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luvyblossom · 1 year

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Hello Lovelies!

Welcome to my first-ever original fanfic and the official launch of my blog! This was a self-indulgent story since I needed a dose of jealous skz. I had originally thought this would be a one shot but I got carried away so this will be a multi-part series! I hope you enjoy.

Note that this is an 18+ work and contains sexual content MDNI. Warnings and synopsis below the cut.

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader (afab), Felix x Reader

Genre: SMUT, friends to lovers, overall messy and jealousy, love triangle, mutual pining, some fluff, collegeau, fratboy!hyunjin, reader is sooo oblivious

wc: 3.5k

"Love me (not)"

Part 1

Series Materlist

Synopsis: You and the playboy of your college Hwang Hyunjin are best friends. When you start to become close with Felix it starts to change the dynamic of the 'friendship' changes.

Warnings: smut, male masturbation, slight somnophilia, perv!hyunjin, noncon, dubcon

Let me know if I missed anything!

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You jumped, startled for a second as you looked up from your notes to see a gorgeous smile being cast upon you. Hyunjin.

" You're early," you said to your friend sarcastically noting that he had arrived a good half an hour after his lecture had ended.

" I got stopped on the way," he had a bit of a smirk on his face, " Jess had some questions for me."

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your work pretending to be focused on the notes in front of you. Hyunjin was absolutely stunning to look at. He was coveted by all the girls at your college. The annoying part was that he knew. He had a plethora of flings at his disposal that he took full advantage of. Somehow, instead of ending up in this population of girls that he deemed 'fuckable' you ended up becoming a friend... not fuckable. You had wanted to join the other crowd desperately before but as you got to know him you settled into your position.

Being friends with Hyunjin meant cheery smiles, long study sessions broken up by bits of banter and giggles, support in the most trying of times, and the one most important to you- time devoted just to you. Unlike those girls that were cast away after a few meetings, you knew your position in Hyunjin's life was not replaceable.

The friendship had started with a study date. One of the days that he had actually reached the chemistry lecture on time he had decided to take a seat next to you near the front instead of his usual spot in the back rows. You had stiffened a bit noticing your new partner but did not turn to acknowledge him or say anything. When the lecture had ended he had turned to you,

" Hi, I'm Hyunjin," he smiled. As if you didn't already know the name of the man that had the female population in a frenzy.

" Y/n," you were short and to the point. It was just a way to hide the nervous energy that was bubbling inside but you looked at him expectantly.

" Do you want to study together?" he asked.

Your heart was doing flips as you accepted his offer.

You had shown up to the study 'date' trying to look as cute as possible with so many hopes that would soon be crushed. It was, in fact, just a study session that turned more into a tutoring session because Hyunjin was so behind in class. You turned from trying to be seductive into a teacher while wondering why an art major would put themselves through the torture of chem. After that, so many more study sessions were planned since Hyunjin's grades were improving and eventually you just got used to each other's company. As the friendship developed, you pushed aside your romantic emotions and grew to love Hyunjin (as a friend) telling yourself that that was the depth of your emotion towards him. Deciding to forever deny any other type of feeling that would rise up after that.

"Y/n, Y/N!" Hyunjin startled you back to reality and you glared at him. "What are you studying?" he asked sheepishly.

You paused and looked down having forgotten what you were even doing, "it's for my bio lab." That was a satisfactory answer since Hyunjin started to pull out his own notes. As he did you took the time to study him. His hair was a bit disheveled, his shirt untucked and as you looked at his sharp jawline you noticed something trailing down his defined neck- a hickey.

"Looks like Jess had more than just questions for you," you scoffed at Hyunjin. You felt a pang of something but you pushed it down. There was a bit of rage following the marking of Hyunjin's perfect throat, a rage you had to try to control.

Hyunjin grinned but the look fell as he was met with your cold expression. " Y/n" he whined " I'm sorry I was late." He paused, "It's not my fault that your best friend is just so attractive," he said with another cheeky grin.

You tried to scoff playfully and return a smile. You weren't sure if it turned out genuine because the rage boiling inside of you was not settling down for some reason. You could see from his reaction that you had not done a good job of hiding your emotions.

" Are you angry?" Hyunjin asked, alarmed as he studied your face. His tone became much more genuine, losing the cheeky attitude, "I'm really sorry I kept you waiting. I know it was a while. It won't happen again."

You tried to muster up a warm smile "No it's okay. I'm used to you being late" you hoped it came out playful. "I'm just a bit out of it. I think I'll go get a coffee. Do you want anything?"

" No thanks. I can come with you." Hyunjin seemed a bit unsatisfied with your reaction as he started to gather his things.

" No." You said it almost frantically earning a puzzled look from Hyunjin. " I don't want to lose our spot," you gestured to the crowded library. "I'll be back in a bit." You rushed off in the general direction of the Starbucks just outside the library before the conversation could go on any further. Once out of Hyunjin's view you made a beeline to the bathroom shutting yourself in the nearest empty stall. The tears starting to pour from your eyes. Tears of jealousy, anger, and hurt that you had denied yourself from feeling. The mark on Hyunjin's neck was like a sign from Jess screaming 'He Is Mine' that you knew was placed as a message for you.

Jess had never liked you or even made an effort to be nice. Even before Hyunjin, she had thrown passive-aggressive comments at you at any chance you were forced to interact with her. You weren't a huge fan of hers either. She somehow had remained one of Hyunjins most long-term flings, having been around for at least 3 months at this point. That got you so worried. He had never taken her on a date but she was the one he frequented the most and had not dropped yet. It didn’t matter. He was just a friend and that’s what you saw him as. You attributed your emotional outburst to Jess being the guilty party.

You took a few deep breaths. Letting some of the tears slip out while you pushed the rest down, you went to go look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were a bit red and your nose a little runny but that would likely go away in a couple of minutes. You headed to the coffee shop to pick up your regular order, the long line giving you time to calm down and channel your friendliest self.

You felt a tap on your shoulder as you picked up your coffee cup from the booth. You turned and were able to form a warm smile- a genuine one.

" Hi," Felix said. He was your lab partner this semester and such a pleasant person to be around. He somehow managed to make you laugh at 8 am during every lab. His Australian accent and deep laugh was a bit like music to your ears breaking the boredom of lab work.

" Felix! What are you up to?"

"I was gonna find a spot to work on our lab report." He replied

" I was just working on that. Do you want to join my friend and I?" He gave a nod and followed you as you led him to your spot. An extra seat was saved next to you where you had put your backpack and coat.

Hyunjin's smile faltered as he saw you walk up with your handsome new partner. " Hyunjin this is Felix," you gave a quick introduction.

Felix waved a little and said " We've met before but it's nice to see you again mate."

The rest of the day flew by as you and Felix worked on the lab report together.

Hyunjin stretched, closing his laptop when he saw that you and Felix had finished your work. It wasn’t hard to notice since he had been glaring at you both periodically since Felix had joined. Your attention had been solely on him not even glancing at Hyunjin once. Every time you let out a giggle Hyunjin had wanted to interrupt but used his willpower to stay silent. He cleared his throat to get your attention, “Home time.”

You had just finished up your work and realized that the sun had already set leaving the moon to cast its dim light. You nodded at Hyunjin and started to gather your stuff.

“That was so much better than doing it alone. I think we should do all our reports together!” You turned to Felix. The work had gone by quicker with the both of you helping each other out. Felix was so good at being focused but made the work seem less mundane as he joked around. There was a quality to his smile that just made the day brighter.

“ Yeah that was good.” Felix looked out the window at the darkness outside. “I didn’t even realize it was this late. It’s dark Y/n. I can walk you home?”

Before you could answer Hyunjin cut in “I’m walking her home.” He then turned to you “ I’m gonna stay over.”

“Thanks Felix, I’ll see you in lab,” with that your group parted ways.

Your apartment was a 10 minute walk from the campus. Hyunjin lived in his frat house ( of course he had to be a frat boy) but he often chose to stay with you when it was late or if he needed a break from the rowdy house which ended up being pretty often. Almost every night that he didn’t have a hookup he ended up staying with you. He even had a drawer of his things at your place which you had reluctantly donated to him, having to find a new location for clothes that were already overflowing from the closet. You didn’t have a roommate having opted to pay a little more in rent for your own space but that space was soon shared with Hyunjin, which you didn’t mind all that much.

“I’ll make dinner,” Hyunjin said as you opened the door to your apartment. That was another perk of your friendship. He usually cooked covering the one chore he knew you hated to do. It also saved him from eating the barely edible dinners that you prepared so it was mutually beneficial.

“ I’m gonna take a shower then.” You said after giving him an appreciative smile.

You allowed the hot water to wash away your exhaustion from the day. The emotions you’d felt today had cleared by now. Felix had been the perfect distraction. You realized how you had not even thought about the situation since Felix joined you.

As you turned off the water and began to dry off you realized you’d left your PJs in your bedroom. The towel was a bit small just barely covering up what it needed to. If you moved too fast your ass would slip out. You hoped Hyunjin was busy in the kitchen. As you walked out you saw Hyunjin on the couch, having already finished making dinner and had your plate ready in front of the TV as he picked out something for you both to watch.

"Fuck" you whispered under your breath as you saw him turning to look at you. Before you could make eye contact you decided to bolt towards your room and shut the door.

He looked at you from the couch. Not just a look but a look. Your hair was wet with droplets falling from the long locks. Hyunjin followed one of the droplets from your neck as it moved down to your chest until it disappeared into the towel. That towel was so small that he could see your long toned legs topped with your plush thighs. As you continued to rush away his eyes couldn't help but follow your figure. There was just the underside of your ass sticking out of the towel. Hyunjin gulped. This was the first time he'd seen you like this. He felt a rush of blood and a blush that spread over his cheeks. Once you disappeared into your room he tried to will his erection down and turn his attention to the TV.

You walked out of your room now clothed and nonchalantly asked "What are we watching?" You settled down next to Hyunjin after grabbing your plate. You were a bit embarrassed but got over it quickly. You assumed it hadn't really phased Hyunjin with the hoards of naked girls that he had seen, many of whom were much more attractive than you.

When you walked out, Hyunjin was still struggling to calm himself down. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him, having never been this worked up in your presence before. But he hadn't seen you look like that before either with water dripping down every part of your body. Hyunjin pressed a cushion over his lap as you settled down on the couch willing himself to calm down before you noticed anything.

You ate dinner settling on an episode of the Kardashians.

Hyunjin having finally managed his arousal brought up what had been bugging him that entire afternoon. “ So you know Felix pretty well?”

“ Not really. I met him during this semesters labs. He said you guys had met before?” You replied, your attention on the TV.

“He’s been to a few of the frat parties. He is actually a pretty big man whore.” Hyunjin said pointedly.

You scoffed turning to Hyunjin, “ I doubt he’s a man whore compared to you.” You looked at the hickey that had bothered you so much earlier still present on Hyunjin’s neck.

He rubbed consciously at the spot as if he was trying to scrub it off his skin. “ I’m just saying. He’s always flirting with girls at parties. You would know if you ever came to any of them.” Hyunjin left out the part where at the last party Felix had ended up leaving with the girl that Hyunjin had been eyeing.

“ It doesn’t really matter. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend. But he’s sweet. I really like his company actually.” You stated to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin felt something he couldn’t quite describe or maybe come to terms with. Something he had never felt around you before. “ Just be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“ I’m a big girl don’t worry.”

Hyunjin didn’t like the fact that you hadn’t yet outwardly denied your interest in Felix. “ You seemed really friendly with him today.”

You laughed and teasingly said, “Was my Jinnie jealous?” As if he would be jealous regarding you, you thought to yourself. “It may calm you to know that he has never expressed any interest in me.”

“ Do you like him?” Hyunjin was ready for the answer to be no.

You paused before speaking. Then, thinking out loud you said “ I never really thought about that.” You actually hadn’t. You never really thought about any other guy besides Hyunjin. You spent so much time with him and the rest of your time was occupied by school. You never really felt the need for a boyfriend. But Hyunjin's question made you really think about Felix. He had gorgeous eyes with freckles peppered over his sharp features. You really enjoyed his voice, it was so deep. You could listen to him talk for hours. “If he was interested maybe. He is really hot.” You settled on your answer.

