"Great meeting you, y/n. Hope to see you around," he waves back at you.

Bidding their goodbyes, you and Lisa make your way down the alley to her parked car.

"Y/n don't you think Mark is super into you?" Lisa says excitedly once the others are out of earshot.

"What are you saying!?" you proclaim, looking back to make sure the Lovelees aren't following you. Seeing the coast is clear, you consider your friend's accusation. So much has happened in the last 2 hours than in your year and a month at college, or your entire life honestly.

You walked into the alley with no guy friends and are leaving with four. Is it greedy to say that Mark really does stand out to you and you might be starting to like him, or are you just like every other girl who likes him too? The last thing you want is to be like Hillary.

"He's probably just friendly to everyone," you decide.

"No way, y/n, you good in the head? This dude only looking at you the whole time," Lisa retorts.

You shake your head in denial but thinking back, it could be true.

There it is again. That nervous, light feeling in your chest.

Oh, God. What if I like him?

Mark flops down on his bed, still not down from the high that he's been on all day. No, not that kind of high. Smile plastered on his face, he runs his fingers through his freshly washed hair, recounting your conversations from earlier.

"Dude, you look so stupid," Jeno walks into their shared room, shirtless from just getting out of the shower. A simple white towel wrapped around his lean torso is the only thing censoring the spectacular scene. Messing his hair with a second towel, he chucks the wet fabric at Mark's face.

"Fuck off," Mark swings it back at the sophomore. This year, he chose to live in a suit with the rest of the guys to save some money. Him and Jeno shared a room while Ten and Haechan occupied the other. It's undeniably small and only has one bathroom, but he is grateful he at least doesn't have to room with Haechan anymore.

Mark's phone buzzes with a notification on his nightstand. Propping himself up with his elbow, he checks to see who it's from.

1 new message from unknown

Mark sighs. If it's these crazy girls again he's going to get really annoyed. Today was a really good day and the last thing he wants is another stranger asking him to father her children.

Maybe: Yuna?: hey mark, it's Yuna. I got your number from the group chat! If you're not too busy I'd love to talk to you about a few things

Oh crap.

Suddenly nervous, Mark scrambles to sit up properly.

"Text from your new girlfriend?," Jeno taunts unknowingly.

"No, dickhead, it's Yuna," Mark rebuts, thinking hard about a good, casual reply.

"Oh, shit," Jeno states, taken aback. The sophomore swaggers onto his own bed, now sporting a pair of grey sweatpants and a fitted white t-shirt. The bare minimum makes him look like a poster boy every magazine photographer would clamber for. The man could put all models out of work if he had the heart for it. Fortunately, he only has the heart for hockey, video games, and pizza.

Mark: Hey Yuna! What's up?

Yuna: Hey :) nothing much! Not to freak you out, but I know all about your crush on y/n from Ten

Mark: ahaha... yeah I figured

Yuna: ok, so as her best friend and someone who cares about her a lot I just wanna put a few things out there

Yuna: is typing...

Mark watched as the three dots of the impending message taunted him. What could she be talking about? What if you have a boyfriend and Yuna's telling you to back off?

Yuna: if you're going to get close with her, you gotta make sure you keep her safe from those crazy fangirls. Y/N is a shy and sensitive girl she'll definitely take the hate to heart and if Hillary and those other crazy bitches come after her, I won't let you live

Hillary? Mark wracks his brain for any memory of a girl with that name. That girl from calc? No, that's Helen. Hillary...

An image of a mousy girl with red bangs comes into his mind. Ah yes, that's Hillary. She sends him love tweets and gave him chocolates for Valentine's Day.

Mark: I barely know Hillary and I'm pretty sure I've told her I'm not into her, but i'll make sure she knows. Yuna I'm serious about y/n

Yuna: as you should be! She's a real diamond in the rough and she's never confident in herself. All she does is work and study and practice. She never does anything for herself but she never complains either. Also, I don't wanna butt in too much, but I gotta you ask one thing

Mark: yeah ask away!

Yuna: y/n says today is the first time she met you but Ten says you've "been simping for like a year". Add it up for me?

Mark: It's kind of hard to explain... it like... do you believe in love at first sight?

Yuna: HA!!! You're too cute omg

Mark: It's like that but I never had the chance to talk to her... it never seemed right idk

Yuna: boy

Yuna: I had to force y/n to go to your game with me and Ten had to bribe Haechan to set up the picnic today early

Yuna: not to mention we made Hope and Jeno sit together even though they're both awkward just so y/n would have to sit next to you. you better make ur fucking move now

Mark curls his fingers into his blow-dried hair, letting out a low, stressed groan. He's gonna owe the guys big time.

Mark: I really appreciate it! :)))

Yuna: oh and one more thing

Mark: yeah?

Yuna: If you hurt her, I will gouge out your eyeballs and stick them up your ass and while you cry, I'll force feed you your own severed balls until you choke and die. Got it? :D

Holy fuck.

Mark: understood

Yuna: Yay!!! Approved :) good night mark! Nice getting to know you today!

Mark: same here. Night!

Mark's thumbs shake as he types out his final message. So this is what your friends are like, huh? It's such a contrast to your easy-going attitude. A smile spreads across his lips at the thought of you again.

Stretching up to shut off the lamp on his night stand, Mark tucks himself into bed. It's finally happening. You're here. You're right within his grasp. And he wants nothing more than to give you everything you need.

Mark contemplates Yuna's messages as he lay there in the dark; she said you aren't confident in yourself. This comes as a surprise to him. You're so beautiful, smart, kind, funny, and talented, the last thing he expected was that you didn't know it. You exude put-togetherness and wear elegance like a favorite sweater.

His eyes squeeze shut as Mark replays the first night he saw you in his mind. The image is engraved in his brain as he must have revisited that unintentional performance a thousand times.

This whole time, he never got to know you, but today he dipped his hand in the water. And he wanted so much more, to dive in completely and surround himself with you. All this time, he's only been on the sidelines.

I want her so bad

It's time to stop waiting around and get in the game. He's going to talk to you, walk you to class, make you feel special. So much time has already been wasted due to his own fears and misunderstandings. If it's confidence you need, it's confidence he will give you.

Wait for me, y/n, I'm gonna do it right this time

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