“Okay calm down,” Hyunjin said as he pulled you close into him so your head was on his chest. This wasn’t out of the ordinary and you sat comfortably with your attention back on the shallow drama of the show. You didn’t know it but the man next to you was fighting to keep his cool. His jaw was tight and his fist clenched. He had a sinking feeling that he hadn’t experienced before. He decided that he really did not like Felix.

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When you deemed it was bedtime you went to go get ready and brush your teeth. Hyunjin had beat you to your bed and you sighed as you saw him sprawled out under the covers. “Will you ever sleep on the couch?”

He smiled at you as he lifted up the covers so you could climb in. “You know this is my spot.” He was right. He had spent enough nights on that side of the bed to claim it as his own. As much as you complained every time,it was nice having him next to you and he knew that.

That night Hyunjin did not have the peaceful sleep he usually has when he stays over with you. Instead he sat stewing. Lust mixed with jealousy. Your words about Felix kept echoing in his mind. The way you had looked at Felix today, not paying any attention to him. With how Felix had looked at you, it was obvious to everyone but you that Felix was definitely interested.

When he finally pushed those thoughts out of his mind he had another problem. His thoughts flickered to the image of you in your towel. The droplets that were striking down your legs and the way your thighs and ass jiggled as you had rushed away. He felt his blood rush as he saw that picture in his mind. Hyunjin glanced at you, his eyes had long ago adjusted to the darkness of your room with just the light of your digital clock. Your covers had come off a bit because you usually tossed and turned in your sleep. You always slept in a bralette and these tiny sleep shorts that left little to the imagination. His cock throbbed, feeling so hard it almost hurt. Out of the covers, your back was turned to him and he could see your ass spilling out of those tiny shorts as they transitioned into the flesh of your plush thighs. He felt beads of precum start to collect along the slit of his dick. Hyunjin had to stop himself before his mind started wandering to how those thighs would feel wrapped around his head.

He tried to be rational. You weren’t unattractive, quite the opposite actually. He thought you were beautiful, radiant. Your friendship had come so naturally and you had become the closest person to him. He was trying to push away his horny thoughts because you were so much more than any of his flings. Those women weren’t important to him but you had become so engrained in his daily routine. Your laugh, your smile, the sarcastic rolling of your eyes, they had become too comforting being the things that could light up even his darkest of days. He could not do anything that would disrupt these daily moments of heaven. Your friendship was too precious to lose over some mild horniness. He covered you up and turned away from you hoping that sleep would come to him.

Sleep did not come to him. Hyunjin’s erection was not going down even as he tried to think the most unsexy of thoughts. All thoughts overtaken by you in your towel. He could feel precum now dripping out of his tip and down his length. He finally gave in. He started to palm himself through his pants on the bed with your sleeping body next to him. He lay on his back and glanced over at you. You had turned again, this time to face him. You were sound asleep, unaware of the man next to you who was now stroking his cock. His precum acting as lube. The covers had shifted down once again and he could see your cleavage bursting out of your bralette. The way the elastic cut into your tits before they swelled and spilled out of the tiny garment had Hyunjin feeling hot and bothered. Hyunjin felt like such a pervert as he continued to jerk himself off while staring at your chest. He thought about what he would do to those perfect tits. How they would feel so soft in his hands and how your nipples would harden as he squeezed them. He thought about how they would feel in his mouth as he sucked on them and the sounds that you would make as he made you feel so good. That was the thought that sent him over the edge. He held back moans as he came, his cock pulsing as it pushed out the ropes of cum coating his hand and dripping down his cock.

The post-nut clarity brought him so much shame. He had made a mess and felt so guilty and perverted for his thoughts and the way he had pleasured himself to your sleeping body. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He was relieved that you hadn’t woken up.

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End of Part 1

This is an original work. Do not republish or repost this work in any form, including translations.

©LuvyBlossom

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elsfavor1te · 1 year

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—MASTERLIST ༊*·˚

: ̗̀➛ ELLIE WILLIAMS

oneshots.

ENDGAME. ellie williams x fem!reader , hurt/comfort.

BLURRED LINES. ellie williams x fem!reader , collegeau , 17+.

ALL THE KISSES IN THE WORLD. ellie williams x fem!reader , hurt/comfort.

CRAZY TALENTED. ellie williams x drummer!fem!reader, 17+.

TRANQUILITY. ellie williams x overstimulated!fem!reader , hurt/comfort.

hcs/blurbs/drabbles.

SO INLOVE. simp!ellie williams x fem!reader , 18+.

LISTEN. ellie williams x bratty!fem!reader.

SHOTGUN KISS. ellie williams x fem!reader , 17+

series.

ANGELS WEPT. ellie williams x fem!reader , reader dies instead of joel , overall tw for death, grief, murder.

1 , 1.5 , 2 , 2.5 , 3 , 3.5 ….

: ̗̀➛ ABBY ANDERSON

coming soon….

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squeeeshsims · 8 months

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Aylin: "I told you guys it was perfect! Look at the spandrels! The detail!"

Adarrah: "You googled the word 'spandrel' just to rub it in, didn't you?" Aylin: "What are you talking about? I myself am a connoisseur of fine victorian detailing on houses."

Theo: "Normally I have faith in your connections, Aylin, but this house is..." Adarrah: "Terrifying?" Theo: "In need of... TLC."

Adarrah: "I think it's perfect... I can practically hear the ghosts in the halls..."

Aylin: "C'mon, guys, have a little vision! It used to be an old sorority in, like, the 60s! The old lady who owns it basically offered us six months' free rent if we fix it up!"

Persie: "Well... it has character." Aylin: "THANK you Persie!"

Theo: "It's gonna take more than six months to fix this place..."

Orion: "I think it's great. Plus, the semester has already started. There won't be any other housing available." Aylin: "So it's settled! We'll spend this weekend getting this place polished up! It's a diamond in the rough, trust me. Just a little elbow grease, and we'll have a palace!"

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Try: Chapter 3 (CollegeAU!Simon Riley x F!Reader)

Pairing: College!Simon Riley x F!Reader Category: Fluff & Angst Warnings: Implications of Minor Character Death(s), Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Depictions of Panic Attacks/Trauma

Summary: Simon heads over to your place for a study session.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading this series! I'm planning on wrapping it up in at least two chapters, though I'm not sure when they'll be finished.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Ch. 2 <-•-> Ch. 4

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The next few days felt like they couldn’t go any slower. By the time Sunday rolled around, Simon was practically sprinting out of his dorm to get to his truck. He drove through the town, passing by the bustling shops and restaurants. He turned up his radio as the country roads soon greeted him. Simon rolled down his windows, breathing in the fresh air as clouds dotted the sky. It was a good thirty minutes before a small farm house came into his view. Simon didn’t even realize how much his face was hurting from how much he was smiling. Three German Shepherds suddenly came barreling out the front door as he pulled into the long driveway.

“Oscar! Whiskey! Juliet!” he heard you call from your front porch. Simon’s heart flipped inside his chest when he saw you. He parked his truck behind Price’s, nearly slamming into it as you locked eyes with him. He turned off his truck and slung his pack over his shoulder. The dogs sniffed his gym shoes as he slid out of his vehicle and barked, one of them even nipping at his front tires. You sighed as you walked towards him.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized with a nervous laugh. Simon shrugged.

“It’s alright-they’re probably just anxious since they’re meeting someone new,” he said. You smiled while rubbing between one of the dog’s ears.

“Hi,” he said, trying to break the long pause. You grinned.

“Hi,” you said back, your voice soft and soothing. Both of you stood in the driveway for a few moments, just looking at each other and pondering what to say next. Now that you were closer, Simon could see the dark bags under your eyes. You seemed to stiffen beneath his gaze.

“Let’s head inside. Dad’s working on something out back, so he shouldn’t bother us too much,” you said. “Come on, pups,” you said as you patted your thigh. The three German Shepherds followed you inside with Simon close behind.

One of the dogs pounced on the other, play-biting them as you both walked inside. Simon looked around. It was definitely not the kind of place he expected Coach Price to live in: a simple, cozy country home. One of the dogs brushed up against his hand, their soft fur relaxing against his fingertips. Simon smiled and rubbed her head.

“That’s Juliet,” you said as you rubbed your arms. Juliet’s chocolate brown eyes beamed up at him as he pet her.

“Hi there Julie,” Simon said. Juliet suddenly jumped up, pressing her paws onto his side while licking his face.

“Juliet no!” you giggled as you moved to gently pull her off of him.

“She’s alright,” Simon chuckled as he accepted her kisses. Juliet puffed out some air from her nose before jumping off. She wagged her tail and joined the other two dogs in their play-fight. You turned to him, rubbing your arms. He noticed the baggy sweatshirt that clung to your body.

“Nice sweatshirt,” he commented, trying to make an effort in conversation. You smiled graciously.

“Thank you. It was my mom’s,” you said. Your lips tightened up slightly. Simon took it as a sign that you didn’t wish to elaborate. He simply nodded in reply.

“Come on, the dining room’s this way,” you say as you guide him into the other room. He follows behind you. A large wooden table stood in the center of the dining room. Several knick-knacks were strewn about on various shelves alongside some dusty books. He glances back over to you.

“How’ve you been?” he asked. Your smile faltered as you wearily gazed over at him.

“Fine,” you said curtly. Simon nodded. You suddenly shook your head. “Oh! Sorry, I should’ve asked if you wanted something to drink,” you apologize. He cracks a smile.

“You’re fine. I’ll just grab water from the kitchen if that’s alright,” Simon said. Your face softens.

“Sure thing. Cups are in the cabinet just besides the fridge,” you explain. Simon nods before setting his bag down on a chair.

“Be right back-try to not have too much fun without me,” he chuckles. You huff out a quiet laugh as he turns into the kitchen. The space was old-fashioned to say the least, though it had a warmth to it. He lumbered over to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. He almost closed the door yet decided to grab another one for you. Simon hummed as he filled the glasses up with water from the fridge. He tilted his head to the side as he observed the pictures hanging on the fridge.

The man chuckled at the picture of your younger self grinning widely as you stood up in a canoe without a care in the world. His eyes trailed down to see you standing with your father as you held your high school diploma. He noticed one particular picture with a woman who looked strikingly similar to you holding a toddler in her arms and softly kissing her cheek. His throat hitched when he laid eyes on it, completely forgetting about the water.

“Shite,” he cursed as the water cascaded past his hand and fell onto the floor. He placed the glasses on the counter and pulled off some paper towels. Simon cleaned up his mess before heading back over to the table. You glanced over at him as he approached.

“Thought you’d like some water, too,” he offered you a glass. Despite his assumptions that you’d gladly accept it, your lips drew into a straight line. Your hands shook slightly as you took it and you forced a smile.

“Thanks,” you breathed as you set the glass aside. Simon felt a twinge of confusion cross over him as he set his glass down and pulled his laptop from his backpack. He slid into his chair and drummed his fingers against the top of the table.

“Haven’t seen you around campus,” he commented. You nodded.

“I’m doing all of my classes online now,” you said. He scratched the back of his head.

“Do you prefer it that way?” Simon asked. You stopped typing on your computer, your fingers hovering just above the keys. There was a long pause before you sighed, your face riddled with a mixture of frustration and an unspoken pain.

“For now,” you simply replied. Simon hummed as he took a sip of water.

“How about we start, yeah?” he asked, trying to shift the subject. A small smile returned to your face.

“Sure,” you replied with a small shrug. He caught sight of Price through the back door as you pulled up some notes. The door was propped open ever so slightly, the sounds of rhythmic scraping heard every so often. Price’s head turned as if on cue.

“Riley,” the gruff man said. Simon nodded.

“Coach,” he acknowledged before bringing the glass to his lips again. Another scraping sound was heard as a wood shaving was flicked onto the ground.

“You kids don’t mind me-I’ll just be out here working on my carvings,” Price said as he brandished his chisel. Simon nearly choked on his water while you rolled your eyes.

“Ignore him,” you waved.

“I heard that,” Price called back. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“So, what are you having trouble with?” you asked. Simon bit the inside of his cheek as his foot tapped against the hardwood floor.

“Well, it’s not really the material-it’s actually writing the essays that get me,” he explained. You nodded.

“Have you ever written an outline before?” you asked. Simon tilted his head. Your eyes widened.

“No…I just kind of write and then turn it in,” he shrugged. Your lips straightened into a tight line.

“Is that bad?” Simon asked.

“Um, I guess it depends on what kinds of grades you get?” you said. Simon scratched his chin, his eyes avoiding yours.

“They’re fine…I guess,” he mumbled. You frowned.

“Simon, it’s okay,” you said. “Lots of people have certain struggles when it comes to school,” you assured. He frowned while clenching his jaw. You folded your hands in your lap.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling frustrated, Simon,” you said, your tired voice soothing to his perturbed state of mind. He flicked his eyes over to you, your expression soft and warm.

“It’s nothin’,” he said, still avoiding your gaze as the truth hung on the tip of his tongue, barely dripping out for you to hear. You nodded.

“I know, but you can’t let yourself fall behind in other parts of your life because there could be something you’d miss out on,” you said in a more stern tone. Simon sighed as he bit the inside of his cheek, his heart aching.

You sounded just like his mum.

“Yeah,” he simply muttered. You shifted in your seat.

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” you said with a firm nod. You turned his laptop towards you, typing something up. Simon blinked a few times when you handed it back. A structured outline was on his screen. “This is the format I usually follow, though you can tweak it if it doesn’t work for you,” you explained. A small smile crept onto Simon’s hard face as his chest warmed. You smiled back

“Let’s get started, then,” he said with a grin.

+++

A few hours had passed by the time Simon finished his rough draft. You were working on some of your own homework in the meantime. He’d catch you glancing over at him every once in a while, your cheeks flushing a bit before you went back to your work.

“This is nice,” Simon spoke up. You quirked a bow in response. “Just bein’ out here…in the country, I mean,” he cleared his throat. You smiled and rested your chin in your palm.

“Mhm,” you hummed. Simon’s heartbeat stuttered a bit before he turned back to his laptop.

“Nearly done-I’ll be out of your hair in a few,” he said.

“Oh, well…you don’t have to leave just yet,” you replied. Your voice seemed more timid as your feet shuffled on the hardwood floor. Simon paused his typing and looked over. Your face was tinted as you tapped your pen against your notebook. “It’s almost dinner time, anyway. I wouldn’t want you to leave now if you’re already hungry,” you murmured. Simon blinked, his heart melting at your sweet offer. He cleared his throat.

“Dinner sounds great. I could cook-I make a mean bangers ‘n mash,” he bragged while wiggling his brows.

“I’m sure you do,” you giggled.

“What’s that supposed to mean, hm?” he replied. You shrugged while wearing a cheeky grin. The back door creaked open as Price stepped inside. A small make-shift wood carving of a collared dove rested in his hairy, calloused hands. His eyes looked steely gray as he stepped inside, his walk slow and methodical as he passed by Simon. Price’s face softened as he slipped the small bird into your hands.

“Another one for me to paint?” you asked. Price shook his head.

“You can keep this one, dear,” he smiled. You beamed and clutched the little bird in your soft hands.

“Thanks, dad,” you said. Price nodded before turning his attention to Simon, his face hardening again.

“How much longer you gonna be here, Riley?” he asked gruffly. Simon opened his mouth to respond.

“Actually, I invited him to stay for dinner,” you butted in before Simon could reply. Price’s frown deepened as he narrowed his eyes. Simon felt himself shrink under his stormy gaze. “Is that okay, dad?” you asked. Price rested his hands on his hips and sighed.

“Riley-come help me out in the kitchen. (Y/N), why don’t you head up to your room so you can finish your homework. I don’t want our busy work to distract you,” Price said with a tight smile. Your brows raised as Price shifted his gaze back to Simon. A small shiver ran down the man’s spine as he slid off his chair.

“Pray for me,” he mouthed while holding his hands together. You hid your mouth behind your hand as you smirked. He turned around to see Price starting up the stove.

“Hand me that loaf pan, will you?” the older man asked as he washed his hands. Simon nodded reluctantly. Price grunted as he opened the fridge, pulling out some meat and other ingredients.

“I appreciate your dedication to the team, Riley, but school is just as important,” he began. Simon nodded, his fists clenching at his sides. “What are you studying, anyway?” Price asked as he placed the items on the counter.

“Exercise science,” Simon replied. Price’s brows arched. Simon hooked his thumbs into his pockets. “Figured if bein’ a pro never works out, I’d still be in athletics somehow,” he shrugged. The older man nodded.

“I see,” he replied as he grabbed a cutting board from one of the cabinets. He handed it over to Simon.

“There are some onions in the pantry. Mince one up while I work on the meat,” he instructed.

“Yes, sir,” Simon said. He grabbed the onion and soon began chopping. His eyes stung slightly, yet he refused for any tears to spill out from his eyes.

“Exercise science, eh?” Price rumbled. Simon sliced down a large chunk of onion and nodded.

“Yes, sir,” he said. Price poured some bread crumbs into the bowl.

“Must be a pretty smart lad then,” he commented. Simon blinked away a few tears from his burning eyes as the onions became somewhat more potent.

“I don’t know about smart,” he shrugged. Price kneaded the mixture in the bowl meticulously.

“Smart enough to pass an entry level psych course,” he stated.

The knife nearly slipped out of Simon’s hand as his eyes widened slightly. Price clicked his tongue. “So then-want to tell me what your intentions are with my daughter?” he asked, harshly squeezing the mixture in his rough palms. Simon swallowed.

“I promise you, sir…I just wanted to see her again,” he explained. The older man’s gaze was cold and steely, piercing straight through his core. Simon groaned as his hands white-knuckled into tight fists. “If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t slept with anyone since I last saw her,” he confessed, the tips of his ears burning. Price shook his head.

“That doesn’t mean shite to me,” he snapped and nearly flung the bowl across the counter. Simon frowned as the older man turned his whole body towards him, his bushy brows knitted together. “You’re out of line, Riley. Just ‘cause you haven’t slept with anyone during this time doesn’t mean you won’t do it again,” Price growled. “Christ, didn’t your father ever teach you how to respect a woman?” he snapped. Simon looked down at his hands.

“No,” he replied in a solemn voice. Price blinked. His lips were parted as he tried to form some words, though they refused to come. He eventually cleared his throat.

“Riley, what I want to know is if you’re willing to treat her like a woman and not a fucktoy,” he said, his voice more slow. Simon’s throat grew dry as he loosened his hands. He exhaled slowly before looking Price dead in the eyes.

“Coach, if (Y/N) doesn’t want to do something, I will not force it on her. And I know I’m the last bloke who you’d want her to be with, but I promise you I will do my best to love and cherish her in the way that she deserves,” he explained, his voice wavering as he neared the end. Every muscle in his body felt tight. "My father might've not taught me anything, but at least I know not to hit or curse at a woman who was always meant to be loved," he finished with a stern voice. Price’s lips parted ever so slightly, his stone face softening. The clock in the kitchen ticked by before the older man eventually turned back to the bowl.

The rest of the time in the kitchen was spent with Price simply instructing Simon on what to do. Dinner smelled divine when it was almost done cooking.

“Smells good,” you say as you stroll into the kitchen. Your father gave you a warm smile as you walked over to the cupboard, pulling out three plates and some utensils from the drawer.

“Glad to see the old man hasn’t scared you off,” you winked. Simon felt too tense to chuckle while Price silently pulled the meatloaf out of the oven. Your eyes shifted between the two men before you shrugged. He followed you out, helping you set up the table. The three dogs wagged their tails and whined as they pawed at the chairs.

“No,” Price said firmly. Whiskey tilted his head and whined, his eyes shining in the kitchen light. Price’s eyes seemed to soften. “Agh…fine,” he sighed as he handed each of them a carrot. They happily gobbled up their treats as the three of you sat down. You and Simon exchanged smiles as Price shook his head.

“It’s your fault they’re spoiled, you know,” you piped up. He muttered something before scooping some food and putting it on your plate. His eyes were trained on Simon the whole time as he handed him his food.

“How’s König and Johnny doing?” you asked. Simon chewed on his savory bite and swallowed.

“They’re alright. Nothin’ has changed with König, but Johnny’s got a new girl,” he said. You hummed as your head perked up.

“Really?” you asked. Simon nodded and took a drink.

“Yeah. Name’s Eileen. Sweet girl,” he said casually. You nodded and turned back to your meal. Oscar came up and rested his head in Simon’s lap.

“Oi, Oscar. Get down,” Price said. Simon grinned and patted the dog's head. Oscar licked his hand before backing away.

“Where’d you get your dogs?” Simon asked curiously before taking another bite.

“Rescued them when they were only pups. We found them in a box just a few miles from here,” Price explained. Simon grunted, eyeing the triplets who were wagging their bushy tails.

“Never had a dog,” he said. You gasped, causing Simon to chuckle. “Not by my own choice-my mum…” his voice trailed off as his smile fell slightly. He cleared his throat. “My mum was allergic to them,” he finished, his voice more subdued.

A few moments of silence filled the room.

“She loved cats, though,” he chuckled.

“Yeah?” you asked. Simon nodded.

“We couldn’t bring them into the house, but she’d keep food for the strays out back. I’m tellin’ you-there’d be twenty cats at our back porch each mornin’,” he described. You laughed, a refreshing sound to his ears. “Yeah, she loved them just like her boys,” he chuckled and stared into his drink. Simon glanced over and could tell the question was lingering on the tip of your tongue.

He suddenly looked up to Price.

“Thank you for dinner, coach,” he said.

“‘Course,” the coach replied. Despite his blank expression, he seemed more relaxed than before. Simon stood up.

“You finished?” he asked you. You smiled and handed him your plate.

“Thank you,” you beamed. Simon nodded and walked into the kitchen, setting them in the dishwasher. He checked his watch and cursed. Tonight was pool night at the pub, something he hasn’t missed in a while. He stepped back into the dining room.

“Thanks again. I need to head off now,” Simon said. You frowned.

“Okay,” you replied. Simon said goodbye to both of you before walking out to his truck. A part of him yearned to stay for just a little bit longer-just to look at your face and hear your voice for another moment. He sighed as he closed the front door behind him.

+++

Your POV

You patted your father’s shoulder. He gave you a warm smile as you handed him a cup of tea.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said.

“Welcome,” you replied. You slid down next to him on the bench. A gentle breeze blew across the back porch, causing the wind chimes to hum. Your father sighed after taking a long sip of his drink.

“That Riley…he’s not such a bad kid,” he admitted. Your jaw nearly fell into your lap as your eyes widened.

“Really?” you asked. Price nodded, his eyes scanning the orange highlighting the patch of trees. You smiled brightly, but then your shoulders fell. Price raised a brow as he drank from his cup.

“I know that look. What’s goin’ on, pumpkin?” he asked. You shook your head.

“It’s nothing,” you said. Price sighed.

“(Y/N)-I know you’re thinking about something,” he said. Your nostrils flared as you squeezed your warm cup. "Honey, please talk to me," Price said, his voice wavering. You broke down in tears. Your father studied you for a bit before setting his drink down. He wrapped his bulky arms around you and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“It's alright, sweetheart. I'm here,” he cooed. Tears welled in your eyes as your body began to shake. You sobbed into his arms as a torrent of emotions washed over you, your chest tightening and head spinning.

“I-I can’t do it, dad! What if I get drugged again? What if someone actually-“ your voice cut out when you released a sudden wail. "I miss being able to go out without having to look over my shoulder every five seconds. I miss my friends. I miss driving to the beach and going to the small shops in town,” you ranted. “I-I hate keeping myself here-but every time I try to leave I just can't stop the memories from coming back,” you cried. He patted your back as you soaked his shirt with your tears. You eventually grew tired from sobbing so much, resting your head on your father’s shoulder.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, hun,” he said. You sniffed as he pulled back. He wiped away the tear stains from your cheeks with his calloused thumbs.

“I see you, (Y/N). I can see that you want this so, so badly. And it’s okay that you’re afraid-anyone in their right mind would be,” he states. “But I know that the strength for you to push forward is already inside you-it’s always been there,” your father said. Your bottom lip quivered as a few more tears spilled from your tired eyes. You lunged forward, wrapping your father in a tight embrace. He stroked your hair before he pulled back.

“So, what’s it going to be?”

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Pairing: CollegeAU!Sherlock Holmes x OFC (Elena)

Summary: Sherlock helps his friend study for an exam, and she teaches him some new things in return...

Warnings: Rated M for making out, second base stuff, boobs. This is mostly fluff, marked awk for awkward and slight emotional crisis (it’s Sherlock. Every emotion is a crisis...). Mention of deadlines and assignments - for those of us who are in uni or relive the anxiety every damn day of their lives.

Word count: 6.1k

A/N: The writing here is like superduper different from the last chapter, but enjoy virgin!Sherlock, he’s bby. Also; I just realized that the timeline of this fic is a bit of a tripping hazard...

I promised I tried to proof and edit this. Typos may be registered with the Office for Typo Registration, open every February 29th from 10.00h - 10.01h.

Anywhoozles; not really a lot of smut under the cut today.

It was a little past three when the professor finally dismissed his students. Sighs of relief sounded throughout the lecture hall. Laptops were slammed shut and crammed into bags, books and papers were gathered in sloppy piles and hurriedly carried out: practically everyone was looking to get out of the room as soon as possible. Only two people behaved as if they hadn’t just been assigned a huge paper with an impossible deadline. For one of them, this behavior could be explained by the fact that he was the professor, and therefore indeed did not have to write said paper, the other was simply deeply opposed to hastiness. It was not for nothing that diligent and thorough were among the first words that came to many a mind when asked to describe Sherlock Holmes. Other descriptors included unsociable and strange. Lastly, and heard perhaps less often than one might expect, there were the terms young and genius. After all, Sherlock had a keen mind, which had allowed him to reach his third year of law school when he was yet to turn nineteen.

Unhurriedly, the young man began his commute home. Immersed in thought, he didn’t notice the small redheaded woman that appeared next to him. Only when he had finished outlining the freshly assigned paper in his mind did he become truly aware of his surroundings.

“Elena,” he spoke, the baritone of his voice dark and warm - cozy, almost. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “For how long did you allow me to ignore you this time?” His chuckle was as comforting as his voice.

“I didn’t want to disturb your thoughts,” Elena replied. She had before. It had vexed him at the time, as the pair had barely known one another. Now, however, they had gotten better acquainted - much better, one might say - and he found that she was one of very few people whom he allowed to disrupt his thinking.

“And your saying so,” he mused, “shows precisely why I would allow you to.”

“I’ll be sure to remember.” Elena fidgeted with an unraveling seam on her bag. “Sherlock, you took Criminal Law two years ago, right?” There was only one possible answer: he was in his third year, therefore he must have taken and passed that particular first year course - it was mandatory.

“Naturally,” he said, hesitantly. His head turned toward his companion, one eyebrow raised in confusion at the strange inquiry. Elena wasn’t usually one to ask rhetorical questions - it was something he quite liked about her.

“Would you help me prepare for my midterm? I’m struggling with the material a bit, and I missed some things when I was sick last week.” She averted her eyes when she asked him, the deliberation of her actions completely lost on Sherlock, who felt something that resembled anxiety at the gesture - though for the love of God he could not figure out why. He had come to terms with the fact that she was one of the few people he could not read very well - as if his sharp instincts and attention to detail left him the second she stepped into the room. Though he did always notice when her hair fell differently, when she wore a different perfume, or when her makeup had left tiny colored specs on her cheeks. Of course, that was something Sherlock considered without value when he could hardly keep track of what she was saying. He simply thought his talents to be of no use in her presence.

“I’d be more than happy to,” he said. His face held a familiar smile that was wider than was normal for him, but - as was so often the case with this particular smile - he couldn’t help himself. “I’m free this weekend?”

“Right now?” She smiled shyly. Sherlock replied with just a nod before suggesting they might use his room to study.

“I have some notes that may be helpful,” he quickly added, as he suddenly became afraid that his offer had come across as untoward. It was as if he had forgotten that for the past six weeks, they had spent every Saturday in that room, rehearsing their pieces for orchestra. Nothing had ever been strange about that. Not to him, at least, and his mother had raised neither a savage nor a fool; surely he would remember it if he had been improper. He remembered that first encounter vividly, often replaying the memory in his head.

“You are quite good,” he had said to the new addition to the orchestra. She had been sat next to him, in the usual place for the second violinist.

“Thank you,” she had replied, blood creeping up her neck, finding its way to her cheeks. She had heard about him. Sherlock Holmes, the famous - though among his peers all but notorious - first violinist of the university orchestra. In stories of him, which rather often were filled with complaints that he received special treatment, he was often portrayed as a pompous arse. She could see now, that these tales were nothing but the product of jealousy. He truly was remarkable. “You are very good.”

“Thank you, that’s awfully kind of you,” Sherlock had said, and for the first time he had felt this peculiar smile, that was so much wider than he was used to, creeping onto his face. “Sherlock,” he had introduced himself. He had never entertained the thought that it may not have been necessary, that she had already known who he was.

“Elena,” she had replied.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elena,” he had said. And before he had good and well thought it through, he had added: “Perhaps we might rehearse together sometime? If you’re free, of course.” He had been unable to determine the source of the incredible anxiety had felt in the limbo between his asking and her answering - or that of the intense relief when she not only accepted his proposal, but did so rather enthusiastically.

Her laugh tore him away from his memory of the experience.

“Sounds fantastic,” she said, the smile on her face widening as she looked into his eyes. As he looked back into hers, he noticed the intensity of their color - green - and the little gold specs in them - but he missed the slightly provocative twinkle they held. His eyes wandered over her face, slowly, carefully, as if he thought he would otherwise disturb it. He noticed the thick, long lashes that framed her eyes. The freckles on her nose and cheeks, where - as always - her make-up had left tiny brown and golden specs. Sherlock’s heart was beating so hard that, despite being well aware that it was impossible, he feared it would break through his ribs and escape from his chest. Still, his eyes remained locked onto her face, wandering further down to her lovely smile. He noticed her teeth were a bit crooked, which he found strangely endearing. Her full lips looked soft and dewy - undoubtedly the work of that cherry-scented chapstick she was always applying. Its scent paired nicely with the sweetness of the perfume she wore almost every day. Today, Sherlock noted, was no exception; he inhaled the delicate aroma with every breath. His thoughts ran away with his sanity, his gaze clung to her alluring mouth, even as she moved it to speak and he only vaguely registered her voice. The movement of her lips, the fragrance that surrounded her, and his erratically beating heart gave way to new sensations. Blood humming in his ears. A lump in his throat that refused to be swallowed away, no matter his efforts. The familiar rush of blood… down, and the subsequent tightening of his trousers.

“Sherlock?” Her hand waved through his field of vision, breaking his trance-like state. “Let’s go?” Her eyes were mischievous, something Sherlock would have picked up on immediately, had it not been for his current affliction. In fact, the young man was not even aware of this condition. He had questioned his health and his mental faculties, surely, but was yet to arrive at the appropriate conclusion. Elena, however, recognized the symptoms of his ailment immediately. He was two years ahead of her in university, sure, but she was two years his senior and more than a bit wiser than him when it came to the less intellectual and more instinctive truths of the human condition.

“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head as if that would rid it of those thoughts. It did not; if anything, it made him look ridiculous. He extended a hand. “Allow me.”

Only in the first few weeks after making his acquaintance had Elena attempted to decline his offer, but resisting the charm of this man was something she had ultimately found exhausting and unpleasant. Now, she would normally opt for a coy smile and a thank you, but she was feeling playful today. “Always such a gentleman.” She practically purred the words as she handed him her bag, making sure to touch his hand in the process. She relished his reaction; the twitch of his hand as her skin came into contact with his, the sharp breath that escaped from between his slightly parted lips, the soft blush that slowly crept from beneath his collar, his averted gaze. She felt a little bad for toying with this sweet guy’s emotions, but since she shared his feelings, she saw no real harm in having a little fun.

The pair made their way to the house on Crescent Street that Sherlock shared with seven other students. Elena had only ever met two of them; August Walker - because he had been leaving the house one Saturday morning just as she arrived at the front door - and Walter Marshall - because he took the Criminal Law course with her and he had recognized her when she’d been trying to find some space for her jacket on the coat rack in the hallway. The fact that Sherlock kept to himself - and kept her to himself - didn’t upset her. In fact, she rather liked it: There was very little pressure to socialize, which she found rather relaxing.

“Ladies first,” were the familiar words with which Sherlock ushered her through the door, accompanied - as always - with a simple gesture. They climbed the stairs to his room in silence. For the first time, Sherlock dreaded the moment they would soon spend behind his bedroom door, in the cramped space that led to the attic stairs. The room itself was spacious, but that tiny hallway - calling it that was a stretch, even - barely held two people, and it was impossible not to touch each other. Elena, however, looked forward to that precise moment: It would be a good opportunity for some close physical contact. Once they arrived at the second floor of the house, Sherlock muttered something about the bathroom.

“I’ll be right up,” he spoke. You’ve been up for a while, Elena thought to herself, but she bit her tongue and swallowed the words, offering up a sweet smile instead.

“What is the matter with you, Sherlock?” He chastised himself while looking at himself in the mirror as he leaned over the sink. His knuckles were pale from the iron grip of his hands on the white porcelain. “Pull yourself together.” Stop thinking about her, he thought to himself, which - naturally - had an effect contrary to his desires. It finally dawned on him, as he felt himself harden at the thought of her beautiful lips, that perhaps the explanation for his reaction wasn’t rational at all - which explained perfectly why he didn’t care for it. Real panic set in when he considered the possibility that these were feelings she did not reciprocate, and he found, much to his dismay, only one short-term solution to this problem: to ignore it completely. An entirely unsatisfactory remedy, and likely ultimately unsuccessful at that.

“Yes! You’re absolutely correct!” He exclaimed proudly as she answered one of his more difficult questions with a very thorough rebuttal. Criminal law had been a fantastic distraction from the earlier troubles, and it had kept the two of them occupied for a few hours.

“Thank goodness, I don’t think I can take much more of this today!” Elena sank back into her chair and let her knees fall to the side slightly. “It’s only eight, after all.”

Sherlock buried his face in his hands. He often lost track of time, and he was usually careful not to drag others along with him. “I’m sorry,” he chuckled softly. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that this time, he had done it on purpose, for fear of her wanting to leave. Her hand reached for his thigh, and his muscles twitched at the touch.

“I can go get us some Chinese food, as a thank you?” Sherlock gratefully accepted her offer.

Shortly after Elena had left, Sherlock walked downstairs, and stood hesitantly in front of the door at the far end of the hall. He couldn't bring himself to knock, but could neither persuade his legs to walk away. After a minute or so, the person on the other side of the door yelled: "It's open, come in." Sherlock often forgot how good Geralt's hearing was. He entered the room, hesitation in his steps, his stance, his expression, and closed the door behind him. Geralt was laying on his bed, reading what looked like a book on Celtic mythology, not bothering to put it down just yet.

"Sherlock," he said, a simple acknowledgement of his presence, no question or judgment behind the remark. It was something that Sherlock admired about him, though it could be quite annoying at times - when one was in search of questions or judgments, for example. Tonight, he was in luck, because as much as Geralt aimed to steer clear of other people's business, he did consider Sherlock a good friend, and he could tell something was the matter.

He snapped the book shut and sat up. "Trouble?" Lengthy conversation would just make the both of them uncomfortable, that much was clear.

"Girl," Sherlock sighed as he leaned his back against the door.

"Even worse," Geralt laughed. "The violinist?" Sherlock couldn't answer, so he opted for a sigh, hoping it sounded enough like a confirmation. "Her name seems to have slipped my mind, I'm sorry," Geralt chuckled.

"Elena." Sherlock spoke so softly it was barely even a breath. He figured it would suffice for Geralt's impeccable hearing - and he was correct.

"Right," he chuckled, "and you have finally come to the conclusion that you’re attracted to her?" Another affirmative sigh escaped Sherlock's lips.

"Thank heavens," Geralt said bluntly, "your denial was becoming quite annoying." Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but Geralt raised his hand, beckoning him to be quiet. "Do I need to remind you that not much will happen when you're in your housemate's room making idle conversation, instead of in your room? With her."

"Firstly, Geralt," Sherlock snarled. He knew Geralt had said it with no intention of mocking him, but it aggravated him nonetheless. "She's not currently upstairs. And secondly," a sigh broke up his rambling, and Sherlock found himself unable to regain his stern tone. "Geralt, I… I can't do this. I cannot make sense of these feelings. I can't stand being… consumed by them." And unlike any of the others in the house, save perhaps Walker - but anyone who had ever had the pleasure of dealing with August understood immediately why one would opt out of having this particular conversation with him, Geralt understood the sentiment perfectly.

“For those of us who actually seem to enjoy being in control of our mental faculties, it can feel like surrender,” he said matter-of-factly.

“It feels like the beginning of a steady descent into madness,” Sherlock confessed. The remark made Geralt laugh. This, too, he understood, though he had learned by now that it wasn’t true. “Why is that funny?”

“It isn’t, I’m sorry,” Geralt shook his head, still laughing. “Look, I can tell you… If you really like her, it won’t go away by doing nothing. That’s your descent into madness, right there.” Sherlock groaned and vowed that this was the last time he’d ever looked up from a book for long enough to ever see another woman. “You can’t fight biology, my friend.” At least that made some sense to Sherlock - in fact, it made him consider that what he was feeling could be completely rational, after all. The science behind it was solid enough.

“And Charles doesn’t spend most of his nights in company because it’s a terrible way to pass the time.” Geralt grinned. Now it was Sherlock’s time to laugh.

Geralt’s head turned suddenly. “That’s her,” he said as he got up from the bed and walked over to where Sherlock was standing. In passing, he grabbed something off the nightstand. His efforts to keep himself far from these situations couldn’t change who Geralt was at heart: a reluctant father-figure to his friends - especially the younger ones. “Can’t believe I’m doing this. Here.” Sherlock didn’t have to look in order to know what he’d just been handed. “Fucking hell, they’re condoms, not scorpions. Just...”

“Thanks,” Sherlock muttered, more than a little embarrassed that Geralt had just assumed he would be this unprepared for a situation such as this one. Nevermind that his presupposition was correct; it was mortifying nonetheless. He was grateful, though, that his friend was looking out for him.

“Take them.” Geralt ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, and talk to her.”

Sherlock knew better than to overstay his welcome and opened the door, just as Mike came up the stairs, closely followed by Elena. He waved at Sherlock and Geralt. “Hi, guys!”

Geralt raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you have company?”

“Yeah, speaking of,” Mike turned to Sherlock. “Could you keep it down tomorrow morning?”

“Of course,” Sherlock said. He received the request quite often - sometimes incited by guests, but equally as often caused by the prospect of copious amounts of alcohol. And if it was Charles who was asking, it was almost certainly both.

“Thanks!” Mike beamed. “G‘night, guys! Nice to meet you, Elena!” And with that he adjourned to his room.

“He seems…” Elena got no chance to finish her statement on her first impression of Mikey.

“Annoying?” Geralt snickered, a crooked grin on his face, while shaking his head in disbelief.

“Spirited?” Sherlock offered, as he launched an elbow into Geralt’s ribs with more force than anyone would reasonably suspect from a bookish, violin-playing law student.

“I was going to say ‘nice’,” Elena mumbled, slightly taken aback by the banter.

“Oh, Mikey’s great,” Sherlock confirmed with a smile. “This is Geralt, by the way.”

She looked at the white-haired figure in the doorway, as he extended a hand towards her. “Elena,” she said as she shook Geralt’s hand. Her thoughts were scrambled for a moment when she met his gaze. His eyes were a striking amber color - beautiful but peculiar, in a way she couldn’t quite articulate.

“Pleased to finally meet you,” Geralt said, “Sherlock talks about you quite a lot.” Before Sherlock could even scowl at him, he stepped back into his room and shut the door.

“So, you talk about me a lot, huh?” Elena chuckled when they finally made it back to the attic. Sherlock chuckled nervously as he sat down on the leather couch and set the food on the small table in front of it. No matter how many times Elena saw this room, that couch still looked too big for it. On her first visit, she had wondered how it had ended up here in the first place, as it was obviously much too big for the stairwell. Sherlock’s answer had surprised her, as she’d been absolutely positive she never asked the question out loud - it had been moved in through the window by his predecessor, and no one would dream of ever moving it out again. If the stories of Geralt and Walker were to be believed - and they generally were - people had nearly died in the process. Despite being too big for the room, the couch only fit two people - a feature Elena made sure to exploit by joining Sherlock on it.

“Well?” She asked him, flashing a suggestive smile.

The world seemed to spin faster and grind to a halt at the same time, the room became both hot and cold, and Sherlock’s heart started yet another attempt at escaping his ribcage. Good grief, why did she have to be so close to him? Everything he had felt before, when they had been studying at his desk, returned to him; this time without the distraction of criminal law - it was just them now.

“I… ehm…” Sherlock stammered, unable to answer her question. Thoughts whirled through his head in an unfamiliar fashion: rapidly and erratically, and free of logic or order. Of course he talked about her often. He spent more time with her than with practically anyone else. His housemates had been teasing him relentlessly for weeks, saying he fancied her. And now he was beginning to think they were right, as he could barely keep his eyes off her when she was with him. And she continuously made her way back into his thoughts, sometimes even distracting him while he read, and Lord knows he was never distracted while reading. Now, here he was, deafened by the sound of his heart pounding in his chest, and bouncing his leg restlessly, unable to will himself to stop - figuring he should probably stop chastising Mikey for doing that all the time - and it was all because of her. Because she made him so incredibly nervous. Because maybe he had fallen for her. In other words: Geralt may have been an absolute knob for saying that to her, but he wasn’t wrong.

“Sherlock…” she giggled. When his eyes met hers, a wave of panic washed over him. Elena was looking up at him in a way that could not possibly mean anything other than that he had just said every last one of those things out loud. To her. He raised a hand, intent on using it to cover his mouth, but she grasped it and pulled it back down gently, while her other hand reached for his face. She traced his cheekbone with her thumb, her fingers resting lightly on his jaw, and he leaned into her touch. Elena softly caressed the side of his face before bringing her fingers to the nape of his neck, and attempting to pull him closer. Sherlock resisted her pursuit, clenching his jaw as his nerves took over his mind from his desires. He looked away for a moment, only to return his eyes to Elena’s and smile apologetically.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never kissed anyone, Sherlock!” Elena blurted out. She always knew that he was inexperienced, but such complete innocence was unexpected, bordering on unbelievable. Surely she couldn’t be the only one who was as charmed by him as she was?

“Not telling you won’t change the fact that I have, indeed, never kissed anyone,” he muttered under his breath. Her apparent incredulity did not help his nerves, and he was surprised to hear himself speak at all. Elena’s hands set his skin ablaze with a vast desire until every fiber of his being begged for it. It took everything he had to control himself, to prevent himself from doing something so legendarily foolish that his friends wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for years to come.

“Well, do you want to?” Elena asked, a playful tone to her sweet voice, mischief in her eyes. Sherlock swallowed hard, but found himself ultimately unable to make the lump in his throat disappear. Thus, he just nodded, and let himself be pulled closer to her.

She placed her forehead against his. For a moment, they just sat there: eyes closed, heads resting against each other. The sweet fragrance of Elena’s perfume, the sound of her breathing, and the feeling of her skin against his, engulfed Sherlock’s senses, filling him with eager anticipation. A soft sound, a combination between an exasperated sigh and a lustful moan, arose from between his slightly parted lips. He shivered and drew in a sharp breath as Elena’s soft fingers drew a line along his jaw. She rested them underneath his chin, her thumb tracing the dimple in it, and tilted his head. Then, Sherlock felt Elena’s soft lips brush against his so incredibly lightly that it took a moment before he realized he wasn’t imagining it. The last shard of self-restraint he had been clinging to so desperately shattered at the contact, and at long last Sherlock allowed himself to be enveloped by affection and desire. He reached out the hand she wasn’t holding and placed it against her cheek, holding her head in place as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers more firmly. She responded eagerly, though her answer was not as feverish as his request. With wicked determination, she paced the kiss; slowing down right when his mouth so hungrily sought more, and picking up speed each time he finally accepted a gentler rhythm. Without mercy and almost devilish was her approach, and by God did it have the desired effect. The hand on her cheek found its way into her hair, the other crept up to her waist, where his fingers dug into her with surprising force. He let out a moan; dark, frenzied and filled with pure, unadulterated passion. What had caused her to fall for him, had been his calm and collected nature. Not once since meeting him had she dared to dream of ever seeing him like this: consumed by carnal greed, frantically gripping at her in search of release. Moans occasionally made way to almost pitiful whimpers - questions, or rather, pleas; to indulge him, come closer, give him more, something, anything. Oh, how powerful she felt to have a man like Sherlock pour into her arms like this, to see him reduced to a mere shadow of himself in her delicate hands. Elena chuckled at the thought, causing him to withdraw from their embrace. Concern emerged from deep in his eyes, steadily catching up to and overtaking the yearning in them. Sherlock struggled to catch his breath, still firmly in the grasp of the ache that pulsed like fire through his veins. It was heightened further by the sight of the lips he now no longer needed to assume soft. He knew them to be, yet he longed for proof as much as - if not more than - before. Alas, her laughter had roused his insecurities, and they were picking at his brain like starved crows at a morsel of bread. He wondered what could have inspired it, what he had done wrong. Had she just been leading him on, and was she now relishing the sight of what she had reduced him to, only to break him completely, later?

Then, amidst his contemplations, he heard her voice once again, only this time it was no laughter that escaped from her pillowy lips. Caught in between ragged breaths, wrapped up in a moan, more intoxicating and provocative than he had ever dreamt possible, was his name. The sound of it so utterly rife with pleasure that it awakened once more the wanton desires within him, their scalding flames more excruciating than before, and even harder to quench. Her eyes, positively drunk with lust, together with that very moan revealed to Sherlock that she currently found herself in a predicament remarkably similar to his - only this time it was Elena who succumbed to the unrelenting pressures of her yearning. She moved towards him with resolve, pushing him into the couch by his shoulders, as she swung one of her legs over his. Sherlock was startled by her sudden advance, but did not protest. Elena sat down on his lap, one knee on either side of his hips, arms around his neck, hands running erratic patterns through his dark curls, down his neck and over his shoulders. Sherlock was surprisingly muscular, she discovered, which would have been in no way helpful to any attempt she might have undertaken to compose herself. Luckily, she had no intentions of embarking on such endeavors. Instead, she chose to give Sherlock as much of herself as he would take, and longed more than anything to receive what he was willing to relinquish to her, in return. As her fingers trailed along his neck and shoulders, she mapped the spots that caused the muscles in his thighs to twitch beneath her. His eyes fell shut at her touch, and his hands rested comfortably next to him, on her thighs. Soft groans emerged from his chest as her fingers explored his body, seeking out the sites that stirred his arousal. His hands brushed along her thighs, up towards her hips, where they caressed her sides as they traveled further to her waist. One hand rested on her back, while the other made its way to the nape of her neck. He pulled her towards himself, his touch tender yet demanding. Elena saw no reason to resist, and happily fell into his chest. Her lips found his again, her hands continued their expedition. Sherlock found himself overwhelmed by the many sensations he experienced, until Elena’s tongue trailed his lower lip and the feeling forced itself to the front of his mind. Hesitantly, he granted her access, allowing her tongue to slip into his mouth. It felt strange, but not unpleasant, he concluded as he imitated her movements. When Elena sucked gently on his bottom lip and softly sunk her teeth into it, he let out a loud moan. She tilted her head, still holding his lip between her teeth, softly tugging on it as he gasped quietly at the unexpected stimulation.

To his displeasure, the pressure disappeared from his lip, as Elena broke the kiss and pulled back. For a moment, it saddened Sherlock that her face was moving away from his, but when her head dipped and her lips brushed the stubble just below his jaw, his chagrin gave way to yet another surge of exhilaration. She meticulously sought out all the sensitive spots in his neck, causing him to squirm beneath her touch. Slowly, he became aware of the nimble fingers that pulled at the hem of his sweater.

“Take it off,” she sighed, her mouth barely leaving his neck. His hands took over for hers and he hastily complied with her request. Before the jumper was even off, Elena’s hands were already working to loosen his tie - and making remarkably quick work of removing and discarding the garment, too. The buttons of his shirt were next, and they, too, succumbed under the touch of those slender fingers, one by one. He had admired those fingers so often, as they moved through the most difficult passages of a piece with confidence and ease, but not once had he dared to dream that someday - this day - he would experience them from this perspective. Elena played him like she did the violin; with great enthusiasm and determination - though perhaps with even greater skill. Sherlock pushed against her shoulder to steer her away from his neck. Then, after cupping her face in his hand and guiding it back to his, he kissed her passionately while his hands traveled to her waist, where they gently slipped underneath her jumper. Her hands undid the last button of his shirt and it fell open, exposing his chest, which Elena took as an invitation to rake her fingers across his skin. The feeling of his remarkably solid chest and the coarse hair on it heightened her desires; it caused the ache between her legs to grow and her to lean into him even further, to press her lips to his more urgently, and to kiss him more frantically than she had ever kissed any man - or anyone, for that matter. Sherlock answered, spurred on by a surge of longing brought on by the clash between his skin and her hands, by slipping his hands under her blouse, exploring the naked skin of her back and sides. Elena did not hesitate; she pulled away from him to reach for the hem of her jumper. Her eyes never left his as she pulled it over her head. As soon as she let go of the fabric, her fingers returned to her blouse. Only the minimal required amount of buttons were undone before this garment followed the same trajectory as the one before.

“Wow.” Whether he spoke the word or simply mouthed it, neither of them knew or cared.

Sherlock’s hands fell still around her waist, his eyes widened. The sight of her was almost too much; her long, auburn hair framed her face in the most enticing way, her mischievous smile and the longing in her eyes drained him of coherent thought with every passing second, and when his gaze dropped to her now exposed torso, he was positively done for. His eyes seemed glued to her chest; it heaved as she tried to catch her breath, and the motion hypnotized him. The soft curves of her breasts were so tempting that his hands all but itched to reach out and touch them. He could swear his fingers moved of their own accord, palms creeping up ever so slowly, along her sides, until his thumbs lightly brushed the underside of her bust. Elena used every bit of strength she had to stay where she was. The look in Sherlock’s eyes had her beside herself with lust, but she reveled in his attention and admiration, and she wanted to prolong it for as long as she could possibly manage. Every minute movement of his hands fueled the fire that consumed her from the inside. The thin fabric of her bra was not enough to conceal the hardening peaks of her nipples - a fact that Sherlock seemed to pick up on as well, as his hands traveled up her sides further. She whimpered as he used his thumbs to lightly brush the buds through the thin material. Suddenly, he gripped the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It was frenzied, messy, and quick, as he immediately moved away from her lips and kissed a path along her jaw to her ear. Where this courage to push aside his nerves and continue his quest had come from, he did not know, but he decided that the opportunity should not be allowed to go to waste. His lips worked their way down her neck: kissing, gently sucking and biting the sensitive skin, teasing it with his tongue. Her moans filled the air, her fingernails dug into his shoulder, and she could no longer stop her hips from grinding into him. In that moment, Elena wanted only one thing; to get even closer to him, feel more of his skin against hers, to truly melt into him and chase that sweet release. Feral groans heralded similar desires on his part. Their frequency increased as his mouth inched closer to her collarbone with every touch of his lips, every nip of his teeth, every gentle flick of his tongue against her skin. Encouraged by the desperate pressure she used in an attempt to hurry him along, and the fingers that tugged at his hair as a different means to the same end, he continued. One of Sherlock’s hands tenderly cupped her breast, squeezing lightly - at first. His movements became more erratic as she whined and moaned louder and louder with every touch. His other hand copied the actions on the other side. The way she was writhing in his lap, rubbing herself against the bulge in his trousers with every move - it was maddening beyond belief. Sherlock rested his head on Elena’s breastbone, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and took a deep breath in hopes it would save him from losing his mind completely. Both of her hands cupped the sides of his face and tilted his head so as to allow herself to look into his eyes. He smiled up at her, eyes filled with love, or lust, or perhaps both. When he spoke, it was so calmly, with such softness and affection in his warm, dark voice that the sound pierced straight into her soul.

“You are so beautiful.”

-> Part 3

#Henry Cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #henry cavill sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #HC sherlock #sherlock x ofc #sherlock holmes x ofc #geralt of rivia #geralt #virgin!sherlock #first kiss #much anxiety many wow #179 crescent street #179CS #179CS2

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eashn · 1 year

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haikyuu masterlist

all content is NSFW/contains sexual themes. work-specific warnings precede each post.

the hq boys after a long day

the hq boys’ favorite part of your body pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

how the hq boys jack off

pegging oikawa

collegeAU!kuroo hcs

pussydrunk kageyama

series

The Train's Coming (A series of haikyuu + jjk oneshots)

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcannons #masterlist #eashn

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wooismyuniverse · 1 year

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his muse

collegeau!woozi x reader fic

genre: slice of life, fluff, strangers to best friends to lovers <3

synopsis: when two music majors meet, their friendship takes them to a road that they have never expected. lowercase intended.

introduction:

this is a reference of all of the svt members, their majors, friend groups, etc.

reader: music performance major, primary instrument is violin. constantly busy with competitive performances but loves to party in order to relax.

choi seungcheol: business major, leader of the infamous frat group SVT. the dad of the entire group, keeps people in check and can be overprotective.

yoon jeonghan: co-leader of frat group, neurologist major. barely studies but aces his tests. childhood friends with reader.

hong jisoo: art major, sells necklaces for extra money. moved to korea from america at an early age.

moon junhui: poli sci major, very good with his words. dances as a hobby with minghao and soonyoung, his roommates.

kwon soonyoung: dance major, part of a crazy trio called booseoksoon (bss). loves to make his friends laugh and goes to parties.

jeon wonwoo: ed major (subject undecided), quiet and reserved but loves debates and teaching. (ironic since he’s in SVT)

lee jihoon: music composition major for piano/vocal, very reserved and is always stuck in his studio making compositions.

lee seokmin: theatre major, but he has an angelic voice. loves to sing everywhere he goes. people pleaser especially to strangers. part of bss.

kim mingyu: major is undecided (bc he loves to switch) charmer of the group, plays football for the school so everyone in university knows him.

xu minghao: dance major, partners with soonyoung most of the time but is quiet bc of language barrier. he’s learning korean along the way and is slowly opening up to ppl.

boo seungkwan: music vocal performance major, well known by everyone so he knows tea about everything in school. part of bss

choi hansol: cs major, he is a smart boi. manager at the campus’s hot cafe.

lee chan: business major, but is a hardcore dancer. (he needs to make money somehow) always get shit on for being the youngest, but is actually very loved by everyone.

roommate list:

reader, jeonghan, jisoo

seungcheol and wonwoo

soonyoung and seokmin

junhui and minghao

mingyu and woozi

seungkwan, hansol, and chan

a/n: welcome to the start of my series that i have been planning on for a while now! please stay tuned for slice of life moments in college featuring the perspective of the reader.

#seventeen #seventeen woozi #woozi imagines #lee jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #seventeen imagines #eunaewrites

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inf3ct3dd · 1 year

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Oh I’ve just discovered your account and absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering if you could an ellie x reader college/university au? <3

AHHH MY FIRST REQUEST!!!

first of all , thank you so much :(( and second of all, i def have collegeau fics planned, and the next series i do is gonna be a ellie x reader college au! :))

#sierras anons :33 #ellie williams x reader #college au

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lucyandthepen · 1 year

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a queue list to keep track of future fics.

— next update:

love on the floor part ii

— priority list (in no particular order):

honey citrus (camboy!jaemin au)

don't threaten me (with a good time) (chaebol!jeno au oneshot)

peach nectarine (collegeau!jaehyun oneshot)

pumpkin spice (college au!chenle oneshot)

cinnamon dolce (collegeau!doyoung oneshot)

— upcoming (all following series chapters will be on hold until late october!):

last night on earth 4

last eden part 4

a lesson on style part 7

ocean eyes (merman soobin (?) chaptered fic)

#lucy.exe

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krewekreep · 1 year

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Although I don’t need to apologize I’ll first say thanks to my new followers!!!! Wooooooooooooooooooo (Lmaoo)

I do have some things lined up but I’m struggling to commit to one idea as a few of them are:

ExHusband Series

ExBoyfriend Series

Golden Retriever FWB 2 Lovers

General CollegeAU where I just pick and drop someone in my delulu college land

Actor,Idol,Famous Person AU of characters I don’t know I’m all over the place🫤

#text post #random #black writers #black writer #x black fem reader

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mashedpotittiess · 4 years

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Arrangements Ch 1

Title: Arrangements. Chapter Title: It’s just a little crush.

Pairing: Lim Sejun x Reader. Mentions of Choi Byungchan and non mentions of Do Hanse, Heo Chan, Kang Seungsik, Han Seungwoo and Jun Subin as well as OC’s.

Summary: He was the aggravating fuckboy roommate of your best friends but maybe that’s what caused you to agree to such an arrangement. But will the arrangement work out? Between mutual friends, his other hookups and a certain romantic interest on your part, this could all be trouble.

Words: 6,500

Rating: PG13 but will eventually become M

Genre for this Chapter: College! au, Angst.

Tags/Warnings: Drinking, Mentions of sexual scenarios, mentions of possible drug use (a roofie), Mentions of someone possibly wanting to take advantage of someone (While Nothing happens I need to put this as a warning as it can trigger some past experiences readers have had)

Fic Series inspired Playlist Link:

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad

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You hated Lim Sejun and his band of one night stands. Before anybody assumes it’s a case of “oh she has it bad for him and she’s just jealous” you were in no way into him like that and in no way jealous of the Grey haired man you dubbed ‘FookBoi’ nor his female companions. He simply cramped your style.

When he moved into your best friends apartment as a third roommate you thought you’d have the same dynamic with your friends that you had had for about a year before his sudden appearance. But you were sorely mistaken.

It was Friday night and you had your body sprawled over the deep grey fabric of the couch with your sock covered feet lying on your best friend Do Hanses blanket covered lap. Byungchan had occupied the black leather like single seat to your right and you all were currently debating on whether or not twins were creepy. The debate brought to you by you all watching The Shining once again.

“How could you even think twins are creepy? It’s clearly just the matching outfits with the head tilting that eludes to the creepy factor” you were thrown into a fit of laughter as Hanse imitated the twin’s expression when Johnny first saw them, his lip ring glinting in the soft shadows of the single lit lamp to his right. Byungchans dimples were on full display as he couldn’t help but laugh as well. You really did try not to blush at his adorable face. You had a thing for one of your best friends and you couldn’t help it, your small crush had existed for around 8 months are you knew it was a matter of time before it was known.

You were admiring his soft contours of his face down to his defined jawline and back up to lip plump lips curled upward around his teeth as his focus was still on Hanses face when the front door slammed open causing you three to jump in surprise. Hanse grabbed your feet as if to use your unicorn print covered appendages to shield himself from the big scary monster he assumed had not only come through his front door but also used a key.

As you tore your gaze away from the man you had been admiring you looked up to see Lim Sejun walking passed the back of the couch with some blonde traipsing her body on his ebony leather jacket covered shoulder. He threw you a smirk as he had undoubtedly witnessed your admiration for his roommate. “Enjoy your movie” was all that left his lips before you heard a woman’s giggle and the closing of his door followed by a hard thump.

Pulling your feet back to your body you crossed your soft cotton short covered legs and snatched a fist full of buttery salty popcorn from the shared bowl in the center of the dark wooden coffee table situated in front of you. Hanse pulled the off white blanket closer to his body and used a black nail polish covered finger to press play on your movie. As you took another bite full of popcorn your munching was cut short by a woman moaning a loud “Unngh yes Daddy” Choking on the salty kernels your face took on a sour expression and you turned to see Hanse grimace and Byungchan blush a bright crimson followed by a shake of his head.

The sounds of what started as a soft mumbling were turning into a shrieking of sorts causing you and your best friends to stand up together and make a beeline to Hanses bedroom. You all knew it would be no use to higher the television to try and drown out the sounds of pleasure the two people in the room next to the living room were feeling. Clutching your beloved popcorn and fizzy coke you settled yourself in the middle of the light blue jersey sheet covered bed. Hanse with the fuzzy blanket from the living room took up the space to your right and Byungchan settled himself on your left, his long legs sprawled out, his green and yellow parakeet printed socks causing you to smile softly.

With a few clicks of the remote the movie had been ready to be continued but before you could immerse yourself into the infamous “Redrum” scene, Hanse decided to look you straight in the eyes and with an obnoxiously loud screech he let out a “ HOOOYAH D A D D Y.” His eyes rolling back into his skull. Fake gagging you shook your head and slapped his tattoo covered shoulder over his thin tank top. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”

Curling yourself into your oversized hoodie you got comfortable with both of your best friends, settling yourselves once again into weekly movie night. As the movie played you were brought back to what had just happened in the living room. While this certainly wasn’t the first time your plans were ruined by Mr ‘Fookboi’ himself, it still irked you. You knew this wasn’t your apartment and you had no say what happened around here but you missed the fun times you three had had without the possibility of hearing ridiculously loud sex take over the three bedroom apartment at any time of the day or night.

Hell, before Sejun moved in, the boys had shared an apartment with a man named Seungsik. He was genuinely nice and even joined in for a couple of your movie nights. It was peaceful and the only loud banging happened in the apartment was when Hanse attempted to make cookies and the clanging of pots and pans that most certainly weren’t used in baking resounded throughout the shared space. But that peace was cut short when Seungsik accepted a study abroad opportunity and Sejun occupied his space.

You spent about 4 days out of the week here and you swore there was a new female face that accompanied Sejun almost every one of those days for the passed six months that he had been living here. You were in no way sex shaming him as you believed everyone can do whatever they wanted with their own bodies but his choice in woman was sometimes infuriating. They held no respect that this was a shared apartment and it showed.

From the Brunette last week who had walked around in nothing but a towel while you helped Hanse study for his Psych midterm to the Blonde the week prior that you caught using YOUR purple toothbrush that you had left in one of the two bathrooms for nights you slept over. Like who the fuck uses a toothbrush that isn’t theirs? As you had taken in her party dress which you assumed she had been wearing earlier in the night when she followed Sejun to his room passing you and Byungchan grimacing over Hanses attempt at baking muffins, covered frame and her makeup smudged eyes, your eyes narrowed in on your toothbrush between her pink stained lips.

“Excuse me, that’s my toothbrush” you said with a grimace on your face as she leaned down to spit the toothpaste that had been sloshing in her mouth into the sink, the white fluid making its way down the drain. “hmm? oh here” was all she replied before placing the toothbrush in your palm. It still had toothpaste on it and it took everything in you to not throw the toothbrush at her and go full on hulk mode.

Then there was the Red head a few days ago that you knew as Cynthia from your shared Calculus class. You had been making dinner for your best friends that had been having a difficult school week. Walking into the apartment with the the bags full of groceries using your key the boys had given you, you set the canvas bags onto the white counter before organizing them into piles of what needed to be made in order from first to last. Pulling together the pots and pans you needed your thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched whine and the sounds of a bed thumping against a wall. Glancing towards the door you saw what appeared to be a woman’s taupe coat. Shaking your head you let out a disgusted ‘gross’ and pulled up your Spotify playlist hoping it would drown out some of the sounds coming from the occupied bedroom.

Throwing the tomatoes and onions into a pan you let them sauté until they were caramelized and got started on putting together the garlic butter for the fresh baked french bread you scored at the grocery store. Grooving to your music, you went along with your chopping of vegetables for the salad followed by dumping a box of penne into the salted water you had prepared. Spreading the herby garlic spread onto the soft doughy bread you plopped it into the oven and checked your pasta.

‘Buss it Buss it Buss it Buss it’ came through the speaker of your phone and you let your body do a little twerk as you plated the penne a la vodka, salad and finally the warm garlic bread fresh from the oven, turning around you checked to make sure everything was turned off and grabbed your phone to check the time. “They should be home soon” you mused and poured yourself a glass of ice water. ’Is you FUCKIN’ yelling the fuckin part you wiggled your hips as you sipped your water and turned around when the sound of crunching put a halt in your boppin.

Your jaw twitched as you took in the Red head leaning against the island counter with a piece of garlic bread between her smeared lipstick covered lips. The smell of roasted garlic and tomato sauce hung in the air as you stepped towards the female eating the food you had just made.

“That food isn’t for you, you do know it’s rude to just eat what someone else had made without asking right?” you furrowed your brows at her and extended a hand towards the rest of what you had plated up. Leaning her head against her left palm she licked her lips clean of what looked like breadcrumbs and smiled. “Aww, were you making a meal for Sejunnie? if so, I can assure you this won’t get him into your pants, not when he has a lady like me right here. But it’s cute that you tried.” Opening your mouth ready to ask her what the literal fuck she was talking about, Cynthia moved her elbow along the counter followed by a ‘oops’ and a shrug of her shoulder.

Looking down at the tray that had skidded across the wooden floor when her elbow knocked down your garlic bread just milliseconds ago you let out an annoyed “are you fucking kidding me?” Looking unaffected, Cynthia shrug her pale pink covered shoulders at you and licked her index finger of what looked like garlic butter. Leaning down with a bend of your knees you started to pile the bread you now had to throw out onto the faux marble tray that balances itself in your left hand. You grit your teeth stopping yourself from saying much else knowing that it wouldn’t do a thing. Knees knocking against the floor as you reached for a piece that had gone under the counter, before you could grasp it between your deep purple nail polished fingers, a pale hand reached out and placed it down onto your tray.

Looking up your eyes met Sejuns light grey contact covered gaze and you shook your head head towards the woman he had just been fucking. “Some company you keep” you mumbled to him before standing up, lavender slipper covered feet coming into contact with the dark wooden floor. As the door clicked open you were met with an enthusiastic“y/n did you cook? your’e the BEST.” Hanse stepped through the threshold of the open plan kitchen and took in the scene. You with a tray of what looked like garlic bread, a furious gaze in your eyes, Sejun with his hand extended towards you and a red head smacking her lips along a napkin.

“Um what happened?” left Hanses lips as you tossed the food that had been in your hand into the trash and got to work looking for the swiffer they kept in a linen closet close to the kitchen. Your ears picked up on what sounded like Sejun saying out a soft yet firm “I called you an uber, they’re here already” followed by a sickeningly sweet “But Sejunnie we could spend more time together.” Rolling your eyes you entered the kitchen once again and wiped the wet wipe along the grease covered floor. “Domestic, cute” Looking up you stepped towards the red haired female ready to throw hands. You were beyond tired of her shit and weren’t going to take anymore. She fucked with food, precious FOOD.

“I told you to leave already” Sejun grabbed Cynthias elbow and guided her towards the front door. “But, ugh fine. Call me later?” she asked and he just shrugged his shoulder while walking her to the elevator.

Angrily throwing the swiffer pad into the trash you thrust the mop to Hanse to put away and bounded to the sink to wash your hands. “I fucking can’t stand people like her, Sejun needs to filter out the bitches from his list of hookups. I swear to god dealing with someone like her is not worth getting your dick wet.” You shouted and Hanse pat your back.

Byungchan’s soft head of hair leaning on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you sighed shaking the thoughts of Sejuns hookups out of your mind to focus on the movie that was almost finished. Looking to your left you smiled softly at the dimpled boys sleeping face. Hanse shifted on you right to pull his blanket closer to his body.

While Hanse was still awake you knew it would be a few minutes before he completely passed out like the sweetheart to your left had. Sitting up carefully you leaned Byungchans head onto a pillow and brought the comforter up his body while Hanse curled into himself mumbling a “you can sleep here or take Channies bed.” Shaking your head you let him know you’d be taking the couch as you tucked the bowl of kernels under your arm and balanced two glasses between your fingers of your fight hand as you maneuvered your way out of his room and to the kitchen. The soft lighting over the stove illuminated your trek to the kitchen and you spotted Sejun in a pair of joggers and an oversized pale blue t shirt sipping a glass of what looked like water.

Moving passed him you dumped the remnants of the kernels into the trash and carefully plopped the dishes into the sink to his right. To your left his eyes followed your movements as you cleaned up. “I’m sleeping on the couch so if you’re going for round two with whatever her name is, please keep it down.” you grumbled without looking at him and you made your way to the couch you had spent many a nights on. From the open kitchen you heard him shift as he placed the glass he had been drinking out of into the sink. “She left already, goodnight y/n” he responded and walked the few steps to his room, his door softly closing behind him and you shut your eyes, pulling the blue blanket that had been on the end of Hanses bed and you had snatched, closer to your body letting sleep overtake your tired brain.

The smell of sizzling bacon and warm butter invading your nostrils sending your senses in an uproar and your body to slowly open your eyes. Sitting up you still clutched the blanket you had been using tight around your body in a makeshift cocoon. Gaze scanning the kitchen behind the couch you were sitting on you watched as Sejun joked with Hanse while preparing the bacon that was sizzling in the pan below him. Hanse was mixing up more pancake batter and Byungchan was finishing a flip on the duo of cakes bubbling up in the pan he had been working with.

You could almost curse your stomach as an obscenely loud grumbled was heard in the open space causing all three boys to turn around and take in your messy bun that more like a turd flopping atop your head and your mascara slightly smudged under your eyes. Raising your left hand into what looked like a small wave you heard Hanse laugh loudly causing you to smile. “The Princess is awake” with a stern look in your eyes his smiled widened “I forgot y/n hates being called Princess, EHEM my queen.” Standing up you stretched your arms over your head and arched your back hearing the muscles pop from lying in the same position for too long.

Trudging towards the bathroom, you abandoned the blanket on the kitchen island on your way there. As you took in in your appearance in the bathroom mirror while you let the water warm you shrugged. Your best friends had seen you look a lot worse.

As you smoothed the foaming cleanser onto your hands and over your face you let out a soft sigh in content. Reaching into the cabinet under the sink you pulled your small body of makeup remover you had stashed there and massaged it onto your eyes to cleanly remove any remnants of eye makeup. Letting the warm water rinse your face of all impurities you got to work on bushing your teeth with your N E W purple toothbrush.

Letting your hair loose from its turd like confines, you softly ran what you knew as Hanses brush over your locks and shuffled back into the kitchen after your bathroom escapades were done with.

Tucking your hair behind your ears you poured yourself a glass of cold OJ and watched as the men finished with their Gordan Ramsey like cosplay of cooking. Giggling to yourself as the visual of Gordan Ramseys face on your friends bodies overtook you.

When you noticed the boys were just about done preparing the food you pulled plates from the cabinet and paired them with silverware for all four persons. A comfortable silence surrounding the room as you all piled your plates with food and made your way to the dining table to the left of the kitchen.

“Thanks for the food” you smiled out while cutting into your fluffy pancakes earning a wide from Hanse, a smile from Byungchan and a nod of your welcome from Sejun. Plopping a piece into your mouth you almost moaned at the warm syrupy goodness that coated your tongue, you could take the vanilla Hanses flavored the cakes with.

For the most part you all had ate in silence with the exception of Sejun and Byungchan talking about the college Basketball team Byungchan was on.

You had offered to do the dishes in repayment for the delicious breakfast the boys had cooked up and joined in on the conversation that took place in the living room when you had finished. Settling yourself on the cushion next to Hanse you let him ruffle your hair and leaned your head on his shoulder.

Hanse was like the brother you never had, you had known him since your first year of college, you small body nervous as all hell when you walked into your first Literature class of the year. Sitting next to you he had struck up a conversation when he took in the crescent moon earring dangling from your double helix piercing on your right ear.

From then on you all had become great friends, you had liked the same music and enjoyed some of the same aesthetics. A couple of months later you all had stumbled upon Byungchan at a frat party and a conversation about Liquor vs Beer ensued in the comfort of the lit kitchen. Before you knew it you all had drug your asses to waffle house for 4am food to nourish your alcohol filled bodies. You both becoming fast friends with the tall teddybear of a man.

A year later and the two men rented an apartment together inspired by the fact that you had been living in an apartment with your roommate since the middle of your freshman year. They had invited you to be their third roommate but you were on a multi-year lease and to be honest, you didn’t mind your roommate. You loved your friends but you liked being able to come home when you needed alone time or just girl time. Lately you had been spending more time at your best friends house due to your roommate having her boyfriend over a lot more before he graduated later this year and you wanted to give them alone time.

Musing to yourself on how grateful you were for their friendship you took in the effortless conversation between all three men. You knew they had been friends with Sejun for sometimes prior to him moving in but you hadn’t really taken in how friendly they were all with each other. You had to admit it put the moving mattress of a man in a new light.

“Favorite Nirvana song..3..2…1.” Hanse blurted out. All together four answers were heard at once “Lithium” you heard Hanse shout which you had already known. “All Apologies” Byungchan smiled and “Come as you are!” you and to your surprise Sejun yelled at once. “oof we have a tie.” Hanse said followed by a “Okay, okay.. Favorite BEYONCE song 3…2…1”

“Wait wait, Beyonce solo or Destinys Child included cause that’s a whole other convo” you added in before anybody could answer before taking a sip of your ice water and roaming your feet into the blanket you had been using. “Solo Beyonce” Hanse answered before shouting his countdown once again.

“Crazy in love OG version” Hanse shouted, “Formation” was Byungchans answer. “Irreplaceable” Sejun answered while tilting his head onto his palm with his elbow resting on the arm of the couch to your left. “If I were a boy” you smiled at the lyrics invading your thoughts. “But seriously Yonce is a fucking icon and you can’t just pick one song, that’s like ILLEGAL!” you added which earned claps from your best friends and a genuine smile from Sejun causing you to cock an eyebrow at his dimples cheeks.

The familiar ding of your phone signaled a text and you entered your password into the drive while vaguely listening to what the three men were talking about. Sending a message in reply to your friend and classmate Haley you tossed your phone back onto the coffee table in front of you and leaned back onto the comfy cushions behind you. “Oh shit y/n I almost forgot! Heo Chan’s frat is having a party tonight and i’m making you come with” The inky haired man to your right said with a clap of his hands, his rings clanking against each other. “Oddly enough that’s what Haley was texting me about and I already agreed to go with her since i’m obviously the best wingman ever. I also love how you weren’t planning on giving me a choice on going.”

“I wasn’t giving you a choice because I knew you couldn’t say no to this face” with a pucker of his pink lips, Hanse folded his fingers under his chin leaning closer to your face in a mock pout. Rolling your eyes you flick his slightly exposed forehead with a painted index finger. “Yeah yeah yeah.”

“Byungchannies going too and I think Sejun may show up too” Hanse added and you nodded. You knew Byungchan would go, with him being good friends with Chan and Seungwoo from Lambda Tau Nu or VTN for short. Sejun going came as no shock to you either knowing the amount of girls that would be wanting him to go with them and of course leave with them as well.

Checking the time on your apple watch linked onto your wrist with its black leather strap, you stood up throwing the blanket that kept your legs warm onto Hanses lap and grabbed your phone while looking for your slippers you had worn there. It was a little passed two in the afternoon and you knew you need to go home, shower and then later prep for the party. “Imma head out to freshen up, see you later. Hanse you picking me up?” with an of course heaving your best friends mouth you left the comfort of the three mens apartment and heading off to your own.

Smoothing your warm vanilla and rose body oil over your freshly shaven legs you checked your phone noting you had a little over an hour to finish getting ready before Hanse and byungchan would be pounding on your door. You had just finished pulling your black satin bra and panty set when your doorbell sounded off. Wrapping your fluffy white robe close to your body you opened the door to a smiling Haley who was carrying what you presumed to be her “getting ready shit” and a bottle of Svedka.

“Pre game sweets” she said when she caught you glancing down to the bottle clutched between her fingers. With a slight smile and a shake of your head, you both headed towards your room to finish getting ready.

Checking her ass in the mirror, Haley gave a little booty jiggle in her skin tight taupe body con dress that accentuated her deep mocha colored skin. You had just finished styling your straight hair with some silkening gloss when Hanses called signaling them leaving their apartment and heading towards yours. Sliding your feet into your black suede high heeled ankle booties you smacked your medium toned nude lipstick covered lips and followed Haley into the kitchen.

When the boys got there Haley demanded a pre game shot and you all but obliged. With a slam of the clear shot glass onto the faux marble counter you all headed out, following Hanse to his small Silver SUV.

Pulling up to the long street of parked cars in front of the VTN house you shook your head at the seemingly already drunk couples making out in the bushes and a half naked guy running down the lawn with a V painted onto his chest in what looked like red lipstick.

Entering through the oak double doors behind Byungchan you squeezed his shoulder as he maneuvered you all through the crowded entrance. Settling on a quieter side of what you knew from a few parties here as the living room, Byungchan excused himself to bring you all some drinks and you surveyed the area you were in. A couple of kegs were a few feet to your left where some guy you recognized as Subin was performing a keg stand. The two couches and coffee table were pushed closer near a wall where the stairs leading to the second floor bedrooms was to make the makeshift dance floor where bodies were rhythmically shaking the hips. Behind you to your right was the brightly lit kitchen when bottles lined the counters and bags of chips were strewn everywhere.

As you surveyed the kitchen you noticed Byungchan talking to a girl you knew as Emi. Byunchans dimples were on full display as he laughed at whatever she had been saying causing a soft bloom of rose to flush onto her pale cheeks. Leaning down to stir her drink her light brown hair fell slightly over her face to which Byungchan leaned forward and swiped his fingers over her forehead and still blushing cheeks to tuck her shoulder length hair behind her right ear. Noticing your gaze, Hanse chimed in “Oooooooh is Channie finally making a move on Emi? He’s been into her for like a month now” Whipping your hair around towards the tattooed man your deep brown smokey eyeshadow covered eyes widened slightly.

“He what now? How did I not know about this?” Hanse furrowed his eyebrow at your seemingly upset look and Haley cleared her throat. Haley had been the only person who knew about your crush on your friend from a night of one too many Vodka Tonics and Tequila shots. “I only knew about it cause I caught him shooting her google eyes and I asked him what was up until he fessed up.. why do you look? wait..y/n did you?” With a tick of your jaw you shook you head pleading with him not to continue his question.

“Since when?” was all he asked and you softly told him the answer. “But it’s fine, I honestly didn’t think much would come from it. I wasn’t sure how our friendship and the dynamic would work if we ever got together” You ran your thumb along the hem of your black and deep green plaid skirt. “It’s for the best, I’m glad he looks happy.” you were being honest, you wanted your friends to be happy and that’s all that had mattered to you. Yes you were a little heart broken but it was better than him finding out about your crush and you getting rejected then, or you all getting together then later breaking up and you losing one of your best friends and Hanse being stuck in the middle of his two best friends.

With an are you sure? Hanse headed off to the kitchen when you nodded your head and sighed. “God you’re such a good person babe, I would’ve been like ‘HELL NO IM NOT OKAY I AM A HEARTBROKEN WOMAN ON THE VERGE OF A MELTDOWN’” Haley whisper screamed into your ear and you felt yourself smiling at her over dramatic theater kid self.

“Ugh Chan looks so good” biting her deep fuchsia colored lips Haley wiggled her eyebrows and you shook your head. You knew she was staring at his ass in those tight light wash jeans as he talked to Hanse and Byingchan in the kitchen.

“Oh shit he’s coming over here” Fluffing her black shoulder length curled hair Haley pushed her boobs out by straitening her back causing you to giggle and accept the drink Hanse handed you. “Hey Haley hey y/n” Chan smiled causing adorable dimples to grace his cheeks. ‘Do all these men have dimples or what?’ you thought and shook your head slightly.

With a hello and a thank you for invited us you let Haley grab all of Chans attention with a conversation about Musicals. Hanse caught on to what you were doing and stepped further away from the two, taking you with him.

You had been talking to Hanse about Haley and Chan when Byungchan stepped in front of you both with Emi right behind him. “Hey guys, this is Emi” Hanse smiled and gave her a little wave. Suppressing your urge to be jealous and petty you took a deep breath and nodded towards her “Hi” leaving your lips. As Byunghcan talked to you both about how sweet Emi was and how they had been talking but it hadn’t been anything serious, you gripped your glass in your right hand and tilted your head back drinking all of its contents in one go. The familiar warm burn of alcohol siding down your throat and distracting you from Byuns dimples as he spoke so highly of the female clutching onto his right arm.

Taking in the girls pale blue satin liken dress and beige sweater handing off of her arms you had to admit she seemed nice, very demure and soft spoken but nice. “You’re so pretty, Byungchan didn’t do you justice when he told me about his best friends” Emi genuinely smiled at you and you thanked her. Needing a refill of your drink you excused yourself and headed towards the kitchen.

Setting your glass on the counter you got to work mixing Rum and a splash of coke. Taking your first sip you nodded and hummed at the taste. If you were going to deal with your crush and best friend finding a girlfriend you definitely needed something strong. Taking another sip you leaned your hip against the counters and slowly moved your head in a circle to relieve the tension you had been building up. You felt your body starting to heat up from the amount of bodies in the house and the alcohol flowing freely through your veins as you finished your second drink with a long chug.

Shrugging your oversized medium blue denim jacket off of your shoulder you looked for a suitable place to hide it from partygoers. Situating your jacket behind bottles of soap under the sink you made a note on your phone letting you know where you hide it in case you forgot and needed to retrieve it the next day.

Pouring yourself another drink you capped the Rum when you were done and sighed as the breeze from the overhead vent licked against your skin in your black crop top and plaid skirt. “Damn, now that’s a drink” came from your left causing your to look up with an arch of one of your eyebrows. Liam Martinez stood in front of you with a smile of his pearly whites and you couldn’t help but smile back. You recognized the Wide Receiver of your college football as you shared a literary course with him. You actually also shared that class with Sejun as well.

“Want one?” you asked with a smile to which he shifted closer to you and handed you his red cup. “Yes ma’am” you opened the same bottle you had been using and started pouring it into his glass, followed by a splash of the open coke to your right. Scooping a bit of ice from the bag in the sink into his glass you handed it back to him which he accepted gratefully.

“So, what’re you doing here? or better question, why are you drinking alone in a kitchen full of bottles?” Leaning your hip against the counter you quirked you lip slightly over you glass. “Well if anybody was drinking wouldn’t it be better to drink in a room full of bottles?” Chuckling at your retort Liam placed a hand on the counter and sipped his drink waiting for you to continue. “But if you must know, I finished my drink my friend made me and came to make another, plus they were having a convo I didn’t really feel like being a part of” you let the last bit slip out with a shrug of your shoulders.

With a ‘hmm’ in acknowledgment you two started a pretty nice conversation about your shared class and the frat house you were currently in which Liam had been a part of. Feeling the buzz flowing through your body you accepted his offer when he asked you to dance.

With your hand tucked into his you made your way to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around his neck as the music thumped around you. Settling his hands on your hips he pulled you closer to him, swaying your bodies to rhythm of the bass. Under the soft lights in the dark living room Liams light brown hair shined. Liams hands trailed up and down your hips, eventually turning you around pulling your back into his white t shirt and blue plaid covered chest feeling his muscles rippling against your back.

Leaning your head back onto his chest you ground your hips back into his and smirked. The alcohol coursing through your veins lending confidence to your dance moves as your began to grind with him in the middle of the other swaying dance partners crowding the space.

Another song came to a finish and you felt your body heating up tremendously. With a huff of air escaping your parted semi glossy lips, you knew you needed water and as Liams fingers grazed up your left thigh you excused yourself telling him you’d be right back but he had insisted on going with you.

Reaching the kitchen you looked for a clean empty cup to be the vessel that you needed to quench your thirst and hopefully cool your body down. Liam handed you an opaque red cup from the stack of downturned cups and you poured yourself some water from the fridge and took a long sip relishing in the fresh cool liquid cooling your body down and causing a small shiver.

“Hey can you pass me a coke from the fridge?” The taller man in font of you asked as you were closer to the fridge than he was and you nodded thinking nothing of it. Opening the metal fridge you looked around on the middle shelf before your eyes landed on the signature red cans, plucking one from the shelf you turned and stepped your way back to Liam, handing it to him which caused him to smile his pearly whites in return.

“Hold on, did he just drop something in y/ns glass?” Hanse voiced out while putting a black nail polished hand up in a stop motion after his eyes had zeroed in on the man in question drop something that looked like a small white circular pill into your drink. Earlier in the night Sejun had been talking to Hanse when they both noticed you dancing with Liam, he couldn’t quite place where he knew him from but after Hanse voiced what he had just seen, he remembered a girl he had hooked up with a couple of weeks ago said that after she had hooked up with Liam about a week prior. She had been looking for her shorts and found what looked like roofies on the floor in a bag under his bed. Sejun had asked why she didn’t report him to which she just shrugged and said Liam hadn’t done anything to her and she wasn’t sure that’s what they were so she wasn’t going to start trouble.

With a narrow of his eyes he peeled Tashas hand from around his torso and bounded off into the kitchen following Hanses fast steps towards your figure holding a red cup smiling up towards the tall figure in front of you.

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ANNNND chapter 1 is done! I’m going to try to update this pic every week but i can’t make any promises as i’m also writing a Jungkook Magic/au fic series.

I hope you enjoyed the read and pls let me know of any errors you come across as this is partially unedited and i don’t have a Beta reader or anything of the sort. ILY

-C/Potittiess

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